Authors note:

This is my first attempt at erotica. Be nice!


I was on my way to work, it was a beautiful day - the sun was shining, the grass was bright, spring Green, and the first warm days of the year had set in. I was on the highway in my daily commute with the windows down and the radio turned up. It's these kind of days that I have to be careful, my foot tends to get heavy when I am so carefree.

My name is Drew, I'm hairy bearish guy in my mid-thirties. I've got a full, dark brown beard and moustache, a head of lighter brown, close-cut hair, and fur just about everywhere. I'm not out of shape, nor am I a muscle god. Just shy of 6' and 220lbs, I'm your every day average kind of guy.

I was just coming over a rise when I saw him sitting at a turnaround... a motorcycle cop. I of course immediately slowed down, but I knew in the back of my mind it was too late, he was in the perfect spot to catch me with his radar before I had enough time to slow down to the speed limit.

I kept trying to slow down discreetly as I passed him, only then did I notice he wasn't using his radar... in fact, he wasn't even facing traffic. He was staring at his bike, standing in a posture of what looked to be frustration.

Me being the ever diligent, to-a-fault helper, and also somewhat curious, ingot it in my mind to circle back around and see what was actually going on. I took the next exit, got back on the highway going the opposite direction, and slowed down when I approached the turnaround. It was then that I noticed the cop angrily kicking the tire of his motorcycle, to then turn around and start pacing.

I pulled over on the side of the road, and when traffic cleared the way, I approached. It was then that I noticed the bulk of the guy. He was huge... it was all muscle, draped in tight black and blue motorcycle cop leather. He was still wearing his helmet when I approached him.

"Is everything OK? You look a bit distressed?"

He took his helmet off and shit back "no, everything is not fucking 'ok,' my motorcycle kicked the bucket and my god dammed radio won't turn on so I can call for some help."

The words were conpletely lost on me. Standing before me was the most handsome, rugged man I had ever seen. He was easily 6' 8", muscled, tan, and with the most beautifully handsome head of red hair, slicked over to the side, coupled with a thick, well-kept red beard. He completed the look with a pair of aviator glasses. I was dumbfounded. I had no words.

"Uh... uhm... I... uh..."

"Are YOU okay?" he retorted.

I tried to gain my composure as my knees got wobbly and the erection in my jeans strained against the fabric. "I don't think so" I replied. "You, you, uhm, wow, uhm..." I continued to stammer. He took his glasses off and looked directly at me with deep, bright green eyes.

"Hey buddy, everything OK with you?" he asked again.

I willed myself to gather my thoughts and my strength "yah, sorry you just, uhm, you are quite striking and I was not prepared, I just stopped to see if you needed help, you looked a bit distressed."

"Me? I think you're the one who is distressed, bud... you look a bit faint."

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm OK. I'm great. Uhm, anyway - do you, uh, need some help?"

"As a matter of fact yes, do you have a cellphone I could borrow to call down to the precinct for help?"

I handed him my phone, I was more than happy to help out this hunk of a man. After a lot of back and forth with the person on the other end, he conveyed his findings.

"Turns out I'm stuck here for a bit, soonest they can get a truck up here is in a couple hours. I don't suppose you would mind giving me a ride? My house is just a couple miles away, I can get out of this gettup and come back with my car to wait for the repair truck."

"Absolutely, would be my pleasure. My name is Drew." I reached out my hand.

"Blake. Nice to meet you." His handshake was firm. My god.

He secured his motorcycle, grabbed a small bag out from under the seat, and we bounded across the highway to my car. He gave me directions to his house and we remained silent. I had no idea what to say to this man. His handsomeness had literally left me speechless.

"You were stammering a bit there when you first walked up to me. Are you sure you are OK" he asked.

I thought about any possible excuse I could give him, I had looked and sounded like a complete fool. I told myself "what the hell... just go for broke."

