This is a fiction story and all the characters are over 18 years old. You shouldn't read it if you don't like gay sotries or if you're under 18 years of age. If you don't like stuff like this, don't read it.
JASON AND THE COP
I knew I was in trouble when I heard the siren. The cop was right behind me and I pulled over and stopped.
My hands started shaking really bad when I saw him walking toward my jeep. I kept my hands on the steering wheel like they say you better do or they will shoot you. He walked up and just looked at me but didn't say anything. My jeep doesn't have a top or any doors so he could see my knees were shaking. I told him I was sorry I was speeding. He still didn't say anything, just kept looking at me.
He had on sunglasses so I couldn't see his eyes but I recognized him from last year when he talked to my senior high school class about safe driving and not driving drunk. I knew he was giving me a mean look. I told him, "Please don't give me a ticket. Give me another chance. My dad will kill me. Please, I'll do anything!"
He pulled up his sunglasses and looked me right in the eyes. He told me, "Be at my house tonight at 8 o'clock. Be on time. Exactly 8 o'clock. And don't tell anybody where you're going. If you don't come, I'll come to your house and tell your dad you were speeding and I'll take you to jail."
I couldn't even eat dinner I was so nervous but I managed to eat a little so nobody would notice it. I told my parents I was going to a movie with some buds and left.
Now I'm driving around and sweating. I live in a little town where everybody knows everybody else. That's how come I know Officer Bart lives in an old farmhouse right outside town.
Just before 8 o'clock I'm parking behind his police car and walking to his front door. I can feel sweat running down my sides from my armpits. I knock on the door and he opens it. He's still wearing his uniform, like he just got home from work. He tells me to come in and to follow him. He leads me down to his basement. Now I'm really scared.
He tells me he's gonna give me a whipping cause I got to be punished for speeding. And if I don't take it, he's gonna give me a ticket plus tell my dad I was speeding and tell my dad that he should take my jeep away from me for a year to teach me a lesson. Everybody in town knows my dad is really tough. He'll give me a whipping plus take my jeep away. So I tell Officer Bart that I'll take the whipping from him.
He tells me to strip to my undershorts. So I start getting undressed with him watching me and I have trouble getting my cloths off cause I'm so nervous. When I get naked except for my undershorts, he looks me over. He tells me I look strong enough to take a good whipping. I'm a pretty average 18 year-old, 5'8" tall and weight about 130 pounds, a little skinny but I work out so I got pretty good definition in my chest. I'm mostly smooth but I have a few hairs right in the middle of my chest. He says since I got chest hairs I'm old enough to take a man's whipping, what ever that means.
He tells me he doesn't want to get his shirt all sweaty. So he pulls off his shirt. He has thick black hair all over his chest. He's not huge like a weigh lifter but you can tell he works out a lot. He pulls his belt from his pants and shows it to me. It's black and thick and my knees get shaky. He tells me, "You were going 10 miles over the speed limit so I'm going to give you 10 with the belt."
He asks me if I'm brave enough to stand and take it or does he have to tie me down for it. I tell him I can take it. He makes me put my palms on the wall and lean forward and spread my legs apart. I'm standing there like that, waiting for the whipping to start and I feel like I'm going to start crying but I don't. I know its really gonna hurt bad.
Whack!
The first one hits me on my butt and I bite down hard to keep from crying out. I start breathing really fast and sweating more.
Whack!
The second one is worse than the first one and I can feel my knees shaking really bad.
Whack! He hits me lower this time across my legs and I start to grunt from the pain. He gives me two more and now I'm really burning on my ass.
He tells me the next five I gotta take bareass! He makes me pull off my shorts and stand there naked. I really get embarrassed from it but I do like he tells me.
The first one that hits my bare ass hurts so bad I scream out but I swallow it really fast so he won't think I can't take it. The next 4 are terrible and I'm whimpering like a little sissy when he finishes with me. But I didn't' move the whole time he was whipping me.
He tells me to get dressed and go home. It takes me a while to get dressed cause I'm really hurting on my ass. I can see that his chest hairs are all stuck down to his chest from sweat of whipping me.
Upstairs before he closes the door he tells me to come back on Saturday cause I got some yard work to do. He's not through punishing me yet.
I go to my jeep and even though my ass is really sore, I'm glad I gotta come back to his place. By the time I get home, I'm so boned I almost forget I got whipping till I check out the welts on my ass in the mirror.
Part 2
Officer Bart didn't tell me what time to come to his place, but I decided it's better if I don't go too early or too late. I didn't want to wake him up in case he was sleeping late or wait so long that he doesn't think I'm coming and and then come over to get me. So I drive over there at 10 in the morning and park behind his cruiser. My mouth is dry and I keep trying to swallow. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. He opens it and steps out on the porch. He is wearing a pair of levis with no shirt. He is very good looking and the black hairs on his chest shine in the sunshine.
