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Naz's Belly Button Interrogation	By : Doomsley Category: -Misc TV Shows > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 12799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Night Of" nor the characters from it. I do not make money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: Hung and Framed
- 2-Chapter 2: Prisoner of Pain
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Naz’s arms felt numb. He had been tied up and tickled for what seemed like two hours. The officer approached with him with a syringe filled with a clear liquid. The wicked needle glistened as small spurts of transparent fluid escaped through the tip.
“This might hurt a bit.” The demon officer grinned.

Naz instinctively sucked in his stomach as the needle drew nearer to his sore navel. The officer looked up, “You know this is gonna end up in there one way or other.”

Naz shook his head “No, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” He shifted around, trying to slip out of the chains. The once cold room felt like a furnace.

The officer gave Naz a sympathetic smile, “We can’t KILL you boy, but we sure can torture you.” With that, he plunged the needle in Naz’s wide open belly button and injected half of the mystery liquid into his belly.
“Unnffh..” Mark winced as Naz moaned in pain. Naz kicked at the officer but was too weak to do any type of damage. The officer pulled out the syringe and a little bit of blood trickled out from Naz’s innie.
Naz began to panic, “Wah, wah, what have you done to me?!” He gasped looking down at his wounded belly.

The officer turned around to face Mark, “Mark, I know you like this stuff, I saw the way you treated Nasir over here. I have to say, I’m really enjoying myself.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed, trying to decipher what his chief was implying.

“Why don’t you do me and you a favor and let me cuff you up like him?” There was a long pause but Naz could see the wildness in both the policemen’s eyes. What kind of twisted dream was he trapped in?
Mark unbuttoned his uniform revealing a broad chest and a muscular hairless body. The officer rubbed his hands over the young man’s tight abs, fondling his shallow innie time to time.

The officer then helped the dark-haired youth tie himself up so he that he was hanging arms up and tip toed just like the naked Naz next to him. While Naz quivered in fear, Mark quivered in anticipation. The officer unbuckled Marks belt and pulled his pants down to his hips.

“You ready Mark?” The officer asked while holding up the same syringe he used on Naz’s navel. Mark nodded and allowed the officer to jab the thin needle into his shallow navel. Mark didn’t flinch, but just like Naz, a small trickle of blood escaped the crevice.

Naz sweated profusely, there had to be something in that weird liquid. He looked over to Mark next to him, he could see his body begin to get shiny and small beads of sweat flowed out of his dark hairy armpits.

“So, you wanted this huh?” Naz asked panting. “Why would anyone want to be tortured like this?”
Mark ignored him, his eyes fixated on the terrifying devices strewn about on the table. He bit his lip in excitement. “Um, sir, what was that liquid you injected into us… by the way.” Mark asked as his breath quickened.

The officer smirked, “Ah it’s a new serum created solely for torture and interrogation. Wherever it is injected, it increases the sensitivity of that area ten-fold.”

Mark’s breathing got heavier, anyone from a mile away could feel the pure sexual heat he was emitting. Naz just hung dumbfounded by what the officer had just said. His already extremely sensitive belly button was now ten times more sensitive. He could feel the coldness of every sweat droplet that dared to enter his deep navel, with every breath he took he could feel the cool air of the room hit the tender base of his belly-hole. This was pure hell.

The officer extended both of his index fingers aiming for the two men’s navels, “Lets see if the serum actually worked.” The officer gently entered his latexed fingers into Mark’s and Naz’s belly buttons. Naz yelped and pushed up against the wall while Mark gasped and rubbed his thighs together. The officer adopted a demonic grin “Perfect, looks like it worked boys. I’m definitely not holding back.”

The officer stepped to the back and waved his hand over the table for a few seconds. He selected two objects and held them behind his back as he approached the defenseless young men. Naz stiffened warily while Mark raised his chin bracing himself for whatever the officer was going to do next. The officer held up two thin foot-long see through rods with purple wiring running through them. The tips of the rods each had a tiny red bulb attached to them.

"Oh this is gonna hurt real bad boys." The officer flicked a switch on each of the rods. With a snap, purple electricity began to course through the rods and collect at the red ball tip.

