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Mac Stevens and Sgt Strait
(Written after a request, hope you guys like it!)

If you are a long time Mac Stevens reader you may know that Mac had one rule about his job with the police force- no fucking fellow officers. Only one time did Mac ever break that rule, and for both parties it was more of a mission of mercy than a fuck. For Mac, fucking his friend Al was practically an emergency, his balls had been filling up for more than a day and were threatening to explode. The fact that Mac dumped four huge loads right in a row with Al should be proof enough of this. And for Al, well, Al has secretly longed for Mac’s dick ever since the day they met many years before. Impaling his muscular hairy ass on Macs fuck stick was a wet dream come true.

But all rules were, of course (and especially in the case of Mac) made to be broken…

Sargent Tim Strait was transferred in to the department from out of State. Sgt. Strait had often been kidded about his name, always having to gentle explain that, no, he wasn’t related to any country and western stars. Sgt. Strait looked more like a linebacker than a singer anyway. He was a big man, six feet four, and that without his Dehner boots. He had size 12 feet, so you know those boots were custom made too. He had tree trunk legs that sprang from a firm ass and a flat six pack stomach. The Sgt. Was very strict about his diet and work out regime. He ate very little fat and watched the amount he ate. On top of that he worked out strenuously every morning for at least an hour. The results didn’t just show in his six pack abs and firm ass, but also his huge arms, which had awesome guns. His neck was long and corded, with the muscles from his flat pecs rising up to his cut chin. Those pecs were a point of pride for Sgt. Strait, heck you would of thought he was some big titted gal the way he went on about how chiseled his tits were. The only draw back, from his point of view, where his fairly large, the size of pencil erasers, nipples that grew hard when he worked out or fuck his wife.

Yeah, his wife. The 40 year old has been married since he was 19. Shortly after high school he had "accidentally" gotten his girl friend pregnant. Now, 21 years later he had a 20 year old, a 19 year old and a 18 year- all boys, all strapping splitting images of their dad.

When Mac first laid eyes on the hunks broad shoulders and full back, leaning over a desk talking to someone, his cock almost went off like a rifle. Mac smiled to himself as he envisioned the tall and wide Sgt. bending over Mac’s bed, waiting to be filled with his rock hard cop cock.

"Hi there, you must be Mac Stevens. Heard a lot about you bud!" Sgt. Strait was now standing in front of the day dreaming Mac, his hand extended out waiting for a handshake. Mac took a half a beat to clear his head and gain control. Sgt. Strait’s steel gray eyes looked directly at him, clearly and filled with the kind of energy that only a real man can generate.

"Likewise Sargent, likewise. Glad to meet you sir."

"Ahhh, come on Stevens, call me Sarge huh? I ain’t one to stand on ceremony!" Sgt. Strait laughed as he gave Mac’s gloved hand a firm shake. The Captain came over, glancing down at Mac’s still hard cock that had extended itself down his motorcycle breeches. The Captain looked at Mac and gave a small shake of his head and smiled.
"Easy there Mac" he said under his breath to Mac. "Mac, I see you’ve met Sargent Strait. I want you to take out a squad car and drive Sarge around town for a while. Show him the neighborhood."

"Yes Sir!"
"And try to be a good boy" The Captain said as he walked by Mac.
"Those regulation breeches Stevens?" Sgt. Strait asked as Mac walked away to get the car.

"Yes Sarge, you bet!" Mac smiled all the way to the car lot. This one is gonna be easy, he through to himself.

Driving around town Mac found out more about Sarge. The more he heard, the more he liked. He liked that Sarge was married, he went on and on about how much he loved his wife (they all do) and how tight and firm she was even 20 years later. He had a mental picture of Sarge fucking his wife on their king sized bed, and then later Mac fucking Sarge on that same bed.

 He liked that he worked out so much (in shape guys are always more horny, must be all that exercise makes their balls work over time.) He liked how Sarge appeared to be all man, even cursing and swearing when he talked. The man gave off so much testosterone Mac’s dick could smell it from across the drivers seat.

Mac decided to hurry things up a little, being sure to drive slowly through the "arty" part of town.

"Shit Stevens, what part of town is this? Fagville? Look at all these fuckin bars? Jeeeez-suuus!"
Mac stayed quiet, he couldn’t tell where Sarge was coming from. Was he testing Mac? Or was he just a homophobic asshole?

"I tell ya Mac, fuck ‘em all. Those fairy assed faggots, makes my blood boil."

Mac was kind of surprised at Sarge’s diatribe. Surely a guy as good looking at Sarge had been propositioned by other men. Men like Mac and the kind of men Mac liked, butch, hard, masculine, ready to worship another man’s dick in a way that only  another man could.

"It’s unnatural Mac."
Jeez, Mac thought, had this guy ever even had man to man sex? Unnatural? It was the most natural thing in the world! Two men, real men, full of hot sperm and enough hormones to start a junior scientist lab kit, squaring off, ready to fuck each other senseless.

"Only one kind of good sex, right Mac? Fuckin a, fuckin a woman. Getting a tight cunt over your dick and goin to town."

He has to be into guys, Mac was sure. Nobody was this homophobic, or were they?
"Why if I weren’t on the police force I’d bust every faggots head wide open. Why the fuck can’t they learn to fuck pussy I’ll never know. Where is pussy land around here anyway Mac?"

"Sorry Sarge?"
"Red light, ya know, where can a guy get some cunt-on-sale?"
Was Mac hearing Sarge right, this devoted family man was looking for a hooker?
"22cnd Street Sarge."

"Good to know Stevens, good to know. I mean, fuck, a guy can’t rely on his wife for everything. Shit, I don’t know about you, but I have to unload pretty often or I get blue balls like you wouldn’t believe."

"Amen" said Mac, not quite believing his ears.
"Damn right, Amen brother. Wife’s good for a morning blow and a good hard nighttime fuck, but sometimes at work, so much stress, I guess my balls just go into over time. Nothing like a long lunch feeding my dick to some cunt, or a quickie behind the courthouse. I bet you got lots of pussy holed away in this town huh Mac?"

Yeah, Mac smiled to himself, but not the kind of pussy you’d like asshole.
"Sure do Sarge" Mac said, keeping his thoughts to himself. Mac’s brain was working overtime. His dick was doing most of the work by now. He had an idea about how to get ‘ol Straight shootin Sarge in so deep that any cock would look like up to his dick addled brain. But is was going to take some time, and perhaps some help. He just hoped Al and Frank were up for it.

"Say Sarge, me and some other cops wanted to have you over tonight to watch the game, have a few beers. You up for it?"

"Why sure Stevens, mighty nice of you. I think this is gonna work out fine, yes indeed."
"Yeah Sarge, I hope so."

"Damn Stevens, all this pussy talk got you hard as a rock huh? Nice little babymaker you got goin there. I hope you got a cunt at home ready to plow when you get off work."

"Oh, I will Sarge, I will!"

Part Two
"You are out of your fuckin mind Mac!" Al yelled through the phone.

"Now calm down bud, I ain’t talking about killin him or nothin, just havin  a little bit of fun at his expense. Shit Al, the fucker ain’t never even had his dick sucked by a guy before, he don’t know what he’s missin."

"Shit man, you’re talkin about some serious shit Mac. Sarge will turn us in and that will be it, out on our ass after 15 years on the force."

"Al, you just don’t get it do ya? I gonna get a little, um, insurance, make sure Sarge keeps his mouth shut good n tight, unless I wanna feed him some dick of course!"
"You’re sick Mac, but I like the way you think. Damn man, feeding that man my dick has got me all hard. I am gonna unload big time in his throat tonight."

"Shit AL, clam down will ya? Ain’t gonna happen tonight! These things take time. Just call up Frank and get over here by game time. Go with the flow and no funny shit either. Keep your hands off Frank okay?"

There was silence for a second on the other end before Al laughed, a little too hard. "You think Frank n me are getting it on Mac, fuck! With all the pussy, male and female, I get? Come on Mac, a fella might get insulted."

But Mac knew, right then, his hunch was right. Those two patrol buddies were feedin each other cop sausage alright. Time to deal with that later.

"Just be here Al."

Mac’s own dick was rock hard in his workout shorts, despite the little detour he had taken on the way home, stopping at an old "friends" house. The guy lived in a big ol suburban house, the huge kind with too many rooms, and too many closets, to Macs mind. The guy’s wife and kids were home, but Mac didn’t care, he had something he needed to get done. He greeted the surprised suburban dad at the door.

"Hi Bob." The large, beefy guy just stared at Mac. He had been a wrestler in school, heavy weight division, and despite going to a gym four times a week he still had a gut, but other than that he was a beefy guy, big arms, big legs, big dick that loved to fuck girls. Young college girls, one of whom reported the guy for rape. Mac had "handled" the case and now the guy was in serious debt to Mac.

"Hhhhi Mac, Sir."
"Hey shithead, let me in huh?"
"Oh, yeah,… of course, come on ?"
Mac brushed by him.
"Is Lydia here?"

Bob’s eyes went wide. "Innnn the k-k-k-itchen Sir."
Mac’s rock hard cock started leaking profusely, starting a small stain on his jeans.
"Take me upstairs to your bedroom."
"What? Why?"

"Listen fuck, unless you want the whole neighborhood and your wife to know you’re a good for nothing little girl raper you had better shut up and do as I say. Got it?" Mac’s face was inches from the man’s face, which was heavy with five o’clock shadow. The man closed his eyes, thinking, how did I ever get to this point. But before he could open his eyes he felt Mac’s mouth on his lips. Fuck! The sick cop was kissing him! In his own house. He struggled to get free, but Mac’s held the guys head with his right hand as his other hand went to the guys crotch. Just then Bob heard something that made his heart stop.

"Honey, who is it?"

Lydia!  She was coming from the kitchen in the back down the hall to the front where the two men were kissing. Bob struggled harder, making little sounds of panic. Mac thought he would cum right then and there. But he didn’t, and he timed everything just right. Just a second before Lydia came around the corner he pulled away, leaving  a breathless and  ashen Bob standing in the hallway with Mac at his side. He causally arranged his body so that Lydia would be sure to see his rock hard cock outlined in his jeans.

"What’s going on Bob, who is this?" Lydia asked, half concerned, half-suspicious.
"Um, oh, hi Honey, this is, um, Mac, from, uh, the plant. At work. The plant at work, here to, um, look at some plans, I , um , have upstairs."

"Hi, Mac Stevens, nice to meet you." Mac put out his hand and gave the wife’s hand a firm shake, looking directly into her eyes. She pulled back.
"Oh, I see. Okay."

"Yes, well, Mac and I, where, um, just going up stairs, to look at the um, plans. Right Mac."
"You bet Bob!"

"Okay honey, well, dinner’s almost ready, so don’t make me come up there to get you when I call."
"If we don’t respond feel free to check in on us." Mac said giving his best smile. He could have sworn Bob’s face actually turned white with fear.

"Uh, n-n-n-no, I mean, that’s okay, I’m sure we’ll hear you. I mean we’ll come down right away, right Mac?"

"I don’t know Bob, you might be up to your tonsils in work." Mac gave him an evil smile.

As the two went up the stairs Mac saw the wife give his basket more than just  a quick glance. For good measure Mac gave Bob’s ass a good smack as he climbed the stairs, in full view of the wife.

In the bedroom- "Fuck Mac, I mean, Sir, what the hell are you trying to do? Get me caught?"

