Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 02:56:00 -0500
From: Mike Kane <topdownlow07@gmail.com>
Subject: Respecting Authority

      Respecting Authority
      Mike Kane

      Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All people in it
are fictional, despite and resemblance you think they might bear
to someone real. Please feel free to contact the author at
Topdownlow07@gmail.com.

Copyright 2011


      They told you to park on the top floor of the ramp.  They
told you the guard starts his patrol for this hour there.  He
won't know you're coming, but they told you what to say to let
him know why you're really there.  They told you his name is
Mike.

      You arrived a few minutes before the start of the hour and
wait just like they told you.  You can't remember the last time
you felt this nervous.  The tension builds with each passing
moment until you're ready to start you're car and go back home
just to break it, but then you hear a door open nearby.  You
look around and spot a security guard coming out of a pair of
unmarked doors.

      He doesn't look quite like you expected.  He's average
height, probably a few inches short of six feet just as he was
described.  He's heavy-set and looks like he's in his mid-
thirties, like they said he'd be.  You wouldn't have described
his hair as brown like they told you, because it looks black to
you except at the temples where wings of grey hair were starting
to grow in, but they told you he wore a flat-top and this
guard's haircut would make a Marine drill instructor proud.  You
can't tell if his eyes are green or blue from a distance, but
they're light colored.  He's wearing the uniform they told you
about, black and white polyester with shiny black boots and a
wide black leather belt.  He has a radio on his shoulder, a
badge on his chest and some pins on one breast pocket and a long
black rod hanging from his belt.

      He looks around.  When he spots you in your car he heads
straight toward you.  Something about his stern and curious
expression makes your dick twitch.

      He stops a few feet away and examines your car.  He pulls
out a notebook and writes something.  As he approaches he pulls
out the black rod and you see now that it's a foot-long Mag-
Lite.  He stops right in front of your window so all you can see
are his hands holding the flashlight and his crotch.

      Then he bends over and taps the glass with the big Mag-
Lite.  You roll down the window.  He says, 'Good evening, sir.
Is everything all right?'

      'Everything's fine, officer,' you say.  'I just need to
kill some time before I head out.'  They told you this was the
code phrase that would tell Officer Mike you were there to suck
his dick.

      He nods.  'I see.  Had a little too much to drink tonight?'

      You shake your head, 'No, officer, nothing like that.'

      'So you're just loitering?'

      'No, I-'
      'Are you an employee of one of the building tenants?'

      'What'  No, I'm just-'

      'Would you please step out of the car, sir?'

      He steps back enough to let the door open.  Feeling baffled
and a little annoyed, you do as you were told.  When you close
the door again and turn to face him, he gives you a look of
frank appraisal, a slow up and down that starts and ends at your
eyes.  You feel like he's looking into you, that he can see your
secret written on your face.  You know he can see your hard-on
by the look in his eyes and that just makes it strain all the
harder against your jockstrap.

      He says, 'Now, why don't you tell me again what you're
doing in my parking ramp.'

      'I, ah...' You start to respond, but the fluttering in your
stomach and the look on his face make you stumble on the words.

      'Sorry, what was that''  You want to look him in the eye,
but you're gaze is drawn down and you keep looking at the Mag-
Lite in his hands.  He's slapping the light end against his open
palm over and over again.  You don't know why you find it so
suggestive, but the sight of it makes your tongue feel thick and
your words stupid.

      'Sorry, Officer, I just-'

      He cuts you off.  'Are you sure you haven't been drinking?'

      He stops slapping the flashlight and now he's holding it at
both ends and twisting the light end slowly.  'No, I'm just kind
of nervous.'

      'Nervous?  Why do you feel nervous, sir?  Are you doing
something here in my parking ramp that would make you worried or
afraid?'
      'No, I, um...'

      He turns the flashlight on and shines it in your face.
'Why don't we try this one more time, sir'  This is a public
ramp, but loitering is still a crime.  Now tell me why you're
really here or I might have to call the cops and hold you for
suspicious activity.'

      You panic.  'God, no, don't do that!  I'm just here because
this is where they told me to meet you.  They told me to say I
was just killing time.  I'm not doing anything!'

      ''They' said that?'  He takes a step closer.  The light is
so bright you can't see him anymore.  'I don't know who 'they'
are, but we'll come back to that after you answer my question.
Now!'

