Brandon sat at his favorite table at the coffee house on Pine Street. He sipped on a cup of rich Cuban Coffee as he watched the scenery around him. Boys of all types and sizes moved on the sidewalk, some alone and some not. He was particularly interested in those that were alone. This was his habit on lazy Sunday afternoons. He would sit drinking coffee and watching...waiting for his prey. He would strike up a conversation and ask his prey to join him. After a brief conversation (and that is all it took) he brought them to his flat. He would fuck them and then dump them. He was not interested in a "relationship". He had enough of those to last a life time. All he was interested in was pumping his cock into another man's ass...any man. He had no preferences other than they had to be male and they had to be young. Older guys just didn't go for his rough treatment.
Last week he was very lucky. He found a young guy, no older than 16 that had run away from home. As they talked, Brandon laid on the charm. He can be very convincing when he wanted to. He charmed the poor boy back to his flat. Of course, he was a virgin. Brandon chuckled as he remembered the shock on the poor guys face as he pulled out his cock. Brandon had a very large cock. It was the thickness of a baseball. Brandon tied the kid to his bed and jammed his hard cock home. The kid screamed out in pain which just added to Brandon's delight. He orgasmed four times before letting the kid go. The kid was green. Adding insult to injury, Brandon tucked a twenty into the kids jeans thanking him for the ride. The kid barely walked out of his flat. Brandon showered, dressed in fresh cloths and went back to see what else he could pick up. He didn't even care what had happened to the kid. The kid was no longer his concern. What he was thinking about was his next prey.
He calmly sipped his coffee, reliving all the details from last week. The cops showing up at his door was a little disconcerting, but nothing ventured...nothing gained. He smiled as he addressed the cops. Nodding that he knew the kid and when he found out how old he was, he asked him to promptly leave. The lie came smoothly to Brandon's lips. He was use to lying and charming his way out of "situations". The adrenalin flowed in his veins causing Brandon to become aroused. The lead Detective was gorgeous and gay. Brandon would have loved to chain him to his bed with his own handcuffs. The Detective's ass looked so spank able!
Max and Vaughn left Brandon's house knowing something was wrong. The guy was just too cool. They decided to set up a sting. From the deion the kid gave them, it sounded like Brandon cruised every Sunday from the same coffee house on Pine Street. There were several young looking guys on the police force that were surely to attract Brandon. Vaughn laughed... He knew that Brandon was attracted to him. He marveled how he could take advantage of that situation in catching this creep. Brandon was responsible for several "date rapes" and those were the ones that were reported. There were probably a dozen or so instances that the police knew nothing about. The kid ended up being someone's younger brother on the police force. When Drew came home finding his kid brother bleeding, he called the ambulance and then the office. The deion the kid gave fit perfectly for the guy the cops had been trying to nail for the last few months, with no success. The witnesses were all unwilling to be seen in court. Since the purp hurt one of their own, the cops were going to do this their way. There would be no trial. Brandon would be considered guilty...period. And his sentence would be carried out immediately. Too many guys had been hurt. Vaughn and Max smiled at each other. They didn't enjoy taking the "law" into their own hands. But certain situations just called for this type of action, and they were willing to answer that call!
Brandon crossed his legs, checking out all the guys. One young kid caught his eye. He was slender in a pair of tight jeans. He was alone as he went into the coffee shop. He sat at a near by table, looking out at the people. Brandon wasted no time, and started up a conversation. Tony smiled, accepting Brandon's offer and moved to sit with him. Tony moved his hand unconsciously to his stomach, as he involuntarily checked his wire. He was a little nervous knowing the reputation of this guy. He knew there were several cops watching him and with the wire, they would hear everything, and yet he was a bit scared. He knew that his friends had to catch this guy rapping him. And even though the Police Med had layered a spermicide known to kill the Aides virus generously inside his ass whole, he was very concerned about catching the disease. Besides that, he didn't like pain. He enjoyed and actually preferred being a bottom, but he hated pain. If the guy was as big as they said he was, there would be pain! But too many kids had been hurt by this Bitch, and he had to be stopped. The court system wouldn't do anything about it without "witnesses" so it was up to this small special force that protected the gay community (or at least tried).
Brandon was a smooth operator, as he moved in on his target. He stroked Tony's hair and whispered all the right things. Tony realized he was actually turned on my this pervert. He wondered if the guys would let him have some fun! Tony agreed to go to Brandon's flat which was near by. They walked hand in hand, chatting about similar concerns. Brandon assured Tony that he always uses a rubber. Brandon was sweating with anticipation. He had another young kid on his hands...so believing and vulnerable. Tony was like putty in his hands. Brandon opened his door and showed Tony in. Tony knew they had been followed, recognizing some of the familiar faces on the street. Tony asked to use the bathroom. He needed to ditch the wire in his cloths. He walked out of the bathroom naked, ready for action. He had inserted another layer of spermicide inside his butt just to make sure. He leaned against the door frame, looking at Brandon. Brandon was a bit surprised, he wasn't yet ready with the harness.
Brandon uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring out two glasses. He carefully slipped the date rape drug into Tony's glass. He handed Tony the glass, making a toast. Tony was well aware of the drug laced wine as he sipped some of the liquid. He knew the effects of the drug and started acting as if he was doped. Brandon was surprised how quickly the drug took affect. He quickly moved Tony to his bed, placing the harness over his limp body. He securely tied him to his head board. Brandon didn't enjoy fucking a limp body; therefore, he always woke up his prey prior to fucking them. He broke an Ammonia capsule under his nose, stirring Tony from his stupor.
