Toxic AF

CHAPTER 1

CRUISING

JULY

The sun was just setting as I strolled along one of Parc Angrignon’s many winding paths, heading toward my favourite secluded bench. I was in such a great mood. I’d spent all afternoon just chilling and playing video games, and I was about to get some anonymous dick―an absolutely perfect way to end the day. I smiled and slipped my hand down my shorts, squeezing my boner as my excitement made me walk a little faster. I left the path to take a shortcut through the cedar bushes and nearly bumped into two guys fucking behind it.

I smiled and apologized as I skirted around them, then went down the slope to the bench. Sometimes, I had to wait a bit because someone else was using it, but when I cleared the little stand of trees, I saw the bench was free. Sweet.

Grinning, I undid my shorts and sat down, my dick standing up stiff and straight from my lap, and started stroking myself slowly, waiting in anticipation for someone to join me.

I didn’t have long to wait. An older guy spotted me from the small lakeside path and approached with one hand down the front of his pants. He stood there watching me play with myself for a little while as he jerked off, but when he made no move to approach, I let my shorts slide all the way off so that I could put my heels up on the bench and show him my hole. That did the trick. The old guy exhaled hard and stepped up to me, taking my cock in hand while I reached up to undo his pants. His cock was a nice size, but he wasn’t hard enough yet, so I jerked him off until he was.

I can fuck you? he murmured in French.

I nodded and reached into the pocket of my hoodie for a condom. I handed it to him, and while he put it on, I grabbed the bottle of lube from my shorts and turned around to kneel on the bench. Using my fingers, I pushed a little bit of lube into my hole, then waited.

The guy was so eager to fuck me that he went in too fast and deep, and I grunted in pain, pushing him back.

Hey, watch it, I said, holding him in place for a few seconds until my hole relaxed. Okay, now go. I released him and braced myself on the bench’s backrest.

The guy started fucking me slowly, obviously being careful not to hurt me again, but when I started pushing back into him eagerly, he got the message and began thrusting quickly.

Oh fuck, I whispered. Yeah . . . Daddy, give it to me. My boner was swinging around between my legs as the old guy ploughed my hole, but I didn’t want to touch myself just yet. I was already feeling so good that I was afraid I’d cum too soon. I’d save it for the next guy that came along. Or maybe the guy after that.

I could tell the old guy was getting close by how hard he was breathing. He was so loud that I hadn’t realized we’d been joined by someone else until a hand closed around my cock. I turned with a gasp and saw the man fondling my dick was a chubby, balding guy with a big moustache. I smiled at him as I moved his hand from my dick up to my chest, and he happily obliged me by playing with my nipples while he waited for his turn at my ass.

The old guy let out a quiet, guttural moan as he gave me a few hard thrusts, shaking so hard as he came that I was worried he’d have a heart attack. But then he let out a raspy chuckle and pulled out, sitting next to me on the bench to recover with the cum-filled tip of the condom drooping down the side of his shaft as he sat there panting.

I handed another condom to Mr. Moustache as the gravel crunched behind me, announcing that we’d been joined by a third and then, a few moments later, a fourth.

Wow. Sure, I’d be sore tomorrow, but I was thrilled by how the evening was turning out.

The second guy didn’t last very long at all, and I was just starting to edge myself with the third guy’s cock deep in my guts when I heard a fifth guy approaching. But then a flashlight clicked on, and the beam swept over the bench, blinding me. Shit. The guy fucking me pulled out with a shout, and I fell backwards off the bench in my hurry to grab my shorts, landing on my side with a grunt as the group scattered. Wincing in pain and terrified, I shielded my eyes as the big black boots approached.

Please . . . I’ve never done anything like this before, I said in French to the cop standing over me.

I doubt that very much, he replied in English. He cocked his head, then took off his hat and squatted next to me, staring at me hard. He had a face like a comic book hero―square-jawed and so chiselled and ridiculously handsome with dark brows over pale eyes that I momentarily forgot that I was in trouble. And that I hate cops.

What am I going to do with you? he asked softly, flaring his nostrils.

You’re going to let me go because you’re a really nice guy? I chuckled nervously.

