Beg him not to take you to the station.

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Current revision as of 16:43, 15 April 2016

The cop's jaw clenches, and you hold your breath. Finally, the man lets out a long breath, and then turns his gaze back to the road. You wait, biting your lip, but he drives right past the police station, and by increments you start to relax. He drives a while longer, turning off one of the main highways, and he pulls onto a sideroad and behind a large billboard - a place, you figure, where the cops normally set up a speed trap during the day.

His gaze meets yours again as he turns off the car, and then he gets out. When he comes around to your side and opens the door - you realize there's no handle for you to operate back there - you rise awkwardly out of the car. He looms over you - you realize he's a lot taller than you, and a lot stronger, and your hands are cuffed behind your back.

"We're not at the station," he says.

"Thanks," you say, almost a squeak.

His hand smacks the side of your face. Hard enough to be felt, though not hard enough to bruise. You lean back in shock.

"Thanks, sir," he says.

"Thanks, sir," you echo.

He nods. He reaches forward and takes your shirt in one hand, tugging it over your head, and trapping it behind your back where it loops around the handcuffs. You shiver at the feel of his rough palm against your skin. He nods again, and regards you with a cold sort of appraising look.

"Smooth." He grunts. "You look even younger without your clothes on. How old are you, boy?"

You tell him, and when you forget to say "sir" after the number, he smacks your face again. You repeat yourself, and remember to call him "sir" this time.

He tugs on the waist of your pants, undoing the button and zipper. He pulls them - and your underwear - down, and you shiver again.

"Step out of 'em, boy."

You do so, dick awkwardly bobbing while you step out of your pants over your shoes. Mostly naked in front of the cop, you swallow, hard. He stares at you for a few long seconds, then takes your pants and underwear, tossing them into the car behind you. Then he closes the door.

"We clear about you not taking off, boy?" he says.

"Yes sir."

Your dick is hard again - first the bear, being so masculine and in-charge, had you reacting like a cheap whore, and now this cop, stripping you and looking at you like a piece of meat - you didn't know you could feel like this. Or that you'd enjoy it so much.

He unzips in front of you, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he undoes his belt and parts his fly. He's wearing plain gray cotton boxers, and he tugs his cock free from the fly. You can't help but lick your lips - he's got an uncut dick, and even in his thick pubic hair and without being hard you can see he's got a lot of inches below his belt.

"Well?" he says.

You slide down onto your knees, and get under his dick, slurping it into your mouth. You can hear the cop breathe as you start to slick and suck, rubbing your face against his thighs a little as you get his long cock into your mouth. You struggle to maintain your balance as he starts to harden, and your first guess is soon proven correct - the man has a big fucking dick, and he's a grower. The harder he grows, the deeper you have to swallow his meat, and it's not long before you're struggling a bit with the cop's cock. You wish you could wrap your fingers around a few inches of his meat while you suck, but with your hands prone he's relentlessly plugging your mouth and making you choke and gag with every third stroke. Not only is the cop's cock long, but it's staggeringly thick, your jaw is as wide as you can make it, and it still feels like too much.

Tears gather in your eyes as he batters the back of your throat. He grips your head with both hands and thrusts his cock into your face, ignoring your gurgles. You swallow his length with little gags and chokes, and soon your spit is running down your chin and neck. His cock is musky, sweaty from a long day of work, and despite fighting for air, the taste makes you moan around his length. His hands tighten in your hair, and his rhythm picks up. He breathes louder, his strong hands holding your head tight as he fucks your face with more urgency. Your eyes water, and you look up at him, feeling his hard flesh filling your mouth and entering your throat. He looks down at you almost blankly, though his face is reddening, and he's obviously enjoying himself. Your hands twist behind you while you work on his meat.

It's the longest blow-job you've ever given, and you're soon gurgling and grunting with every thrust of the cop's dick. He continues - a metronome pounding his cock into your throat - and only his steadily increasing sound of his breathing gives you any idea that he's exerting himself.

"Stop," he says, and you stop sucking him leaning back on your haunches and letting his hard meat come free from your mouth - your jaw is aching from the hard work, and you pant for breath.

He roughly lifts you up and turns you around, pressing you against the patrol car. A moment later, he grips the cuffs and shirt that bind your wrists and he shoves you down hard. One finger rubs at your sore pucker, which is still a little slick from the bear's load.

You hear him spit once, then twice, and the finger rubs and circles your ass. The heat of his hard cockhead presses in a moment later, and you hear him breathe out as he slides his cock deep into your recently fucked hole. You moan as he enters you, unable to help yourself, hands twisting in the handcuffs.

"This or the station, boy," he says. "You choose."

"This, sir!"

He holds the chain of the handcuffs in one hand, and the back of your head with the other while he rhythmically starts to fuck your ass with strong, short thrusts. After the bear's thick cock stretching your hole wider than before, the cop's dick is rubbing and delving deeper and filling you with a hot friction that you've ever felt before. It hurts in a good way - and you shove back onto him, knowing that every thrust will make it burn and itch more than ever, but needing the sensation to continue.

The cop's stamina is just as solid as when he was fucking your face - he rides your ass for a long while - your knees start to cramp, and your ass is on fire with his relentless thrusts. You twist on his dick, sweat breaking out all over your skin, the sound of his deep breathing behind you and his hand clamped hard on the back of your head. You start to whimper.

"Please, sir" you gasp.

"I thought you didn't want to get arrested," the cop says, barely out of breath. "You change your mind?"

"No sir." You whimper again.

He pulls his dick out of you, and yanks on your wrists, making you rise. Your ass burns as he walks you to the front of the cruiser, and then turns you around to face him. He pushes the middle of your chest, and you slide back onto the hood of the car, wrists trapped beneath you. He takes a moment to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing a wide hairy chest and gut, both of which are wet with sweat, and then takes your legs and raises them onto his shoulder, tugging your waist until you slide to the edge of the hood.

"Beg me," he says. "Beg me to fuck you, boy."

"Please, sir! Fuck me!"

He shoves his dick back into you again, and fucks you some more. The new angle makes you groan and writhe, and your legs squeeze around his wide shoulders. He presses his hands against your chest, and it's hard to breathe as he rhythmically thrusts into you, again and again. His dick is like a hot spear, stabbing you deeper and deeper, and you tilt your head back, barely gasping as he continues to ram home.

"You like that, boy?"

"Yes, sir! Please, sir!"

It goes on for what feels like hours. The cop's hands slowly drift up, and he starts to twist and rub at your nipples until both are red and sore, and tears are streaming down your face. His cock is a hammer, and your ass burns with every thrust.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy?"

"Yes, sir!" You can barely breathe.

When he finally comes, he does so with a loud exhalation, and the sensation of his seed flooding your ass is a mix of fire and relief. You moan deeply, and the cop keeps his cock inside you while every spurt of his cum unloads. Then he pulls out, and casually undoes the back door of the cruiser while you awkwardly slide off the hood, semen leaking out of your sore and reddened pucker.

He undoes your handcuffs and wipes his dick on your shirt, before he hands it to you. You climb into the back seat, and he moves around to the front, tucking his dick back into his pants, and buttoning his shirt. The smell of his sweat is palpable in the car once he gets in.

"I'll drop you at the bus stop," he says, and starts the car.

You slide into your clothes, head spinning, your nipples burning and cum leaking from your sore and abused ass.

Definitely a birthday you're not soon to forget.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)