A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 1
 

From Charles Green’s point of view. 

I sat in the rear of the Court Room waiting for my time before the Judge.  I had been on probation for 5 years after serving 14 months for causing the death of someone as a result of my drunk driving.  I was 22 at the time, had a wife and a child. We lost our house, I lost my wife and child and as terrible as it was it turned my life around.  I am a drunk and yes I attend meetings and will for the rest of my life.  I was a good kid growing up, graduated from high school at 15, a full scholarship to college, and received my degree at 18 in business and in alcohol.   I was the star of my hometown and everyone was so proud of me.  The pressure was unbelievable and I could not stand up to it, so I drank.  On top of being a convicted felon I am also black.  I am 5 foot 10 inches, 160 pounds of pure muscle; I took all of the marshal art classes so that I could defend myself as growing up in South Georgia as an educable black man put me between the uneducated blacks on one side and the ignorant whites on the other.  Few people messed with me.  My name is Charles Green and I am 28.

At any rate I was blind drunk and hit and killed a man, orphaning his children.  I went to prison and the second day a big white guy decided he was going to punk my ass.  I am a good-looking African and some say I am hot.  I am very muscular, light skinned, thin nose and lips.  I am fairly hairy for an African, with hair on my chest, arms and legs. At any rate he wanted a piece of my black ass and mouth to fuck.  He arranged for the two of us to be alone in the showers uninterrupted for 30 minutes.  I beat him to a pulp, took my shower and wandered back to my cell in 15 minutes.  My cellmate was a young white guy, blond, blue eyed with soft pretty skin.  He came on to me but I refused him for about two weeks.  I had never had a homosexual relationship and so I simply beat off.  Finally I let him suck my cock; most black women won’t suck a cock; and the few blow jobs I had experienced weren’t worth a damn.  This kid blew my socks off; my dick is about 81/2 inches long fully hard with a large head; people who had seen my dick said it looked like a mushroom due to the way the flanges stuck out to the sides.  When fully erect and throbbing there is almost an inch from the shaft to the edge of the head.  It is also thick but the same size from the base to the head, about 6 inches of shaft and 2½ more inches of cap.  The first time, he sucked me off, swallowed my nut, and obviously liked the taste, as he climaxed without touching himself; shit just from being allowed to play on my skin flute he came.  Some of his cum ended up on my hand and so I tasted it.  I didn’t tell him but I liked the taste; it was sweet, salty and had a nutty flavor.  For the next several weeks he kept me satisfied 2 or 3 times as day swallowing all I could produce.

His technique in blowing me was incredible and spoiled me.  He would simply unhinge his jaw and swallow me whole.  His teeth never scraped me and I swear that his tongue was double jointed as he could get it into the slit on the head of my cock.  He asked me not to skin back my foreskin when taking a shower as he liked the cheese.  After the first week or so he was working on my cock one evening when he asked me a favor.  He said, “Charles would you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Let me use your hand for a moment.”

“You are not going to get me to play with your cock.”

“That is not what I want to do.  Did you know that a guy has a pussy?  What I want is to put your fingers in my pussy?”

When he was talking he wasn’t pleasuring me and not wanting to carry on a conversation I let him take hold of my hand.  He took it and using the middle finger he inserted it into his ass.  It was warm, soft and well lubricated.  Frankly it felt better than a pussy and when I withdrew my finger and sniffed it, the smell was a whole lot better too.  I discovered later that he had douched himself before starting.  I quickly put it back and played with him; following his lead I found his bump which I then played with allowing him to get off as well.  He finished the blow job and said. “Since you liked my first idea, and you like for me to suck you off first thing in the morning how about letting me sleep with you in your bunk tonight?”

“No way.  The damn thing is hardly big enough for one much less two.”

“Please.  If you aren’t happy I will move during the night and I won’t ask again.”

It seemed like little enough to make him happy and I was used to sleeping with my wife tangled up with me, so I relented and let him in my bunk.  I have always slept in the nude and saw no reason to change now.  He climbed into my bunk and slid all the way over to the wall lying on his side.  I climbed in and we went to sleep.  I woke up sometime shortly before dawn and thought I was dreaming. When I first wake up I like to get my nut off and it was always caused a disagreement for my wife to let me have some.  It seemed to me that I had my arms around my wife, my cock deep in her pussy, and it felt beyond belief.  I first realized that it was not my wife and not a pussy because she was so flat chested and when my hand went down to scratch her pussy (I was fucking from the back) I felt his dick and nuts; plus it felt better cock than a pussy, and finally my partner was moving with me, not just lying there.

I opened my eyes to find my front up against his back and he had my cock inside him working his muscles.  Without any question it was the best fuck of my life.  I was sold and frankly enjoyed my sex life while in prison.

 I fucked him more regularly than my wife ever put out, and bluntly it was better; he sucked, his muscles kept me tighter and I did not have to put up with the shit that comes with a woman.

