Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2016 21:11:40 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Yes, Officer Wright 3 (gay/authoritarian)

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YES, OFFICER WRIGHT

PART 3

I figured Officer Wright would go home after I fed him another burger or
two. He'd already fed me a bellyful of cum and then deposited another
sizeable load in my ass. That seemed like a lot for someone I'd never met
before that evening, but he seemed intent on discovering exactly how much
cum I could handle in one night. As it turned out, I lost track somewhere
around three or four in the morning. I'd been driving all day, so I was
tired to begin with, and Officer Wright fucking my mouth and ass just
completely wore me out.

Hours could have passed, or minutes. I wasn't sure, but I knew I was in my
bed. I opened my eyes, but it was still dark. Not a glimmer of light. That
wasn't possible. I closed my eyes and opened them again. The same. Total
darkness. My brain was cloudy and confused with sleep, but I slowly became
aware that the darkness was not a matter of the time of day; I was
blindfolded.

My initial reflex was to grab the blindfold and remove it, but I felt cold
steel dig into my wrist when I tried to move my hand. I tried the other
with the same result. Cold steel. I was lying on my back with my hands
cuffed to the headboard.

I started to panic. I screamed, but only a muffled sound came out. My mouth
was stuffed with something. Soft. Leathery. The image of Officer Wright's
gloved hands writing a ticket flashed into my brain and I knew that one of
those gloves was now keeping me quiet. I tried to force it out with my
tongue, but the glove wouldn't move. I continued my muffled screaming and
struggled against the handcuffs. I tried kicking my legs, but they wouldn't
move either. Something soft was tied around my ankles and holding my legs
spread.

Panic was a mild term for what I was experiencing at that moment. I
thrashed my body around as much as I could, but I was securely bound. The
only free part of my body was my cock, which I was surprised to realize was
semihard and getting stiffer. I tried twisting my head to rub off the
blindfold, but it was tied too tight. I tried to scream again, but the
sound was still muffled.

Suddenly, something soft touched my chest and started to trail down across
my stomach. My body jerked away from the sensation but my moves were too
limited. "Relax," Officer Wright growled as the item continued to move down
my body, which remained tensed like a spring. Finally, the sensation
stopped, but a moment later, there was a soft slap on my stomach. I
realized that, from the sound and feel, Officer Wright was tormenting me
with his other glove, and an uncontrollable groan rumbled in my throat.

Officer Wright laughed as he repeated the gentle glove slaps. My cock
flexed. Officer Wright laughed harder. I whimpered a muffled plea to be
released, but it turned to another groan when I felt Officer Wright
suddenly wrap his warm fist around my throbbing cock. "It looks like
someone's enjoying himself," he whispered.

I froze for an instant. I was afraid that I would shoot off in his hand
without any other stimulation. It was crazy. I'd never been in a situation
like that before, but in spite of the initial panic, there was something
undeniably erotic about it. Officer Wright started stroking my cock slowly,
and I moaned with pleasure. I immediately begged him to stop, but my words
continued to be muffled by the glove in my mouth.

"Are you enjoying this, Bobby?" Officer Wright whispered. "Your cock says
you are, but I want you to nod your head if you are."

My mind raced. What would he do if I shook my head instead? Would he let me
go? Did I want him to let me go? Did I trust him? Was I crazy? Was I
enjoying the situation? I finally nodded my head slowly.

"I thought so," Officer Wright laughed. "Now, I'm going to remove the glove
I stuffed in your mouth, but when I do, I don't want you to say a word. Got
it?" I nodded my agreement. "Good," he said.

After he had tugged the glove out of my mouth, I realized how strained my
jaw had been. I opened and closed my mouth a few times to flex the muscles,
but I remained silent as instructed.

"Good boy," Officer Wright praised me. "The only reason I took that glove
out was so you could say uncle if things go too far. Or are you so perved
you beg for your uncle when you're turned on?" he asked with a laugh.

"If that's what you want, sir," I said after a moment of hesitation.

"I would rather have you call me daddy," he chuckled, "when I give you
permission to speak."

I remained silent and waited.

"That's better," Officer Wright said as he began to stroke my cock slowly
again. "How about watermelon? That work for you, boy? Safeword watermelon?"
I moaned because of the stimulation he was giving my cock and eagerly
nodded my agreement to the safeword. "Good. Now, put up a little struggle,"
Officer Wright added hoarsely.

I could hear the excitement in his voice and it sent shivers through my
entire body. I began moaning as if I was still gagged. I pulled against the
handcuffs, straining my wrists. Feeling the steel cut into them. Hearing
the links rattle. I twisted my body. Pulling against the restraints that
tied my feet. All the time driving my hard dick into Officer Wright's
sweaty fist.

The more I struggled, the tighter his grip grew. I could hear his breathing
become shallow and ragged until it stopped. He was so engrossed in my
struggle and my throbbing cock that he seemed to forget to breathe. After
waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I finally groaned, "Breathe."
Officer Wright moaned and began to breathe again without making any
comment, but the spell had been broken and he relaxed his grip on my dick.