Mac put his hand on the guys mouth, squeezing his jaw until the mans mouth opened, with all his might Mac pushed down, forcing the guy to his knees.

"Listen punk, don’t ever talk to me like that again, you understand?"
The man couldn’t speak, his mouth was propped open by Mac’s hand, he merely moaned out an answer.

"Now punk, go to work on daddy’s dick. I spent all day denying this thing release and now I gotta unload a ton of sperm real quick.

"Just promise me you’ll leave as soon as possible."
Mac smacked the guys face. "I promise you I’ll call your wife up here and fuck you both, in front of your kids, if my dick ain’t in your mouth in two seconds. You college educated shit. Think you’re some big family man, some big stud, goin around fucking little girls. Man your dick got you in a lot of trouble, so now you’re gonna work off that trouble my servicing dick."

The man fumbled with Mac’s jeans, frantically trying to free the cops massive hard on. Within seconds the rampantly hard police member popped out of its tight confines. A spray of pre cum land on the man’s face. He went in to put the head in his mouth but Mac stopped him.

"Hold on fucker. Gotta work you over a little first, get you looking like the good for nothing dick pig you’re slowly becoming." Mac took his dick and wiped the head across both of the man’s cheeks, leaving behind a trail of sticky precum.
"So pig, you start looking at guys crotches yet?"

"No sir." The man mumbled as Mac’s dick continued to rub across his face.
"Don’t lie to me fucker, you don’t look at studs thinkin about how they could probably get you to go down on them just as easily as I do?"
"No sir!"

"You will pig, you will. Soon."
With that Mac parked his cock at the mans mouth.
"Open up pig…I said open up! Want me to ask your wife for some ice tea? Ahhhhh, I didn’t think so fucker. That’s it, now take that tubesteak pig."
"Mghhghp"

"Whatever fucker, just keep suckin like I showed you last time. Yeah slut, I can feel you getting better, you been practicing?"
"Mfho!"

"Yeah, right, feels like it pig. Man does that feel good, this is what I needed all day."
Mac grabbed the back of the man’s head and began to sink his cock in up to the hilt. Mac could hear the man’s two kids playing down stairs.

"Pretty soon it’ll be time for me to trick out your kids too huh?"
"Mgph! Mpghgfpgh!" the man struggled wildly, trying to get the cops cock out of his throat, but Mac’s just shoved his head on tighter.

"Don’t like that idea fuck toy? Then suck harder, drain my balls. Anything left in em is gonna get sucked out by those damn kids!"

The man’s efforts doubled, even tripled. Mac let out a low moan as he felt his balls begin to contract. It has been a long day and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
"Here is comes fucker, here it comes. Now be a good doggy and swallow it all for daddy, okay?"

The man’s eyes went wide, last time Mac has simply sprayed the faces  with sperm. Now he was threatening to force feed him sperm! Mac’s hands, firmly behind the mans head, let the man know that he had no choice.

"Ungh!" Mac let out  a grunt as the first volley of sperm jetted out of his cock into the man’s mouth. With in seconds sperms was rapidly leaking out of the corners of the mans mouth as Mac’s overloaded balls gave up their treasure.
"Take it all pig, take it all."

A minute later Mac let his still hard dick pop out of the mans mouth. Sperm had leaked out and was all over the man’s dress shirt.

"Look at you pig, you’re a fuckin mess. Get up and go over to your bed."
"A-a-a-ren’t you  going to go now…sir?"
"Fuck pig, look at this dick, does it look soft?"

The man looked down in fear at Mac’s large fuck tool, still very hard, sticking straight out of his open jeans.

"No sir…does it ever get soft?"
"Not when it smells pig ass fucker."

"Oh wait, wait, wait, no way, I never, you never, I can’t take that."
"Time for the pig to lean how to take a fuck I think. Shuck off those khakis and boxers, let me get a look at that ass."

"Please, I can give you money, anything."

"Stupid fuck, I know that, and what I want form you I am taking, understand, now bend!"
The man looked at Mac with defiance, there was no way he was going to let anyone in his ass. Mac looked back, gave a little smile and turned as is he was about to call down stairs.

"No! No! Wait, okay, jeeze, okay! Okay. I give in, please don’t yell."
"Bend pig."
The man was losing control, he felt like he was about to break down.
"Please mister…sir."

"I ain’t gonna say it again pig, bend or I go find your boys."

The straight stud, after years of seducing and breaking little girls, after years of using his dick as a weapon to break coeds and make them little sluts found himself at the receiving end of a rock hard dick of his own. Mac’s huge cock loomed over the broken man. He bent.

"Now pig, this is gonna hurt, I  ain’t gonna lie to you, but I don’t really want to deal with you wife, yet. So I need to keep ya from squealing. I found these panties in the hall, must be your wife’s huh? Open up fucker, this is gonna be your gag for your first fuck."
"They’re dirty mis-mpgh. Umphg!"

"Oh man pig, do you look good this way. Maybe one day soon I’ll stop by and get you your own set of panties, make you wear em around, to work, to the gym. Oh yeah!"
Mac grabbed the guy at his hips and teased his finger at the squirming man’s hole.
"Fell that finger buddy? My dick is about ten times bigger, so once you’re used to taking my finger, all ya gotta do is take ten of em? Fuck yeah buddy, I could fist ya almost!"

"Nmpgh!"

Mac poked his finger rudely into the guys ass. The man gave a muffled yelp.
"Get used to it buddy. Get used to being a man whore for every fag with a hard dick in this town."

Mac leaky dick was begging for what his finger told him was  a tight as hell ass. What the fuck, Mac thought, I don’t have all night. He hucked a wad of spit and let it slowly dangle from his mouth down to the tip of his spongy police dick head. The spit sat perfectly on the throbbing head, waiting for Mac to take his finger and rub it around. Mac took his hand and grabbed his cock, letting his finger swirl the spit and leaking pre cum all around until his dick head was a wet sloppy mess. The man was still whimpering as Mac placed his thumb against the man’s winking asshole.

"Say goodbye to the straight life buddy." Mac forced his thumb in with a mighty plop. The man’s voice began to rise into a whine, still muffled by the panties. Mac’s dick gave a little lurch.

He took the head of his dick and placed it against the base of the thumb in the guys ass.
"Now next time you fuck one of those pretty co-eds you’ll know just how she feels!"
IT took all of Mac’s strength but he slowly began to force his rock hard cop battering ram into the man’s hole, using his thumb as a sort of wedge.

Mac was relentless, huffing and puffing and he strained to overcome the man’s incredibly tight ass ring.

After a few minutes of struggle Mac found his whole dick was now in. The man was up to the hilt in Mac’s throbbing dick.

"How does that feel buddy?" Mac knew damn well, the guy had not stopped yelling and sobbing since the torturous invasion began.

"Stupid straight fuck, quit fighting it and enjoy it. This is a rape after all fucker, I ain’t gonna go an easier!"

Mac smacked the guy on the ass and began the equally painful withdrawal of his dick, until everything but that nice juicy mushroom head was outside of the clinging, protesting asshole.

"Okay bud, no more mister nice cop, here comes the fuck!"

Mac plunged back in, hard and direct, and then back out, and directly back in. The guy couldn’t catch his breath as Mac’s massive invader ripped away his manhood and replaced it with dick-slut-hood. The man, used to being the big guy around town, around the house, heck, in his own bed! Was now powerless underneath this savage and crazy muscle cops’ big ‘ol dick. Try as he might he could not fight this, he was broken just as sure a wild horse at the o.k. corral.

Meanwhile Mac’s dick was not giving in as he sawed in and out of the helpless man.
"Fuck bud, you’ve got one tight ass. Not the tightest I’ve ever done, maybe you should do some exercises, huh? What gym you go to again? Oh, yeah, the gold’s over is Fair Oak. I got some buds there, they can show you some good exercises to make that ass nice in tight. And I’m sure they’d be glad to test that ass every once in a while to make sure it’s good n tight."

"Mnghfp!"
"Yeah bud, usually right there on the floor too. Right in front of every one. Make you where those little short running shorts that day so they can quickly get at your ass just by reachin up under ‘em. Make you suck on their finger and then pop it right up ya, to test you to tightness."

"Mpryn Kn Eee!"
"Uh-huh, that’s right, everyone can see. It won’t be obvious, but all those other muscle studs will know alright, and I wouldn’t be surprised if  a few of em ask your trainers if they can take you for a test run after the work out. Yeah pig, you’ll be a popular slut."
"Knhgo!"

"Of course not all of the guys are a s nice as I am fucker, some of em got a mean streak. Like to take straight guys like you home for the weekend."
"Ehm Knee"

"Yeah bud, I don’t care, tell your wife you have a conference, fuck, it won’t matter. Once those guys get you home they’ll be in no mood to take you back soon. They’ll dope your ass up, dress you like some 14-year-old slut and parade you downtown. Make you a dollar whore down at The Tight Fist. Dollar a suck, dollar  a fuck. And don’t tell ‘em anything about your boys. They love teenage ass. They make you call your boys and tell ‘em to come over, rape their asses to. Maybe even trick them out too. I’m sure your sons would like that, huh dad?"

Mac’s dirty talk and the man’s tight ass (not to mention his constant sobbing) was making Mac’s balls ready to empty a second load.

"Shit fucker, making daddy here all horned out. My dick is about to give up a second load. Ready?"
"Mpgho"
"Too bad fucker."

Mac’s hands grabbed the man’s hips and impaled the suburban dad right on his massively exploding cruel cop dick.

"UNGH!" Mac’s voice echoed through out the house as his dick gave spurt after spurt of white hot man raper seed.

Mac was out of breath as he felt his dick give the last few empty spasms of his cum. He could hear noise down stairs as Lydia wondered what the commotion was. Mac looked down at the man underneath him, the guy was fucked out. Too worn out to care or even move, he barely responded as Mac wrenched out his still half-hard cock. Mac sloppily but his wet dick back into his jeans, creating an obvious wet spot over the ridged outline of his satiated-for-now monster dick.

"Remember pig, this doesn’t ever get better. A year from now you’ll be in some dirty ass bar selling your hole for a dollar a fuck all on your own. Get used to it."
Mac left the room, with the half naked and sperm covered man pig laying face down across the bed and headed down the hall. He was at the top of the stairs when he ran into the man’s wife.

"What’s going on up here? I heard a loud noise?"
"Um, yeah, seems like your hubby ain’t doin so well. He may need your help." Mac smiled at the obviously confused wife. He gently placed his hand on her arm, looking her in the eyes.

"Say Lydia, if ya ever get lonely and have the itch just give me a call huh?" Mac guided her hand down to his still half-hard dick trapped in his jeans. She pulled away with a  strange look of lust and disgust on her face. Mac laughed and went down the stairs and out the door as the wife ran to the back bedroom. All he heard as he closed the front door was the wife yelling at the husband…" What the fuck was going on here?!"

Of course that was over an hour a go. Mac’s dick was rock hard, he thought maybe he should toss off a load, just so the Sarge didn’t get any ideas. But just as he was starting to let his hand rub along that thick veiny shaft he heard the front door ring. He did his best, but his dick was still very visible in his shorts.

He opened the door, it was Sarge!
"Hey Stevens, hope I’m not too early!"
"No Sir, come on in."
"Say Steven’s I ain’t interrupting anything am I?" Sarge said looking down at Mac’s shorts.