He tells me to strip right there on the porch. I look around and he laughs at me and tells me nobody can see me, his house is too far from anybody else's. I pull off my boots and socks, then my shirt. He folds his arms across his hairy chest and leans back on the door and watches me getting naked for him. I take off my levis and he tells me to keep going. So I pull down my undershorts and step out of them. He reaches out and grabs my shoulder and turns me around. He touches the welts on my ass and says I didn't have enough welts, that I need another whipping.
But he says that he'll whip me later. First I have to work. He makes me mow his lawn using an old mower that doesn't even have a motor on it. And worst of all he makes me do it naked while he sits on the porch and watches me sweat. After I mow it, he tells me to rake up all the grass and sack it up. It takes a long time, more than an hour for me to do it all. The whole time I know that I'm going to get another whipping and it gives me an ache in my belly just thinking about it.
When I get done he tells me to put my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and push my chest out and stand there while he checks my work. He calls it the punishment position. I stand there naked in the punishment position and watch him walk around the yard, looking for pieces of grass I missed.
He tells me, "You missed these." He holds some grass in his hand and shows it to me. He makes me open my mouth and he feed it to me, shoving it into my mouth and making me chew it. Then he slaps my face. It really stings and I get tears in my eyes from it. I never got slapped before and it makes me really mad but I know I can't do anything but take it. My face is stinging and the grass tastes dirty in my mouth but I stand there in front of him and feel my cock getting hard. It sticks up straight in front of me almost against my belly.
He leans forward and puts the tip of his nose against mine. "You're a little faggot," he tells me, "and your ass is mine!" He takes his thumb and thumps the head of my cock really hard. I grit my teeth and take it from him, knowing I will do anything he wants me to do.
"Get on your knees!" He pushes me down till I'm down in front of him. He opens up his levis and pulls out his cock. It is really big, bigger when he's soft than mine is when it's hard. He tells me, "Open your mouth, faggot." I open my mouth and he starts pissing in it. "To wash down the grass," he tells me laughing while I struggle to swallow his warm piss. A lot of it splashes on my face and runs down on my bare chest but he doesn't care, he just keeps pissing.
When he's done, he puts his cock back in his pants and buttons up. "Get in the punishment position, faggot," he tells me.
I get up as fast as I can and put my hands behind my head. I know there's piss on my face and on my chest and grass on me. But I don't do anything about it, I just stand there waiting for him to tell me what to do. He goes over to the side yard and takes a handkerchief out of his back pocket, a red one. He goes to a nettle and uses his handkerchief to pull off a handful.
I start breathing really hard when he comes toward me, a big grin on his face. He takes one leaf and pushes it against my left nipple. I don't feel anything for a second, then the stinging starts. Then he stings me on the other nipple, rubbing the leaves across my chest. I make fists behind my head when the burning spreads across my whole chest. Then he reaches down and grabs my cock with the hand that hold the nettle.
"Nooo," I tell him but it's too late. My cockhead starts stinging and I can't stand there like that anymore. I grab for my cock, and he slaps my face hard. I fall on the grass, holding my hands between my legs.
"Get up, faggot!" He yells at me over and over.
I get up and stand in front of him again, just like he wants me to, my hands behind my head, feeling the stinging on my cock and on my nipples. He tells me I'm a fucking sissy and slaps me in the face again. I'm standing there with tears on my face, not from the pain but from being ashamed.
"Now get your ass down in the basement and wait for me. You know where to go."
"Yessir!" I start toward his house and then break out in a run. I'm out of breath by the time I get down the stairs and stand leaning against the wall. I can feel the nettles still stinging me, my nipples feel like they're itching really bad but my cock feels harder than ever before. I can smell his piss on me and the grass and my own sweat. I close my eyes and wait.
Part 3
I hear him coming down the stairs and I feel a shiver all down me just knowing that he's coming. He walks over to me and rubs my ass, which is all sweaty now. Then he walks away and tells me to come to where he is.
I walk over to the middle of the basement where he's standing. He tells me to reach up and grab the pipe that's above my head. I have to stretch to reach it and it's hot. I jerk my hands away but then put them back right away and just let it burn me. I know its not really burning my hands it just feels that way. I stand there like that, up on my toes holding the pipe and sweating, naked and very self-conscious.
He steps up to me and puts his face right next to mine so his mouth is right next to my ear. "Are you going to be a really strong boy for me, Jason? Are you going to be brave and take your punishment?"
"Yessir," I tell him. He's so close to me I can feel his chest hairs touching me. They feel like little wires rubbing on my nipples each time he takes a breath. His breath on my ear gives me shivers and I just want him to keep standing there touching me.
