Owned By The Law

From the author: Not actual events, but a great fantasy to think about. I hope y'all enjoy it. Please vote and feel free to comment. Thanks, Aiden

Statement:

I was awakened at four thirty in the morning by my crazy ex-girlfriend in my bedroom. Angrily, I jumped out of my bed and forced her back out of my room and out the front door. Slamming it shut, I locked it behind her, I noticed a white car in the road by my mailbox. I never thought she had a key to my house. I never lock my doors. As I crawled back into bed, trying to calm myself and my breathing down, I heard the front door open again.

Before I could get out of bed and to my bedroom door, she was barging back into my room. Noticing the key in her hand, I instinctively ripped the key from her grip. She immediately started screaming “You broke my finger, I'm calling the cops! You did it this time! You're going to jail!” as I pushed her back through my house to the front door. This time I noticed a man sitting in the drivers seat of the car.

Slamming the door shut again, and locking it...again, I shouted “Call the fucking cops! You will be the one going to jail for trespassing!”

I made my way back to my bedroom, this time even more pissed than I was the first time. I could here the two of them taking through the walls. She was telling him what had transpired while she was inside and how I “twisted the key” out of her hand and had “broke her finger”.

What happened next:

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Assuming it was her again and maybe the man she was with, I grabbed the handgun out of my headboard and made my way to the front door. My breathing was labored and I could feel my hear racing. Holding the gun down at my side, I opened the door.

Immediately, I heard yelling and was staring down the barrel of two handguns being held by two local sheriff's deputies.

The female deputy was screaming “Put the gun down!”, while the male deputy was yelling to keep my hands in the air. I was scared to death and could not follow their instructions. I found myself yelling back at them that I was scared and I didn't know what to do.

After a few very tense seconds that felt like minutes to me, they settled on “Put the gun down, now!” I quickly but carefully followed their unified command.

I set the gun down on a bench by my front door and was immediately tackled and thrown against the wall. Within seconds, my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was being dragged out into the front yard. I didn't mind this, it sure as hell beat the alternative, although I was scared out of my mind. I knew I was going to jail now. That still beat the alternative!

“What the Hell were you thinking pulling a gun on cops?” the lady cop snapped.

I told her that I was not expecting cops to be on the other side of the door and that I expected it to be her, pointing to my ex and that guy!

They questioned me and I relayed the details from earlier that morning. They asked some follow up questions and I openly answered them. Questions like, was I intoxicated, were there any drugs or other guns in the house. No was my answer to the first two questions, but yes there are other guns inside.

It was at this point that things started to calm down. The male cop dropped the tailgate to my truck and allowed me to sit down while they interrogated me longer.

After several more minutes, the lady cop told the male cop that she was going to talk to the victim and for him to stay with me. He agreed to her plan and she walked off. He stood there silent for a minute or two before he asked me what other guns were in the house. I told them there were two others and described them to him. Grabbing me by the upper arm he told me to take him to them.

The cop was tall, maybe six foot, six two and his grip on my arm was tight. I knew it was going to leave marks in no time. Still cuffed, still bound by his hand, I led him into the house and to my bedroom where I keep my guns. As we breached the threshold of my bedroom and walked inside, I heard the door shut behind us and my heart dropped. I didn't know why he shut the door but my mind flew through all the possible reasons and none of them were good.

Just inside my room, on the same wall as the door, is were my dresser is, and my bed is centered on an adjacent wall about eight feet in and a flat screen TV hanging on the wall opposite of my bed.

We were standing face to face at the end of my bed, his back to the TV on the wall. I started to move towards the closet where I keep my gun safe and he stopped me.

“I thought you wanted to see my guns sir?” I asked with a trembling jaw.

“I don't care about your fucking guns!” he said in a very assertive voice, “that's not why I brought you in here.” Suddenly that alternative started seeming very real to me. I thought to myself “HE is going to say I made a move for a gun and shoot me!”

That's when he started to unbuckle his utility belt. As the end of the belt slid out of the buckle and down his hips, he walked over and placed it on my dresser. He walked back over to me and kicked the back of my knees to make me fall.

No gun, he wasn't going to shoot me raced through my mind as I realized he was unfastening his pants. “If you want out of this mess, you're gonna blow me.” he stated matter of factly as he slid his pants down off of his hips and to his knees.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you fucking crazy, I'll have your badge!” I snapped as I struggled to get back to my feet.

Pushing me back down to my knees in front of him, he rubbed his soft penis on my cheek and told me that I was going to suck his dick and I was going to enjoy it.

“There is no way in Hell I am gonna suck your dick! Get me the fuck out of this room, NOW!” I commanded to no avail. The more I talked the more he rubbed the head of his now hardening cock on my mouth.

Hands cuffed, on my knees in front of a half naked cop was not how I expected my day to start out! But here I was and here we were and my mouth was being rammed with the soft tip of a fully erect penis! I tried to turn my head away several times but he just rubbed it across my cheek. I could feel the slimy wetness of what I decided was his pre-cum as he rubbed it across my face.

Then it hit my mouth again. It was salty and when he pulled back I could see a string of ooze that ran from my lip to the slit on his cock. I knew I wasn't getting out of this. Begrudgingly as he rammed against my closed mouth one more time, I opened my lips just a little and let a piece of his head come inside.