"Uh, no Sir, just watching a little Playboy channel when you rang."
"Je-Sus Solider! You need a cunt tonight boy. I hope you arranged for one!"

"Yes sir, you bet I did!"

Part Three
 
 

Frank and AL came about fifteen minutes later, just as the pregame show was starting. Mac had to smile to himself, looking at the room and taking in the three handsome studs sitting on the couch (Sarge) and the two easy chairs (Frank and AL, taking great pains to not be near each other). Sarge had on one of those preppie collared t-shirts, like a polo shirt. Except he didn’t look so preppy, his wide neck coming up and out of the collar and his wider still guns pushing the shirt sleeves to the limit. The shirt was cut in such a way as to highlight the married straight stud’s awesome pecs as well. Meanwhile the stud’s "equipment" was nicely packed into a pair of coach’s shorts, the kind with buttons on the fly. To Mac those kind of shorts meant just one thing, oversexed high school and college coaches who needed to get their cocks off after being around all that young male pussy. Mac’s dick just drooled and he stood behind the bar.
 

Frank and Al were both dressed like they were headed to the gym. Frank had a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, better to show his massive weightlifter arms. Those were on top a pair of soft cotton workout shorts. Al had one of those tapered rib knit shirts on that showed off his V shaped torso. To cover his own throbbing prick AL had selected a loose pair of khaki shorts.

As Mac stood behind the bar he lightly fingered his raging bone as it snaked down his workout shorts. Too short by far the nylon running shorts would never conceal his monster in front of the other studs. Mac knew his only hope was to jack off a load quick so his dick would calm down some. Mac would have preferred a nice hot set o flips around his dick, but there were none to be found, so he hiked up his shorts and slowly began to jerk his meat. The guys were watching the game so they couldn’t see the subtle movements of his hands.

Fuck yeah, thought Mac, this is what I need. Damn sperm is burning  a hole in my ball sack. Just need to unload em a bit and then I can think straight, so to speak. He closed his eyes for a second as he reveled in the feeling of his dick being rubbed. When he opened his eyes Al was looking right as him, his mouth open slightly in a half smile. Mac smiled back but never stopped jerkin.

Al got up, his own shorts making a pup tent. But it was hard to see if you weren’t looking for it.

Al came up to Mac behind the bar.

"You horny fucker" he muttered, Mac just smiled and jerk his dick a hard jerk. Precum flew off the tip and landed on the front of Al’s shorts.

"Havin trouble with the tap Mac?" Al asked, loudly enough for the others to hear.

It took Mac a second to inure it out, but he grinned widely. "Yeah Al, want to get down there and see if you can get my tap flowin again?"

Al had to stifle a laugh.
"Sure Mac, my pleasure."

Mac watched as Al sank to his knees and guided his fat droolin dick into Al’s mouth. Fuck that was hot, seeing his police buddy with his lips around Mac’s fat dick. Mac calmly put his hand on Al’s head and forced the buzzcut hairy muscle fucker down onto his rock hard cop cock. It was all he could do to keep from moaning.

It only took Mac a moment it Al’s hungry mouth before the ever ready peace officer felt his balls come up and get ready to drop a load.

"Say Al, careful you don’t get too close to the tap, might spray all over you when it finally gets fixed."

Al lifted his head from Mac’s frothy dick, "Sure Mac, I don’t mind the taste of the stuff, ha!"

Mac grabbed the built cock cop by the ears and rammed his cock straight down the eager sucker throat.

"Here it comes fucker" Mac growled low enough for only Al to hear. Al responded by sucking harder and feeling Mac’s balls in his hand. Suddenly Mac felt it, his balls exploded as they gave up yet another huge load of cop cream. A police sperm transfusion took place, from one stud cop to another, Mac pumping his patrol buddy chock full of 100% rich all American cream. Al worked over time to take it all in.

Afterwards Al stood p, wiping a mess of cum off his lips as Mac pumped a glass full of beer for the worn out patrol pig.

"Thanks Al, I guess I need to clean out those pipes more often."
"Not sure how you could do that" Al muttered as he took the beer and went over back to his seat.

Frank and Sarge had been watching the start of the game the whole time, not even aware Al had left. Mac had managed to arrange his bull dick and balls so they weren’t obscenely hanging out anymore and went to sit down next to Sarge on the couch.

The game was a good one. It featured the hometown pro-football team, so Mac got to see one of his favorite fuck toy’s, Sherry’s husband, that massive linebacker he and Al had fucked raw at the last company picnic. Just the thought of that tight assed muscle fuck made Mac’s dick stir. Shit, he got fully hard again, but he didn’t care. By that time everyone had a few beers in them and were rowdy as hell anyway, screaming every time the team scored a point or made a down for that matter.

By the end of the game Mac’s dick ached, he saw Sherry’s husband give the camera a big grin as he headed out of the stadium, part of the winning team again. Probably on his way to suck some security detail dick thought Mac.

Mac hopped up to get another beer, Al followed him behind the bar.
"Shit Mac, you full already?"
"You know it buddy. Little change of plan I think."
"Huh?"

"I think I can work on Sarge a lot better with out you and Frank here. That way it will be just me ‘n him, no witnesses." Mac grinned a wide grin at Al.
"Well fuck Mac, now what. I got balls full of stud juice."

"I’m sure you and Frank can find, uh, a way to unload?"
"Careful Mac, don’t go callin someone something they ain’t."

"Fine buddy. All I’m sayin is you and Frank need to split so I can get ol Sarge into a compromising position."
"We’re as good as gone you horny fuck."

Al and Frank made a quick excuse to leave. Mac was afraid for a moment Sarge might get up to go too, but he stayed firmly planted on the couch.

"I need a moment to sober up Stevens old buddy. Wife’ll cuss me out big time if I go home like this."

"Sure Sarge, make yourself comfortable."
With Al and Frank gone Mac suggested they skip the end game wrap up.

"Check this out Sarge, the Spicy Channel, 24 hours a day of slutty cunt!" Mac switched over to a cable channel that specialized in endless straight porn, well mostly, if you didn’t count all the lesbo scenes.

"Fuck Stevens, you got one thing and one thing only on your mind huh fucker?"
"Yes sir, might say I am single minded!"

"Damn Stevens! Look at that cunt go to town on that guys dick. Whoooowee she’s gonna feel that in the morning!"

"A dick that big ‘ll give her a nice ride huh Sarge?"

"Shit Stevens, a big dick is all a dumb bitch will understand. A gorgeous cunt like that has only one purpose in life, to worship a stud’s dick. Look at the way she’s moanin and groanin, can’t stuff enough meat into that snatch. That’s it slut, take that great big dick all the way up your snatch. Shit on a stick Stevens, this pussy show is getting me harder then hell."

"Me too Sarge. Might have to unholster my weapon here in a moment."
"Fuck officer, don’t hold back on my account. What caliber you packin there?"

"Fuck Sarge, I dunno, big enough to make cunt scream for joy when they see it." Mac pulled the front of his work out shorts down, letting his dripping police rammer bounced free, spitting pre cum into the air.
"Nice piece Stevens."

Sarge was pawing at his own shorts, moving his dick around. Shit, Mac thought, the fucker’s getting all randy and fuck. Mac’s own dick gave a burp of pre cum as he thought about big ‘ol Sarge pullin his own babymaker out soon.

But Sarge was in no hurry; instead he kept up a stream of gutter talk that just made Mac even hornier.
"Yeah suck that dick honey! Make that stud come. Fuckin two bit slut, can’t get enough dick cream in that belly of yours huh? Whoa! Take it down bitch, yeah! He’s feeding you ain’t he cunt? Shit Stevens, I thought you said you got cunt comin over tonight?"

"Must got lost Sarge, we’ll just have to resort to a little jack rabbit pullin tonight."
"Fuck that Stevens."

"Come on Sarge, be a man, just pull your shit out and whack off a load. I know I’m close over here."
Sarge pulled his eyes from the fuck fest on the screen in front of him to glance over at Mac, who had his every ready police baton fuck stick pointing straight up and covered with drooling dick slime.

"Shit Stevens, go to town boy!"

Sarge looked back at the TV but meanwhile unzipped his shorts.
"I think I might take stumpy out for a little spin Mac, just us guys after all. It’ll feel good to pull a load out."

Mac almost lost it completely when he saw what Sarge pulled out of his shorts. Now Mac is not a small man, in anyway, especially the dick department. Ten solid hard inches that Mac had always considered to be pretty thick. But fuck all if that notion didn’t sail out the window when he saw Sarge’s "’ol Stumpy."

Sarge’s dick was a good eight inches long, long enough to do any man proud, but it was almost as if Sarge’s dick had stopped growing out and had kept on growing around. Sarge had the original beer-can cock. Now a beer-can is pretty far around, but fuck if Sarge didn’t come precious close to matching one in girth. It looked more like a human butplug that a dick. How Sarge’s wife ever stood to be fucked by that Mac would never understand. Shit, how could the fucker get so many whores down on his joint when it looked like, well, a tree stump? Stumpy indeed.

"Shit Sarge, when did you get a groundhog surgically attached to your crotch?"
"Funny Stevens, it’s a curse as much as a blessing."

Mac looked at Sarge for a second and then burst into laughter, as did Sarge.
"Yeah right Sarge. I bet every slut in town wants a piece of that tree trunk."
"You know it Stevens."

"Can I, I mean, I  ain’t never seen, you know… touch it? I mean, it is real right?"
"Fuck Stevens, you some kind of pervert?"

"No sir, just curious I guess. Not like I see big dicks all the time" (just every day Mac thought to himself.)
"Shit Stevens, sure, see if its real."

Sarge sat back into the couch and put his hands behind his head, no sense getting to close to Mac, incase Mac got the wrong impression. Mac slowly reached over and gently put his hand over the tremendously fat dick head. Then he gingerly let his hand slide down the fat shaft, unable to get his fingers all the way around. Mac looked at Sarge who has his eyes closed and was obviously enjoying Mac ministrations. And so then back up, and back down, delivering, Mac knew, amazing sensations to the obviously ready cock. Suddenly Sarge reached down and placed his hands on Mac’s wrist, stopping Mac’s slow motion masturbation.

"Fuck boy, what the hell you doin?"
"Nothin Sarge, just feelin how big you are. Fuck Sarge, ain’t you never been in a circle jerk?"

"No way sailor. I ain’t no fag!"
Mac yanked his hand away, pretending to be angry but feeling proud that he heard Sarge give a little gasp as he felt Mac’s hand leave his dick.

"Now listen here Sarge. I ain’t no fag neither. I’m just helping a fellow officer out here. Fuck you if you can’t take no compliment. I don’t want to bear your fuckin kids, just thought you might need some help with that fuck stick."

Sarge’s face went beat red.
"Sorry son, didn’t mean to overreact. Just ain’t used to having a guy, any guy, work my joint over like that."

"Shit Sarge, you never been circle jerked have ya?"
"Nope, met my wife in Junior High. She’s all the sex I ever needed."

"Cept for them whores, right?" Mac gave a big grin.
"Shit Stevens, that ain’t sex, not like me and missuses. It’s just… well.. you know, release."

"Right! Same here, ain’t no thing, I’m just trying to help out. I mean shit Sarge, look that yer dick for a moment, you’re drooling fuck sloop right out of it. You need to unload those balls, and so do I."