Naz gulped and flexed his abs preparing for impact.

"Its cute that you think flexing is gonna help." The officer chuckled. The officer roughly inserted one of the rods into Mark's muscular navel. The ball point fit perfectly inside.

"AAAAAaaaagh!" Mark screamed as the electricity continuously zapped the flat inside of his belly button. Mark gasped in pain and ecstasy as the shocks poured out of the rod and into his gut. The officer noted Mark's growing member desperately trying to escape it's own confines and smirked, unzipping the man's pants so his monster could breath.

The officer withdrew the electric wand from Mark's horny navel leaving him gasping with glee. Naz stared in horror as the grinning cop tied next to him rubbed his thighs together in euphoria.

The officer switched off the wand designated for Naz's weak belly button. "I'm going to go easy on you a little bit, I know you're way more sensitive in there than Mark." The officer traced the wand along each of Naz's abdominals until he reached the center crease. Naz couldn't help but squirm a little, that injection had not only made his navel extremely sensitive, it had made his entire stomach extremely sensitive. The officer finally let the ball of the wand rest inside Naz's deep innie.

Naz gasped as the smooth cold sphere was slowly pushed in to the deepest part of his navel. The officer tugged a bit on the wand, satisfied that it wouldn't budge easily. Naz's navel was sucking on the rod's balled head much to the officers delight.

Naz could tell from the corner of his eye that Mark was watching and enjoying Naz's torture. Naz gritted his teeth. He was NOT going to give these two sickos a show. The officer smiled at Naz and flicked the switch on. Electricity shot through the rod as fast as lighting, striking the sides and base of Naz's navel in all directions.

"AH AH AHHHHHHHAHHH!!" Naz's knees buckled as the shocks violently attacked his severely sore and tender belly button. The officer twisted the rod around, making sure none of the shocks were wasted in the least.

Naz bucked his hips, trying to get the horrible rod out of his belly-hole. The combined torture of the rod pushing into his aching navel and the shocks coursing into his abs were driving him insane. His nether regions twitched with each shock.
"Please officer! Please sto- AAAAGHH!"

The officer ripped the electric wand out of the prisoners navel causing him to gasp and promptly pass out.

"Huh, just as I expected, the murderer couldn't take it." The officer undid Mark's and chains and together they both carried Naz to a different room.

Naz awoke to find himself in a different room, this one all silver with a single glass mirror. He was laying on a steel table still naked, tied down by his hands and feet and gagged. Above him stood the shirtless Mark, but the officer was no where to be seen. There was another small table in the corner with a lit candle and some needles.

Mark dragged his finger down Naz's furry belly, dipping his finger into his navel and rummaging about and playing with his belly hairs much to Naz's discomfort.

"Don't worry about the chief, he's watching us from behind that mirror. This is part of my training hehe." Mark walked over to the smaller table and picked up the candle. "Tell me Naz, have you ever burned yourself?"

Naz shook his head in dismay. The fact that he could still feel a breeze on his navel proved that he was still under the effect of the sensitivity serum.

Mark tipped the candle and little bit a wax dripped onto his lower belly.

"Mmmmffpph MMMMfpph!" Naz moaned in main as he felt the burning sensation on his stomach.

"Oops I missed," Mark chuckled. He sniffed the candle, "Mmm roses." He held the burning candle above Naz's sucked in belly. Naz shook his head vigorously, tears of pain sprouting from his eyes. Mark rotated the candle making sure there was a good amount of melted wax collecting in the candle holder.

He began pouring the wax, "Here we go murderer."

Naz screamed as the hot waxed was poured into his deep belly button. The burning hot red wax pooled inside the hole perfectly, leaving a large round red dot where his navel used to be. Naz writhed in pain, screaming through his gags as he felt the base of his navel burning.

Mark grinned at Naz and dug the wax out of Naz's navel with his index finger. Naz tilted his head back in pain as Mark once again fingered his belly button. Once the wax was completely out, Mark returned the blown out candle to the small table and picked up the three long needles. Sweat ran down Naz's sunken belly and pooled at his navel, how much longer would this torture last?

