Sheriff Jan.
By The Slaver.
The sun beat down, on the cab of the pick-up truck, as Sheriff Jan drove down the dusty track to the farmhouse where Eustace and Angell lived. Jan was on his way to see the two guys, to see if they had seen any of the large number of young men that had disappeared, lately, all of them from out of State. Sheriff Jan was off duty, but as he had to drive past the farmhouse on his way home, he had decided to stop off and see Eustace and Angell. As the Sheriff draw near the farmhouse, he saw that both Eustace and Angell’s pick-ups were parked in front of the house.
Sheriff Jan pulled up beside the two pick-ups, and climbed out of his truck’s cab. Clutching a folder in his hand, Jan stepped onto the front pouch of the farmhouse, and knocked on the door. After a few seconds the door was opened, and Angell dressed in a pair of grimy overalls stood looking at Sheriff Jan. Behind Angell, Jan could see, Eustace also in a pair of grimy overalls, sitting in a chair.
“How’d Sheriff what can we do for you?” Angell asked as he stepped aside to let the Sheriff enter the house. “It’s late Sheriff, surly you’re still not on duty? Sheriff Jan looked at Angell, “I finished some time ago, but as I pass close by, on my way home, I thought I’d drop by and see you both now; instead of first thing in the morning!”
Angell looked at the Sheriff, and then he saw the folder in Jan’s hand. Quickly, without Sheriff Jan noticing, Angell looked sideways at Eustace. “Now, Sheriff. We’ve told you, week after week, that We’ve ain’t seen anyone who fits those descriptions you keep showing us, week after week!”, the burly built character of Angell said.
“Angell. It’s common knowledge that you and Eustace own and run that Bordello just over the State-line. You and Eustace need to replenish your … stock, from time to time. But you can’t keep hijack any young guy you want into service at that place, you know that by crossing the state-line, the Feds will become involved?”
“You know as well as I do, Sheriff, that you should not believe, local gossip!” Eustace said looking intently at the Sheriff. Sheriff Jan signed, but carried on anyway. “Well, what I can’t figure out is how you get them guys to work for you, all of them were straight as an arrow. Now they sucking cock, it’s so … unnatural. Ain’t there enough whores in the county for you to …” Jan was not able to finish what he was saying, before Angell cut him short.
“Sheriff Jan. I do not know what you are talking about.”, Angell answered in his deep drawl. As he handed Jan a bottle of soda, “All those that are working across the State-line are all … certified cocksuckers. No one forced to do anything,, some we have heard, as we have told you before both, me and Eustace have no Knowledge of this so call Bordello across the State-line.”
Jan was not convinced that Angell and Eustace were telling the truth, but with just here say to go on, there wasn’t much he could do. The Sheriff took a couple of gulps of soda pop. The hot day had parched Jan’s throat. As Sheriff Jan finished his soda, he started to walk towards the porch door of the farm house, when he fell to the ground.
Eustace got up from his chair and walked over and looked down at the Sheriff laying on the floor, and said, “I am tired of this son of a bitch, pocking his nose in where it’s no place to be. We puttin’ him to work.” Eustace looked up at Angell to see if he agreed; but Angell nodded ‘no’, Eustace said, “I see no problem with that. The Cunt ain’t got no wife, no kids, no family, and he’s from out of State. And there’s talk that he plays for both sides, but there is no proof of that.”
Angell said nothing he just looked at Eustace. “And what if the Feds come asking question? And how are we going to …”
“I didn’t say he would start today, the Cunt needs some work, first. He’s about forty pounds overweight. He’ll need to be shaved down. And I’m sure he’s does not know how to suck cock. I don’t think those roamers a true, that Cunt is not a cocksucker, well, not yet, he aren’t.”, Eustace answered. “And we’ll deal with the Feds, if, and when they start pocking in their noses!”
“Jan’s face? Ain’t people gonna recognize the Sheriff?” Eustace shook his head. “Angell. That’s what Doc is for.” Eustace smiled but Angell still looked doubtful.
Angell and Eustace carried Jan out of their farm house, and dumped him in the rear of his own pick-up truck. Eustace climbed into the cab, drove off and delivered Sheriff Jan, and his pick-up to a warehouse, outside of town. There, Sheriff Jan was strapped to a gurney and wheeled into the warehouse where the Sheriff would begin the training process, as Angell and Eustace called it. A team of black clad, fit-looking men went to work on Jan’s pick-up, in no time it was nothing, but a pile of spear parts.
A while later, Sheriff Jan opened his eyes, very quickly the Sheriff realized that he was strapped to a gurney. The Sheriff could feel that something was attached to the sides of his temples. Despite his strength, Jan could not free himself from the leather restraints, holding him down. Yelling was also futile, he found, as his mouth was gagged. “Don’t worry Boy. You’ll be fine.”, A deep baritone voice assured, the Sheriff.
A television monitor began to flash images and words. Occasionally, Sheriff Jan felt something like an electric jolt at his temples. Jan’s eyes, for some reason remained steadily, locked upon the television monitor, the images and words flashed with rapid speed. Another jolt and then another jolt, followed by another jolt, and then another jolt.
And then suddenly, Sheriff Jan felt a twinge in his groin. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own, it stiffed and harden. Jan’s breathing became shallow and deep. Within seconds, Sheriff Jan felt as if he was orgasming, but was not sure. Jolt. And then another jolt, and then another jolt, and then another twinge to the groin. His cock stiffed and harden again, And again Sheriff Jan felt like he was having an orgasm, and again he was not sure!