"Eh, well, to be honest, you... well, you have to be the most handsome man I have ever seen, and it took me a minute to gain my composure."

He blushed. My dick twitched.

"Wow, uh, I, I don't know what to say. Now you have me speechless."

I wasn't going to push the issue, this guy could crush me into little pieces if he wanted to. The blush in his cheeks cleared, and I could see the expression on his face change. As he looked me over and with his deep green eyes, I saw fire in them. I started to worry - I might have been too forward with him. This could be bad.

He instructed me to take a turn. It was down a dirt road in the middle of a Grove of trees. The car bounced up and down as I navigated the washed out road. By this time he had gone from blushing to completely red in the face. It was the look of anger. I started to freak out.

"Pull over here."

"What?" I asked, now even more frightened.

He raised his voice, just enough to tell me he meant business. "I said pull over."

No sooner had I pulled over and put the car in park was he out the door and had barreled around to my side of the car. "Get out of the car," he demanded.

At this point I was shaking. I had tried to do something nice, and to be honest about my feelings with another man, and now I was going to pay for it.

I got out and he quickly turned me around to face the car, yelling "hands on the car, NOW!"

I put my hands on the top of the car. He came up behind me and started patting me down. It was rough and forceful - from top to bottom he groped me with his muscular hands to point that it hurt. When he had finished, I heard the clinking of metal. Next thing I knew, my right arm had been pulled down behind my back and the cold steel of a handcuff had been locked into position around my wrist.

"What the FUCK are you doing? What did I do?"

This made no sense. I had fucked up big time, and this hulk of a man was about the beat the ever living shit out of me. He grabbed my left arm even more forcefully and pulled it down behind my back.

"If you fight back or talk back to me like you just did, this is going to hurt a LOT MORE, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

He pushed me face first against the hood of the car and told me not to move. He went into the back seat of my car, and grabbed the bag he had pulled from the back of his bike.

He got up behind me and took a hold of my arms by the cuffs. He pushed me down into the ditch and then back up into the trees. We walked in silence for what seemed like ages, deeper and deeper into the woods. It soon became clear that he knew this place well. We came upon a small clearing and he led me to the center of it.

"On your knees."

I clumsily fell to my knees and looked down. I didn't want to see what was going to happen to me.

He silently walked around me in circles, as if he was trying to decide what to do with me. With my head tilted down all I could see were his enormous motorcycle boots kicking the dirt with each revolution. His feet were so huge I couldn't even guess what size they were.

Finally he spoke. "You're a coy little shit, aren't you? Thought you could just casually tell me that you had a hardon for me? You didn't think I noticed it the second you walked up to me?"

I attempted a retort... "I didn't, I, uhm..."

"SHUT UP!" he snapped. "I didn't ask you to speak, did I?"

"No, you didn't."

"Excuse me? Is that how you are going to address me?"

"No, you didn't, SIR."

"That's right. Until I tell you otherwise you will call me sir. I brought your bitch ass out here to teach you a lesson. You are going to pay for being a coy little shit."

"Yes, sir."

"Here's the deal, you are going to learn that being coy doesn't get your a god damned thing from me except in a shit ton of trouble!"

He brought one of his huge hands down flat across my ass... SMACK! It was a well placed, full-contact smack that was going to leave a bruise. I let out a whimper. He walked back around to the front of me and faced away from me. I was left with a perfect view of his ass. I allowed myself to tilt my head up enough to sneak a peek. It was full, muscular, and strained tightly against his leather pants. It was the quintessential muscled bubble but.

The next thing I knew, he had turned around and smacked me across the head.

"Did I say you could look at my ass, you shit?"

"No, no sir."

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Sorry for WHAT?"

"I'm sorry I looked at your ass, sir."

"I thought so. Now, are you ready for your lesson?"

"Lesson, sir?"

"Yes, your lesson. If you pass this lesson, I'll let you go. If you fail this lesson, well I'll have to punish you, and I'm afraid you won't like the punish at all."

