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CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of reluctance/non-consent. If you don’t want to read those topics, you have been warned.
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You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Flashing lights on my way back to school, and after such a fun spring break! Fuck!
“Pull over your vehicle” the cop ordered through the intercom, as if I wasn’t already complying. These assholes love their power.
I shivered nervously while waiting even though we were in the Mississippi heat. After a few anxiety-filled minutes, a bulky man finally stepped out of the car. Dammit, of course I got some big scary guy instead of a hot lady cop!
The burly body swaggering towards me looked tough. My eyes were immediately drawn to his knee-high, spit shined black boots. Going up, I saw thighs the size of my torso squeezed into grey tights. As he got closer I could make out his expression: unenthused. I couldn’t see his eyes beneath his reflective aviators but his grizzled frown assured me he wasn’t happy.
His crotch sat window-height so he had to lean over to speak to me. Now my view was blocked by his broad shoulders and chest, covered by a matching grey short sleeve button down.
After scoping him out I’m not ashamed to admit the dude was ripped. His girthy, veiny arms were popping out of his sleeves and well-developed pecs showed through his unbuttoned shirt. Drops of sweat slid from his thick, bristled neck down his hairy chest, forming dark patches across his uniform. He put both hands on my window and stuck his head in.
“Know why I pulled you over, boy?”
The cop’s southern accent was thick which only added to his intimidating demeanor. I was just a soft New England boy who’d gone south for some sun! I wasn’t used to guys like this!
“Uhhh….”
“I clocked you goin’ a little over a hundred back there. Know what the speed limit is ’round these parts?”
“S-s-seventy five….”
“Seventy five, sir,” he repeated back to me.
“W-what…?”
“It’s ‘sir’ when you’re speakin’ to me, boy. Got it?”
Jeez, what a hardass!
“Y-yes, sir. The speed limit is 75, sir….”
“Actually, boy, this here’s a construction zone with a speed limit of 60. That means you were goin’ more than 40 over, and that’s a felony.”
“W-wait, officer. I… I’m just trying to get back to school, man, I swear. A-and… Look around! Come on, we’re in the middle of nowhere! There’s no other cars! I-I mean… it’s not like I was gonna hurt anyone!”
“I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.”
“W-what? You can’t be serious…”
“Do I look like I’m kiddin’, boy.”
He didn’t.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck… Oh fuck….”
I was scared shitless getting out of my car. Was he gonna arrest me?! Was I going to jail???
“Put your hands on the vehicle, boy, I need to check you for weapons.”
“Come on, man, I don’t have any-“
“Put your hands on the vehicle!”
“Yes, sir!”
I trembled fearfully as the big man came up behind me. At a little over 6 feet I wasn’t short, but this guy was enormous! He must have had 5 inches and 70 pounds on me and was at least twice my width. I’m athletic but more thin and wiry, so I felt vulnerable as hell near this muscled giant.
He started his inspection at my shoulders, grabbing them tightly then giving a rub. His hands were huge and grip painful, but I didn’t want to flinch and look like a pussy. I tried to steel myself, but as his paws patted down my tight wifebeater it was hard not to shudder.
When he got to my trim waist he held it for a second and just stood breathing. Then, instead of going down to check my pockets, he sent his hands under my shirt!
“Ah!” I squealed. “I-is this really necessary?”
“Are you resisting an officer, boy?”
“No!! No, sir, definitely not!”
“Good. Then stay still, son.”
I caught my breath as his warm, calloused hands glided up and down my taught abs and pecs. I didn’t know why he needed to feel me up so intimately but I wasn’t about to argue with a cop.
“You sure you’re headin’ back to college, son? This chest o’ yours ain’t got a hair on it.”
“Uhhh… Yes, sir, I’m 22,” I blushed.
“Mmm…” he grunted. “Just my luck.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant but it was hard to dwell with his big hands all over me. They were rough and strong, having obviously worked harder than my small, soft ones. I didn’t do much manual labor but that had never affected my view of my own manhood. That is until I went up against this blue collar beast who made me feel downright effeminate! And worse, he seemed to revel in it!
“Ummm… Sir…?” I asked cautiously after he’d been squeezing and fondling my pecs for almost a minute.
“Quiet, boy!” he ordered, so I shut the fuck up.
I could hear him moaning and huffing as he crouched over me and wasn’t sure what to think. I figured he was just fucking with me cuz he was bored, but it was bizarre nonetheless.
The inspection went on and soon hot breath was rolling down my neck. I swore I even felt him grinding eryaman escort up on me as his hands continued to travel wherever they pleased. First over my shoulders then down the valley of my spine, trailing the sweat drops as they trickled into my crack. He followed them all the way, landing his big palms on my peachy butt, covered only by my thin basketball shorts.
