This is a supplement story to the "Cop Higgins" tales i had recently written. It is a point of view of the closeted Rookie I had some fun with Officer Watkins This is his hopeful experience with the bull stud Clay and how he may have gotten him. It is only fiction as I know that Higgins is a straight homophobes. So it is only a fantasy that he would play with gays other than just a blowjob.
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...... The next day when Watkins came in to the office, he had a note on his desk. It was from Higgins. He wanted to see him. He figured he knew what it was. Jake had said something or the more likely was that Clay had looked at the video fprecordings and saw the incident. Either way, he was either gonna get fired or worse. But then he pondered the chance that his fantasy of Higgins stroking himself from it was a possibility.
"Looks like someone is in deep shit" Jensen said as he saw the note "Boss is gonna 'fuck' you up"
Watkins immediately envisioned just that. Getting bent over the desk and slammed. His dick quickly responded with a few throbs. He then sighed as he turned to head to Higgins office. Jensen snickering behind him. He went to the door that was Clay's office and then he tapped on it.
"Is that you Watkins?" came the gruff manly voice "Yes sir" He said back with a gulp "Get yer ass in here boy" "Now"
Watkins opened the door and then stepped into Higgins office. The older man said to close and bolt the door. He looked at the man that barely looked back up at him. He seemed to be busy with some paperwork.
"Sit" the man then ordered
Watkins looked at the mans body sitting there. He had on a short sleeved polo that was snug on the mans strong arms. The biceps seemed to almost flex as Higgins was writing something on what he was looking at. The top buttons opened to show some of the hairs peering out at the top. The forearm muscles twitched as Higgins wrote on the report he was glancing down at.
"You like being here boy?" The man then asked. Still not looking up at Watkins "Uhh, yes sir" He answered back
That's when Higgins sat back in his chair. Leaning far back as he looked back at the rookie. As he did his lower body came into view. The gray colored jeans were straining at the big dick pressed to them. He could not stop looking at the valley between the mans thighs too. It was awesome. The mans big cock was making a big obvious bulge in them.
"So why you go off and do some gay shit in my house" Clay then stated "Huh?" Watkins questioned "What do you mean?"
He knew what the boss was talking about. Clay had eyes in all parts of the building. And he was sure the man saw a video of him and Jake in the cell. Him bent over a Jake slammed his ass hard. Him moaning in pleasure as the man fucked his wanton asshole.
Was he gonna get fired? Or worse? Or maybe Higgins wanted some play. Of which he hoped for. He wanted the mans huge dick. What ever way he could get it.
"You fucking pussy fags" Higgins then said "I don't mind given Jake some play with prisoners" "But my men"
He shook his head back and forth. Then he huffed a heavy breath. Higgins then looked back up at the rookie. Watkins looked at the mans face. He looked a bit pissed. So he figured he was fired.
"My men are supposed to be men" Clay added "Not faggots"
Then Clay stood up from his desk. The hot daddy stud looking smoldering as he stood up. His very big package looking very intimidating as Watkins stared right at it. The tibe of his big cock pressing to the side. Big and delicious looking. He gulped down a swallow of drool that had collected in his mouth.
"I took you in for your daddy" Higgins then added "Even though you had... Tendencies"
Watkins looked at the man's face again. Wondering what Clay had planned for him. But his eyea kept falling back down to the tube in those jeans. And he cpild have sworn he saw it throb back as the man spoke.
"Figured this would take the queer outta ya" the man continued
Then Higgins reached down and pulled and adjusted at his cock. Watkins eyes widened as he loked at the dick under the mans hand. Clay seemed to be stroking himself now. Moving back and forth over his dick in its confines. Then the man smirked at Watkins as he stroked himself.
"See." He stated "Yet eyes are locked to my dick"
Then Clay walked around his desk and moved closer to Watkins. Glaring at the young cop.
"So. Might as well make you the office pussy hole." He said "And right now. I need a hole" "Get on yet knees boy" "Get down there and service me".....
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To be continued