A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 2

From Chris Parry’s point of view.

I have always been a shy guy, and never aggressive which is one of the reasons that I wanted to become a state patrolman.  That way I would have a badge and could give people orders; also they might not make fun of me.  You see, ever since I went through puberty I have only showed myself to a group of guys one time. That was in middle school when all of the guys got to see my cock while changing for PE.  That was it; never again; my little cock was a constant source of embarrassment; prior to that time I did not know that cocks came in different sizes; the other problem was my balls; the damn things were so big, bigger than all the rest of the boys, hanging down, way down, swinging between my legs.  The combination of my little cock and bull nuts caused even more of an opportunity for my humiliation.  My little cock had such a short shaft that I could not get but two fingers on it to beat off.  I learned about beating off in sex class; I never had anything to do with another guy.  The second reason that I never let anyone see my cock happened in the 9th grade; I was now in high school and there was a dance.  At the urging of my parents I invited a girl to go with me; regretfully, she was one of the two biggest whores in the school.  She was leading me on and we went outside to make out which was fine; then she put her hand in my pants and found my testicles.  She was amazed by the size and weight of them and searched further finding my cock; she broke up with laughter and spread the word.  Guys would come up and said they were sorry I was sick.  Not knowing any better I said no I was fine, and they replied “Oh I thought you suffered from small cocks.”  That was the end of my social life.

After graduation from high school I applied for, was accepted by, and became a Georgia State Patrolman.  I was from northwest Georgia but was assigned to the southeastern part of the state.   Guys who had been officers less time than me would give me orders and tell me what to do.  I really did not care; I had my badge and sufficient income that I rented a one-bedroom condo and patrolled the interstate when not carrying out some detail assigned to me.  Unattached women in the condo regime tried to pick me up from time to time but I was so embarrassed by my cock that I refused anything more than one date.  I could have felt sorry for myself but instead I got hobbies like cooking, reading and watching movies.  I was happy and content;  I satisfied myself sexually by beating off.  Then one day the Sergeant told me to take this file and go to the criminal court in Effingham County; apparently a defendant was up to having his probation terminated as he had been a model probation candidate.  No one asked about the Patrol’s thoughts on the matter and the Judge let him go free.  The guy was a black guy about my height, what in north Georgia we call high yellow; a light skinned man, a little older than me, obviously fit and educated. To tell you the truth he was hot. He weighed a good bit more than I did; I stood off in the corner to see if anyone needed me or the file but no one asked.  When the Judge was done the man turned around and looked right at me; it felt as if his eyes saw through my uniform and down into my soul.  We nodded to each other as he left the court room a free man.  I felt a chill; something about him just seemed to hypnotize me.

When I got back to the station the Sergeant asked me what happened and was pissed the guy got off.  He told me to go ahead and take the rest of the shift off that it was not my fault.  I got back into my patrol car, went by the store to get some groceries, a movie and then went on home.  I decided to take a nap while the meat I was going to cook went into the oven.  I took off my uniform so as to maintain the creases and to avoid any stains.  Lying on the bed I found myself thinking back to the guy in the court room; as I recalled his name was Charles.  I could not figure out why I was thinking of him but I drifted off to sleep and woke some time later with a hard on.  It was not sticking out of my boxers because it wasn’t long enough.  I got up, got a bath towel and laid in on the bed, took off my boxers and decided to beat off.  Beating off was really hard to do because there was so little to stroke.  Really when I needed sexual relief I used a combination of forms to bring about an orgasm; first I played with my shaft, second I rubbed my breasts, third I squeezed my nuts.  It took all three to accomplish the task.  As I lay there I realized I was seeing in my mind’s eye a picture of the Defendant; what was his name?  Oh yes; Charles.  I could not tell you that I saw or thought of us “doing anything” but I came fairly quickly.  There is one other thing that you need to know about me; when I cum I cum.  If you have ever looked at the sperm you produce most guys don’t ejaculate as much as a tablespoon; me I was different.  Sperm ran out of me like a faucet, which is one of the reasons that I put a bath towel down instead of a wash cloth.  It did not take me long to ejaculate and the orgasm was stronger and larger than normal.

Life went on without any changes, other than the fact that I kept seeing a mental picture of the African that I had seen in the court room, until one day the Sergeant told me that he wanted me to keep an eye out for a certain car. It belonged to Charles Green the defendant that I had seen in the courtroom that day.  I was told that we wanted to get him for anything we could.  I went on patrol and that night. I saw the car but he was traveling at the speed limit and had complete control of his car.  I radioed the Sergeant and he told me to pull him over and if necessary give him a ticket for a broken tail light.  I did so and when I broke his tail light he came out of the car; I gave him the command to get back in his car.  Before I could do anything he had me in a neck hold trying to cut off my air supply; using my combat training I moved my chin so as to be in the V of his elbow but he was prepared for my move.  I then realized that he was using a sleeper hold on me as I lost consciousness.