He steps back and runs his hand across my chest. I can feel my cock getting harder just from him touching me on my chest like that. He tells me its really gonna hurt and I gotta be very brave or I wont be able to take it. He tells me, "I don't want to tie you down for this Jason. I want you to take it. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yessir," I tell him cause I want to be brave for him.
He stands in front of me and shows me a fanbelt from a car. He says he's gonna whip me with it and its really really gonna hurt. I start swallowing as fast as I can, looking at the fanbelt. It's a big rubber circle with ridges on it and I already know how much its gonna hurt when he hits me with it. I just grit my teeth and hold my breath waiting for it.
He tells me to hold on tight and then he hits me on my bare ass with the fanbelt. I can't believe how much it hurts. I can feel pain go down my legs and I can hardly take it. I just grip the pipe harder and start sucking my breath in and out each time he hits me with the fanbelt.
I think I just can't take the pain anymore but somehow I do. Pretty soon I'm making crying sounds like a animal, jerking around trying to get away from the terrible pain but never letting go of the pipe, hanging onto it like that can make the pain stop.
Suddenly the beating stops and I can feel only a fire burning on my ass. I open my eyes and see him standing there in front of me, his face all wet from sweat. He tells me he's really proud of me, that I took my beating like a man.
He tells me to let go of the pipe but I can't. Its like my hands are stuck to it. He reaches up and unhooks my fingers and I can't even stand up. I don't fall down cause he puts his arms around me and holds me up.
I feel really weak and just let him hold me. He tells me I smell terrible and he lets me go and I stand there sort of wobbly.
"C'mon," he tells me, "let's get u cleaned up." He leads me over to a big laundry tub and makes me lean over into it and he starts soaking me with water, washing me with his hands. I just lean into it, feeling the edge of the tub pushing up on my belly and the warm water running on my head. He makes sure I get all soaked and then he helps me stand up and get dried off with a big towel.
Now he's got water all over his levis. He pulls off his boots and than strips off his levis. He doesn't wear any undershorts so he's totally naked.
I never saw a guy look so good naked before. Officer Bart is more than 6 feet tall with black hair all over his chest and a line of hairs than go down to his pubes which are really thick and curly. His cock is really big and sticking out in front of him. He looks at me and sees that I'm looking at his cock.
"Suck it," he tells me.
I drop on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. I can't take all of it cause it's too big and I don't know how to take a cock down my throat. But I suck on the head of it and stroke it with my hands. It tastes like sweat, sort of salty but I want to keep sucking it.
But he pulls away and lifts me up like I am a rag doll and bends me over the washtub. I hold my breath cause I know he's gonna fuck me but I never got fucked before so it really scares me. He greases up his cock with something and I can feel it pushing against my asshole. I stop thinking about how much my ass cheeks are burning and all I can think about it how much its gonna hurt me when he shoves his cock up in me.
"You ever been fucked before?" he asks me.
: No sir," I tell him.
Then he says, "Good. I like to bust a cherry." And then he shoves his big cock up into my asshole.
I grab the laundry tub with my hands and almost scream it hurts so bad. He tells me to relax and not move. He just stands there behind me with his cock up in my asshole and doesn't move. It really hurts but I obey him and just stay there trying to relax but I can't make the pain go away.
Then he starts fucking me. It takes a little while but pretty soon it doesn't hurt very much anymore. He's holding my hips and pulling me so that his big cock can go way up in me.
Pretty soon I start moaning and it starts to feel really good. He reaches around me and starts to pinch on my nipples. It starts feeling so good I start moaning and telling him to fuck me harder. And then he starts fucking faster and faster, really shoving into me hard. And then I know he's gonna cum just cause of how he's breathing. He hugs me really tight and then shoots up into my ass. He lets out a long cry and then I cum too, not even touching my cock.
I'm still bent over the laundry tub, the edge cutting into my belly but I don't care. He's put his weight on top of me and I can feel his chest hairs scratchy on my back. I like feeling like I'm trapped under him and can't move and I don't want to move anyway.
After a few minutes, he pulls his cock out of me and turns me around. He tells me my ass is gonna be sore for a long time, and I reach back and can feel welts on it. Also, my asshole feels like he's still in it and I know that's gonna be sore too from getting fucked for the first time.
"Now go home," he tells me, "and don't speed this time."
We go up the stairs and outside where I still got my clothes on the porch. I start getting dressed and he just stands there in the doorway naked watching me. He looks so beautiful when he's naked, lean and hairy and manly.
When I'm dressed, I can really feel how sore my ass is. He doesn't say anything so I just walk to my jeep and get in.
"Hey, Jason," he tells me. "Next time you come over here, don't wear any underwear!"
I grin at him and back out of his driveway, knowing he just invited me back.
This is my first story. If you liked it, please email me and let me know. Jason (Jasonin501s@yahoo.com)