      He shouts the last word loud enough that it echoes off the
concrete walls and floor.  'I'm sorry sir,' you blurt.  You
hadn't intended to call him that, but something about his
demeanor seems to force the word out of your mouth.  The same
way the words, 'I'm here to suck your dick,' follow.

      'Suck my...' he pauses.  You can't see what he's doing on
the other side of the light, but it feels like he's studying
your face.  'Wait, so, what are you, some kind of cocksucker?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'This isn't a very funny joke, mister.  Maybe I will have
to call the cops after all.'

      His silhouette reaches for the radio on his shoulder.  You
can imagine the police station, explaining it to your wife,
losing your state licenses, losing your job.  'Please, don't
sir,' you say.  'I really mean it, I swear.  Please don't call
the cops.'

      'Hot damn, a real honest to god faggot cocksucker here in
my parking ramp wanting to suck my dick.  Is that right?'

      You nod and say, 'Yes sir.'

      'And you're afraid of what'll happen to you if I call the
police.  I see that ring on your finger, so I'm guessing that
means you don't want your wife finding out you suck dick,
right?'

      You nod and look at the ground.

      He points the light down at your crotch, where your hard-on
is clearly visible in the front of your slacks.  'And it looks
like you're an eager cocksucker.  Is that right, boy'  Are you
an eager cocksucker?'

      You open your mouth to answer, but the beam of light comes
back up into your eyes.  'Don't tell me, faggot.  I'm only
interested in one thing your mouth can do.'

      You glance around at the ramp.  There aren't any other cars
parked in the area, but anyone could come along any time.  The
Guard says, 'Hey!  The only person you need to worry about right
now is the one standing in front of you.  Now unless you want
your wife finding out you suck dick better than she does, you'd
better start concentrating on making mine happy.'

      You tug at the wedding ring on your finger.  He puts his
right hand on your shoulder and pushes you down.  'Now get on
your knees.'

      Your knees betray you, folding up and putting you on the
ground in front of him.  Now you can tell he's got a sizable
erection of his own pushed up against the walls of its polyester
prison.  He rests his hands on your shoulders with the
flashlight held between them.  You hesitate for a moment,
looking up at him. He's staring down at you.  'You aren't here
to sightsee, bitch,' he says.  The cold shaft of the flashlight
presses against the back of your neck, pulling you closer.  'Get
to work; I don't have all night.'

      You reach up to touch his dick and he bops the back of your
head with the flashlight.  'I told you to suck, didn't I'  Not
shake hands with him.  Get this through your head right now,
boy.  You want to suck my dick, fine, but you're going to do
what I tell you to do when and how I tell you to.'

      He uses the flashlight to pull your face right up against
his crotch.  You can feel his erection through the pants,
pressing against your cheek.  It feels hot as it flexes against
your cheek.  You put your mouth on it through his slacks. 'Don't
worry, boy, your slobber ain't gonna hurt them none.'

      You can smell him, his sweat from hours at work, a trace of
piss and maybe just a whiff of precum.  You start to gnaw on the
shaft through the pants, working your way toward the head.

      'That's the way to do it, boy,' the Guard tells you.  'Show
the little officer how much you want to see him face to face.'

      You mouth his dick through the pants, the polyester
offering a tantalizing tease of the flesh you want crave.  When
you get to the head, you chew on it a little longer.  'Keep it
moving, boy,' he warns you.

      Every time you glance up, he's staring down at you.  The
look in his eyes might have scared you off; it's intense and
focused.  If not for the wicked little grin on his mouth, you'd
think the Guard was about to start swinging and you still aren't
sure he won't.  Your cock hasn't been this hard since you
discovered your first glory hole.

      You can feel the concrete through the thin material of your
slacks, hear the grit on the floor every time he shifts his
feet.  You can hear traffic passing on the street and smell
exhaust and old piss in the garage, but most of your world is
narrowed down to what's in your mouth.

      After a few minutes he grabs you by the chin with one hand
and pulls you to up.  He pulls your face close to his and stares
you right in the eyes. You think he's going to kiss you, and you
tremble a little.  Then he says, 'I should make you do it right
here.  I should keep you kneeling on the cement and make you
suck my dick while you do it.  Or maybe I should push you face-
first down on the trunk of your car and fuck you here, hard and
fast.'