Nah. Don’t think so. As he stood, he hauled me up by my bicep, then shoved me back towards the bench.

I stumbled but caught myself, my heart pounding so hard it was difficult to breathe as I sat there staring up at him, my bare ass cold on the wooden bench.

The cop tossed his hat down beside me, then reached for his fly.

What’s going on? I whispered though I had a good idea what his intentions were when he pulled out his dick.

Well, young man, first you’re going to suck my cock, and then I’m gonna fuck you with it.

Suddenly, I didn’t find him handsome anymore.

I let out a shuddering breath. What could I do? Scream for help? What good would that do? He was a fucking cop, and cops got away with everything. I was a fucking nobody. A loser with a crappy job and piles of student debt.

I sighed and nodded, reaching for his dick as he stepped up to me.

Holy shit. I stared at his cock as it swelled in my hands. It wasn’t long, but it was fucking thick. I licked my lips uneasily and cleared my throat, wondering how the hell I was going to fit something the size of a pop can in my mouth.

Come on, cocksucker, the cop growled, grabbing the back of my head to mash my face into his dick. And if I feel teeth, I’m going to break your fucking nose.

I whimpered, tears blurring my vision. Okay. Okay. I opened wide, terrified of grazing him with my teeth, and started blowing him. Obviously unsatisfied with the little I could fit in my mouth, he held onto my head and began forcing his dick in deeper. I started choking and pushed at him in a panic, which only made him laugh.

I managed to jerk my head free and coughed as drool and tears dripped off my chin, but he yanked me by the hair and forced his fat cock back into my mouth.

Jesus, you’re pathetic, he said, sounding frustrated as he gave up trying to choke me with his dick. I gagged as his cock came free, and I sat there gasping and gulping for air as I sobbed.

Please, I rasped.

Do you want me to drag you to the station? I’ve got you on public indecency . . . Solicitation, he said, counting off on his fingers. Resisting arrest . . . hmm, what else could I tack on?

I just stared at him, my heart in my throat. Solicitation? Resisting arrest? What? I felt like I was in a nightmare.

So, what is it going to be, son?

My bottom lip wobbled as the tears leaked down my cheeks. Nothing in his expression gave me hope that he’d be gentle with me.

Okay, I whispered pathetically.

Turn around and spread those cheeks.

I scrabbled in my pocket for a condom and held it out to him with a shaking hand, but he just batted it away with a sneer.

I knew there was no point in arguing, so I turned around like he asked and was actually surprised that he waited until I’d lubed up before positioning himself behind me. As he began pushing his massive cock against my hole, I let out a ragged sob, so terrified that I was trembling like a leaf. No amount of lube in the world would make this any better for me. I’d never had something so big in my ass before, and even if he was being gentle, which he wasn’t, it was going to hurt.

As his cockhead began stretching me open, I panted, then when I couldn’t hold back my whimpers of pain, he punched me in the back of the head before putting his hand around my mouth to stifle my cries. It felt like being split open―an excruciating, gut-clenching pain that made my vision swim. I went limp as he began fucking me, driving himself deeper until his whole dick was forced into me with one hard thrust, and I screamed against his palm. For a moment, I thought I would black out, which would have been a mercy . . . but no, I was fully conscious as I waited for the cop to finish raping me.

It might only have been a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I knew there would be blood. I’d probably need to go to the hospital. I groaned, my eyes clenched shut, praying for it to be over.

And then it was. The cop came with a few low grunts and body-jarring thrusts and stayed put to fill my ravaged insides with his disgusting rapist cum. When he finally pulled out, I just sagged over the back of the bench, weeping quietly.

There. That wasn’t so bad, was it? the cop said, tucking himself away in his pants.

I turned to stare at him through my tears. My breath kept hitching in my chest as I rasped out, W-w-will you take me to the hosp-p-pital?

The cop scoffed. The hospital? Why d’you want to go to the hospital? You’re fine.

I’m blee― A sob broke through as I struggled to get the words out. I’m bleeding.

Bleeding? He took his flashlight out of his belt and clicked it on, shining it on my ass for a second. "You might walk bowlegged for a while, but you’re not bleeding. Jesus."

