Owned By The Law

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“Hello?” I said slightly annoyed at the ringing phone.

I have this thing about phone calls, I don't want them. I would much rather receive a text than have to talk on that stupid contraption. My friends and I have been talking all week about going out tonight, getting a few drinks and singing some karaoke.

“Yeah dude, I am almost ready! I'll meet y'all there about twelve.”  I squawked back into the wireless tether.

We had decided to meet at a local dive bar that served as an after hours party. When all the other bars were closing, Chubby's, a private club was just getting cranked up. During the week, the clientele was made up with half a dozen old drunks leaned over the bar drinking canned beer. However on Friday and Saturday nights there would be a diverse crowd of about seventy-five or more usually heavily intoxicated people.

The drive wasn't too far, only about fifteen minutes and it was mostly back roads which made the drive home slightly better once I have been over served and needed to go. I got into my truck and pointed it in that direction. And, I was off.

Taking a right turn into a dimly lit, rough gravel parking lot I found a spot under one of the only two street lights. I got out of the truck, made sure to lock the doors and started across the parking lot to the front door.

As I entered the building, I stopped at a small stand with a spiral notebook and a pen and signed my name under the hand written column labeled “Members”. Private clubs were supposed to be members only, but some how Chubby's got away with their lax entry policy. Members sign in under “Members” and everyone else signed in under “Guests”. And the guest list was always longer than the members list.

Inside the building, it was equally as dimly lit and the odor of stale cigarette smoke filled the air and almost instantly permeated my clothing. The place was a dive indeed. I looked around for my group and found them sitting at one of many banquette tables that made up the furniture.

“It's about damn time!” My friend Joe yelled out as I approached the table.

“Bite me dude!” I offered.

The night had been going good, songs were sung, beers and shots were consumed and even a line dance or two had happened when Joe noticed a crowd starting to gather near the two pool tables at the back of the bar. Chubby's was also a pretty rough place.

Before he could get the rest of the table's attention, punches were being thrown and the crowd grew big enough to block our view. But almost just as fast, the crowd started moving towards the center of the room where the tables were laid out. Tables were flipping, a couple chairs took flight as a couple of the regulars attempted to push the brawl out into the parking lot.

Eventually, the crowd was able to push the two fighters out the front door and into the parking lot. The bar had emptied with most people trying to catch a good fight up close. My friends and I followed them out and were gathered around two men wrestling around in the gravel when two police cars pulled up with their blue lights flashing.

The cops jumped out of their cars and pushed their way through the crowd and grabbed the fighters off of each other, put them in handcuffs and put them in the back of each police car. Then the cops started taking witness statements. That's when I finally noticed, recognized one of the deputies.

“Shit!” I mumbled as the cop and I made eye contact.

I quickly turned around and headed back inside the bar when I felt a hand grab my arm and jerk me around. There I stood, face to face with the deputy that raped me a few weeks ago.

“Where do you think your goin buddy?” the all to familiar voice sternly asked.

Stuttering, I tried to tell him that I was going back in to get a drink but was quickly interrupted. “Come with me!”

Still holding my arm, the cop dragged me to the back of one of the police cars and commanded me to put my hands on the trunk and spread my legs. Starting at my shoulders, the cop started to pat me down asking if there were any sharp objects that could poke him.

“No” I nervously replied as I felt hands come up my sides and reaching around and squeezing my pecks.

As those hands wandered down my flat stomach, they reached the top seam of my pants. The cop slid his fingers between the waist band and my skin and moved them around to the back and dug deeper grabbing the tops of my ass cheeks, then back around to the front.

While I was being roughly frisked a third patrol car pulled in and the chunky deputy crawled out of the car and walked over to Officer Friendly. The pat down stopped momentarily as my assailant asked the third cop to transport the detainee that was in the back of his car while he finished up with me. I felt like yelling out, but I decided it would be better if I didn't. As the third cop got the other prisoner out of the back seat, the frisking continued.

“What have we got here” I thought you said you didn't have any weapons?” the cop asked as he grabbed my cock through my denim blue jeans and shook it.

Grunting a little with the pain of the tight grip on my package, I opted to keep my mouth shut when I felt a pair of hands unbuckling my belt and loosening the button on my jeans. “I gotta check his weapon out, make sure I am safe.” the cop frankly stated as he spread my jeans apart exposing my plaid boxers. “It seems to be getting bigger.”

The cop withdrew his hands from my pants and moved them to the inside of my legs pushing his finger hard into my sphincter through my pants and sliding them down to my knees.

