Notes

Leslie and Ben visit police chief Hugh Trumple to get his endorsement, only to find him otherwise "engaged".

"Alright," Leslie said, smoothing out her jacket and hair with one hand. "Are you ready?"
"Yes. No. Yes. What's the right answer here?" Ben mumbled nervously. A police officer brushed past him, and for a single moment Leslie could see the purest fear she had ever seen on his face.
"Let's just go in," she declared, but just as she pushed the door open, a moan from within stopped her from going further.
"Wh- wh-" Ben spluttered.
Leslie felt her face grow red and hot. Hugh Trumple, esteemed and respected police chief of Pawnee, was stark naked, his muscled, sculpted body bared to the open air. On one side, a police officer was fucking his ass mercilessly with a dildo, thrusting it in and out with intense ferocity. The old man's body, slick with sweat and come, jolted with each thrust, and little, pathetic moans escaped his mouth involuntarily.
On the other side, another officer was sucking his cock, one hand fondling his balls while the other shamelessly groped his perfectly sculpted abs. Trumple twisted and writhed, and even from the few seconds Leslie had seen it she knew this was non-consensual - for all that Trumple cried out in pleasure, his expression was torn between the intense pleasure and the humiliation he felt.
"Looks like you've got visitors, chief," one officer sneered as his hand continued to pump the vibrator in and out of the old man's shaking ass. Hugh only sobbed as another stream of pre-come spurted violently from his cock, landing on his hard abs and pectorals.
"Ch-chief Trumple, uh," Leslie said uncertainly. She wanted to stop it, but how was she to? She couldn't beat up two armed officers, obviously, and she couldn't call the police when, behind her, it was now clear everyone knew their chief was being raped and was doing nothing about it.
"K-Knope," Hugh mustered. "P-please leave. P-pl- NGH! FUCK!"
One particularly brutal thrust of the dildo sent his body into another orgasm. He let out a furious roar, his muscled body shaking with unspeakable pleasure as his cock slapped against his come-covered abs and shot out a rope of come that landed on his hair, beard, and muscled chest and abdomen.
"Maybe we should just leave," Ben suggested quickly.
"Hang on, now," one officer said. "That's no way to treat a future councilwoman, now is it, chief?" He accentuated his scolding with another well-placed thrust, one that forced another spurt of pre-come from Hugh's flagging cock and caused the old man to cry out in unwanted pleasure. "We wouldn't want to waste her time, now would we?"
Hugh shook his head hastily. It was very strange to see - here was one of the most feared, respected people in Pawnee, and yet right now he seemed like nothing more than a two-cent whore.
"Go on, tell us what you came for," the officer sucking his cock encouraged.
"Uh, well," Leslie began uneasily. "Your endorsement. As police chief."
"S-sure," Trumple said quickly. "You got it. Now go, please." He averted his eyes quickly, even as another moan poured out of his mouth. A faint blush graced his wrinkled cheeks, and his flawless body shook again through another orgasm. The two officers seemed apparently intent on wringing him dry.
"Honestly, chief, so rude," an officer tutted disapprovingly. "Hey, we've got a little retirement thing going for him tonight. How about you go, and we'll tell you his answer then?"
"I-I don't think that's entirely necessary," Leslie said.
Hugh cried out again, his muscled, hulking body collapsing against the officer sucking his cock. The officer shoved him back up and punished him by pinching one of his nipples, a move that quickly forced another throaty moan from the old man.
"Please, we insist," the officer said with mock-politeness, though his tone implied it wasn't much of a request.
"We should just go. We'll go," Ben said quickly. He grabbed Leslie's arm and yanked her away from the horrifically arousing sight of one utterly debauched, fucked-out police chief. "Come on, we need to get out of here," he hissed to Leslie.
Leslie shot Trumple one last apologetic look. It was all she could do.

When Leslie and Ben got to the party, she was a little less surprised and shocked to find Trumple, outfitted in an extremely tight t-shirt and no pants at all, tied to a table and being fondled from all sides by police officers. He shouted and cried out for help, his cock spurting come like an endless stream all over his incredibly well-muscled body.
"Knope, glad you could make it!" the officer who had previously been fucking Trumple with a dildo called cheerfully. "As you can see, this pervy old man is really enjoying his retirement party."
"Ugh!" Trumple screamed helplessly. "F-Fuck! St-stop, please! Just let me go!"
"What do you say, guys, should we let him go?" an officer asked with mock-seriousness.
"Yeah, let's do it!" another officer shouted. "This old bitch might stop pretending like he doesn't like this!"
Leslie and Ben stood, paralyzed with shock, as the officers moved to undo his bonds. The moment he was free, Hugh attempted to leap off the table, but his attempt was abruptly halted. He jerked back onto the table with a low, guttural scream, and Leslie soon saw why: a single officer had his entire first buried in the old chief's ass, so deeply planted that Hugh couldn't escape it even with all his involuntary and violent convulsions.
Even though Trumple seemed barely conscious, even though he was loudly sobbing now and not only from pleasure, even though he was nothing more than a broken old man, the officer continued to roughly thrust his fist in and out of the old man's ass. His muscled body flopped on the table like a fish out of water, his mouth releasing an incomprehensible, deep series of grunts, cries, and whimpers.
The other officers roared loudly to fuck him harder, to show the old slut no mercy. One even loudly posed the question of whether or not the old chief could fit another fist into his ass, and after receiving much cheering from his question, that officer stepped up and stuck two fingers into Trumple's already stuffed ass. Trumple's body jerked, his come-stained body twitching brokenly and bonelessly on the table.
"Hey, Knope, you want a turn?" an officer called amiably.
Leslie shook her head furiously, ashamed that she felt deep in her some amount of arousal. As much as the sight revolted her, she had to admit that Trumple was incredibly hot. "No, no. Actually, I think we should go." This time, she was the one to drag Ben away.
"Eh," the officer shrugged casually, "her loss."
And he turned back to Trumple. Back when they had first taken to fucking the old man, he had seemed so defiant, so resistant, so full of anger. Then, over the course of a year, they had broken him down completely and utterly, leaving him this broken mess they could do anything they wanted to.
With a grin, he bent down and sucked one of Trumple's perked nipples into his mouth. The old man cried out once more, still as sensitive as the day when a few officers first forced him down and had their way with him.