I’m not? I timidly reached back to touch myself, and my fingers came away wet, but sure enough, it was just cum and lube. I grimaced and wiped my hand on the bench, turning around to sit gingerly.

The cop picked my shorts off the grass, but instead of passing them to me, he rifled my pockets and took out my wallet.

You’re not satisfied with just raping me, so now you’re going to rob me? I said, drying my cheeks with the sleeve of my hoodie.

You’re funny. He snorted a laugh. No . . . I’m just taking note of this. He held up my driver’s licence, then took his phone out to take a picture of the front and back of the card. There. Now I know where to find you . . . He squinted at the small lettering. Patrick Bouchard.

Why? I blinked at him in alarm, my heart racing.

He put my card back in my wallet and tossed the wallet in my lap. Then he picked up his hat and put it back on, adjusting it as he smiled at me. Because your ass belongs to me now. See? He pulled out his phone again, tapped at it, then turned it towards me.

My mouth went dry. Before making his presence known, the cop had stood there filming me for several minutes. The video was dark, but not so much that you couldn’t tell it was me getting ploughed in a park.

Now I know your name and where you live. I can easily find out who your boss is. Or your parents. Do you think they’d be interested to know about your little predilection for getting your ass drilled in public?

So it’s blackmail then.

Sure is. He chuckled, then turned away. Be seeing you around.

I realized then that I didn’t even know his name.

CHAPTER 2

THE WAIT

My ass was tender for a while, but as that got better, my nerves got worse. I lived in terror. Whenever I saw a police cruiser pass my apartment, I was sure it was him. Every knock on the door would send me into a panic. I couldn’t leave my house. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even shower for more than a minute at a time because what if he somehow snuck in while I couldn’t hear? In just a week, I’d lost five pounds―which I couldn’t really afford to lose―and was on the verge of losing my job.

Was the cop serious about coming for me? Was he just fucking with me? In a daze, I wandered my apartment, checking the windows and checking the locks on the door. Over and over and over again. I was making myself sick. Maybe this is just a mind game. Maybe he’ll never come. Maybe he’s watching me right now . . . I stopped in front of the window and twitched aside the curtain to scan the street.

Where are you, you fucker? I whispered. It was the not knowing that was the worst. At least if I knew he was coming, I could prepare myself. I could steel my nerves.

Fuck. I knuckled my eyes, absolutely exhausted. "Fuck."

I hated him. I hated what he had done to me. I hated what he was doing to me now.

Feeling as skittish as a deer, I stood on the front stoop of my apartment, breathing slowly and deeply to calm my nerves. I had to go to work. If I missed one more shift, my boss would have no choice but to can me.

Patrick . . . you can do this.

I clenched my fists and took the stairs down to the sidewalk.

So far, so good.

The little grocery store where I worked was only three blocks away. I could sprint there in less than a minute. Then I’d be . . . what? Safe? Safer than being alone in my apartment, yes.

I squared my shoulders.

Let’s do this.

My shift passed quickly, and I was starting to feel pretty good by the end of it. I was even joking around and gossiping with Khadim and Maude like usual. All in all, I was starting to feel . . . normal.

And that’s why it was such a punch in the gut when I looked over to see who the next customer was, and it was him.

The scanning gun fell out of my hand and swung back and forth on its stretched-out spiralled wire as I stared at the cop in shock. He was out of uniform and wore a baseball cap, but I would have recognized him instantly, no matter what he wore. He smiled pleasantly at me. In the light of day, I could see that his eyes were a pale, icy blue and that he had a sprinkling of grey in the black hair at his temples.

Patrick.

I swallowed. S-sir. Officer. I felt like I was going to be sick.

Please. Call me Mitch.

Mitch, I repeated faintly.

He continued to smile at me, but after a few moments, he raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his brow expectantly. Uh . . . my groceries.

Yes. Groceries. I clutched the counter so I wouldn’t fall over as I fumbled for the scanner and forced myself to breathe around the giant ball of terror in my chest. I quickly scanned his items―a block of cheese, deodorant, a bag of apples―then froze when I saw the bottle of lube.