      'Sir, I-'

      'Turn around!'

      He shouts so loud you obey without even thinking about it.
When you do, he moves up and grabs your left arm, twisting it up
behind your back in one smooth, fast motion until you gasp in
pain.  Then he loosens his grip just a little but keeps it
firmly on your wrist, making it clear he can bring the pain back
any time he likes.  'Move!'

      He pushes you toward your car.  When you hit the rear
bumper with your legs he keeps pushing.  You push back to keep
from falling over the trunk.

      Before you know what's happening, your head bounces off the
trunk and your left arm is in searing agony.  You cry out in
pain with your cheek pressed hard against the cold metal of the
trunk.  Now you can feel his other hand, still holding the
flashlight, pushing down on your neck hard.  'Don't you start
with that bullshit now, faggot,' he says in a low voice right in
your ear.  'You come down here and tell me you want to suck my
dick right to my face, you're going to do as you're told, got
it?'

      'Yes, sir,' you say.

      He lets go of your head but keeps your arm twisted.  It's
making your eyes water.  Then you feel a hard slap against your
right ass cheek and hear the crack of his hand against your
pants.  'I hadn't planned to fuck you,' he goes on.  His right
hand stays on your ass, caressing, pinching it, running two
fingers up and down the crack in a way that makes you shiver.
'But if you think you can resist me, I might do it just to teach
you a lesson.  Spread your legs.'

      He kicks against the insides of your feet and you spread
your legs, allowing the Guard to stand between them.  He slams
his hips against you, and you can feel his erection trying to
tear through two layers of pants to get at your tender hole.  He
doesn't pull away, but keeps his crotch pressed against you,
grinding away at it.  'I've got half a mind to rip open these
pants so I can fuck you just like this.'

      'Please, no sir,' you say.  'I won't resist you anymore.'

      'Prove it,' he says.  The Guard lets go of you and steps
back.  'Get back on your knees, take my dick out and suck it.'

      You drop to your knees as you turn around, so your first
look at him is from the ground.  He's glaring down at you with
his hands on his hips.  Before he can say anything more, you
reach out and touch the wet spot on the front of his pants.  His
dick is harder than ever and feels hot through the fabric.  The
zipper is just above, so you slowly open up his fly.

      'Go on, get you some boy,' the Guard says.  You reach into
the dark hole, expecting to feel cotton underneath but instead
feeling a tangle of public hair and the silky smooth skin of the
shaft of his dick.

      It takes some work to pull him out.  'Get the balls out
too, boy,' the Guard tells you once you've got his cock out and
in your hand.  They're harder to fish out through the fly and
the whole time you're trying you're distracted by his hard dick
bobbing in front of your mouth and sometimes bumping against
your face.  You think it's about seven inches long and a drop of
clear, sticky fluid is welling up at the tip.

      You take him in your mouth as soon as his balls are out.
His size means you can get most of it in your mouth without
choking and you have half of it inside in the first gulp.  As
you slide down the Guard sighs and says, 'Oh, yeah.'  You're
about an inch from the bottom before he cuts off your air
supply.  With your lips pressed firmly against his pubes, you
can't breathe at all.  Just the way you like it.

      You slide back down until just the head is in your mouth
and flick your tongue against the underside and tip.  He sucks
air between his teeth and grabs you by the hair with both hands.
'Easy on the head, boy,' he says.  'It's sensitive.'

      You take him back down your throat, sliding down until your
face is in his hairs again.  You start to hesitate but he pulls
on your hair just a little.  You get the hint and slide his dick
most of the way back out again.  You look up at him.

      He's staring at you, smiling.  'Don't you stop now,
cocksucker,' he tells you.  'I got rounds to do and if I'm out
of contact too long, my partner'll start wondering where I am.'

      So you start sucking his dick in earnest.  You start slow
with long, smooth strokes.  He keeps his fingers wrapped in your
hair but doesn't push or pull you.  You keep your eyes closed
most of the time just to keep from getting poked in the eye with
public hair, but when you do look up at him, he's usually
staring down at you.  You notice the smile grows every time you
see it again.  When he isn't staring at you, he's usually got
his head thrown back.  The entire time you're working at his
cock, the Guard encourages you with his sighs, coos and heavy
breathing.