"Now wait a minute Stevens. You want to pull my piece for  awhile that’s your perv. But I am not gonna jerk your knob too."

"That ain’t playin fair Sarge. It’s a mutual thing. Eye for an eye, you know, stroke for stroke. That way neither one of us is faggin out or nothin."

Mac had replaced his hand on Sarge’s throbbin dick, but was not moving it yet. He could feel Sarge subtly trying to pump his hand into Mac’s fist. Mac looked at Sarge directly. He saw Sarge slowly reach over and barely touch Mac’s raging dick head.
It is a wonder Mac’s didn’t simply explode right then, but he maintained control. Sarge had a nervous look on his face.

"Shit Stevens" came out a as whisper, "Your dick is soaking wet. I can’t…." Mac saw Sarge’s eyes close again and felt the muscle bound senior officer’s hand grip his dick tightly as Mac slowly began massaging Sarge’s dick again. Mac knew, from years of experience, that the fastest way to a man’s mind was through his dick. And here was a case in point. No matter how much fuck slime drooled out of Mac’s dick, it didn’t matter so long as Sarge’s dick was being serviced. Mac made sure to give the built old bull a super deluxe hand job.

"Like that Sarge?"
Sarge gave a little moan. "Fuck Stevens, I had no idea I needed this so bad. I should go home and fuck my wife…" Mac placed his free hand on Sarge’s shoulder as the larger man tried to get up off the couch.

"Sit tight buddy, you ain’t in no shape to drive. Just relax."
Mac’s own dick was screaming out for hotter action. Sarge’s clumsy dick rubbin made Mac wonder if the straight fuck ever even jerked himself off. But just the fact that Mac had this bull stud under his control was juicing him plenty.

"Fuck Stevens, that does feel good. I guess I needed to get a load off bad huh? Fuck buddy, ain’t never got this from the wife, not this good. Ugggggh!"

Sarge’s face was screwed up in a mask of pure pleasure as Mac’s sure and steady hand worked out a huge load from the fat dick. Soon Sarge started softly grunting.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, can’t….hold….off..much…longer…UGH!"

Suddenly the massive column of dick flesh erupted with a  huge load of repressed straight guy cum, shooting bull seed into the air like a park fountain. Mac grinned as he watched Sarge scream in pleasure/agony at the sheer amount of cum coming from his dick. Mac’s own dick put on a similar fireworks display in spite of the fact that Sarge had momentarily stopped his clumsy stroking of Mac’s dick.

"FUCK! Holy shit! Damn buddy that was amazing. Wow, what a load. Sorry about the mess huh? Shit buddy. Fuck." Mac could see Sarge coming down from the high of the cum and start to recollect his wits. He could see Sarge begin to rebuild the "straight" guy persona.

"Whew! Well, fun’s fun huh Stevens? I don’t think we need to let anyone else know about our little reversion to being teenagers, huh?" Sarge gave Mac a stern look, or as stern as he could with his fat dripping dick hanging out of his shorts.
"Sure thing Sarge."

"Yeah, so, uh, I feel a lot better now, better go I guess."
"Sure Sarge, might want to put your dick back in those short though, hate to have you arrested for indecent exposure!"
"Very funny Stevens."

Mac jacked off twice more that night, just thinking about Sarge and all the things he was gonna do to that stud. Mac knew that Sarge was on the road to dick slut-dom, it would just take time.

Mac strode into the precinct headquarters the next Morning like he owned the place. He wasn’t surprised when Sarge called him into his office. Mac’s dick pulsed with excitement.
"Hey Sarge. How’s it hanging, say anytime you wanna come over, maybe tonight even, there’s always…"

"Shut the fuck up Stevens! Now listen to me and listen good! Whatever little perversions you and your ‘crew’ are into I don’t want to hear about it or see it anymore. Understood? Shit, I should have know, you prancing about in that uniform, showin off that little dick to every fag that walks down the street. Maybe the Captain isn’t hip to your little perv antics, but I sure as hell am.
From now on mister you are on a very short leash! One little fuck up and you are back on foot patrol, in the projects! I want you to march down right now to fitting and get a regulation uniform, got that? And while you’re there get fit for a Santa Claus outfit, that’s right Stevens, this year you pull Precinct Santa duty. I bet you’re little perverted mind will explode trying to stay away from those kids. And the moment you even look at one funny I’ll have your ass up on pedo charges. Now get out!"
 

Mac stood out in the hallway in disbelief. He couldn’t figure what made him madder, having to pull Santa duty, being forced to loose his uniform or the threat of loosing his cycle. In the end he decided it was Sarge’s "little dick" comment that got to him. He was now more determined that ever to take down Sargent Strait.

Later on Mac was talking with al and Frank in the locker room.
"Fuck you Mac, I can’t believe this shit. You know Sarge has got us on vice now? And we didn’t even do fuck. The bastard is out to get all of us. Pretty soon he’ll have me pullin whore duty. You know those guys in vice."

"Keep your panties on woman. Jeeze, we just gotta have a plan." Mac retorted.
"Fuck that Mac, we had  a plan and it sucked. I say we all lie low until this blows over."

"The only thing that’s gonna be blown is Sarge on my dick."
Al looked over at Frank, who just shook his head.

Mac reported down at the supply room to be fitted with a new uniform. Mac should have been happy to see Mark, the supply captain, and an every ready dick slut. Mac should have gotten off hard when Mark, in the process of "measuring" Mac slipped the motor cop’s stiff dick into his mouth and began to suck a load of cop cream out of the stud. But Mac ‘ mind was hardly there, even when his dick gave up a huge load into Mark’s mouth. Mac was pissed a s hell that he had to wear  a regulation uniform that practically hung from his body like drapes.

"Jeeze Mark, can’t ya  tighten up the crotch a little even?"
"No way Mac, Sarge says he’ll fire my ass if I do anything more to your uniform that sew on your name plate."

"But the damn thing doesn’t even fit. Can’t I go down a size or something."
"Sorry Mac."

Mac’s mood was dark for the rest of the week. Despite an influx of studs looking to try out for the local football franchise, despite  anew shipment of fresh, raw Marine recruits, despite the Masters Wrestling tournament being held in town, all of  this failed to lift Mac’s dark mood (although one can not say the same thing for Mac’s ever needy cock).

Luckily things took a pleasant turn one day on a routine bust.
 

Part Four

Mac was down near the dock on patrol. He was looking for cunt, not to fuck but to arrest, when he spotted an old favorite, Jackie. Jackie’s long body, lucious lips and way too short skirts was a favorite among the Johns that went looking for a quick fuck down on the waterfront. Mac pulled his bike up in front of the hooker, who was clearly startled to see him.

"H-hh-hello Officer Stevens."
"Hello Jackie." Mac said getting off his bike and removing his helmet.

"What’s the matter officer, have something hard n sore you need momma to take care of?"
"Not right now Jackie. Hate to do this to ya, but word’s come down I have to get my arrest rate up, gotta run ya in."

Mac was surprise when Jackie’s eyes went wide in fear.
"Come on Jackie, ain’t no thing. I promise you’ll be back out in time for the five o’clock rush hour. I wouldn’t want you to loose business."

"Shit Mac, not now. Don’t do this now."
"What the fuck is up Jackie? What’s in your purse you’re holdin so tight?"

"Come on Mac, be a good boy, pull out that fine piece of meat and let me work my magic."
"Give me the purse Jackie." Mac reached out and took the purse from the streetwalker’s hands. He opened the purse and looked inside.

"Sheeeeet girl, what the fuck you doin this shit for?"
Jackie began to cry. "It ain’t me Mac, my boyfriend told me to carry it for a while, said heat at his place was too hot."

"Yeah, well Sarge has got us all acting like fucking TV cops. Shit Jakcie, that boy is bad news. Not I gotta run you in for possession. What is this, a pound of weed? Fuck Jackie, this is dumb. You could go to jail for years with this much."

"Fuck Mac, you know a girl like me can’t got to no jail. Be nice and let me go, you can even have the stuff. I know you can find a use for that."
"No way Jackie. Too much shit goin on now. I gotta cal this in." Mac went to his radio when he felt Jackie’s hand on his arm.

"Listen Mac, I guess you are for real huh?"
"Sorry Jackie."
"Okay, look. Inside the purse, next to the stuff, a video."

Mac looked in the purse and sure enough saw the video.
"Yeah?"
"Take it Mac, take it in exchange for letting me go."
"Wha the fuck?"

"Trust me Mac. My boy, good for nothing fuck, took it of me and, a.. client.. you know, for protection. I figure this will get me off. Fuck Mac, get you off too!" Jackie cracked a smile.
"If I let you go you gotta promise to dump that weed, right? Tell you boy the cops almost got you and you had to dump and run."

"Sure thing Mac."
"And Jackie, if this turns out to be an episode of Jerry Springer, I will find your ass and drag it personally to the State pen, got it?"

"Don’t worry Mac. I think you’ll like this one a lot."
 

Hours later, after duty, Mac was glued to his TV set as he watched the video Jackie had given him. He could not believe his eyes!

There, captured in loving, if not a little shaky, living color was the Sarge! Sitting in a chair with his police uniform shirt all the way unbuttoned and his police uniforms pants unzipped. His massively fat dick was sticking out and was being worked on. There was Jackie, licking, sucking, generally making Sarge’s dick feel really good. Sarge was moaning and groaning, begging Jackie to suck him off harder.

Mac could not get over what this tape meant. His own cock demanded attention so he fished it out.

Mac pounded his cock hard and harder, watching the screen. He was not just getting off on the video, but he was getting off because he knew. He knew he had Sargent Strait by the balls. The homophobic bastard would beg Mac to fuck his ass day and night now that Mac had this video. Mac’s hand was a blur as his dick discharged the biggest load he’d had in weeks.

Mac was getting off not just because he had a video of Sarge getting  a blow job from a  whore, which was bad enough but understandable, but because he had a video of Sarge getting a blow job form Jackie! That’s right, Jakcie, better know as Jack Wilson to his friends. Sarge was getting blown by a drag queen!
 
 

The next day Mac walked straight into Sarge’s office, interrupting Sarge’s berating of another officer for failing to meet his arrest quota.

"What the fuck Stevens! Don’t you ever bust in here like that!"
"I need to talk to you Sarge. Now!"

"What the hell?! Fine. I will talk to you later Smith, right now I have to fire this ASS!"
Patrolman Smith crept out of the office, giving Mac a look of disbelief as he went by. Mac just winked.

"This is it Stevens, I am going to bust your ass now!"
"Sit down and shut up Sarge."
"What did you Say?"

But Mac was not paying attention; he was busy putting the video into the TV/VCR combo Sarge had in his office for training films.
"This thing work?"

"Stevens you get over here right now!"
"Oh yeah, here we go, power. Now sit back and watch Sarge."

"That fuckin does it. I am calling in the ?" Sarge’s tirade stopped suddenly as the TV screen came to life.

It was quiet, just the sound of Sarge’s moaning from the video tape.
"How the fuck… what the hell…" Sarge was speechless, but suddenly he snapped back.
"Shit Stevens, is that the best you can do? Let me tell you something boy, I show tapes like this to my wife to get her in the mood!"

Talk about pervs, Mac thought to himself. But out loud he just asked.
"How long did you know Jakcie?"

"Who? You mean the whore? How long did I know her? What is this, a social tea? I didn’t know her. I heard she gave good head, saw her on the street on day and went back to her place."
"How was she."

