Speeding Ticket: A Wood Valley Story

Bret was an average man, nothing strange about him to most people.  Mid thirties, had a circle beard goatee, and was rather chunky. He would wear blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He barely made enough money to pay the bills for his house and his family's needs. 

He was driving down the road at high speed one morning. He was late for work. He needed to take the very long way around the lake due to construction on the bridge he normally took. He had an important meeting at work for a potential promotion, and didn't want to miss it. 

The old county road didn't have much if any traffic at this time of day after the morning rush hour. So he was shocked when red and blue lights filled his rear view mirror. He pulled over and stopped. The cop exited his car and walked to Bret's window. He was a muscular man with thick stubble in his late forties.

"License and registration." The cop ordered. Bret looked at the cop's name badge. Vlad.

"Yes, they're right here." Bret opened his glove box and handed his papers over. The cop looked them over very carefully.

"So, Bret… you know why I pulled you over?" The Vlad asked.

"I was speeding… look, I'm late for work and was just trying not to get in any more trouble. I learned my lesson, can we possibly forget this ever happened?" Bret asked

"Sorry, but no can do.  I fact you have a problem with your regeneration here. I may need to bring you down to the station." He said.

"What? There's nothing wrong, let me see it." Bret said.

"Sure." The cop pinned the paper to the inside of the door with his hand. "It's right here." The cop pointed to a number on paper with a pen, then bloted out one of the digits. "You see, I can't read what this says…"

"Come on why are you doing this?" Bret asked desperately. "What do you want, is it money? Because a barely make ends meet."

"I'm afraid the ticket for this would be quiet hefty, maybe five hundred dollars. Maybe even more." The cop said unremorseful.

"I don't have that kind of money." Bret said. 

"That's unfortunate, I'm not an unreasonable guy, perhaps we can work something out…" Vlad said with a wink.

"What are you thinking?" Bret asked.

"You don't have any money, and I don't need to file this report if I had good reason not to…" Vlad said with a growing smile.

"What could be a good reason?" Bret asked with a slight worry in his voice.

"I think you know." Vlad said. "I would let this all slide, if you let me have that nice thick ass of yours."

"Okay, I see what's up, this is all just a hookup game for you. But you got the wrong guy. I'm not interested. I don't care what your into, I won't tell anyone, but I'll be on my way now." Bret said as he reached for his key.

"Then it's off to the station for you." Vlad said firmly.

"Look, I don't do anything wrong other than a little speeding, you shot your shot and I said no.  You have no grounds for arrest." Bret said.

"You're regeneration in unreadable, that's all the proof I need." Vlad said with a laugh. "Either I fuck that ass yours, or you're getting a fine, and going to the station."

Bret didn't know how to get out of the situation. He thought long and hard about how important getting this promotion was to his family. If he could just make a bit more money, everything would be better. 

"Fine, just do do it, I can't go to jail." Bret said.

"Do what? I'm not sure what you're saying..." The cop said.

Bret rolled his eyes. "Really your making me do it?"

"Yeah." Vlad said with a smile. ",what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass, if it gets me out of going to the station." Bret said.

"Good man. Now get off your butt a strip." Vlad ordered. Bret stepped out of his car, and pulled down his pants, and underwear. He felt embarrassed, he wasn't even a traditionally attractive man.

"Nice! You're already getting hard. What are you a virgin?" Vlad asked.

"No. I just… never had someone order me to do it. My wife, she never wanted to." Bret said.

"You're lucky I found you. I've been waiting a while to use a nice fat ass." Vlad said. He walked up to Bret, and pressed him against the car. "Now spread those cheeks and give me that ass."

"Right here? Can't we at least do it somewhere more private? Like the woods?" Bret asked.

"No! Do what you're told or go to the station. Now if you're done I'm going to stick my dick in you!" Vlad yelled.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." Bret said. He did as he was told, and leaned on his car. His legs spread, his ass exposed. Vlad took a moment to savor the moment, and admire the sight. He grabbed a handful of Bret's ass.

"Wow, such a fine ass." Vlad said. He squeezed, and fondled it, enjoying every moment. He gave the ass a hard slap. He rubbed it, and then gave it another slap. He repeated the slaps, watching Bret's ass turn a darker and darker red.

"I'm ready." Vlad said. He pulled out his large cock, and stroked it. It was thick and long. "I'm going to make you feel things you never felt before."

"Just do it." Bret said.

Vlad lined his cock up to Bret's hole, and thrusted his cock all the way in. Bret grunted, and let out a yelp. Vlad was too strong, and was not concerned with Bret's comfort.

"It's in! Wow, you are tight!" Vlad exclaimed.

"It's so big." Bret said. Vlad pulled his hips back, and then rammed his cock back in. He continued at this pace.

"How do you like that, faggot?" Vlad asked.

"Please slow down. You're tearing me." Bret pleaded.