      Then one of the times you take him all the way down, his
hands tighten in your hair when you try to come back up off it.
So you stay with his dick lodged all the way down your throat
for a moment.  But his grip doesn't let up.  You've been
breathing hard from the exertion and are already a little out of
breath.  You try to pull off and make a noise, but his grip only
tightens even more.

      'I know you want air, boy,' he says.  'I want my dick down
your throat until you choke on it.  Guess which of us gets what
he wants?'

      You say, 'Mmmph!' around his dick and try to push away
again.  He lets go with one hand and slaps you, not hard, but
enough to leave a red mark.

      'What did I tell you about resisting me?' He says.  Then he
slaps you again, just a little harder.  'You relax and take it
and then I'll let you get some air.'

      You look up at him and you can see he means it from his
eyes and his smile.  He might be dangerous, but you're head is
in his hands and you couldn't resist him if you wanted to.  You
relax and submit.

      His dick stays in place just an instant longer, and then he
pulls it out enough for you to breathe.  'Good boy,' he says and
you suck air through your nose.  'Very good boy.  You've got a
hot mouth on you, cocksucker and I can tell you know what you're
doing.'

      He pulls his dick all the way out and holds your head just
half an inch from being able to get it back in your mouth.  You
pant and moan your desire to get it back in.  'You've got me
most of the way there already, boy,' he tells you.  'I was
thinking of taking you somewhere more comfortable, but fuck
that.  I'm just going to take your mouth right here and fuck a
big load into it.  You want that boy?'

      'Oh, I want your load so bad, sir!'

      'Yeah?  You just hungry?  That wife of yours not feed you
right?'

      'No, sir,' you reply.

      'No'  Then why do you want it?'

      'I need it sir,' you say.

      'What?  What is it you need, faggot?'

      'I need your cock down my throat and your cum in my mouth!

      'Why?'

      The look on his face makes the answer he wants to hear
plain enough.  You shout, 'Because I'm a horny cock-sucking
faggot, sir!'  You hear the echo bounce back to you a second
later.

      'Yeah?  You like sucking dick that much?'

      'Yes, sir!'

      'So you get hard when you suck dick, do you?'

      'Yes sir.'

      'Are you going to get off on eating my cum, boy?'

      You nod and say, 'Oh, yes sir!'

      He nods and says, 'Good.  I like to know my bitches are
getting off on what I give 'em.  I want to see it.'

      'Sir?'

      'I want to see you get off on sucking my dick.  Do you
understand now'  Pull out your pud and milk it while I fuck your
mouth.  I'm going to dump a load down your throat and I want to
see you cum with the taste of it on your tongue.'

      Your knees hurt and the sound of passing traffic from the
crowds going home after bar-close keeps making you think a car
is coming up the ramp below.  You've been convinced someone was
going to come along at any moment the whole time and terrified
they would.  Most of the guys you've gone down on just wanted to
blow a load and either leave or tell you to get out.  None of
them have ever expressed any interest in you getting off.

      'Don't think this means I'm some kinda queer like you,' the
Guard says as if he'd been reading your mind.  'I like my
bitches to get off, plus you should shut the fuck up and do it
because I told you to.  You are going to kneel on the floor of
my parking ramp and beat your meat because I told you to.'

      You moan and say, 'Yes, sir.'

      'Now get out your cock, but don't get off until you taste
my cum, or else.  Now stick out your tongue.'

      He keeps his grip on your head with one hand and takes his
cock in the other.  You stick out your tongue and start
scrambling with your pants.  He starts to tap the head of his
dick against your tongue while he waits, and you can taste the
drops of precum drooling out of it.  The flavor makes you
scramble even harder.

      It takes a few seconds to get your fly open and you have to
pull your pants and underwear down to mid-thigh in order to free
your dick enough to do anything with it.  You're dick is harder
than it's been since you were a teenager.  You're already so
close to cumming you don't know how you're going to be able to
jerk it off without shooting your load.

      He taps your tongue a few more times and says, 'That's a
good faggot,' as he slides it back into your mouth.  It keeps
coming until it's all the way against the back of your throat.
Then, with your nose in his pubes again, he steps forward.

