Summary Punishment    

  It was late as I struggled home and the police cruiser cut me off.

"Get in, boy!" he barked.  I did; I knew better than to try to run

from Officer Koccick.  Soon we were under the highway behind the

deserted warehouse.  "You know what you fucked up, boy."  I nodded; I

knew all too well and that I had even had the audacity to flaunt it.

"OUT!"  He was twirling his black billy club -- a cubit long hunk of

hard rubber.  "Strip!"  When I was naked, he pushed me over the hood.

I saw stars each time his truncheon crashed into my butt.  I had to

bite my lip to stop from crying out; Officer Koccick hates sissies!

He pressed the end of that club against my asshole.  I gritted my

teeth fearing the intrusions but not daring to move or even to speak.

He stepped back and I watched as he opened his pants and freed his

cock from its protective cup prison.  Did I see a slight smile as he

ripped open a packet and rolled the black condom down his huge shaft?

He stepped behind me and pressed his great steel-hard, club into me.

It was great.  We stopped for donuts and coffee when he drove me home.

But I wish he hadn't made me lick my cum from his filthy cruiser.



The End