“It’s hot as hell out here, huh, boy?” he asked as he moved them towards the center.
There, he must’ve felt the damp sweat patch that had formed. Humiliated, I replied a nervous, “yes, sir.”
“Yup, hot as hell…..” he repeated.
Just like before, his hands eventually found themselves underneath my garment. And of course I’d made the dire mistake of going commando.
He started from below, lifting the bottom of my shorts up to reveal my hairless thighs and ultimately my cheeks. I was naturally smooth and got embarrassed when my ex-girlfriend asked if it would ever grow in. Now I stood petrified while the cop held my shorts up in a makeshift thong, using his other hand to squeeze my buns.
“Mmmmm… Nothing here…” he mused, but it was clear he wasn’t finished.
He let my shorts back down but quickly re-entered from the top. Now my smooth crack was accessible and he began patting it down. I jumped, hoping to god he wasn’t gonna check…. up there….
“You’re already wet,” he chuckled when he spread open my creamy, athletic cheeks and encountered a moist hole. It was 90 degrees out and I had black leather seats for Christ’s sake!
I wasn’t sure why he’d worded it that way but soon another thought trumped that. As the cop felt around my ass, spread my cheeks, grazed my hole… It started to feel…. kinda good…
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, with my… predilection and all…. Ugh, I’m so ashamed to admit this but… Yes, I love a finger up my butt. I know, I know, soooo gay, but I just like it, okay! That doesn’t make me a homo!
I’d always been curious about my ass and got even more so after some flattering remarks in the locker room. I thought my teammates were just messing with me, but then my girlfriend said the same thing. Then the next one, and the one after that.
They would always compliment it, some even going so far as to wish they had mine! Of course this went to my head and I started paying more attention to my ass. Squatting harder, watching it grow. My most recent girlfriend must’ve caught on because one time while giving me head she traced a finger down to my gooch. Then after some light tickling, she pressed her nail right on my hole.
“Oh goddddd!” I remember moaning, with a level of excitement neither of us had ever heard from me.
Her eyes lit up and next thing I knew her finger was in my butt!
“Oh!” I shuddered, but she didn’t stop!
My girlfriend wiggled her little finger all around while she sucked me off and I came buckets like never before! From that day forward we integrated a lot more butt stuff and my orgasmic satisfaction increased exponentially.
Sadly we broke up a few months ago and ever since I’d just been using my own small finger. So now with this cop giving my ass his full attention, I really felt something. And to top it off, his hands were fucking huge! Much bigger than mine and my exes.
Each paw could grip my whole butt by itself, so when combined they utterly smothered it. His strong fingers kept prying me open and he started poking my button.
“Mmmmm…. Unnnnhhh….” I whimpered, trying my hardest not to sound like I enjoyed it. My naive ass still thought he was just doing his job and wasn’t aware of his ulterior motives.
“Just need to do a little cavity search now….”
“Oooohhh… Oooooohhhh….” I moaned as his stubby nail pushed against my wrinkles.
“Mmmm… I love a boy with a smooth pussy….” he sighed, and that did it for me.
Suddenly I was in a state of sexual hysteria. This big man feeling me up, caressing my body, calling my ass a pussy! Fuck this, I needed to get away!! But that’s when the cop jammed his finger in!
“Aahhhhh!! AHHHH!!”
I tried to flee but he held me tight with his other hand over my mouth.
“Quiet down or I’ll take your ass back to the precinct! Now I just need to check if my son has any contraband in his sugar hole….”
It took a minute, but with his finger firmly planted and his brawny arms holding me tight, I finally admitted defeat. I squirmed pathetically while he explored around, discovering nooks and crannies my girlfriend and I couldn’t reach. Once I’d accepted what was happening, I was amazed at how incredible it felt.
“Mmmm! Mmmmm!!” I moaned into his warm hand while writhing spastically.
Each twist pushed his finger in a different direction, poking and prodding me in new places. But then he resumed control, held me so tightly I couldn’t even squirm while he massaged my core. He switched to his longer middle finger and curled it, digging out deep pleasure from somewhere I didn’t even know existed.
“MMMM!! sincan escort MMMMM!!” I squealed, the feeling infinitely more intense than my previous probing.
“That’s it. My boy loves his Daddy’s finger in his pussy. Doesn’t he?”
He didn’t make me admit it but he didn’t have to. My dick was rock hard, even after he called my ass a pussy! I was embarrassed beyond belief knowing I liked it and wished my body wouldn’t betray me. But I knew there was nothing I could do. This was in my nature, and the cop proved it when he grabbed my throbbing erection.
“Not very big down there, are ya?” he teased. “Heh, that don’t matter though. A boy like you ain’t got much use for a willy.”