      There's only a few inches between you and the back of your
car, so when he steps forward you're head is driven back until
it rests against the vehicle.  It puts your back at an awkward
angle and almost forces your knees off the ground.  'I'm going
to let go of your hair, faggot,' he says, 'but I don't want your
mouth going anywhere, understand''

      You nodded and make muffled sounds of obedience.  He lets
go of your hair and puts his hands on either side of your head
resting against your car's trunk.  Then he cocks his hips and
pulls his dick out of your mouth a few inches.  He looks down
into your eyes and says, 'All right, cocksucker, here we go.
You need me to stop or get some air or something, tough luck.'

      With that, he slams his dick into your mouth.  His balls
slap against your chin and you can feel they're already drawn up
hard against his body.

      He wasn't kidding about fucking your face.  He closes his
eyes and starts to pound your mouth hard and fast.  You grip
your own dick with your right hand and squeeze it a little now
and then.  It's slick with precum and feels ready to explode.

      'Oh, that's so good, faggot,' the Guard says.  'So fucking
good.  Goddam, I wish I had time to treat you the way you need.'

      'Mmmph!'

      'Come on, faggot, take it all the way down.'

      He's starting to pant and the rhythm of his fuck-strokes
into your mouth is starting to falter.  You know it'll be soon.
The taste of his pre-cum is flooding your mouth.  You squeeze
your own cock hard, and it's suddenly shooting cum like you
hadn't gotten off in a week.

      'Ah, motherfucker!' the Guard screams, and his cock is
buried to the hilt in your mouth.  You feel it pulse and shudder
and get a taste of his cum.  It tastes sweet and salty.  He's
cumming so much it's starting to ooze out of your mouth.  You
can smell it as it starts to drip down your face, and you
shudder hard and feel another little wave of orgasm pass through
your body.

      The Guard is swearing and jabbing his dick against the back
of your throat in little stabs as his orgasm wracks his body.
He pulls out and strokes himself and three more pulses of cum
shoot out onto your face.  The first hits you above the eyes,
the second splashes right under your nose and the third dribbles
out and drips down onto your clothes and your own cum-drenched
fist and dick.

      It doesn't take him more than a few seconds to recover.  He
steps back and is already tucking himself away.  'All right,
fag, get up and get the fuck out of my building.'

      You struggle to your feet.  Your pants tangle your knees,
and trying to keep your cum-soaked hand off your clothes makes
it very hard to get them back up.  The Guard throws you a
bandana he pulls out of his left back pocket.  It's dark blue.
'You can use that to clean up.'

      You do, and then get up and get your pants back on as fast
as you can.  You can feel him watching you the whole time.  When
you're done you say, 'Thank you, sir.'

      'Yeah, yeah, just get the fuck out of here before someone
else sees you.'

      You get back into your car and start looking for your keys.
When you find them and start to put them into the ignition, you
hear a tap on your window.  It's the Guard again.

      You roll it down and he says, 'Oh, and don't think I didn't
notice you getting off before I did.'

      'I-'

      'Shut up.  Since you did hold off until I was already past
the point of no return, I won't punish you this time.  I'm going
to save that for next time.'

      'Next time, sir?'

      'You heard me, cum-breath.  I expect you to be here at the
same time next week.'

      'But I...'

      He cuts you off.  'You know I have your vehicle make, model
and plates recorded already. If you don't show up and make me
happy when I want you to, I might just have to find out where
you live and come see you there to get what you owe me.  Of
course I don't know when you're wife might be around, so I'd
hate for her to find out why I was coming around and asking
about you.'

      'I'll be here when you need me, sir,' you say meekly.

      The Guard smiles and says, 'Good.  Next week, I want you to
give me a phone number so I can reach you whenever I want my
dick served.  Until then, I don't want to see or hear a peep out
of you.  Now get the hell out of here.'

      You start your car.  'Yes, sir,' you say.

      He starts to walk away and you put the car into reverse.
But before you pull out, something makes you lean out the window
and call after him.  'Thank you again.  It was great to meet
you, Mike.'

      He turns back with a slightly quizzical look on his face.
'Mike?'

      'Isn't that your name?'

      He shakes his head and starts to smile.  'No, I'm John.
This is Mike's nights off.'

      'But they told me...'

      The Guard ' Officer John ' starts to laugh.  'I guess Mike
gets up to more than I knew.  He must have a few of you
cocksuckers coming by if you're just dropping in on him sight
unseen.  I think I might need to have a bit of a heart-to-heart
talk with him tomorrow night.'

      Officer John walks away, laughing.