There was another consideration that I was not experienced enough to recognize – I liked the power trip of making a male submit to me; there is something that is more than simply sexual; a trip or elation that comes from dominating another male and making him submit to you. When I say submit it means when given the order it is accepted and carried out without hesitation regardless of how disgusting, demeaning or humiliating.  No person would carry out the instruction if thought about, but because the sub is told to do so by his dominating partner he does so.  Once the sub has carried out the instruction the dom partner immediately loves and positively reinforces the sub for his performance. It is hard to explain but a part of it is physical so that there is some force there; but, most of it is psychological.  There is definitely a balancing act of humiliation, physical control, embarrassment and sexual fulfillment.  Because this trip is based partly in sexual gratification, torture, and deprivation, homosexuality is also involved.  Before going to prison I had never had a gay relationship of any kind and never thought about it.  Had I not gone to prison I have no idea how my life might have turned out, but I did and as a result I was confronted with both homosexual activity and physical domination and I have never looked back.

When I got out I was sure I would go back to pussy and I did for one time.  I compared the two with the accompanying baggage and decided that a lot had changed in my life so I sat down and had a conversation with myself, coming to the conclusion that I was going to stay gay domination.  Then I had to decide if I was going to play the field and came to the conclusion that I was going to limit myself to white boys; I liked the smell and also the taste of their cum better than Hispanic or African.  When my honey was in solitary for some infraction I tried both black and brown coming to the conclusion that the taste of their cum was radically different; I also admitted that I liked the taste of a man’s ejaculate; a woman’s had a strong smell and flavor which turned me off, whereas a white man’s was sweet with a hint of salt.  Some button had been pressed in my makeup while in prison that caused resentment inside of me toward a white policeman, caused, I think, by the prison guards; what I really wanted was to fuck, humiliate, control and abuse  blond, blue eyed law enforcement men and if I had my complete choice they would be hairy as well.

The Clerk of Court called out “Charles Green” and I walked to the front of the Court Room.  The State’s Attorney said that the State of Georgia wanted to terminate my probation early as I had always reported on time, had been attending my meetings, paid my fees and conducted myself as a productive member of society.  The Judge agreed so I was now a free, educated, divorced black felon who was looking for a sub to dominate.  I had not found any white blond cops that wanted to fuck.  As I turned around to leave my eyes fell on a State Trooper there who had the investigation file from my accident that fit my needs.  He was obviously unsure of himself and could not hold my gaze.  I smiled at him and he looked away.  I later discovered that his name was Chris Parry.

Several weeks went by and one night when I was coming home from a trip to Macon, I was stopped on I-16 traveling south.  In spite of my conviction I was in demand to fulfill quotas of qualified black males, on top of which I was smart, did a good job and was willing to work on commission. Most of the time I worked from home doing research.  As a result I was making better than $7,000 a month.  I could not figure out why I had been pulled over because I had set my cruise on the speed limit.  I pulled over and made available my driver’s license, registration and insurance card as the officer walked up.  When he got to my window I looked up and realized that it was the young officer from the court room when my probation was terminated.  I said “Good evening officer, may I help you?’

He asked for the 3 pieces of information which I supplied and he said “Do you remember me and do you know why I pulled you over?”

“Yes I remember you from the court room and no I don’t know why you pulled me over.”

“Well you have a burned out tail light.”

“I do?  That is strange because when I stopped for gas I remember seeing them work.”

He walked to the back of my car and using his flashlight broke the back left tail light; I could hear the hit and the plastic as it hit the ground.  I came out of my car and said, “What the hell?”

“Boy get your black ass back in that car.”

He made the mistake of getting up in my face and I quickly got him so that my arm was across his throat.  He tried to move so that he was in the V of my arm to enable him to  get air; I put a quick stop to that and putting pressure on the appropriate nerve put him to sleep, then walked him to the far side of his car.  I took his gun belt off and turned his radio off and handcuffed him.  I returned to my car put up the hood and locked it.  I put him in the back seat of his car got in and drove off, exiting the interstate at the next exit.  I drove down the two lane state road a distance until I found a secluded spot and took my cop out of the car stripping him naked in the process.  I also checked his wallet for his home address; from his car seat I got his schedule for the next month, his cell phone number and his home address.  Using his yellow slicker as a base I made a place for us to lie down and put my arms around him with his hands cuffed in front.  I was playing with his tits and biting on his shoulders.  He was a good looking little fucker.  He was about my height but weighted only 120 pounds and was hairy.  I don’t think I have ever seen a blond that was hairy like him.  His body hair was fuzzy and blond rather than curly and dark.  As I took inventory of his body he was tight, with a scrotum that hung down containing two of the biggest nuts I have ever seen or felt; much bigger than mine.  His problem was that when God made him he used all of his efforts on his nuts, ‘cause the boy lacked any cock to speak of.  The damn thing soft might have been an inch and one half and hard two and one half, with a small head, but damn if the boy didn’t have the nuts of a bull; in fact one of his nuts was longer than his cock.  He had a very hairy bush and when soft his cock was totally nestled in the bush, but when hard the head stuck out.

I rolled him on his stomach, put my knees between his and spread him open and started to eat his ass out getting ready to fuck him.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/27/12