For the next week, Sheriff Jan experienced this constant loop of sensory flooding images. The last jolt he received at the end of that week had rendered him unconscious. He felt asleep, monitored by Doc, the man with the deep baritone voice.
Weeks later, Sheriff Jan was in the centre of a gilded hall, in Angell and Eustace’s Bordello, across the State-line , his legs bent, the Sheriff was kneeling as if he was in church. A man dressed in black, moved in front of the Sheriff, the man unzippered his trousers and exposed his long, thick cock. The man grabbed Jan’s head and forced his mouth upon his ready hard cock.
“Suck my cock, you hungry whore, I know you want too!.”, the man said. Jan had no choice but to service the cock before him. He licked and tickled the man’s cock, to one side of Sheriff Jan and the man in black, Eustace and Angell waited their turns. When Jan proved less enthusiastic, the man in black said, “Eustace, he’s kind a of lollygagging, ain’t he?”
“Yeah, Bennett. The Cunt is Lollygagging.”, Eustace answered. “Suck his cock, you bitch.”, Eustace demanded, as he grabbed the back of Sheriff Jan’s head and forced Jan’s mouth down on Bennett’s cock. “Eustace, let me have a whirl.”, said Angell. Eustace moved Jan’s mouth from Bennett’s cock and forced Jan’s mouth upon Angell’s uncut tool. “How’s that, Bro?”, Eustace asked.
“Feels good, Eustace, thanks Bro. You should get some, of this Cunt’s nice warm mouth.” Jan bobbed upon Angell’s cock, licking and sucking the foreskin, jerking off Angell to get his mushroom head primed and ready for action.
Jan alternated between Bennett and Angell, sometimes cucking both cocks at the same time. Finally, Eustace lowered his trousers and revealed a nightmare cock for Sheriff Jan. The Sheriff had never seen a flaccid cock that large, or that thick.
The Sheriff hoped that Eustace was a shower, not a grower. As Eustace forced his uncut cock down Jan’s mouth, Sheriff Jan soon realized that Eustace was a grower. Jan licked, tickled and sucked Eustace’s shaft and mushroom head, the Sheriff tried to suck Eustace’s incredible huge cock. Eustace cried out, he wanted Jan’s mouth. Angell and Bennett grabbed Jan’s head and forced Jan’s mouth down upon Eustace’s foot-long wonder. When Jan gagged, Bennett and Angell did not relent, Sheriff Jan tried to recall what he had been trained to do, but Eustace proved difficult to please.
“Either your mouth or ass, Cunt.”, Eustace demanded, pulling his cock out of Sheriff Jan’s mouth, and pushing Jan onto all-fours, Eustace spat on the Sheriff’s butt whole, and then Eustace shoved his rock-hard cock into Jan’s tight little whole. It was a long time before Sheriff Jan’s moans of pain changed into moans of pleasure, and submission. Angell and Bennett stood jerking their cocks, watching as Eustace ploughed into Sheriff Jan’s whole.
Once, Eustace, and then Angell and Bennett had deposit the loads deep into Sheriff Jan’s gut; the Sheriff was led away. After this one off fucking by the three of them; Eustace had decided to saved Jan for special occasions, only, such a gang-bang, or fisting parties for out-of-towners. Thanks to Doc, plastic surgery had changed Jan’s facial characteristics. Gym training and new diet had transformed Sheriff Jan’s physique. No one, visiting Eustace and Angell’s Bordello would had suspected that the missing Sheriff, from across the State-line, now served the community on his hands and knees with his mouth and ass.
The sun was setting, casting an orange and purplish haze upon the horizon. A cool late summer breeze cooled the burly character. Eustace walked out of the garage and approached Angell. “Suns setting, Bro.”, Eustace said. Angell looked at Eustace and replied, “Yeah. It’s time.” The two men put away the farm-tools they were using in the barn, Angell locked the doors. Angell And Eustace walked up to the farm-house and went inside. After cleaning up, they would drove to the underground bordello they operated.
Eustace and Angell walked into their bedroom and shed their work clothes. They headed for the showers. There, they bathed and cleansed away the grime of the working day. As they walked out of the bathroom, mostly dry, Angell took a seat upon a cushioned setae. Eustace stood near Angell. His cock flopped against Angell’s shoulder. Angell breathed in the soap-clean essence of Eustace.
Eustace handed Angell a drink, Eustace stood silently and watched as Angell drained his glass in a couple of gulps, Angell stood up “Well Bro, I think….” Angell started to say before he collapsed onto the floor in front of the setae. Eustace pick up Angell from the floor, put him over his shoulder and carried him down-stairs and out of the porch door over to his pick-up. He throw Angell into the rear of his truck, and pulled a tarp over him. Then Eustace returned to the farm-house.
A few minutes later, Eustace once again came out of the farm-house; now he was fully dressed, he climbed into the cab of his pick-up and drove away. It wasn’t long before he had delivered Angell To Doc at the warehouse, for training. And on his way over the State-line to the Bordello.
Eustace parked his pick-up truck in the rear of the Bordello, he entered the house through the former slave quarters in the basement. Eustace and Angell had restored the house, and then turned it into a Bordello a few years ago; they had converted the basement into cells for the ‘Working Boys’. The three floors upstairs, and been converted into the work zones. There, the former straight guys, now, dim as shit gay prostitutes plied their new learned wares and earned Eustace and Angell thousands.
In the begging of the operation, Eustace and Angell had shared all of the money fifty, fifty. But, when Eustace saw how much was being made weekly; he decided that he was going to have it all. Angell he felt would be of greater use, to Eustace as one of the worker, than in his bed, or as a lover, Angell thought to himself. “Yes, Indeed.”