COP SUCKER

Written by Richard Barber

PART 02, “Willingly Forced”

That night I slept very well, but when I woke the next morning, my thoughts were of my Policeman master. I had always been the dominant person in my sexual encounters, but now he had taken control over me. I had made a sudden change in my sexual attitude. When you are fond of another person, you do things you never thought of doing before.

I could still smell the man sex and leather in the apartment from the night before. I hadn’t bothered to cleaned up the cum that was on the tile floor or the stain marks on the wall. We hadn’t even made it to the bedroom for our sexual encounter. We just did it, right there in the entranceway of my apartment. I’d never had such sizzling and demanding sex with anyone before. He was a hot stud policeman, and I was looking forward to a repeat of another session.

I went through the week in a spinning daze of my encounter with?? …Wow, I didn’t even know his name. I was determined to locate his name on the mailbox downstairs. I carefully looked over the names and found what I assumed, was his name, Bart Adams and his roommate Larry Stewart.

I hadn’t seen or heard their motorcycles this whole week. I was anxious to see if he would show up again at my door tomorrow night for another wild and hot man-to-man encounter as he promised.

The week went slow, but I went about my regular routine as usual. Finally it was Friday night and I had worked later than usual. I stopped at a favorite place to eat then headed home. My street was well lighted and in a nice part of town so I didn’t worry about getting robbed or molested on the way home.

I was still two blocks from my apartment when I heard the sound of motorcycles. I didn’t bother to glance around until two motorcycle police bikes pulled up to the curb about twenty feet in front of me. They stopped and turned off their motors. I continued walking until I realized it was the cop, Bart from the apartment and possibly his roommate Larry. Bart got off of his motorcycle and motion for me to come to him.

“Hey, cocksucker! Get the fuck over here! “ He said in his rough deep demanding voice as he headed down the alley between some empty warehouses.

I was wondering what he was up to now. I hesitated a minute then followed. I was appreciative of his manly configuration dressed in his ‘spit and polished’ cop uniform. God, he was a hot looking dude! He was so trim and handsome in his brown and black police uniform, his helmet, leather gloves and riding boots. He walked towards the edge of the nearby building next to a dimly lit alley. He didn’t say another word to me, but motioned for me to follow him down the alley.

The alley was between two warehouses in a quiet part of town. Halfway down the alley was a doorway to one of the vacated buildings. Above the door was a dimly lit uncovered light bulb, and near by were two large trash dumpsters. I followed obediently as he stopped close to the doorway next to one of the dumpsters.

“Get the fuck over here, punk ass. I need to take a piss and you are going to hold it.” He said as he undid his belt and gun holster.

I was wondering what his partner thought when he headed down this alley with me. Perhaps he had already discussed his session with me at the apartment. I assumed it was an accepted fact that I was now his cocksucker. I was ecstatic at the appearance of Bart standing in the muted light, releasing his cock from his uniform. I assumed my position next to him and unzipped his pants. I could already feel his hard bulge anxious to be released from the prison of his uniform. I clumsily dropped to my knees to get better access to his cock.

“What the fuck? You want to drink my piss, cocksucker? Can’t you even wait until I take my piss before you wrap your cocksucking mouth around it? You’re sure hungry son of a bitch, anxious for my prick again, aren’t you asshole?” He said trying to humiliate me as I waited patiently for his next instructions.