I was so humiliated and wanted to tell him all about my girlfriends and how many times I’d fucked them, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. I’d gotten hard from his finger up my ass! Er, my… p-pussy… There was no going back now.
After fingering me for what must have been five minutes, the officer whipped his hand out and shoved it in my mouth.
“Get used to tastin’ it, boy, cuz you’re gonna be suckin’ me clean after I jizz inside you.”
“MMMMMNOOOO!!!!!”
Even though I loved a finger up there, I was straight dammit! I’d never been fucked! And judging by the meat that had been rubbing against me, my first time was gonna hurt!!
“Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, Daddy’s got plenty o’ lube to get you nice and wet.”
“Mmmhmhmhmhmm… Mmnooooo…”
“Oh yes, boy. And then on the second round you won’t need any cuz you’ll already be all slick from my skeet. I reckon by the end of the day you’ll get at least three loads, but hell, could be more. I ain’t had a hot piece like you in a minute and I’ve been fiendin’ for some boy cunt. So you just stay quiet now while Daddy gets these here cuffs on ya.”
“W-what!”
During his speech the cop had sneakily slipped off my tank top and shorts. Now naked, I made a last ditch effort to run but he held me still while shuffling on a pair of cuffs.
“Hey, man, what the fuck! Am I under arrest?!”
“You’re whatever I say you are, boy. Now unless you want me to haul your naked ass back to the precinct, you’re gonna shut up and let Daddy do what he wants.”
“Aahhhh!!!” I yelped, but before I could hobble away the cop had stopped me dead in my tracks.
He’d dropped into a crouch and pulled my cheeks apart. Knowing he was staring at my tiny pink hole, my most tender spot, paralyzed me with humiliation. I could hear him sniffing around back there and was mortified, but then…
“AHHH!! WHAT THE FUCK!!”
“Mmmm, shut up, boy. Your pussy tastes just as good as I imagined.”
To my utter shock, the man pushed his face in and began eating out my smooth ass! And JESUS, it felt AMAZING!
“OoOhhOhhOhhhhhhh….!” I whined, but he wouldn’t let up!
He just kept eating and slurping and licking my hairless butt. He was chomping my cheeks, sucking my taint, rubbing his coarse beard all around and it was the greatest thing I’d ever felt. Fuck getting head, this was truly next level!
My cock was rock hard as he ate me but I couldn’t even touch it with my hands cuffed behind my back. All I could do was spread wider and arch in a girly attempt to push his face deeper.
“Heh, I knew my son would love havin’ his lil ass eaten. You’re bitch-made, boy, and I’m gonna show you just how much of a man you ain’t.”
“W-wait! Sir! I’ve never been..! I’ve… I’ve never-“
“Shit, you’re tellin’ me your little faggot ass ain’t never been fucked?”
“Hey! I’m not gay!” I protested, but it was hardly believable.
“Sure, princess, and I ain’t about to pound your brains out.”
“Hnnggg!!! B-but!!!”
The cop was holding my cuffed arms in one hand while rubbing his now-lubed tip against my saliva-slicked pucker. As gay as this sounds, it felt strangely natural to have his dick glide against my hole and poke around. I’d been in his position hundreds of times and knew exactly how he felt. Yet now as the “girl”, I think I felt even better! Oh god!!!
“Mmmm…” the cop hummed, his prickly mouth by my ear as he crouched over me. “I knew you were a bitch the second I saw you.”
“H-huh?”
“Yup. I spotted your twink ass drivin’ down my road so I pulled a U-y and started tailin’ ya. Knew I was gonna stick this thick dick up your boy butt.”
“W-what? No… Nooo… No!”
“Yeah, boy, that’s right,” he continued while beginning to push his wide tip into my hole. I made a sound but he covered my mouth.
“I didn’t give a fuck about your damn speedin’. If you were a different man–a real man–I wouldn’t have pulled you over at all. Nope, you wouldda just been on your way. But I saw you drivin’ and knew exactly what you were. So I pulled your ass over and now I’m gonna get you pregnant. And guess what, boy? You’re gonna like it. And after, you’re gonna thank me for makin’ you my bitch.”
Noooo! Fuck! I hated thinking he’d clocked me as fag, like I had it written on my forehead. And that I was etlik escort just some conquest, a pretty thing to fuck. I couldn’t let him get his way! Prove him right about my bitch ass! But what could I do?? He was a cop, I couldn’t resist him! And even if I could, did I want to….?
I mean fuuuuck, his big helmet had been sliding against my butt for a while now and it felt sooooo good. Without realizing, I started dancing back against him, widening my legs to give him better access.
“You like it, don’t cha, boy? You like bein’ my bitch.”
“Hmmmm…!! Unnnnhh….!”