Tony acted surprised and stunned, demanding to be released at once. Brandon only laughed. He loved this part. The tears, begging and pleas to be let go. Does the spider let the fly go...no! So why should he let his prey go! Brandon slowly undressed making sure Tony saw his large long cock. Brandon was hard with anticipation. Tony was at once scared. A cock like that could rip him apart! He now understood why the kid bled so much! It wasn't a normal cock, but one you would find on a horse! The guys promised him they would come before Brandon ever entered him. Where the hell were they? They could come any minute now...
Brandon straddled Tony sizing up the whole. He was pleased that Tony had already prepared himself as his fingers caressed his lubed ass. He nudged the tip of his hard cock into the whole, teasing himself and Tony. Tony would enjoy this as much as he was. But that was the price of a relationship. One of the partners always enjoyed themselves more. He was simply the winner of that drawing.
There was a loud noise behind Brandon, as Tony's fellow officers crashed through the door. Brandon got off of Tony sputtering what was this... Vaughn immensely enjoyed the look on Brandon's face as they placed him in his own harness. With the officers, were most of Brandon's victims.
Vaughn had released the information on the street and asked all those who wanted to participate to meet him at a specific location. They looked like a mob ready to lynch someone! Though lynching was not what they had in mind.
Tony was so relieved. He calmly went to the bathroom and took a shower. He felt dirty with his near rape experience. As he showered, Vaughn talked to him. Vaughn was concerned that the kid would not get over the scary experience. Tony wanted to be second to last, since Vaughn had already claimed the last position. Tony toweled his muscular body dry. He reached over to Vaughn and was embraced. Vaughn held him tightly, assuring him that his ordeal was over. All Tony could say was did you see the size of that thing. If Vaughn had anything to do with it (and he actually had a lot of control over the situation) that "thing" would never be operational again.
Tony dressed slowly, realizing how lucky he was to have such a close friend. He knew Vaughn would never put him in a situation that he wasn't perfectly safe. Besides, he really liked Vaughn. They were close friends, but through that closeness another relationship was developing. Vaughn was a gentle, kind man with a weird sense of humor. Tony had like him for a long time and yearned when their relationship would develop into something more. Perhaps, with this last situation behind them, something more would be in the horizon.
As they walked out into the bedroom, they felt sorry for Brandon. A line of guys had formed all wanting a moment with Brandon. Most of the guys held large sticks or other such tools, similar to the size of Brandon's cock.
Brandon screamed over and over again for mercy. Each time his pleas were ignored. Several of the guys, just couldn't finish the job, as they turned with revulsion. Even though this piece of shit had rapped them, they were unable to hurt him back. When Brandon fainted or passed out, an Ammonia stick was broken under his nose and the ordeal would start again.
Brandon was in disbelief. This couldn't be happening to him. In his mind he was on top of the food chain and everyone else was his prey. He was a god in his world and god's were not treated this way. He couldn't believe the pain. It coursed through his body in a never ending river! Each time he thought relief was near, he was woken.
He tried to remember how many men he had rapped and lost count. He tried remembering how many times he had been rapped and then lost count. It was endless and he just wanted to die, getting it over with. But death wouldn't come. The wood beams were the worst. He felt splinters embed into his thin anal walls. He couldn't imagine how he would have them removed. He realized splinters were the least of his concerns. After all this...would they let him live?
The end was getting nearer as many of the guys chickened out. A few guys left green, but most stayed watching the continuation of Brandon's punishment by the hands of his own. The young kid, his most recent rape victim (excluding Tony) came next. The boy's eyes were dead. He needed help walking up to Brandon. He asked that Brandon be rolled over. He wanted Brandon to recognize him.
Brandon looked up at his 16 year old victim and smiled. He knew the kid didn't have it in him. But Brandon was wrong. Since that eventful Sunday, the kid had changed. He wanted to prevent Brandon from ever hurting anyone again. With one quick stroke, Brandon was shocked to see the sledge hammer smash his large member. The pain was beyond any he had already endured. He tittered on the edge of blackness, wanting to be embraced. His tormentors wouldn't allow that as he was awaken once again, looking down at his ruined cock. Then peacefulness came over him and he was allowed to fall deeply into the soothing blackness.
Vaughn had arranged for a sympathetic surgeon to removed the over sized cock. Similar to women who have their breasts reduced, Dr. Deiser specialized in reducing penis'. He knew this was a special case and willing agreed to perform the surgery. The procedure took less than two hours and the patient was awoken.
Brandon looked down and was shocked. They had cut off his penis! Or so he thought. Instead of having his large cock, all that was left was an odd stump no bigger than his thumb. Dr. Deiser was proud of his work and informed Brandon that his "new" cock would start working in a matter of months. He would still be able to get hard, but would never be able to have an orgasm. That last item was Tony's wish. Vaughn being the last in line, let the other shoe drop. Once Brandon was healed, his cock would get hard and stay hard causing him intense pain. Brandon was doomed to have a perpetual hard-on for the rest of his life.
With their work done, they left Brandon to his misery. The doctor left him detailed instructions on how to heal from his operation. Tony smiled, remembering the look on Brandon's face. He felt like one of the three good fairies blessing the princess.
Vaughn squeezed Tony's hand asking him if he would like some dinner. Tony agreed, relishing the idea of spending time alone. Vaughn was pleased, in less than 5 hours and some team work, they had successfully got rid of a sexual predator. Each of Brandon's victims had a lot of recovery time coming, but at least they were on the right road. Brandon would have a constant reminder that rape didn't pay. And perhaps, he would share his experience with others. Vaughn knew the road to clean streets, started with one small step. This evening was just a little splash in a large ocean of grime.