I could not figure out what was going on as I came to; very quickly it became obvious to me that I was naked, my hands were handcuffed in front of me and  I was in a strange position. My head was flat on some item covering the ground as was my chest; I was on my knees which lifted my behind into the air and at the same time exposing my rectum to the world.  As I became totally conscious I realized that someone was behind me with their hands spreading the cheeks of my ass; I could not figure out what else they were doing but something seemed to be dragging itself from the back of my scrotum, up and over my hole and then to my back.  At one point it stopped and I then determined that someone was orally assaulting me with their tongue; the tongue stopped its dragging motion and centered on my hole; it wiggled and squirmed until it started to insert itself into me.  You must remember that no one and nothing had ever been inside me. I had heard that at some point when we got our annual physicals the doctor would start checking my prostate but I was still too young.

Now the person was sucking, slurping and rubbing their tongue over me and it felt absolutely incredible.  I was outraged on the one hand at being sexually assaulted but on the other I was in sensory overload.  The person moved their hands so that the fingers were now at the edge of my hole and they started to spread it open.  I tried to get up and kick the person off me, but one of the hands reached down and took my testicles.  All the fight went out of me as he started to squeeze my nuts.

From Charles Green’s point of view.

I simply could not get enough of his ass.  It was so sweet and pure I wanted to get my tongue as far in him as possible to taste and sample him. 

He gave me the usual shit that he was going to have me arrested, sent to the pen, etc.  Lots of luck; what he did not realize is that this was not my first trip; I had fucked several of the guards and not one of them ever spoke up.  I said, “I am going to fuck you.  Have you ever had anal sex?”

He responded, “Hell no!”

I continued, “Now listen to what I tell you.  I have loosened you up and put as much spit as I can inside you.  When I put my cock up to your hole you need to push out like you are taking a dump.  If you don’t it is going to be worse and harder on you.  I may well cause some tearing around your hole, but I promise I will go slowly and carefully, but it is up to you to push out.”

From Chris Parry’s point of view. 

I managed to cry out “You are sexually assaulting me; it is a felony and you are going to go to jail.”

I figured out by this point that it was the guy from the court room; Charles something, a convicted felon.  He asked me if I had ever had anal sex.  “Hell no I have never had anal sex.  I am not homosexual.  Stop what you are doing.  When I get free my back up will come and you are going back to the pen.”  He did not seem to pay any attention to my threats of his going back to jail and this time for ever.

Franticly I moved trying to prevent this rape before it occurred, but without luck.  I felt him lay down on my back and his penis move up against my hole.  I was sick about what was going to happen but had the good sense to push out which hopefully would make the intrusion easier on me. I felt this thing that felt the size of a lemon (in my mind it might as well have been a baseball) push up against my opening.  It moved around, up and down for whatever reason and then slowly but surely started its invasion of my colon.  I could feel my rectum spread open much like when you are constipated and trying to pass a large stool.  Thankfully he did not simply push in, but rather to the extent that it was possible let me open to accommodate him.  I could not; I felt the tearing of my entry way as the skin stretched to meet the large intruder.  Slowly but surely it conquered me, pushing every obstacle out of its path.  The pain was unbelievable and I was reduced to sobbing and crying; it took my breath away.  Half inch by half inch slowly I felt him insert into me and then pull back, only to find that the beast returned and started the process over;  over and over the head beat down my defenses; ever so slowly it consumed me, spread me, opened me and possessed me.   Finally I felt the wiry pubic bush rubbing against my skin and knew he had violated me with his penis to the extent of its length.  He lay on my back, pushing me forward so that I was no longer on my knees, but rather flat on my stomach.  He lay there on my back for several minutes, and then said, “I am going to pull out now, and I want you to roll over on your back so I can see you while I fuck you.  It is going to cause you more pain but it was easier on both of us if I popped your cherry from the back; and, it is going to be a better fuck if from the front.”

He maneuvered his fingers under me, starting to rub my nipples, squeezing them, and rubbing; allowing me some time to get use to the invasion that had occurred and to roll me over.   With that he put his cock back in me and started in, pulling his cock up and out to the point where just the head of his cock was in me and then pushing it back in.  In and out; up and down.  The damn thing had some sort of cap on the top of it so that when he pulled the shaft out the head got caught on the ring of my rectum the way that an anal plug is shaped.  The only way for me to get this snake out of me was with the assistance of the intruder because it would take effort to pull it out.

I hated to admit it but it stopped hurting except right at my ring at the entrance.  He moved around and changed the angle of his thrust causing the monster in me to bump into a new area; sparks flew and I had to catch my breath; was what being done to me feeling good?  No it can’t be.  My ass started producing slime and his cock was obviously pumping out precum as there was no drag; everything was moving smoothly.  I closed my eyes trying to put what was happening out of my mind, thinking that it would be easier if I could not see him.  He stopped his in and out motion, simply lying there, his legs between mine, his pubic bone flush up against my nuts, breathing deeply, almost panting.  He told me to open my eyes.  As I did so I found him staring down into mine, dark, glinting with passion.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/27/12