"Damn good Stevens. You should get a cunt that good on your sorry ass prick."
"So you knew she was actually a he then?"

Sarge’s mouth opened but refused to work. He looked back at the TV
"That’s right Sarge. Everyone in town knows Jackie’s got a little something extra than most whores. Whoever told you about her was pulling you on. Ain’t no one but pervs and tourist fuck with her."

"But… but…Frank… he said… that Bastard!" Sarge leapt from behind his desk and went for the VCR. Mac side stepped out of the charging bull’s way and watched him yank the tape form the Machine. Sarge quickly pulled the tape out of the cassette, unspooling it all over the floor.

"There! Fuck you Stevens, there ain’t no tape, you’re fired and that is that!"
"No Sarge," Mac said, coming up close, "Fuck you! You think I’d come in here with the only copy? I got several, stashed in good spots. Anything happens to me at least one will get mailed to the local TV station, and one to your house. No Sarge, it is your ass that is grass! Your ass is now mine? Understand?"

"Fuck you Stevens" came the small answer form the large senior officer. Mac came closer, almost belly to belly, pec to pec with the trembling muscle stud. Sarge took a step back, Mac came closer. Sarge stepped back again until he felt his desk behind him. Mac leaned in as Sarge tried to lean back and avoid Mac’s face in his.

"If you think I’m perverted you ain’t seen nothing yet. By the time I’m done with you you’ll be a walking cum dump. You’ll make Jakcie look like god damn mother Teresa."
Macs hand went up to touch Sarge’s left tit, making the rest of Sarge tremble. Mac let his other hand go down to the bull’s crotch, and top button of his pants. Sarge’s hand went down to block Mac’s move.

"Uh-uh-uhhh Fucker. Hands on the desk, that’s right, and keep them there, unless you want me to cuff em?"
Mac’s hand undid the top button and then went for the zipper. Soon the fat bulge of Sarge’s dick, wrapped tightly in white cotton briefs, came into view. Meanwhile Mac’s other hand had worked the muscle bull’s shirt open a button, and was feeling the hairy chest underneath.

"Gonna make you beg for it fuck dick." Mac’s hand fumbled with Sarge’s briefs, but soon the fat straight guy sausage flopped free and into the air. The dick wasn’t hard like the last time Mac saw it, but he knew how to get it hard.

Mac reached up with his other hand and pulled Sarge close to his face.
"Now play nice Sarge or it’ll get real ugly." Mac pulled the 40 year old homophobe to his mouth and kissed him. At first on the lips, but soon Mac jabbed his tongue into the clenched teeth of the resisting stud. Mac didn’t like that at all, so he grabbed the fat cock and balls and gave me a good hard squeeze. Sarge gasped, and next time Mac’s tongue went in Sarge’s mouth was open.

Meanwhile Mac began to stroke the fat dick and let his other hand go back down to play with Sarge’s tits.
Sarge’s tits had to be a weak spot. He grunted everytime Mac rubbed the stubbly little eraser tips. And when Mac pinched one Sarge actually let out a yelp.

"Careful now stud, don’t want people to come running in thinkin you’ve hurt yourself!"
Mac soon found that everytime he pinched Sarge’s tits the bastards cock plumped a up a little. He worked the tits until Sarge’s fat cock was rock hard.
Mac never stopped trading spit with the fucker either. Pretty soon Sarge’s breathing was erratic, as he tried to catch his breath by only breathing through the nose. Mac let up on the kissing and Sarge gasped in mouthfuls of air.

"Shit…fuck…Stevens…stop." Mac Smacked Sarge across the cheek.
"My name is Sir, got that punk?"
Sarge look wide eyed at Mac, and was going to say something, but a pinch to his right tit changed his mind.

"Yes… Sir." Fuck did Mac’s dick jump when he heard that. Truth is Sarge was enjoying the fuck out of this, if his rock hard dick was any indication. Everytime Mac rubbed the guy’s tits he moaned softly.

"Ungh…shit… Steve-…Sir. I , ungh, fuck, gotta come. You gotta stop this…please…Sir. I’m gonna come, I can’t, I ain’t…"
"You ain’t what fuck? A Fag? Well maybe not, not now. But you soon will be. I gave you a chance; we could have been good fuck buddies, getting each other off when things got slow. But now, you had to fuck it up by getting all fag fearin. Fuck you Sarge!"
Mac’s hand increased the pace as his other hand began twisting Sarge’s tits, first the left, then the right, and back again."

"Ohhh shit….fuck…can’t,….fuck…help..."
"Beg for it fucker."
"I… can’t…"
"Beg for release fucker. You never felt this good huh? This dirty? We’re in your office; you’re in your office, getting stroked off by a fellow officer. Feel’s good huh?"

"Oh fuck.. sir. Please get me off."
"If I do you owe me punk, right?"
Sarge opened his eyes and looked at Mac. Mac Stopped his jacking.

"Right?"
"Oh God yes Stevens, just stroke me off fucker!"
"You’ll pay for that, but I guess you’re just learning!"

Mac’s hand began to move faster as he leaned in a kissed Sarge again, his free hand working Sarge’s tits like he was milking a cow.
"Oh God… I can’t hold it any longer."

"That’s it pig, give it up for daddy, spill that dick seed. Just remember when you do, I own you then. You’re need to get off will ruin you fucker, just think about that!"
"UGNH!" Sarge’s fat bazooka recoiled as it let forth volley after volley of straight man spume, his face a mask of agony as his balls pumped double time to get as much sweet cop seed out as possible.

Afterwards, with Sarge breathing heavily and his fat dick going slightly soft, Mac leaned into the stud’s face again.
"Okay fuck, that was good, but now comes part two of today’s lesson."
"Come on Stevens… I mean Sir."

Mac smacked Sarge’s hand away as Sarge tried to stuff his cock back into his pants.
"Cock out pig! Now, get down on your knees fuck."
"Oh man Stevens… now this is too much. A little jerkin off is fine, but I ain’t no cock sucker!"

"Not yet fuck, not yet. Now get down on your knees or I call up the paper and tell em where to get that video!"
Sarge reluctantly sank down to his knees.

"Now pig, I just got you off pretty good. Huh?"
"Yes sir."
"Now think about it pig, did I or didn’t I?"

"Yes Sir!"
"your fat piece of pork gave up quarts of cream didn’t it?"
"YES SIR!"

"Good, so now I get to get off too."
"Can’t I just jack you? …Sir?"
"Naw Sarge, you’re in pig training. You gotta put that mouth of yours to work. Now unzip me out of these stupid ass pants you made me wear."

Sarge tentatively reached up, closed his eyes, and then pulled the zipper down.
"It ain’t gonna hurt you, yet, Sarge. Just take it out and look at it. Ohhhh yeah, that’s it. See, no pansy ass underwear for this stud. Mmmmm yeah! Look at that hard fucker Sarge, LOOK AT IT!"

Sarge's eyes flew open.
"Yeah fucker. See how BIG this thing is?"
"yes."

"What was that fucker?"
"Yes! It’s big!"
"Good, now lick the tip."

"It’s got pre cum drippin down it, I---"
"Don’t make me loose patience Sarge. Lick it!"

Sarge leaned into Mac’s crotch and slowly stuck his tongue out until the tip touched the throbbing tip of Mac’s super dick. Mac let out a long sigh as he felt the wet flesh lick his member.

"Fuck Sarge, this is good. Real good. Gonna make you enjoy this too. Now be good to daddy and put the tip of that fat fucker in your sweet mouth."

Sarge opened his mouth to protest but Mac just used that as an excuse to shove his ripe cop cock into the man’s mouth. Sarge sputtered as the fleshy invader made its way in. He tried to push himself off Mac’s impaling dick.

"Uh-uh pig, don’t piss me off! Start suckin stud."
Sarge looked up with questioning eyes.

"Shit fucker, ain’t your wife ever give you head? Suck, like your suckin on a lollipop."
Sarge started sucking, pretty badly.

"Shit fucker, you are a straight boy ain’t cha. Ouch, no teeth fucker!" But Mac didn’t care, his dick may have had better blow jobs but none that turned him on more. Everytime he looked down and saw that big muscular man down on his knees giving Mac’s cock a tongue bath, well, it made Mac’s dick jump for joy.

"How does it feel Sarge? How does it feel to be made another man’s dick pig? Hmmm? Turn you on fucker? Does it make you hard? Does it make your dick get hard even though you know its wrong? Its wrong for a big man like you to be someone else’s dick licker but sure does feel good doesn’t it? That’s the power of one guy over another, to make him feel like shit, like scum, and that feeling turns him on. All guys deep down inside have a need to be dominated Sarge, to be used, fucked, whored and thrown away. Makes em feel real."

"Ohhhh yeah, that’s it fucker, take it nice and slow. I ain’t gonna choke you with it, this time! Like the taste of that pre cum fucker? Oh yeah, Daddy’s a leaky bastard ain’t he?"
Mac put his hand on the back of Sarge’s buzz cut head had slowly forced a little bit more of his dick into the apt pupil. Even though Sarge couldn’t take much more, it was more than enough for Mac. He could feel his balls start to boil.

"Yeah Sarge, gonna make you a real good slut. You’ll be able to swallow any dick that comes along after me and the boys are done with ya! Shit fucker, you give lousy head, but I’m so horned up I’m gonna cum anyway. Uh-uh, don’t you go no where, you’re gonna get a mouth full of real man seed. Hang on pig! UNNNNNNNgggggghhhh!"
Mac’s hips bucked as he let loose volley after volley of sperm, his dick flopping out of Sarge’s mouth and spraying man seed all over the kneeling police boss. Globs of the stuff landed on Sarge’s cheeks and lips and all across the chest of his uniform.
Later, after Mac had made the humble pig lick his dick off and wipe his face with his uniform shirt, Mac was sitting in Sarge’s desk seat.
"Now listen up Sarge, this is how its gonna be. You’re still the guy in charge, but I want some changes outta ya, understand?"

"Okay…sir, like what" Sarge was still on his knees, his shirt open to reveal his hairy sweaty chest and his uniform pants unzipped with his big half hard cock flopped out. Mac had made his display his cop cock after he saw a huge lump at the end of the blow job. Turns out the "straight boy" had been turned on by the whole thing just as Mac predicted.
"Start off by bein nice to people. Shit Sarge’ we’re all doing our job around here, give us a break for a second. Two, I want you to go down right now to supplies and pick up your new uniform from Michael. Nothing to radical, just a little nip and tuck here and there, to better show off that bid of yours and your ol’ horse dick. Now, grab yer dick pig and jack off for daddy."

"What?"
"Pump out  a load boy, shit yer hard as nails now, so start pumping that fat dick of your. I wanna see you come."

"Okay Sir."
"And talk me through it boy, tell me why you’re hard?"
"Why what sir?"
"Hard boy, hard, tell me how it was to have my dick shoved in your mouth."
"It was…okay…sir"

"Not what your dick is sayin boy!"
"Good, I mean, good, fuck Mac… I mean sir… it made me hotter than hell. I dunno.."
"What Sarge, what don’t you know?"

"I mean, maybe, I could be, you know?"
"A dick suckin fag?"
"I wouldn’t say-"

"Fuck Sarge, don’t worry so damn  much. Now get to work!"
Sarge went back to pulling his pud. Mac just looked at the sight of his boss down there on his knees jacking his dick off, telling him how much Mac turned him on. This was gonna be good, real good!

