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Nightmare erotic fantasy from hell
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Another wierd story from the same guy
who brought you
"Nightmare Erotic Fantasy From Hell"
I stopped at my favorite Korean grocery store for a can of jolt cola. I
figured I'd drink it on the way home to clear my head. About halfway home I
finished it, and tossing the empty can over my shoulder, kept walking.
Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder. Whirling, I smashed it away with the edge
of my left hand and started to punch the offender into orbit. I barely
stopped myself in time. A motorcycle policeman stood there. Glaring at me.
I tried to stammer an apology. "Uh uh sorry Officer, that was just a reflex
action. Really. besides, how could I Know you were a policeman...". I
realized I sounded like an idiot and fell silent.
The Officer stood silent for a moment, frowning and slowly darkening. He
said "Boy, I was going to let you off with a warning. But you've got a mouth
on you kid. And I don't like what's comming out of it, either. You're under
arrest. Come with me."
I was outraged. "Under arrest??? WHAT FOR?", I asked heatedly. The
policeman smirked and told me "Littering. And assaulting a police officer".
He dropped his hand to his gun, and added "You want to try for resisting
arrest? Go ahead. Make my day".
Great, I thought as I followed the man. Just great. Busted for littering by
Clint Eastwood. He made me get on his motorcycle behind him and handcuffed my
hands in front of me around his waist. This pressed me tightly against the
man and put my hands near his crotch, which I found embarassing and
humiliating. The policeman seemed very amused by this and took every
opportunity to rub me against himself during the ride to the jail.
I expected to be booked, but instead was led into a mirror walled
interrogation room and handcuffed to a chair. After a while another man came
into the room and sat down. He glanced at me and said "I'm Detective Jones",
and to the arresting officer, "well, what have you brought in this time?"
The officer smiled and said "A real hard case. Littering, assault on an
officer, and worst of all he made a pass at me in an attempt to get me to let
him go."
"WHAT?", I shouted, "I did no such thing! What kind of deal is this?"
The detective looked me up and down and said "Boy, you need to shut up.
You're guilty of serious crimes, and you're just making it worse. We don't
like your kind here in Sorgum county. We don't like you nasty pervert
litterbugs."
"Well officer, what do you think we should do to this boy?" The man smirked
at me and said,"I don't know sir, maybe we shouldn't be too hard on him.
Maybe he's from a broken home and social shit like that. He might straighten
up and fly right iffen' we was to give him some discipline"
Both men laughed and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I'd had great
fantasies about being dominated by an agressive lady, but this? I wasn't sure
I could do whatever they had in mind... but the alternative seemed to be
getting stuck with a lot of trumped up charges. I felt a nervous jittery
feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew that if I'd been standing up, my
legs would be shaking.
They both looked at me and the Detective said, "Well boy, will you submit to
us for correction, or are you going to "The Farm?"
I took a deep breath, let it out, and quietly said "Please correct me
yourselves."
Without another word, I was released from the chair, and told "It's time you
were strip searched boy. So ... strip. NOW" I quickly obeyed, blushing
again. Since I was in junior high, the only man I've been naked in front of is
my doctor. Now I'm naked in front of two strange policemen. God, I'm
embarrassed. I started to cover myself with my hands but was told instantly to
keep my hands at my sides.
The officer walked in front of me, slapping his hand with a nightstick. For a
little while he was silent, looking at me, then he said, "Boy, discipline is
the submission to authority. For you, in this room, the detective and myself
are the embodiment of authority. You will submit to us. You will do anything
we say, no matter how humiliating or depraved. You will obey instantly or you
will be punished. In point of fact, I'm going to punish you anyway, but if
you disobey, things will become positivly hellish for you. Do you
understand?"
"Yes sir", I said. I saw in the mirror that I was flushed red, and my cock
was hardening.
The man saw my glance and smiled. "Good", he said. "Although some perverts,
and I suspect you're one, are excited by what's going to happen to you."