"I think you know what I'm going to do with these Nasir." Mark grinned sadistically. Mark bent down and stretched out Naz's navel with his finger and thumb so he could see straight to the bottom. "Wow Nasir you're so deep, not gonna lie I'm a little jealous." Mark chuckled.

Mark pushed one needle into the tight center of Naz's belly button. Naz squeezed his eyes shut as the thin cold needle fit snuggly right in the center of his tender navel. Naz's breathing elevated as Mark thumbed the dangerous looking needle.

"Oh would you look at that," Mark said backing up, "Your belly button can hold the needle without me having to stab you!" Naz look down at his belly and saw the long needle protruding from his hole. The needle bobbed up and down following his stomach as he hyperventilated. Mark smirked and pushed the needle right into the center.

Naz felt electricity shoot from navel to his loins as Mark buried the needle halfway into his belly button. Naz squirmed and thrust out his hips as his nerves went into overdrive.

"Its like a joystick isn't it Nasir?" Mark pushed the needle back and forth, made light circular motions, all the while causing Naz buck and scream in pain. Mark held the two other needles above Naz's abused navel.

Mark pushed the second needle in right next to the first needle prompting an anguished moan from the bound Naz

"I can't imagine how it feels to have your over sensitized navel tortured like this, I wish I had belly button like yours." Mark said wistfully as he stabbed the third needle right in between the two others that were sticking out of Naz's deep innie.

"MMMMMPPPHHH MMMMMPHH mmmph...mmmph," Naz screamed as much as his gag could allow him too as Mark fondled the three long needles buried deep in his navel's soft spot. Mark ran one hand along Naz's protruding ribcage while pressing down on the center needle eliciting pained groans from Naz.

There was a buzz and a voice came from the walkie-talkie in Mark's back pocket , "Ok Mark, I think he's had enough, take those needles out and we'll let the other guards take care of the rest." Naz noted that was the officer's voice, what did he mean by other guards?

Marks sighed and slowly pulled out the two outer needles. Naz felt a jolt of sensation as the sharp cold object was drawn out of his navel. Mark quickly pulled out the final needed causing Naz's crotch to twitch. Mark paused and looked from Naz's crotch to his hairy navel. Naz was too exhausted to notice that the needles triggered an arousal within him.

"I'm just gonna do one last thing chief..." Mark whispered into the walkie-talkie. Mark ran his hands over Naz's furry chest and pinched his nipples. "Consider this a favor." Mark winked.

"Mmmmph? Mmmmmph?!" Naz groaned as the shirtless man groped his cock. Mark bent down and gave Naz's belly button a deep wet kiss. He made sure to stroke the wounded soft spot deep inside Naz's belly button with his tongue. Naz bucked his hips at the ticklish/painful tingling sensations erupting from his navel and cock.

Mark buried his face into the bound man's toned belly and slurped the inside rim of the poor belly-hole. Naz protested as Mark's huge slimy appendage sensationally demolished him. Mark continued to jerk Naz's cock with one hand, and used the other to stretch out Naz's navel.

Naz wiggled around in his bondage giving worried looks to Mark who ravenously stared at the tender base. Mark poked Naz's soft spot with his tongue several times and then swirled it around in the man's hole.

"Mmmphurk..." Naz felt like he took a knife to gut, a warm wet one at that. Mark smiled gleefully at the steel hard member he held in his right hand, he looked over to Naz and could see his eyes his half closed and mouth biting the gag, moaning like a wounded animal. Mark stopped stretching Naz's navel and instead drilled his tongue deep into the warm tender hole, relishing the sweaty taste. Mark's entire tongue swirled inside Naz's navel as he pumped the imprisoned man.

"Mphguh!" Naz let out a small cry as cum shot out of his cock.

"Woooo, wasn't that wonderful?" Mark straightened up and walked out of the room rubbing his own cock, leaving the naked Naz and his tortured, wet belly button still tied to the table. Naz gasped through the gag exhausted by the severe torture he had suffered. He let his head rest on the table and awaited whatever was to come mnext.
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