"OK sir, I'm ready."

"Gooood boy..." he cooed sarcastically. He walked towards me slowly, step by step, until his crotch was directly in my face. "Retrieve you freedom, boy."

I was puzzled. What the hell did he mean? "Sir? I don't understa-"

"RETRIEVE YOUR FREEDOM, BOY!" he yelled and pushed his crotch into my face with such force that I almost fell backward.

It was then I noticed that his leather pants weren't normal motorcycle pants. They had a built-in codpiece that was nearly invisible, with button snaps the same color as the leather so they would blend in. His bulge was huge. I hadn't noticed it quite before, but now that it was at eye level - the only word to describe it is MASSIVE. I looked up at him trying to understand what was going on here.

"I don't have all day. Get to it."

With my hands still securely cuffed, I didn't have much option other than to use my mouth. I leaned forward into his crotch attempted to get hold of the corner of his codpiece with my teeth. The first try failed. I tried again, and caught the corner. I leaned back and pried open the first few buttons. With the corner free I gripped it firmly in my teeth and pulled hard. The codpiece came off completely to reveal a well-worn, stained, musky jockstrap underneath his motorcycle pants.

At this point my fear had begun to slowly turn to arousal. I was actually nose deep into this gorgeous man crotch, and little did he know, I had a major thing for jockstraps... and leather... and cops.

Free of his codpiece, he urged me on... "keep going, boy..."

I could now make out the outline of his steadily thickening dick, and it was impressive. It had to be at least 8" and it was still soft and pressed tight into the jockstrap against his enormous balls.

Letting go a little more of my fear, I leaned my nose into the crevice between his bulge and his muscular thigh, and inhaled a deep whiff of his manliness. The mix of leather, sweat, piss, and cum sent me euphoric. I no longer cared that I was handcuffed, in the middle of nowhere, with a complete stranger that could utterly beat the ever living shit out of me, I was going to enjoy this even if it would be the last thing I would do.

I lapped at his jockstrap, soaking it with my saliva and getting his taste into my mouth. By this time I was rock hard, and there was nothing I could do about it. I carefully used my teeth to start pulling at his jockstrap.

"Hear this, boy. One tooth on my rod and I'll knock you senseless. Understand?"

"Mmm hmmm..." I hummed as I proceeded... and then I felt a SMACK of his hand across my cheek.

"Don't sass me boy, and don't forget your place. You hear me?"

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

I looked up at him with my puppy eyes and proceeded to attack his jockstrap with every ounce of careful lustfulness I could muster. I managed to get the top of the jockstrap between my teeth, and I pulled down. Suddenly his massive cock sprung out of jockstrap and smacked me right in the face. For some reason it stung me and I recoiled slightly. When I opened my eyes, everything suddenly became clear. At the end of his beautiful, engorged cock, was a prince albert piercing, and on the ring was a handcuff key.

"You get it now, don't you boy? Remember what I said... one tooth against my dick and you'll regret it. Oh, and one more thing. Don't make me cum."

WHAT. THE. FUCK. This was some mind trip. A big, beautiful, pierced cock in front of me, the key to my freedom literally dangling from the tip of it... and he's not going to let me enjoy it at all.

I stared at his cock and strategized for a moment. His piercing was a horseshoe with a ball on each end. There was no way I was going to get the key off. I sucked the key and piercing into my mouth, and tried every tongue technique I could think of to loosen one of the balls. The entire time I noticed his dick was getting harder, and hard, and BIGGER. It had engorged to a solid 10" of thick, veiny meat and it was leaking precum like a hose. Between my spit and the precum, my situation only got more slippery and he seemed to be getting closer to cumming.