“Put your hands on your head and lace your fingers.” the cop commanded

“What am I being arrested for?” I questioned angrily.

“Public drunk” the cop responded as he latched the first cuff on my right wrist and moving it behind my back. He then took my left hand and moved in within reach of the second cuff and locked it around my left wrist.

As he read me my rights, the cop guided me into the back seat of the patrol car. He shut the door and walked over to the other deputies and talked for a minute while I sat sideways in the cramped back seat of the cop car with an ache starting to build up in my shoulders. The cop came back, got in the car and drove off down the back roads.

“Fancy meeting you here tonight bitch.” the cop chuckled through the Plexiglas partition between the front and back seat.

“Yeah, how fun.” I asserted.

We had only drove for about ten minutes when the driver made a right turn onto what appeared to be a logging trail. The cop went a short way back, were the road was no longer visible and the deputy stopped the car, put it in park and turned off the engine. He got out of the car, opened the back door laughing about how much fun we were about to have. He reached in, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.

He pushed me up against the rear quarter panel of the car and jerked my still unbuttoned pants down to my knees. He grabbed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed as his other hand slid down the crack of my ass until the cop reached my dry pucker. He pushed his dry finger through my ring and into my cavity. I let out a howl from the pain

“Come on boy, this ain't nothin.” The cop informed me.

“Just get it over with!” I whined.

The cop spun me around ninety degrees and kicked the back of my knees causing him to hit the ground with my bared knees and I let out another yelp. Unfastening his utility belt, he placed it on the trunk of the squad car and opened his zipper. “Open up!” as he shoved his soft but thick cock in my face.

I opened his mouth and quickly took all of the cops soft shaft in my mouth.

Feeling the flacid meat growing in my mouth made feelings stir down between my own legs as I started to bob my head back and forth on the growing member in my mouth. Within a few seconds both of us were rock hard. With the cop fully erect I was unable to consume all of him without hitting my gag reflex. However, that didn't stop the cop from impaling my throat.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my forehead hard against his stomach and holding me there. I was gagging, snot coming out of my nose and I felt like he was going to choke me to death when he finally let me up to breathe. He repeated that cycle three of four times before he got bored of it.

The cop grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up, faced me towards the car and pushed my face into the metal and kicked my ankles to spread my legs. I felt his wet fingers rubbing my ass as my hard cock pressed against the cold metal of the car when suddenly he jabbed a finger into my tight hole. I felt my shaft throb as his finger breached my muscle and buried deep inside me. He thrust in and out a few times and took his finger out.

I heard him spit and felt his touch on my sphincter again. This time there was a shot of pain as he jammed two fingers inside me. I let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure while he stroked against my prostate. The sensations that shot through my body were amazing. The more he stroked my lump the more my cock throbbed, the more it throbbed the more intense my moans got. I felt my cock grow tight and felt a cold building up in my toes, move up my legs until it shot through my groin. My cock erupted streams of cum on the side of the cop car. I felt the warm ooze sliding down my rod as the cop pulled his fingers out of me.

Another spit sound came from behind me and seconds later, I felt his cock head poking around my taint and crack in search of my entrance. My anticipation grew with each misplaced poke until I felt his tip hit it's target. With one quick push, he split me open and buried his cock deep inside me. The pain was breathtaking, but he didn't stop. He kept thrusting deep into me. With each thrust, I cried out until my muscle was loose and my hole was opened up.

He pushed my head so hard, it was like he was trying to push my head through the sheet metal as he pounded my asshole. The pain from my ass, transferred to my face as he pounded and pushed. I could feel the drool leaving my mouth and spilling out on the trunk of the car as I tried to breathe through my moans and grunts.

I could hear his sighs behind me with each thrust. I could feel my insides trying to stop him each time he bottomed out at my colon and my cock was rock hard again. He didn't care. He had no care if I got any pleasure, or what pain I was in. His only goal was his own pleasure as I felt him slow his pace and his own cock start to throb inside me.

With a howl that could match a wolf, he growled as he unloaded his juice in my ass. With a few more pumps inside me, I felt his cum squirt out around his shaft and drip down my leg. He pulled out of me, wiped himself out on my shirt tail and pulled his pants up. He put his utility belt back on and dug for his keys. He fumbled as he unlatched my handcuffs. Then he got in the car and started the engine.and drove off, leaving me half naked, cum oozing out of me on a dark logging road.

I pulled up my boxers and pants, fastened my belt and stood in the darkness rubbing my wrists.

“No fucking problem! I can walk back to Chubby's you asshole!” I shouted into the night and started my journey back to my car.