"I'm fucking your hole, and I will do it as fast and hard as I want." Vlad said. He gave an especially hard thrust, he started thrusting in and out faster, and harder.

A loud hum came from down the road. It was a vehicle of some kind, and getting closer. "Sir, there's a car coming!" Bret said. "We should-"

"No. I am fucking you. Whoever's coming will see us. They won't care." Vlad said. "Now shut up and do as I tell you."

The car approached, and stopped. It was a blue pick-up truck with a single driver. He had a long gray beard and was dressed like all the farmers around dressed. The window rolled down.

"Having fun there, Officer?" The farmer asked.

"Yes sir, we are having a good old time." Vlad said, giving Bret's ass a firm slap.

The farmer looked at the scene in front of him pondering "Can I join?" The farmer asked.

"Sure." Vlad said. "Get over here."

"Right away." The man said. He left the truck, and walked towards them. He was stubby and had a big round gut. His beard and hair were silver.

"I'll fuck his ass, and you can have his mouth." Vlad said.

"Perfect." The man said. "I've never seen him before, he's a new whore. I love them new."

"Yeah, it's his first time." Vlad said.

The man stood in front of Bret. He was already hard, and pulled out his cock. It was long and thin.

"Open wide, slut." The farmer ordered.

"I've never-" Bret started.

"Shut up. We will train you. You will take every dick that comes your way, and you will enjoy it." Vlad said. "Now get sucking."

"Okay." Bret opened his mouth and took the farmer's cock. Bret's forehead sunk into the farmer's belly. The farmer immediately began to thrust in and out, hitting the back of Bret's throat.

"Good job, bitch. Your throat is mine." The farmer said.

Vlad started thrusting again, this time even harder than before. "Your ass is my fuck hole. I own it. You're my cum dumpster."

"Yeah, he loves this. Look how hard he is. He's been waiting to be our little fuck boy." The farmer said.

"You love us, don't you?" Vlad asked.

"He's nodding, he's such a good slut." The farmer said.

Vlad and the farmer kept up their brutal pace, and Bret kept his mouth open and ass exposed. He didn't want to displease them.

Another car passed but Bret didn't see it. His eyes were closed and he was focusing on pleasing the two men.

"Damn, I'm nearly ready to cum, can I borrow his ass?" The farmer asked.

"Go ahead. Make him nice and full of cum." Vlad said.

"Gladly." The farmer, as he walked around the car to where Bret's ass was exposed.

"Spread those cheeks, boy." the farmer said, slapping Bret's fat ass.

Bret complied, spreading his ass cheeks to reveal his freshly fucked asshole. The farmer lined up his cock and pushed it inside.

"Oh fuck, you are tight." he said, thrusting his cock deeper.

"That's what I said!" Vlad added

The farmer began pounding Bret's ass, thrusting his cock deep into Bret's hole.

"Oh, fuck yeah, boy. You like that big cock?" the farmer moaned, slapping Bret's ass.

"Yes, sir." Bret moaned.

"Good, boy." the farmer grunted, picking up the pace.

Bret was lost in the sensation, his hole stretched to accommodate the farmer's thick cock.

"Fuck, you're good at this, boy." the farmer moaned.

"Fuck, I'm close." he groaned, as his cock pulsed inside Bret's ass.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming!" the farmer grunted, releasing his hot load into Bret's ass.

"Fuck, that was good." the farmer said, pulling his cock out and wiping it off with his hand.

"Thanks, boy." he said, smacking Bret on the ass.

"Glad… to be of service, sir." Bret responded, voice muffled in pain.

"Well, officer, it's been a pleasure, but I have to get back to work." the farmer said, pulling up his jeans.

"Thank you, sir. And remember, speed limit is 40." Vlad said, still stroking his cock.

"Don't worry, officer. I won't be speeding anytime soon. Unless I see you on the side of the road again." the farmer chuckled, as he walked back to his truck and drove away.

"That was hot." Vlad said, walking back around the car.

"Yes, sir." Bret said, feeling the farmer's cum oozing out of his ass.

"Well, Bret, looks like you did good today." the cop said, stroking his cock.

"Thanks, sir." Bret responded, watching the cop stroke his cock.

"I won't hall you off to the station, But, there is still the issue of your speeding ticket." the cop said, smirking.

"Please, officer. I can't afford that." Bret pleaded.

"Well, I can let you off the hook if you keep your mouth shut and take my load on your face." the cop said, rubbing the head of his cock on Bret's nose.

"Okay, sir." Bret said, looking up at the cop.

"Close your eyes, boy." the cop said, aiming his cock at Bret's face.

"Oh, fuck yeah. That's a good boy." the cop moaned, shooting his hot load onto Bret's face.

"Oh fuck." he said, pumping his cock. "That's a good boy, taking my load."

"Whatever you want sir." Bret said

"Here," the cop said, handing Bret his license, and a small wad of cash. "Remember, don't speed in these parts. Unless you want to see me again."