I didn’t want to admit it to him or myself, but fuck! It all felt so damn good!! Oh god, his dick was slowly working its way inside me and it felt even better than his finger! I was surprised at how easily his tip slid in, how naturally I accepted it. But I really shouldn’t have been…
I mean… Full disclosure: I tried my girlfriend’s dildo more than a few times when she was out. And though it was only about a quarter the size of him, the sex toy introduced me to the unmatched penetration power of the phallus.
As the cop pushed his dick deeper, the nerves that were previously fingered now had ten times the pressure and GOD it felt GOOD!
“Oooohhh my god…” I accidentally let out, and the cop just laughed.
He shoved in a bit more, pressing his tip against just the start of my prostate.
“HNNNGGG!!!”
“Yeah, boy, that’s your lil g-spot. Every bitch has one in their pussy so they can cum when their Daddy fucks them. That’s what you’re gonna do, right?”
Again I couldn’t admit it but I had no doubt he was right. My dick was harder than I’d ever seen it even though it was untouched! He’d only gone an inch up my ass yet I already felt more pleasure than all my prior playing. To say I felt spectacular is the understatement of the century, but for brevity’s sake that’s what I’ll go with.
“Here, baby, I’ll give you another inch. It’s gonna feel real good, promise.”
He was right of course. The next one scraped even higher up my prostate and the pleasure was twice as strong. I was moaning and squirming but he held me firmly.
“Squeeze on it, boy, show Daddy what you’re good for.”
I didn’t want to but noncompliance felt tantamount to crime. When I squeezed internally, my walls constricted his tip and gave me a sexual jolt.
“Again,” he coached, followed by another.
Soon he had me milking his cock, my hands locked behind my back while I babbled incoherently. It felt otherworldly to squeeze against him, especially as he pushed even deeper into my prostate. The further he went the better it felt and soon I was on another planet.
“Fuuuuuuuck, baby, I’m balls deep.”
It was a long process, probably about 10 minutes before my ass could fully accommodate him. But then pleasure was fucking wild.
When he finally reached my core we just stood there. Bent over my car on the side of the road, we would’ve been quite a sight, but no one was around. In our solitude, he held me while I squeezed along his entire snake, moaning and crying and begging for god knows what.
“I told you I’d make you my bitch,” he gloated, and at this point I couldn’t deny it.
My dick was insanely hard and I knew I could cum with just a few pumps. He lubed up his hand and played with my smaller penis. Stroked it up and down with 2 fingers, palmed the tip.
“FUUUCKKK!!!”
“Say it, baby. Say you’re Daddy’s bitch and I’ll let ya squirt.”
“Hnnnggg!!! P-pleaseeeee!!!”
“Say it, boy!”
“I…. Aahhahhhh!! I’m…. Unnnhhuhhhh!! I’m your bitch, Daddy! OKAY! AH! I’m your bitch! I’m you’re fucking little BIIIIITCCHHH!!!”
“Yeah, that’s it!!”
He resumed stroking.
“You’re my bitch, huh, boy?”
“Yes! YES!!!”
I was so close!
“And where do I fuck you?”
He stopped jerking and squeezed tightly at the base of my dick.
“Where do I fuck you, baby? Hmm?”
“In my….. In m-m-my…!”
I was squirming wildly, desperate to cum but also not to say it.
“Where do I fuck you…?” he asked again, slowly masturbating me, getting me so fucking close.
“FUCK! SHIT! HNNGGG! You fuck me…! You fuck meeeeee!!”
He sped up but wouldn’t give it to me.
“Where, baby? Where?”
“AHHH! YOU FUCK ME IN MY PUSSY DADDY!!! IN MY FUCKING PUSSSYYYYYYYY!!!! AHHHHHHH!!”
“YEAH, BABY, FUCK!”
He sped up his stroke now.
“OH! Yeah, Daddy! You fuck your little bitch’s pussy whenever you want!! You’re gonna get me pregnant!!!!”
I didn’t know what had gotten into me but I just said what he said! And it reallllyyy turned me on!
“Damn, bitch!” he responded excitedly, like he couldn’t believe how quickly he’d turned me out. I couldn’t either! “I’m gonna breed your boy hole now, then you’re gonna suck me off in my car til I’m ready for round 2! Unh! FUCK!!”
“AH! D-DADDY! EEE!!! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!”
“I’M CUMMIN’ TOO BOY! RIGHT UP YER SMOOTH CUNT!”
It was all so hard to take in. I was ejaculating naked on the side of a road because a hunky cop had his huge penis shoved balls deep up my ass. I mean what the actual fuck!
But all my shock and confusion did nothing to change the situation. Thirty seconds later I was still just as naked, just as crazed. Only now I was even more humiliated as the realization that another man’s cum was inside me sunk in.
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