I stopped for a moment and thought again. I can't use my mouth. The only option is to use my hands. That means I have to get up, turn around, and grab his dick before he had a chance to react. I looked up at him with my puppy dog eyes again and went to work on his knob a bit while I shifted my weight. When I was ready, as quickly as I could muster, I jumped to my feet, spun around, and grabbed on to his tackle with my hand. As he started to squirm, I grabbed him by the balls with my other hand and squeezed.

"FUCK" he yelled in agony. His muscular arms immediately came up from his sides and wrapped around my neck, and begun to squeeze.

As quickly as I could I let go of his balls and used both of my hands to unscrew one of the balls of his PA. I slid off the key and began to fumble with it trying to unlock one of the cuffs. He continued his assault on my neck and I could feel myself slowly starting to pass out. Just as thought I was going to completely pass out, the key found it's hole, I turned, and pulled one of my wrists free from a cup. Both of my  arms flew up and grabbed his arms. He immediately let go and I fell down to the ground.

"Good boy. That's thinking with your head. Lesson complete. Now, do you want to catch your breath and enjoy your prize?"

I was pissed and horny at the same time. He had just put me through hell... and now I'm supposed to finish him off? If it were any other man, I would have said fuck it and tried to run for it. But this guy, my god, standing there with 10" of throbbing dick sticking straight out in front of him, the cop uniform, the badge, the red hair, it was all just too much to resist even if I was royally pissed.

I rose back up on my knees and looked right at his dick. A pearl of precum started to drop from the tip of it. I quickly lapped it up with my tongue. I looked up at him for his approval... his eyes met mine and he grinned - a sexy, egotistical, bearish grin that set me on fire. It was my turn to teach him a lesson - a lesson on how to give a mind blowing blowjob of a lifetime.

I dove onto his rod with fury - my hands, now free of their restraints, went to action - one hand grabbed his bountiful ballsack and tugged, the other hand went in front of my mouth and pumped his dick while I have him the best blowjob I've ever given.

His breathing was quickening, I watched as his leather-clad chest heaved in and out, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his massive hangs grabbed onto my head urging me deeper and further onto his his cock. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and began massaging my head with his other "oh boy, that's a good boy, ohhh... shit boy, you know what you're doing..."

Kicking into high gear I was in ecstasy, giving this brute of a man the ride of his life. He began to yell at the top of his lungs "FUCK BOY, DADDY'S GONNA GIVE YOU HIS LOAD!"

Suddenly volley after volley of cum shot into my eager mouth. Never before had I been on the receiving end of so much cum. It began to run out of my mouth, down my beard and onto my shirt. I swallowed repeatedly while he took over pumping his dick into my mouth.

As his orgasm wound down, he slowed his rhythm and soon pulled his dick from my mouth. Now it was my turn to show him who is boss.

Still in his euphoric state, I got up from my knees, threw my arms around his neck, jumped up, and threw my legs around his waist. Instinctively he grabbed me with his big, strong arms and support my weight as I planted my cum-filled mouth straight on his and fed him a taste of his own seed. We kissed and swapped his load back-and-forth for what seemed like an eternity, until I finally released my lips from his and swallowed my reward.

"Jesus, boy... after what I did to you, you sure showed me you've got some gumption in ya after all."

"Yes, sir," I cooed in his ear.

He gently set me down on my feet and I waited to see what he was going to do with me now.

"I think you've learned your lesson for the day. Let's say we go back to my place and see about you teaching me a lesson instead?

I looked him square in the face, grabbed him by the balls, and squeezed. "Excuse me, did you forget something?"

"Sir, yes, sir..." he sputtered in a childish voice while throwing a fake salute. I squeezed harder... much harder.

"What was that??"

"I'm sorry, sir..." he said meekly, obviously in pain.

"Gooood boy...." I said back to him.

As he led me back to the car with his dick still hanging out of his pants, a few thoughts crossed my mind. How was I going to explain this day to my boss? What the fuck had I gotten myself into? And most importantly... what was I going to do with this hunk of beef in front of me??

To be continued...


Used Jock Man

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