DAVID 146
DAVID THE COP — CHAPTER THREE
I gasped for breath as he pulled out of my mouth. He stood, then bent over, dug one huge hand under my armpit and yanked me into a standing position. I tried to run away. He grabbed me by the arm and jerked me back and then began walking, pushing me backwards.
He was huge.
He could break bones. He was masculinity, and authority, and danger, and fearlessness, and cockiness to the umpteenth power, and suddenly he had me backed up against a brick wall with his hairy chest in my face and his massive staff pressing between my legs.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled.
I didn’t answer. He thrust his hips forward and the tip of his cock slid right underneath my balls. I gasped. I spread my legs. It scared me. He loved it. He smiled. I felt danger from that cock. I wanted to look at it, to marvel at it, but I was afraid to have it touch me because it was like a weapon. It was something he could use on me. It was something I wanted to explore safely, but it was something he could use to rape me mercilessly.
“I asked you a question.”
I stood up on my toes. He just shoved it in further. He had his fists on his hips and he was scowling at me. I was a blithering idiot. I didn’t know what to say, and my brain was totally ignoring the need for compliance. My eyes feasted on the hairy chest, the massive shoulders, that granite jaw, the muscles, the brawn, the sweat, the mountain of man in front of me. He put his hands against the wall. I pressed myself against the bricks as hard as I could, fidgeting on my toes, trying to rise high enough so that his hot, wet, thick meat would stop caressing my balls.
“I-I-I’m s-sorry,” I stammered.
“Is that how you address a police officer?” There was the threat of anger and pain in his voice.
“N-no. I…I’m s-sorry, sir. Officer.”
“What were you doing looking in the window?”
I blanched, and then I felt my face flush with heat and shame. I didn’t want to answer, but those soulless, reflective glasses unnerved me so much. I looked everywhere but at his face. I stammered something and then my voice trailed off.
“Who were you waiting for?” he asked.
Meekly, I answered, “Anybody. I didn’t mean any harm. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Anybody?”
“I…I just like to look. At guys. I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
“Did you look at me?”
I was trembling. I was sweating. My knees were shaking.
“Answer me.”
I looked him in the eye, as much as possible, and I said, “Y-yes.”
“Why?”
“Because…because you…you’re…” I couldn’t say it. I don’t know why. He had to have known. I sensed he just loved hearing it, and it was strange how he used it to humiliate me. “Because you’re so…hot looking.” The last two words were barely audible.
“Did you fantasize about me?”
This was so humiliating. Although he was nearly naked, he might as well have been fully clothed considering the ease with which he questioned me. I however, have never felt so naked and exposed. My cock was shriveled and small. I felt laughingly small next to him. I nodded to answer his question.
“What do you want?”
My heart skipped a beat. I was so thoroughly embarrassed by this time I didn’t care what he knew. I opened my mouth to speak, and nothing came out. Finally, I forced the words out. “I....could I…I wanna fuck you,” I whispered.
He scoffed. The crooked smile he gave me told me I’d have to wait in a long, long line.
“How’d you like a bigger asshole?”
My eyes grew wide. I was scared. I shook my head.
“Huh? Would you like that?”
I shook my head. I wanted to cry.
“ANSWER ME!”
I jumped. My eyes were huge. I cowered at the sound of his voice. My whole body trembled. I shook my head and stammered, “N-no. No I… I w-wouldn’t like that.”
He took his arms away from the wall, and widened his stance in front of me. He pointed to the ground and roared, “Then get down on your knees and make me feel good…all over!” He shoved his hips forward. His huge, stiff pole pushed up beneath my legs with frightening rigidity and thickness. “Or I get my kicks MY way!”
2004
STORY CONTINUES AT DAVID 147