Part five

Since it was a Friday night and Mac had nothing better to do he thought he’d stop back by his old buddy Bob’s place, you know, the married guy who had been caught screwing around with college girls. Mac put on a clean scoop neck t shirt and his best pair of blue jean shorts, the kind with a button fly (top two button undone of course) and a crotch so worn through that it was pretty obvious Mac had a half hard prick in there. Mac came up the back way, near the kitchen and knocked on the door. He could see Bob inside, sitting around the kitchen table with three other men, all had cards in front of them and plenty of empty bottles. Mac’s dick gave a little burp of pre cum.
"Hey Bob!"

Bob’s face drained of all color. He knew just by the voice who it was. He jumped up and ran to the back door and put his foot at the base of the opening door, eager to stop Mac from actually entering. But Mac simply used his brute strength and pushed the door wide open.

"Hey Bob! Poker night and you didn’t tell me! Is that any way to treat your best bud?"
The other three men in the room looked at Mac with some confusion. They had never seen him before, so how could he be Bob’s best bud?

Bob meanwhile started babble. "Well Mac here isn’t really a bud, just more of someone I know and he really was just leaving anyway I mean we’re in the middle of a game Mac right?"

Mac just stood there, his arms crossed over his massive daddy cop chest, his dick plainly hard and visible in his frayed jean shorts.
"Now Bob you little dick slut, is that anyway to talk to me?"

"Jesus Christ Mac, not now1" Bob said in a low voice, his face bright red.
Suddenly Mac’s hand shot out, delivering a sucker punch to Bob’s mid section. Bob doubled over, coughing, trying to get air. Mac pulled him up by his hair.
"Look fucker, don’t you ever do that again!"

By this time Bob’s three friends had jumped up to help their buddy but Mac just put up his other hand and in his best cop voice said.
"Sit back down fella’s. No reason to get worked up here. Let me deal with this prick. Bob here owes me for, um, some…indiscretions. He owes me big time, don’t you Bob?"
Bob just wheezed, trying to catch his breath. Mac smacked him across the face.
"Don’t you Bob! Answer me faggot!"

Bob’s mind was in a million different directions. Not this, not now. Not in front of his best friends. He knew deep down inside that this was only going to get worse. Maybe if he was nice to Mac…

"Yes sir" came the weak reply.
Mac noticed that the other three had sat back down. One, the biggest, with a nice set of workingman’s muscles was even adjusting the crotch of his jeans.

"See fella’s, this cock here is being trained by myself as a public duty. To get his mind off raping little girls and onto sucking real men’s dicks."
"Fuckin-a" came the amazed comment from the big guy.

"What’s your name mister?" Mac said looking directly at him.
"Uh, me? Um Joe, uh sir."
"Cut the sir crap bud. Now if you and yer buds are up for it you can watch me give Bob here a little training. Right Bob."

"Please… sir, don’t-"
"Don’t what Bob, you tellin me what to do? Hmmm?" Mac’s face was right up in Bob’s face. Bob’s lower lip began to tremble.

"No… sir, no, it’s just that-"
"Just that what slut? Tell Daddy what a little boy like you doesn’t like about me bein here!?"

"Later, when they are gone" Bob whispered, trying not to let his buds hear.
"Later!" Mac bellowed "You mean when your buds are gone!? Fuck that cunt, let them watch. Heck , maybe even join. Seems like Joe’s got a big fat one already, ain’t cha Joe?"
Joe’s’ face went red but he didn’t say anything. Bob’s whole body started to tremble.
"Shit Bob, don’t be such a pansy" Joe finally said. "Take it like a man, you did the crime now do the time or whatever."

"Right boy, listen to yer buds. Ain’t I doing you a  favor after all?"
"Right Bob, you stuck up asshole. I always knew you were  a perv. This is gonna be good, right Joe?"
"Right Mark."

"Well Bob, seems like your buds are with me on this one. Guess you shouldn’t work so hard to piss people off, more suckin dick should help endear you to your buds, right guys?"
"Fuck yeah!"

Joe already had his stiffening dick fished out of his jeans. Mac saw that Joe had a good-sized man driller. Joe’s whole body was big and beefy in fact, just the way Mac liked em.
"Say Joe, maybe when I’m done with Bob here I’ll take you for a quick spin."
"Fuck mister, no way. You must be into fuckin dead people to think that, ‘cause the only way you’ll have this ass is if I’m dead."

Mac gave Joe a big smile and then turned to look at Bob, who was on his knees now, his face level with Mac’s bulging crotch.
"See dick pig, that is how a man talks. Joe ain’t no dicklicker like you."
"But, but, I.. I keep tellin ya Mac… I mean Sir, I am not a fag. In fact-"

"Shut up bitch! You call that incessant whining the same thing as what Joe just said? Shit boy.."
The men all laughed at Bob as he vainly tried to convince them that he was not  a dick pig.
"But guys! He is making me, he’s forcing me. I don’t even get hard!"

"Fuck Bob, if yer not a dick pig why don’t you just get up and make a run for it?" taunted Joe.
Bob looked up for a second and then bolted upright, making a run for the back door. With almost supernatural ease Joe jumped out of his seat and grabbed Bob by his collar, yanking the startled man back from the doorway.

"Not so fast fucker!" Joe grabbed Bob’s arms with his own massive workingman’s arms.
"What the fuck Joe, why are you doing this? You just told me to go? Why?"
Joe grabbed Bob’s hand. "Feel this fucker?" Bob’s hand felt Joe’s massive cock in his jeans.
"Yes" came Bob’s small reply.

"I need to get off hard tonight and your friend here has got me goin in a big way. I ain’t gonna be happy until I blast  a huge load in one of yer holes. You little fuck!"
Joe threw Bob back to Mac. Who had been standing there the whole time with a huge grin and bulge.

"Thanks Joe. I like a man who thinks like you. Too bad you aren’t open to some good time buddy fuckin."
"Shit mister, I ain’t, but I tell you what. I’ll wrassle your ass to submission if ya want!"
"Sure thing bud, loser has to get chained up at the Tight Fist bar all night on biker night, all holes open to all comers."

"Trying to scare me mister, sheet. I’ll take it o, it will be nice to see you chained up, naked and ready to fuck."

"You’re on bud. Trouble is we need a referee for the match. How about Bob?"
Jack looked at Bob, on his knees, trembling, biting his lower lips to keep from bawling.
"Sure thing buddy. Bob can referee us. Yeah! And say Bob, you know if I don’t win that match I’ll take you down to the plant and tie you up on the shop floor and let the guys use you are a urinal all day long for the next week, got it?"

"Pay no mind to him Bob. It I don’t win I will tie your ass down to t chair and feed you crack cocaine until you are hooked. Then I’ll turn you out on the streets dressed just in leather shorts and make you whore yourself out to get your fix."
Bob’s eyes were wide. "You’d never, you can’t… you couldn’t…"

SMACK!
"Shut up fag hole, you’re big mouth is what got you here anyway. Why do you think I came over tonight anyway? Hmmm?"

"I…I..d-d-ddon’t know…Sir!"
"Cause your faggy little ass went down to the station and filed a report on me! Yeah, I found out asshole! Luckily I was able to ‘miss-file’ the form before anyone important saw it. Stupid fucker, I told you not to cross me."

"but-!"
"Shut Up! Mouth on my dick mound fag!" Mac shoved the man’s head into his jean-covered crotch.

"Now Joe and Mark, I see you two got good pieces of pipe. I gonna plug this worthless piece of ass while you two take turns face fucking the bastard. Now what about you buddy?" Mac looked at the fourth man, until now silent. Sam was a tall man, on the skinny side, but mean as hell looking. He just smiled, stood up and unzipped his jeans.
The longest cock Mac ever saw flopped out. Over a foot long, it was, like it’s owner, a skinny dick, but long and hard. Mac gave a low whistle.

"Fuck buddy, I guess you get sloppy seconds with that man ripper."
Sam just smiled and nodded, his hand gently stroking his rock hard dick. All three of Bob’s poker buddies were now stroking in anticipation of the night’s new plans.

"Now get up pig. Put your head down on that table, ass out." Bob quickly did as he was told, causing the men to laugh. Mac then took his big bear claw of a hand and smacked the hell out of Bob’s upturned ass.

SMACK!
"Ouch!"
"Shut up Pig!"
SMACK!
"Ungh!"
"I said SHUT UP!"
SMACK
Whimper
SMACK!
No sound.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

Mac’s dick gave a little burp every time he smacked Bobs’ up turned ass. He was about the go in for the kill again when Joe interrupted him.
"Uh, not to be picky bud, but wouldn’t it be better if ya took his pants off and got down to some bare skin?"

Bob glared at Joe.
"Damn Joe, you are correct bud. Shuck them sweats Bobby. Daddy needs to feel your pink ass directly."

Bob slowly puled is pants down over his already sore ass.
"Now I have to start all over."

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
By the time Mac started to feel his won hand sting Bob was sobbing like a baby, begging Mac to stop. All of Mac’s bluster and shouting to shut the hell up! Couldn’t stop him from babbling. Mac stopped and rubbed his now achingly hard dick.

"Fuck boys, what do you say, time to put this pig on the spit?"
"FUCK YEAH!" came the reply form all three.

"Anybody got any rope? I think we oughta tie this fucking pig down right." Mac asked.
"I got some in my truck" Mark Volunteered.

While Mark went out to get the rope Mac pushed Bob back down on his knees and fished out his cock from his jean shorts.

"Here fucker, get this nice n wet for your hole."
Joe gave a low whistle.
"Nice piece bud. Bet that fucker hurts when it rams home, huh Bob?"
Bob turned to look at Joe but Mac grabbed the man’s head.
"Just suck pig!"

Bob’s less than eager mouth went over Mac’s rock hard shaft, encasing the prick tip with a wet pair of lips. Mac let out a long sigh.

"Oh yeaaaaaaah pig. Get your mouth working. How does it feel to be such a slut pig huh? Here in front of yer buds from work? Bein’ forced to do things most chicks wouldn’t even do."

Mark had come back with the rope, which Mac and Joe used to tied Bob down on the kitchen table, ass up, legs trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Bob’s head (and mouth) were hanging off one end and his ass waited at the other end of the table.
"There!" Mac exclaimed when they were down, "Yer all set up nice like for a long evening of fucking!" Bob said nothing, his face a mask of fear and anticipation.
"Joe why don’t you do the honors of startin on this fucker. Slip that fat man cock of yours into this pussy’s mouth?"

"Sure thing Mac. Want this Bob? Hmm? Ask for it fucker!"
Bob looked up at Joe with a look of incredulity.
"Wha…Joe why are you doing this?"

SMACK! Joe’s hand landed on Bob’s cheek.
"You stuck up college educated fuck! Beg me for my dick, you know your pansy little ass wants it!"
"But…"

"Look asshole, if you want your nuts intact by the end of the night listen to your buddy" came the ominous warning from the twisted police officer now standing behind Bob.
Bob closed his eyes.

"Please let me suck you" he said in a quiet voice.
SMACK!
"What the hell was that fucker? Beg for it, loud, and beg me, say my name fucker!"
"Please…Joe…can I suck… your…dick!" came the much louder reply.
"Louder!"
"Please Joe, I gotta suck that dick of yours!"
"LOUDER!"

"PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK JOE!"
"All ya had to do is ask!" Joe said, that got a laugh from the three other men.
Joe plopped his meaty dick into Bob’s mouth, forcing it all directly down the trussed up man’s throat. Bob began to sputter and make choking sounds.
"I forgot to tell ya Joe, he’s a terrible cocksucker."

"Don’t matter none to me, he just better learn pretty quick cause this dick ain’t comin back out."
Bob was obviously trying to get used to the man’s over sized dick, choking, sputtering, and generally trying not to choke to death on the fucker’s pussy driller.

"Here Joe, I’ll take his mind of his troubles." Mac took his spit-slicked cock, always hard of course, and placed it at the entrance to Bob’s ass. Since Bob’s legs were ties up behind him, the winking asshole was in plain site, a perfect target for Mac’s more than ready boy punished.

"Here it comes fucker!" Mac guided his fat dick into the man’s hole with his fingers, shoving the ramrod straight up in one stroke. Bob let out a tremendous muffled scream. Joe moaned.

"Oh fuck, that’s hot! Make him scream some more Mac!"
"Yeah, cool ain’t it!"
"Oh yeah, Mark, Sam, you gotta feel this."

"Wonder what he sayin’?" Mark asked.
"Who the fuck cares, this feels so good on my dick, how you doin’ mister?"
"Fuckin lovin it, as always" bellowed Mac, his hips thrusting his rock hard pig spear in and out of trussed up Bob’s ever resisting ass. "Nothing like some straight boy cunt to get my dick feelin like it should. You ever fucked a male cunt Joe?"

"No Sir, but from the look on yer face I just might have to."
"Sure thing bud, as soon as I’m done dumpin my load into pig cunt you can give it  a shot. I think he likes that idea Joe!"

"Well, he sure is screamin about sumthin alright. Fuck man, his mouth feels good on my dick, but I’m gonna blow if I’m not careful, and I want to save my seed for his ass. Mark, get yer dick in this mouth. I betcha come in about two minutes the way he’s suckin." Joe pulled his man sized horse prong out of Bob’s mouth. A volley of cursing and begging came screaming out after it.

"Fuck you guys, please stop! I can’t take it anymore, shit, fuckers! I’ gonna kill you all, just don’t force me---"

Mark’s fair sized pig poker muffled the rest of Bob’s diatribe.
"Ahhh yeah fucker, that is good Joe." Mark sighed as he began to face fuck the trussed up manager  in earnest.

"No offense Joe, but I hope you loose that wrasslin match, I sure could use this dick pig a couple of times a day on the factory floor. My nuts need to be drained all the time and Cindy is getting tired of me fuckin her so hard."

"Well buddy, you should go out and get you some pig cunt of yer own then." Mac helpfully interjected.
"I ain’t no fag mister."
"Sure Mark, no problem. Ain't Tallinn about that, just some good ol fashioned dick suckin., Lots of guys get off on it."

"Well not me buddy" Mark shot back ,thrusting his hard dripping dick all the way down Bob’s throat. Mac just smiled. He’d deal with that closet case while Joe was fucking the pig. Meanwhile Mac’s dick had been working steadily like the good solider it was, plowing the trussed up pig’s ass over and over until the steady rhythm began to make Macs balls boil over. A Rough hard fuck like this always made Mac’s trigger a little easier to pull, and tonight was no exception. With a mighty grunt Mac’s police baton dick let forth with a volley of cop cum right up Bob’s ass. With every shot of stud sperm Mac’s dick buried itself deeper and deeper into the pigs ass, until finally Mac felt as if his cock would pop out of Bob’s mouth.

"Unnnnnngggghhhh FUCKER!" Mac groaned as his balls contracted again and again, giving up rich, creamy man sperm.
"Shit mister," Joe was watching Mac’s maneuvers from the back, "You must be cumming bucket loads cause it is already leaking out of the asshole’s cunt!"
"Just lubbin her up for ya Joe. You got your fuck stick nice n hard?"

"Damn straight man."
"Oh Man! OHHHH! UNGGGH!!!" Mark screamed in pleasure as his dick suddenly gave up it’s own load right into Bobs mouth. Joe and Mac laughed as the grimace on Mark’s face as his dick struggle to pump the massive amount of sperm out fast enough.
"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck pig. I ain’t never come like that!"

"Told ya!" Joe said. Mac smiled, pulling his still hard dick out of Bob’s raw ass.
‘Shit mister, you’re still hard!" Mark notice, wiping off his own softening dick.
"I ain’t done yet buddy, not by a long shot!"

"Ungh! Take it OUT!" Mac and Mark both turned around in time to see a look of pure terror cross Bob’s face as Joe slammed his rock hard cock home.
"Sam! Quick, fill that hole!" Mac yelled, as if ordering about soldiers on a battlefield.
Sam complied, quickly, letting his long thin snake act as a pacifier as Joe ripped Bob’s shit shute up even more than Mac had.

Mac meanwhile turned his attention to Mark. "So bud, you ain’t never sucked cock before?"
"Huh? No way man." Mark laughed, nervously as he watched Mac plaming his still hard dick in his hands. Mark’s own dick , so hard minutes before, was soft now.
"Well Bud, ain’t no time like the present to begin!"

"What? Huh? I ain’t no cock sucker!"
"Down on yer knees punk. You know you want it!"
Mark’s eyes got wide, but he didn’t move. " I ain’t gonna suck that," he said in a small voice. He was suddenly aware that Joe and Sam had both turned to look at him, even bob stopped his constant screaming to glance up at Mark. Mac’s dick bounced up and down on his palm as he slowly beat it with his hand. It was as if he was hypnotizing Mark with his massive member.

"Don’t be a girl Mark, just go down there and suck me a little. It’s just us guys. Come on buddy, yeah, that’s it, gotta slide down on the floor first, slowly. Yeah, get so you can see it up close fucker. Like that? Big, ain’t it? Kinda like a snake, except this one won’t bite. Lean in closer, yeah, just like that. Put your lips on it, just this once, give it  a taste. Mmmmm yeah, Daddy likes that. Now open your mouth. Open it! That’s my boy, oh yeah, Daddy likes straight sluts, hmmmm yeah. Give it a little suck, come on, you know you can. Suck in, suck it, suck on it, hhhhhhmmmm yeeeeaaahhh."

Mark knew he shouldn’t be doing this, he didn’t understand why he was. He saw out of the corner of his eyes his co-workers looking at him, at first with looks of surprise, but soon with looks of lust. He knew this was going to change his whole life. He knew that the guys would tell the other men at the plant and that he would be used over and over again by those thugs, those big dicked cruel thugs, all of whom had massive balls that needed unloading two, three, four times a day. But Mark couldn’t help it. Maybe it was Mac, his voice, his direct commands. Mark wanted to follow Mac’s directions. He wanted to please Mac. After all those years of telling women how to please him, Mark suddenly felt what it was like to be commanded himself. And he liked it. His dick was getting hard again, he couldn’t help it. Still, he couldn’t do this. He began to back off of Mac’s big dick.

Suddenly he felt Mac’s hand on the back of his head pushing him forward, and Mac’s fingers close his nose off so he had to open his mouth, which only allowed Mac room to shove his dick home.

"Uh-Uh! No you don’t bud, you ain’t goin no where!" Mac leaned down to Mark’s head. "No be a good boy and suck Daddy's dick. I feel any teeth and so help me I will knock em all out, understood?" Mark looked up, looked up for the first time at the man standing above him. The very handsome, big, muscular, macho MAN! He nodded yes as he redoubled his efforts.

Mac gave a big laugh as he felt the newly born cock sucker go to work on his joint. He looked at Joe and Sam, both of whom had a look of puzzlement on their faces. They briefly mad eye contact and then, heads down, went back to work on Bob.
"Hey fellas, watcha worried about? Think Mac’s gonna turn all of you out tonight? I could do that, yup. But I ain’t. Don’t worry Joe, Sam, just keep fuckin that pig while I feed my new puppy boy!"
 
 

As the night wore on Mac shot off several more loads, into both bob and Mark. He made Joe and Sam both swear to keep what they knew about Mark to themselves, or he would personally fuck them on the factory floor during lunch, he told them. Meanwhile he and Joe both agreed to meet the next night for the wrasslin match. Bob would referee. The four of them left Bob tied up to the kitchen table, despite please from him to untie him before his wife got home.

Mac just laughed. "Look dick slut ,face facts, she’s gonna find out sooner or later. What better way than to find her hubby all trussed up, covered in sperm, on her kitchen table! See ya tomorrow night fucker!"

Except Mac never did. The next day at work he got a call from Joe, who was wondering why Bob didn’t come into work. A little detective work and Mac soon found out what had happened. Somehow the dicked over wimp had gotten loose and had quickly thrown a suitcase together and gotten the hell out of town. Mac could track him down, and did, finding out he had checked into a motel about three hours away at 6 in the morning. But Mac let him go. He figured the guy had learned his lesson. Anyway Mac had bigger, more exciting game in his sights. He rubbed his dick while toolin down the road on his motor-cop cycle, thinking about that fine ass on Sgt. Strait.

Next time: Part Six- Spread Eagle Sargent

Mac thought that Sarge looked good in his new uniform, even if Sarge didn’t. Mac passed Sarge in the hall and gave a low whistle.

"Cut it the fuck out Stevens. Someone might hear you!"

"Sure do look purty in that uniform mister policeman" Mac smiled at Sarge, whose roughly muscled body did look good. Mac had made Sarge wear the new uniform, it wasn’t obscene, but it was a little bit tighter than what Sarge normally wore. When Sarge walked the pants were just tight enough to show off his firmly sculptured ass muscles underneath the khaki. And the shirt was just tight enough to let some of the bulges on Sarges arms and chest show through.  But best of all was the bulge in the mans crotch. Sarge had to be careful not to throw a chubby or his enormous dick would be clearly visible. Already the bulge was big enough. If he didn’t fuck his wife at least twice in the morning he found his cop-dick getting half-hard all day long. But what really worried him was that when he saw Mac n the hall and heard the man’s deep voice his dick went from half hard to rock hard in seconds flat.

"Jeeze mister cop, looks like ya stuck yer billy club down your pants."
"Shit Stevens, cant help it. Damn pants are too tight, the material rubs against my dick head."

"Try underwear Sarge."
"Ain’t no underwear wearing fag Mac."
"Says you."
Mac turned and left Sarge in the hall, giving the man’s ass a quick smack on the way.

Later that afternoon Sarge got a call to come into the Captain’s office. He was a little nervous, was the Captain going to say something about his uniform? But when he opened the door it wasn’t the captain behind the desk but Mac.
"Stevens, get the fuck out of here, I have to meet the Captain!"

"Keep you panties from bunchin Sarge, I called ya in here. Captain is out at a meeting, at least for about thirty more minutes."

"Make it quick Stevens, I got stuff to do."

"Now boy that ain’t the way to talk to yer daddy!"
Sarge’s head shot up and looked at Mac, about as fast as his dick did.
"That’s better fucker, now I’ll make this as quick as you want it to be. Switch places with me Sarge."
Sarge gave him a look, but went behind the desk. Mac reached out and gave Sarge’s fantastically big package a hearty squeeze as he went by.

"Now stand up straight Sarge, and look at me. Hmmmm yeah, nice!"
"What the fuck is going on Stevens."

