Gerald Tan’s muscular frame strained against the ropes binding him to the chair, his police uniform torn and disheveled. The dim light of the warehouse flickered, casting shadows on the grinning faces of the tattooed Ah Bengs circling him like predators. Sweat dripped down Gerald’s chiseled jaw as he glared at them, his usual commanding presence reduced to a defiant yet helpless snarl.

“Look at this fucking cop,” sneered the leader, a bulky man with a dragon tattoo snaking up his neck. He grabbed Gerald’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “All that authority, all that power, and now you’re just our little cum dumpster. How does it feel, Officer Tan? Huh? To know you’re nothing but a hole for us to use?”

Gerald’s chest heaved, his biceps flexing as he tried to break free. “Fuck you,” he growled, his voice low and venomous. But the Ah Bengs only laughed, their voices echoing through the warehouse.

“Oh, we’ll fuck you alright,” another one chimed in, running a hand over Gerald’s broad shoulders. “We’re gonna wreck that tight fucking body of yours. Make you scream like the whore you are.”

The leader stepped back, unzipping his jeans, and pulled out his already hard cock. Gerald’s eyes widened as the man approached, the thick length of him inches from his face. “Open wide, Officer. You’re gonna learn what it means to be our filthy little cocksucker.”

Gerald clenched his jaw, but one of the others grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “Don’t make us force you, darling,” he hissed. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch of him, and you’re gonna like it.”

With a grunt of defiance, Gerald reluctantly opened his mouth. The leader wasted no time, shoving his cock deep down Gerald’s throat. The officer gagged, his throat convulsing around the intrusion, but the Ah Bengs only laughed harder.

“That’s it, take it like a good little slut,” the leader groaned, thrusting deeper. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Born to choke on cock. Fuck, your mouth is so tight. You’re a natural.”

Tears streamed down Gerald’s face as he struggled to breathe, the heavy scent of sweat and musk overwhelming him. The other Ah Bengs crowded around, watching with hungry eyes as their leader fucked Gerald’s face with brutal force.

“Look at him,” one of them said, running a hand down Gerald’s chest. “This fucking officer, reduced to a cock sleeve. I bet he’s loving it, aren’t you, pretty boy? Bet you’ve been dreaming of this, huh? Getting used like the dirty little whore you are.”

Gerald’s moans were muffled by the cock in his mouth, his body trembling with a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. The leader pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with spit. “Good boy,” he purred, slapping Gerald’s cheek lightly. “Now, let’s see how well you take it from behind.”

The ropes were undone, and Gerald was dragged to his feet, his hands bound in front of him. He stumbled as they pushed him onto a table, his muscular ass exposed and vulnerable. The leader grabbed his hips, lining his cock up with Gerald’s tight entrance.

“You ready, Officer?” he teased, slapping Gerald’s ass hard. “Gonna make you fucking scream.”

Without warning, he shoved inside, Gerald’s body tensing at the sudden intrusion. The pain was sharp, but as the leader began to thrust, it melted into a sickening pleasure. Gerald’s nails dug into the table as he bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans escaping his throat.

“That’s it, take it, bitch,” the leader grunted, his pace relentless. “You’re so fucking tight. God, you’re perfect. Made to be used, made to be fucked. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, gonna mark you as mine.”

The other Ah Bengs watched eagerly, one of them stepping forward to shove his cock into Gerald’s mouth again. The officer groaned around the thick length, his body being used from both ends. The man in his mouth grabbed his hair, forcing him to take it deeper.

“You’re such a filthy cocksucker,” he sneered, thrusting harder. “Bet you’ve always wanted this, huh? To be gangbanged by a group of men. To be our little cum dumpster. You’re nothing but a hole for us to use, and you fucking love it.”

Gerald’s body burned with shame and pleasure, his cock hard and leaking despite the humiliation. The leader’s hips slammed against him, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you, Officer?” he taunted. “Gonna come like the slut you are, just from getting fucked. Fuck, you’re insatiable.”