I thrust my cock more and more urgently into Officer Wright's loosened
fist, hoping he would resume his death grip, but he didn't. I groaned my
disappointment when I felt him release my dick completely.

"You're not cumming yet," Officer Wright growled in my ear, and I jerked
away from him in surprise. "I've got something special for you," he
whispered, and I felt something placed gently on my chest. I closed my
mouth and frowned, trying to figure out what it was. "I think you'll like
this," he chuckled as he began to roll the object back and forth across my
skin. Roll. Roll. Round. Hard. Long. His billy club! I groaned and arched
my chest to press against the object. Officer Wright laughed. "Damn, you
are one sick fuck."

"Yes, Officer Wright," I moaned, barely above a whisper.

"Silence!" Officer Wright yelled, and I felt him lift the billy club from
my chest. I clamped my mouth shut and waited. And waited. And waited. "Open
up," he ordered, and I complied. I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally,
I felt the billy club tracing the outline of my open lips. I stuck out my
tongue and licked the end of the club. "Oh yeah," Officer Wright moaned
approvingly. "You wanna suck my club, boy?"

I lifted my head as much as I could and took the billy club in my mouth. I
sucked on it seductively as if it was Officer Wright's own flesh club. In
that moment, it tasted and felt as good as any cock I'd ever had in my
mouth. It was a new and exciting sensation. I thrust my hips into the
darkness, hoping he would notice and start stroking me again as I sucked
his billy club.

"That's what I like to see, boy," he whispered in my ear. "Desperate are
you?" Before I could reply in any way, I felt his wet tongue dive into my
ear. Fucking my ear. Swirling around. His teeth chewing the outside of my
ear.

"Oh yeah," I groaned, pressing my ear against his tongue. With my mouth
opened to speak, he slid the billy club deeper into me, penetrating my
throat, and I gagged. I gagged and coughed and gagged and coughed, but he
held the club motionless, waiting for me to get used to it. All the while,
he continued to distract me by tonguing my ear. Chewing my ear. Slobbering
on my ear. I finally managed to concentrate on what his tongue was doing,
which provided distraction from the club and allowed me to accept it into
my throat.

"That's it, boy," Officer Wright hissed in my ear. "Get it good and wet."

I willed my mouth to salivate more and coat the club. Make it slick. Make
it go down easier. Swallow it. I moaned as he continued to stimulate my
throat and my ear. My cock throbbed uncontrollably. I felt his tongue trail
down from my ear to my neck until his mouth engulfed my bobbing Adam's
apple. I could feel his tongue swirling around. Sucking my skin. Devouring
me.

When I realized that the billy club was being slowly withdrawn, I moaned my
objections. "Don't you worry," Officer Wright whispered in my ear. "You'll
get it back in you soon enough."

I felt the bed shift and knew Officer Wright was positioning himself
between my spread legs. I moaned in anticipation of having his cock in me
yet again. Surprise hit me when the tension on my left ankle was
unexpectedly released. The right one soon was free as well. I let them
rest, waiting for Officer Wright to do as he pleased. Suddenly, he gripped
my ankles firmly in his massive fists and forced them up and over my body,
bending me in half.

Officer Wright scooted forward, and I could feel his cock pressing against
my ass, which was fully exposed in that position. I waited eagerly for him
to penetrate me. To fuck me. To fill me with cum. "There," Officer Wright
finally growled, and I could feel him pull his cock and the rest of his
body away from me. I whimpered my disappointment before realizing what he
had done. My ankles were now firmly tied to the headboard. My ass was
exposed and I was completely defenseless. Images of an uncontrolled gang
bang flashed into my head and I began to panic again. I began to
struggle. And struggle. I pulled against the constraints. I twisted my
body. I moaned and whimpered and whined. For some reason, it didn't occur
to me to use my voice. It was as if I had forgotten that I wasn't gagged.

"Now," Officer Wright said ominously. I froze. Time froze. I
waited. Suddenly, something touched my open asshole, and I jerked away from
it. "Calm down, boy. You'll enjoy this." Thinking he was finally just going
to fuck me, I relaxed somewhat, and he chuckled. "That's a good boy."

I waited desperately to feel his cock touch me. Enter me. Fuck me. But what
I finally felt pressed against my gaping hole was not warm. Was not
flesh. It was hard. It was rigid. It was the billy club. My ass clamped
shut. Tight. Officer Wright pressed the club forward insistently. My ass
muscles tightened even more. Officer Wright pressed harder. We were in a
struggle of wills.

"Wa.... Wa... Wa..." I moaned, twisting my body. Fighting the
constraints. Resisting the penetration. "WA...!" I screamed as the club won
the battle and sank a couple inches into me. "WAT...! WAT...! Water...! Oh
yeah, deeper."

"You don't want a little watermelon?" Officer Wright chuckled, holding the
club still for a moment.

"No, Daddy. Fuck me with your stick," I begged.