Pointing at the table, he told me to 'assume the position.' I spread my legs
and bent forward, placing my hands on the table. The officer proceeded to
'frisk' me, which involved running his rough hands over every inch of my naked
skin, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. He made me open my
mouth so he could peer inside. Then he told me that since he wanted to do a
full body search, he was going to probe my rectum. With the nightstick. He
pressed the tip against my asshole, and quietly asked me if I'd ever been
fucked up the ass. When I said 'not by a man', he made me tell the long
humiliating story of the girl who had fucked me with a dildo. Both men were
entertained and the Detective said that this part should be easy then.
Without further ado, the man pushed the nightstick up my ass, none too gently,
and in short order was sliding it in and out of me.
My eyes were fixed on my reflection. I scarcely recogonized myself, red
faced, panting, my cock clearly visible and hard as a rock.
All too soon, the man jerked the nightstick away, and told me "That was a
little humiliating pleasure to get you primed, slut. Now hold still for the
punishment I mentioned."
The man walked over to the closet and returned with a long leather razor
strop. He seemed pleased at the fear I must have shown, because he laughed
softly and told me "I'll give you ten boy, and if you make a sound, it'll be
twenty"
The first two strokes weren't hard, so I was able to keep quiet easily. Then
each was worse than the one before, and by the eighth, I was biting my lip
hard. The ninth was very hard. The tenth was damnation. I'd bit almost
completely through my lip and blood was dripping down my chin.
The man put the strop on the table and said "Will you be obedient?" I nodded
vigourously, since I'd not been given permission to speak and was now very
wary of enraging the officer.
"Good", he said, "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me. Lick my
boots" I hurried to obey, since the feel of smooth leather against my tongue
seemed infinitely preferable to the strop against my ass. As I licked away, I
felt my cock, which had become shriveled during my beating, begin to harden
again.
After a while, the man told me to stop. "You've already told us about your
ass, boy. Tell me, have you ever sucked cock? No? well, you're a'going to...
very soon now."
The man unzipped his pants and brought out his large cock. Behind me, I heard
the detective, almost forgotten, do the same and come up behind me. Still on
my hands and knees I looked up at the officer. He seems huge, and he smiles
down at me and says "That's right boy. We're going to make a slut sandwich.
Open your mouth and prepare to learn."
I obeyed, and the man put his stiffening cock into my mouth. It tastes
delicious, and velvety smooth. The man taught me the right way to lick and
suck, and soon was pumping away at my face.
Meanwhile, the detective had spread my cheeks and as I was sucking
enthusiastically away, slowly pushed his cock up my ass. Starting slowly, but
rapidly picking up the pace, he fucked me while I sucked on the officer. The
dective came first, his throbbing cock pressing hard against my prostate
gland. God I need to come, but no relief in sight. Finally the cock in my
mouth begins to pulsate, and the man quickly pulls it out and sprays come all
over my face, the man laughing and saying he wants an attractive sight for
what comes next.
The man tells me to climb up on the table and kneel on it, facing the mirrored
wall.
"Watch your reflection in the mirror boy, and jack off till you come", the
detective said sternly.
I obey, grateful for the relief. God, I can see the come dripping down my
face... I really do look like the slut the man keeps calling me. I'm
humiliated and turned on. Finally I come all over the table and sigh in
satisfaction.
The man frowned and said "boy, you've made a mess on the table. Clean it up.
With your mouth. "Now!" Remembering the strop, I quickly obey. The
detective stood up and left. The man told me to get dressed. Finally my
ordeal was over, I thought.
The man was looking at himself in the mirror, smiling. He asked me if I knew
what that (gesturing at the mirror) was. When I said a mirror, he laughed and
said "Yes, a two way mirror". My blood froze. He went on "Don't worry.
Maybe there wasn't anyone there. Maybe it was just a video camera." Tears
started rolling down my face, and the man said "It'll be allright. You seem
to get off on being used and humiliated. You'll be getting plenty of that
from now on. I'll be in touch in a few days. Now get out."
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