“Atta boy!” he said claiming victory over me and my mouth.

My lips were dry as I opened my mouth for him to invade me. As he slid back out I could feel the dry contact between my bottom lip and his cock. The second time he went in, there was a little more moisture between my lips and his shaft.

I closed my mouth around his cock somewhere in the middle. I remember thinking it was thick as it hit the back of my throat and made me gag. As I was trying to pull off and catch my breath, he grabbed the back of my head and forced me back on for a few seconds. I thought I was going to choke to death when he slid my head back off him.

“Now, do it right!” he demanded. And I submitted to him.

With my lips wrapped around his thick penis and my head clumsily bobbing back and forth, I could here his enjoyment coming through his breathing. After a few minutes, he pulled himself out of my mouth and commanded me to lick his balls. His pubes were long and wiry and his sack tasted salty like sweat, but I followed orders.

“You're a natural fucking cock whore!” he declared as my tongue slid across his hairy nut sack. “Back in.” as he guided his cock back in my mouth with his hand.

Holding both sides of my head with his big hands he steadied my clumsiness and guided me how he wanted me to bob. I hadn't noticed before, but at some point I shifted positions on my knees and I felt my own cock was tight inside my pajama pants as I started finding rhythm in giving him a blow job.

“Nope,” he stated, “not like this!” as he pulled his shaft back out of my mouth. “I am not cumming like this;”

I was surprised to find myself feeling a little disappointed but I was also not sure what he meant by “like this”.

He reached under my arms and stood me back up instantly noticing my hard cock pushing out against my thin cotton pajamas. “Oh, you like that don't you?” he questioned. “You do like sucking cock!”

I didn't say anything, I didn't nod. I also didn't deny that he was speaking some kind of truth. I had seemed to enjoy in.

The cop grabbed my cock through my pajamas and shook it. “You are a cock whore!” he said as he ripped my pajamas down and freeing my hardness. He gripped again and started stoking me. I won't lie, it felt good. And he knew it by the sounds escaping my mouth.

He pushed me back onto my bed and I felt pain shoot up both of my shoulders from the pressure of my body on my oddly positioned, cuffed hands, but he didn't care. He ripped my pants down over my ankles and pushed my legs up in the air. That's when I felt one of the most amazing things I have ever felt in my life, his tongue flicking against my hole.

It sent shock waves through my body as he tickled my rim. His hot saliva, the pressure against my ass was amazing. I could feel his spit drooling down my own sack and over my hole. Then I felt something push inside of me. I couldn't see because of the position he held my legs but I was sure his tongue just invaded my butt hole.

He stayed about his business for a few minutes sending me in a moaning fit, then I felt a new feeling. His finger pushed up inside my ass. “I'm gonna loosen you up.” as he twisted his finger around my sphincter. With each thrust in, I could feel my cock flexing to match his movement. Then a second finger of his big hand spread me open even more.

Withdrawing his fingers from my inside, I felt more warm spit hit my vulnerable hole and his finger rubbing it around as he stood up. “I am gonna fuck you so good. Your hole is so tight, Imma bust inside you quick!” he boasted proudly as I felt pressure against my hole one more time.

With the head of his thick cock against my ass, he began his assault. The pain was breathtaking as he buried himself inside of me. I wiggled and pushed trying to get away, but with my legs in the air against his shirted chest, I couldn't get away. Buried deep inside, he stopped for a minute before he slid back out until I could feel his head pushing against my rim and back in stopping at full stroke.

The pain was still there, but not as intense as he slowly withdrew again while letting out a sigh. On the third attack the pain was starting to be overtaken by a wave of pleasure. And after a dozen strokes, there was no pain, only pleasure as he continued to fuck me.

We were about five minutes into him ram rodding me when his motion changed. He stopped. He held him pelvis against my ass and was motionless. I wasn't ready to stop. I wanted more. I began moving my hips and milking his cock. I could feel it growing inside me. And I could feel him start to throb. I knew he was about to cum, and I wanted it. Once he hit the point of no return, he started thrusting again. This time, instead of fast short strokes in and out of me, he started taking long, slow and deep thrusts and his breathing changed.

With a muffled grunt, he let it go. I felt the convulsions of his cock inside me and as he continued to fuck me, I could feel his hot cum pushing out of me and running down my ass crack.

He pulled out of me and reached down and picked up my pajama pants to clean himself off with and got dressed leaving me half naked, rock hard on my bed. Strapping his utility belt back around his waist, he fumbled with some keys and pulled me up off of my bed. He turned me around and pushed me back on the bed and began unlatching the handcuffs.

Once I was free, he left the room with a command to get dressed and be outside in three minutes. “Yes sir” I followed.

After getting dressed and walking back out the front door, I noticed the white car was gone and he was talking to his partner through the window of the squad car; She looked over to me with a smirk that said she knew what happened and was ok with it. He nodded to her and walked back over to me.

“I own you now! You better know that! I will be back, that was great!” he informed me as he walked my back towards my front door.

All I could say, all he expected me to say was “Yes sir.”