The other Ah Bengs laughed, their hands all over Gerald’s body, grabbing and groping as they took turns using him. “Look at him,” one of them said, stroking Gerald’s leaking cock. “He’s fucking begging for it. Bet he’d thank us if he could.”

The leader’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip on Gerald’s hips tightening. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growled. “Gonna fill you up, Officer. Gonna make you mine.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, hot cum flooding Gerald’s ass. The officer moaned, his body trembling as the other Ah Bengs continued to use him, their cocks pounding into his mouth and hands stroking him mercilessly.

“That’s it, take it all, slut,” one of them groaned, pulling out of Gerald’s mouth to come all over his face. “You’re our fucking cum dumpster now. And you’re gonna take every last drop.”

Gerald’s body shook as they came one by one, their cum covering him inside and out. The leader leaned down, his lips brushing Gerald’s ear. “You’re ours now, Officer Tan,” he whispered. “And we’re gonna use you every fucking day. You’re nothing but a hole for us to fill. Say thank you.”

Firefighter Paul Bardo with others at Ground Zero, 9/14/2001, NARA ID 5997302.

We Remember - 20th Anniversary of 9/11 By Miriam Kleiman, Public Affairs

This year marks the 20th anniversary of the September 11th terrorist attacks on the United States. The National Archives safeguards and continues to provide access to many 9/11-related records, including those of the 9/11 Commission, the 9/11 FAA investigation, and the George W. Bush Presidential Library.

See Remembering 9/11 for online resources including:

Soldiers from the 3rd Infantry render honors as firefighters and rescue workers unfurl an American flag at the Pentagon on 9/11/2001, NARA ID 6527847.

9/11 Fireman’s Son Sees Dad on National Archives Instagram “I just came across this picture that you posted and the firefighter in the middle is my dad. Is there any way you can send me the original photo?” Read the National Archives News story to discover:

How did the Archives connect with firefighter Paul Bardo?

What was his experience as a first responder at Ground Zero?

How does he feel about his picture being in National Archives?

What's the scuba connection? (see Bardo's profile in Alert Diver)

In our New York office: A day like no other, National Archives News First-person account by then-director of National Archives at NYC Robert C. Morris and images by then-archivist John Celardo. See Celardo's other images from that day online.

9/11 image from the National Archives at NYC by archivist John Celardo.

9/11 Commission Records - The National Commission on Terrorist Attacks Upon the United States (aka the 9/11 Commission), was an independent, bipartisan commission created by Congress with a mandate to provide a “full and complete accounting” of the attacks and recommend ways to prevent such future attacks. When the Commission closed on August 21, 2004, it transferred legal custody of its records to the National Archives. Learn more about the 9/11 Commission Records. 9/11 Photograph Collection - White House photographers took over 50,000 photos in the days following the 9/11 attacks. See 9/11 photographs from the George W. Bush Presidential Library on Flickr. 9/11 Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) Records - The FAA compiled records from its staff and aviation facilities to support internal and external 9/11-related investigations - more than 126 cubic feet of textual, audio, and electronic files relating to the attacks, the FAA’s involvement in the monitoring of United Airlines Flights 175 and 93 and American Airlines Flights 11 and 77, and the Federal Government’s subsequent actions. Learn more about the 9/11 FAA Records and view the Finding Aid. DocsTeach Education Resources for Teachers and Students

See teaching Activities related to Rick Rescorla, who helped thousands of people to safety in the World Trade Center on 9/11.

More 9/11-related primary sources.

9/11 Remembrance: Col. Rick Rescorla, full event video online.

Remembering 9/11 Featured Document Exhibit Cards & Letters received by the American Red Cross 9/11 Recovery Program.

9/11-related resources on HistoryHub

Constructing the World Trade Center, 1972, NARA ID 58975.

See also:

We Remember: 20th Anniversary of 9/11, AOTUS blog

Shutting Down the Sky: The FAA on 9/11, Text Message blog