Mac gave him a dirty look.
"One more smart aleck remark from your mouth Sarge and I’ll fill it with rock hard beat cop dick, and I don’t mean mine. Get my drift?"

"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Better. Now I was just admiring your form there Sarge, standing behind the Captain’s desk. You know he ain’t getting younger, one day you may fill his shoes. Imagine you standing before some new recruit, tellin him what’s what and all. Man, I bet the guy would just be thinking about how much he’d like to take that fuck stick up his ass."

"That what this is about Mac, you want me to fuck you?"
"Naw Sarge, just putting myself in a young recruits tight pants. Stand up there another minute will ya?"

Mac got up and came around to the back of Sarge, who was standing ramrod straight. His proud chest sticking out, showing off his flat, hard pecs, topped off with those extra sensitive nipples. That jam-packed crotch, not tenting obscenely, the Sarge’s fire plug dick bursting at the tight confines of his polyester police uniform. Mac placed his hand o the tip of Sarge’s dick and lightly ran his finger down the fat shaft, letting the material of the pants amplify Mac’s motions. Sarge’s whole body shook in pure lust.

"Sheeeet Stevens, liable to pop a load if ya keep that up."
"Fuck boy, ain’t that the point? ‘Cept Daddy needs you to hold on for just a moment more."

Mac let his beefy bear-cop hand falls on Sarge’s rock hard muscle cop ass. He started to massage the round two muscles that Sarge had spent so many hours in the gym defining.

"How about you shuck off those pants for me mister."
"Right here Stevens…I mean Sir? In the Captain’s office? What if he walks in?"

"He’s gone to a meeting, won’t be back for 25 minutes, but every second you keep yabering he’s liable to walk in right on us."
Sarge let out a small sigh and unbuttoned his uniform pants. He wasn’t sure about this, but he did need to get off hard, and it would feel good to let his trapped dick out to breath. Against his better judgement he unzipped his fly and shoved his pans down, letting his massive dick spring up, spewing pre cum across the Captain’s desk.

"Careful there Sarge, don’t want to get Captain’s desk messy huh?"
"Shit Stevens, we gotta move then. This fuck tool is dripping hard, likely to spew all over his papers. Come on." Mac put a hand on Sarge’s shoulder.

"Not so fast boy. I want to do this right here. Right now." Sarge looked at Mac directly, but realized Mac was set. So Sarge began to bend down to put his face level with Mac’s own bulging basket. Again he felt Mac’s hand on him.

"What the fuck Sarge? Not that ya thick dicked fuck. Stand up. Now listen up fucker, I am only gonna say this once. I want you to bend your ass over the Captain’s desk right now. Every second you waste is gonna mean that the Captain might catch us."

"Doin’ what? Sir…?"
"Jeeee-sus boy! I wanna fuck your tight Sargent ass!" Sarge’s eyes flew open.
"No way Stevens, I don’t mind lickin yer dick, but nobody gets up there!"

"Think about it Sarge, you know I can make you, physically if I have to, but for sure by blackmailing yer cop-cock massagin’ ass. So do now or I’ll jump that fine ass in the locker room during a shift change!"

Again Sarge looked directly at Mac, but he could see it in Mac’s eyes. The stud fuckin cop meant business. He slowly turned around and put his hands, palm down, on the Captain’s paper covered desk.

"Just be gentle Stevens."
Sarge felt a smack on his ass. "Shit fucker, not time for that! I gotta give it to ya rough n hard, quick n nasty. No time for love making stud!" Sarge groaned. Despite of his fears about getting Mac’s huge police tool rammed up his virgin mancunt his own tool burped precum, letting a drop of the stud’s rich cream fall directly onto a budget report on the Captain’s desk. Of course Sarge didn’t see that, his mind and eyes were on Mac, who was fishing out his hard man fucker out of his own tight breeches.

"Sheeeet Sarge, in for a treat today. I haven’t pumped this puppy since I woke up. Got off a nice big load then, but heck , that was six hours ago. My balls are bursting now. And my cock is hard enough to drive nails in."

"Ain’t you even gonna lube that pole Stevens?"
"Oh yeah." Mac grinned as he let a big ‘ol lob of spit drip down from his lip on to his bouncing red cock head. "Shit Sarge, when you bring over yer boys this weekend  I’ll lube your ass with beer if ya like!"

"Shit Stevens, you ain’t fuckin me in front of my boys!"
"Big talk from a horny fuck. We’ll see. Now let’s test the waters huh?"

Sarge felt Mac’s fuck-you finger gently tap his asshole. A Shiver ran through the over heated Sarge. His shirt, still buttoned, was rubbing his nipples. His underarms were giving off the strong odor of a man turned on, turned way on. Mac’s finger wedged it’s way into the moist inner sanctum of Sarge’s maidenhead.

"Ungh! Tight fucker!"
"Shit man, go slow!"
"Take it like a stud, fuck toy!"
"If you rip somethin up there…"
"Just yer cherry fuck slut."

Mac’s finger was up to the first knuckle. Sarge’s mind was screaming. He wanted Steven’s to go slower, but he also wanted to hurry, least the Captain come in.  Mac wiggled his finger for a moment.

"Shit Stevens, you moving that finger in? Let’s get this over with."
"Hmmm fucker? Okay! You asked for it!"

Mac grabbed the firm head of his mancock and placed it at Sarge’s backdoor.
"Ready for a sweet fuck Sarge."
"Fuck Stevens, just do it! Captain will be back any minute!"
"Hold on to your panties girl, Daddy will fill yer hole in a jiffy!"

It was hard to tell who grunted harder, Mac or Sarge as Mac used all his strength to jack his copdick into his boss. Mac’s leg muscles strained to push his hard babymaker up Sarge’s tight male cunt. Mac grunted, Sarge groaned.

"Sweet Mercy you’re tight! Ungh!"
"Fuck Stevens, rippin me in two! Ungh!"
"Need to loosen ya up baby! Ungh!"
"Shit man, I ain’t never gonna be the same! Ungh!"
"Damn right ‘bout that fucker! Ungh!"

Mac’s cock was almost all the way in. Sarge’s massive bull frame was shaking and sweating.
"Want me to take it out fucker? We can let you rest for a minute."
"Fuck Stevens, no time, just  keep ripping. Ungh!"

Finally Mac felt his pubic hairs resting on Sarge’s tailbone.

"All the way home fucker, how does it feel huh? How does it feel to have my cop dick up your ass in the Captain’s office. Years from now when yer sitting in that chair in here, behind this desk, your dick will get rock hard when it thinks back to this day. The day you were forced to give up your ass to a big dicked stud. Can’t help yourself can you buddy huh? Damn you feel tight, gonna fuck you now boy!"

Sarge didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. The pain in his rear was taking all of his strength to overcome. His mouth hung open, drool hanging out of it, threatening to spill onto the desk. But Sarge didn’t care, all he had on his mind was Mac’s massive daddy dong ripping through his cunt.

Mac grabbed Sarge ‘s shoulders to gain leverage and then began to slowly pump his dick in and out of Sarge’s hole.

"Shit fucker, feels good, feels so good. Might want to make this fuck last!"
"Fuck you Stevens, hurry up and fuck me! Ain’t got time for love making!"
"Really Sarge, you want Daddy to drill your ass?"

Sarge just grunted.
"What was that boy? Say it- say ‘I want Daddy to drill my ass!"
"Come on Stevens…"
SMACK
"Say it!"
Sarge felt Mac grab his low hanging balls and start to squeeze.
"SAY IT!"
"Ungh! I wannt …Daddy… to drill… UNGH! … my  ass!"
"That’s better fuck slut."

Mac went to town on that man’s poor ass! Ramming his 10-inch man killer home to Sarge’s sweet spot again and again! Sarge felt like he was being ripped in two for a while, but slowly Mac’s relentless pumping began to feel good. Real good.
Sarge let out a moan, sweet music to Mac’s ears.

"That’s right fucker, Daddies dick feels good don’t it?"
"Shit Stevens, damn! Got me fuckin hot!"
"Yeah?"
"Hell yeah! Fuck me fucker! Fuck this cunt HARD!"

Sarge and Mac were locked in male sexual heaven, their sweaty bodies grinding into each other as their minds exploded with lust. Sarge’s mind was being blown by the new feeling of his prostrate being raped by Mac’s heavy artillery. Mac himself was overloading on the massive muscle man trapped beneath his own body, impaled on his daddy dick, giving that tool the massage of a lifetime. Sarge’s ass was milking Mac like a dairy farmer.

Sweat dripped off of Sarge and Mac, hitting the Captain’s papers below. That and the large amount of precum dripping from Sarge’s engorged dick. Every thrust into Sarge’s ass by Mac’s man driller resulted in a burp of precum spilling out of Sarge’s large piss slot on his massive member.

Sarge was shaking with lust, his hands holding up his body over the desk as Mac viciously thrust into it, over and over.

"Fuck Stevens, I’m gonna shoot, yer workin my ass good, so good."
"Don’t touch your dick fucker, I ain’t done yet."
"Fuck bud, no need, my dick is gonna blow all by itself… oh yeah!"
"Fucker!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh!" Sarge’s fuck tool spewed forth load after load of cum, dropping massive amounts of police perm all over the Captain’s desk and even the floor in front of the desk as Sarge’s dick ejected man cream in a massive volley across the room.

Sarge’s ass went spastic, milking Mac’s cock even harder. Mac could not control his over flowing balls any more. Suddenly they also decided to give up a huge amount of sperm, right into Sarge’s ass via Mac’s long love tool. Mac pumped load after load into the man’s hole, introducing the Sarge to his first load of man cream delivered straight into his ass.

Mac collapsed on top of Sarge’s massive back. Sarge himself was lost in a daze, his dick dripping cum still, now directly on the papers. His mind had been blown by the orgasm and the feel of Mac’s prick unloading into his ass. He had been taken, and ridden hard by this stud who now controlled his life.

Mac popped his still hard dick out of the worn man’s ass.

"Well, well, well, fucker, like that?"
"Shit Stevens, I might never recover, but I liked it alright!"

"Well better recover fast fucker. You shot a mess of big boy juice all over the Cap’ns desk. I guess you better get it up before he comes back."
"Shit Stevens! Help me out! What can I use?"

"Dunno bud. Use your tongue."
"What?"
"Lick it up fucker. You haven’t got all day!"

Sarge looked at Mac in disbelief, but slowly in dawned on him that he would have to do ask Mac suggested. Slowly he bent down and began to lick his sperm off the Captain’s desk. Mac stood and watched for a second, tucking his shirt back into his skintight breeches. He smiled at the site of the half naked Sarge, his pants down around his ankle, licking sperm up from his superior officer’s desk.

"Nice picture bud. Well, gotta go. Say hit to the Captain for me!"
"Shit Stevens, I ain’t stayin around for that!"

Mac put his hand on Sarge’s chest.
"No need to be in such a hurry stud. You have time to get the job done before he gets back. Now back to work or pay the consequences."
A dejected Sarge got back to work as Mac left the office.

Halfway down the hall a whistling Mac passed the Captain in the hallway.

"Howdy Mac."
"Hello Sir. How was the meeting?"
"Fine Mac." The Captain stopped beside Mac for a second.
"And Yours?"
"Like clock work Captain. Finest fuck I’ve had in years. He’s all warmed up for ya!"
"She-it Mac, you are one tough stud! Now if you will excuse me I have to go nail some straight ass!"