"Quiet, boy!" Officer Wright yelled. I clamped my mouth shut and he slowly
began sliding the billy club into my ass. Slowly deeper and deeper and
deeper. "That's it," he hissed. "Take it, boy." And deeper and deeper and
deeper.

I groaned when it felt like I'd taken all I could. I twisted my body
away. Pulled on the constraints. Felt the steel eating into my wrists
again. My focus shifted to my wrists, and Officer Wright drove even more of
his club into me. "I can't... No more..."

"Quiet! Okay, that's impressive. I've never had a guy take as much of my
stick as you have. Good boy, Bobby."

I moaned my appreciation for his praise, and then I groaned when he started
sliding the club back out of me. I knew what was coming next, though. He
changed directions and started to fill my ass. In and out. In and out. In
and out. Faster and faster and faster. I could feel my cock throbbing as my
ass took the abuse and loved it. Cock pulsing. Cock bouncing. Cock oozing
precum. My movements were limited by my position, but I was able to move my
ass enough to thrust it up to meet the plunging billy club.

"Damn, boy, I think you like getting fucked by my billy club even more than
you like getting fucked by my own fuck stick."

I just moaned and groaned, neither confirming nor denying the
allegation. Secretly, I wished I could be getting fucked by both at once,
but that didn't appear to be Officer Wright's intention.

"Let's see if I'm right," he laughed as I felt him forcing a paw into the
bend of my body and grab my dripping cock. "Oh yeah, I thought so," he
growled. I groaned and my cock throbbed. He began stroking my cock with the
same rapid speed that he was shoving the billy club in and out of my ass. I
couldn't speak if I'd wanted to. My body was overwhelmed. Getting
fucked. Getting jerked. Being helpless. "Come on, boy, show Daddy how much
you're enjoying this. Shoot that fucking load all over my fist. NOW!"

That order was all it took. "Oh, Daddy," I whimpered as my cock exploded
its fist load of cum and my ass clamped down on the billy club. I grunted
and groaned uncontrollably as more cum was ejaculated, covering Officer
Wright's flying fist and my belly.

"THAT'S IT, BOY. SHOOT THAT LOAD!" he yelled without slowing the pace of
his jacking. More cum shot out of my cock as if by command and then more
continued to ooze out of the head. Officer Wright still didn't slow
down. He continued jacking me tight and fast. My groans of pleasure soon
turned to whimpers of torment. My spent cock had become so sensitive, but
he didn't seem to notice. I started grunting with displeasure and my body
began to jerk.

"Please, Daddy, please," I whimpered. "Please stop," I begged, but Officer
Wright continued punishing my increasingly sensitive
cock. "Wa.... Wa... Water... Watermelon." I finally managed to get out the
safeword, and Officer Wright stopped instantly.

"That's a good boy," Officer Wright said as he slowly pulled the billy club
out of my ass. I moaned with a mix of pleasure and disappointment when it
was all the way out. "Just relax," he added soothingly, and that's what I
did.

I felt the bed shift a bit and knew that he had positioned himself at my
ass. I tensed up, expecting another assault, either with his cock or the
billy club. I didn't think I could take either at this point, but I
waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, I realized that there was a slight
tremor in the mattress. It was shaking. Rhythmically.

Officer Wright was jacking off! I listened intently and recognized the
subtle slap of swinging balls against thighs. The collision of fist and
crotch. The soft moans of pleasure. My own cock began to tremble, and I
began to want Officer Wright to fuck me. I knew it would probably hurt at
that point, but since I was still blindfolded, the sound of a man jacking
off was a huge turnon. I waited for him to fuck me. And waited. And waited.

"OH FUCK!" Officer Wright grunted, and then I felt globs of hot cum
splashing on my ass and thighs. More and more and more. Some hit my balls
and cock. Trickled down on my stomach. Rolled down my ass. Hot. Cool. Wet.
Wonderful. "Oh yeah," he finally sighed, and I knew he was finished. I felt
him move closer and begin to wipe his spent dick in the streaks and pools
of cum that covered my upturned ass. "Nice," he whispered as I finally felt
his cock head pressed against my hole. "Watermelon?"

"No, go for it, sir," I moaned. "Oh yeah," I sighed as Officer Wright
slowly worked his cock and cum into my ass.

"That feels good," he sighed, just holding himself still inside
me. Eventually, he pulled out, wiped up more cum with his cock, and pressed
it into me. Again and again and again he repeated it. Filling me with the
cum that he'd shot on my ass. I just continued to relax and sigh with
pleasure.

"Oh yes, Officer Wright," I purred.

*****

I opened my eyes, and the bedroom was full of sunlight. No blindfold. No
handcuffs. No bindings. No billy club. No Officer Wright. If not for the
sore ass and the red rings around both of my wrists, it could have all been
a dream. I rubbed my wrists and realized how glad I was that it wasn't a
dream. A broad smile crossed my face, but my joy quickly diminished when it
finally dawned on me that I had no direct way to contact Officer Wright for
more of the same.


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