One day I was cruising along the highway in a Mercedes convertible I had just purchased. It was a secluded rural country road, and I was enjoying my ride when I approached a speed trap that Mr. Deputy Dog was lying in wait. Before I knew it, the sirens and lights of the patrol car were soon following me. I pulled over, and I got my first glimpse of Officer Smith. He was an imposing figure, decked out in his brown sheriff's uniform, with his thick muscles straining the fabric.
With a smirk he said, "Get out of the car sir." The "sir" was said very sarcastically. I had my license and registration ready, which he took, then pushed me against the car. "Cone on spread 'em," he said loudly. His huge hands began to frisk me roughly causing a slight tear on the sleeve of the silk shirt I was wearing. He laughingly said, "Oh, sorry dear," even more sarcastically than the first time. He literally picked me up and turned me around and ordered me to get down on my knees with my hands behind my head, as if I was posing such a threat to him. "You're probably used to this position," he said as he stood directly in front of me. I fought back a tear knowing that all this has to be a mistake. I knelt on the hard gravel road while the deputy took his time checking my license. Eventually, he came back with a ticket in hand and again reached down and pulled me to my feet. I took the ticket and turned toward the car, but I felt his hand grab my arm.
"I didn't say you could go, fag. You city faggots get off too easy with just a fine. I want you to remember that you're driving through 'my town' and I'm not through with you yet. Strip!
I looked at him dumbfoundedly. I couldn't believe he would make me strip out here on the open road.
"I said, Strip!" He commanded. "Or I'll be forced to help you!" I really didn't have a choice, so I did. Embarrassing as it was I stood there totally naked in front of him. "What a sad sight," he said mockingly, purposely flexing his crossed arms. He grabbed my clothes and threw them in my car and gave me a hard push and said, "Go on, get the hell out of my town, and to add insult to injury, he followed through with a swift kick to my exposed ass. Naked, I jumped into the car and drove away.
That was the most horrifying experience of my life. I never imagined that I would be treated that way just because I was suspected of being gay. Well, I composed myself when I got home, and decided something had to be done.
I had the advantage of being extremely wealthy, my entire family was provided with a generous trust fund set up by my grandparents. I decided to use my resources to see what could be done to right this violation. All the lawyers and officials told me the same thing, "Just pay the ticket and forget that this unfortunate incident ever happened." I was not satisfied with this advice and I was determined to get justice.
I guess I had always had a Napoleon Complex. I was physically small, and I envied men with greater strength and stature. My recent trauma and humiliation at the hands of a burly straight man didn't help this complex. I had, however enjoyed situations where a smaller man had the authority over a physically superior man. This was a long-time fantasy that now might become a reality as I thought of my revenge.
I told my friends of what had happened to me, many of whom had connections in very high places. One friend told me of an elite organization called Fantasy Inc. It was one of those private companies that if you had to ask what the fee was, you couldn't afford it. Fortunately, I didn't have to ask. I was assured that all the high priced fantasies had no boundaries or limits and that satisfaction was guaranteed.
I spent weeks working with the representative from Fantasy Inc. to find this big bully. Finally he was found. His name was Jake Smith. He was 32, 6'4" and 250 lbs. of pure muscle. He was honorably discharged from the Special Forces branch of the marines, and was currently working as a deputy sheriff in a small southern hick town. Upon reviewing his file, I noticed he had several warnings on his record for excessive force, especially toward gay men who traveled through "his" town. He was big, tough, and an asshole. I was looking forward to breaking this big man, and the next time he utters the word "fag" a "Sir" would follow it!
One night the plan was set into action. A letter of resignation, forged with Jake's signature was in the mail, and a note accompanying his last month's rent said that he had decided to move west. Hidden in the shrubs surrounding Jake's home was the extraction team armed with a tranquilizer gun. When Jake returned home after his shift, the next thing he will remember will be waking up in a dark cell, still in uniform and chained upright in a spread-eagled position. Soon the retribution and training will begin.
Actually a day had passed before Jake regained consciousness. He had been transported out of the country to the headquarters of Fantasy Inc. It was an immense mansion suited for the various fantasies of its guests. The guest's suites were all equipped with a video monitor so at any time of the day or night the progress of the subject could be viewed. There were also secret passages with two-way mirrors so guests could personally see their subjects. Of course, at any time personal contact was possible.
I decided to view Jake from the comfort of my suite on the monitor. He looked so outraged as he yelled and strained on his chains. The first part of my plan involved conditioning Jake to accept his fate and follow directions. This involved two members of the team to regularly enter Jake's cell, while still bound, and interrogate him on worthless questions. When he didn't cooperate he would be punished with a leather strap or a cattle prod on various parts of his huge body. Eventually, after enough pain to wear him down, he started to cooperate with his inquisitors, but he had not yet been broken. I enjoyed seeing him squirm as the prod was placed on his inner thigh and zapped. I delighted in the way he tried to avoid the strap as it stung his ass. Over and over again the process continued until he answered every question properly and respectfully. During the next few days, Jake was unchained and allowed to eat bland, but nutritious meals. I especially wanted him to maintain his excellent physique, so I ordered that he should be forced to work out in the gym under the supervision of the team members armed with the usual strap and cattle prod. After a week of this routine, Jake actually started to look even better than before, if that was at all possible. His attitude was even starting to improve. I felt that it was time for me to meet him for the second time, under very different circumstances.
For my assured safety, I had him fitted with an electronic collar that when triggered would send varying debilitating charges of pain throughout his body. I would have the control; the size of a ring on my hand at all times. This way, if I felt he was not cooperating, as I hoped he wouldn't, I could control his hulking strength. I informed the team of my wishes, and I wanted Jake clothed only in tight, white jockey shorts, and his collar of course. My eyes were glued to the monitor when he was told to strip out of his uniform.
It was time for me to enter his cell. Immediately he sensed someone's presence and leapt to his feet and stood at attention. His week of training had its desired effect. I confidently walked up to this giant and circled slowly around him. I admired his greatly improved physique. I reached up and brushed the brown curly hair on his massive chest, and he flinched. I touched the ring and a wave of pain radiated from his neck and spread to his entire body. In a second he was writhing in agony at my feet. I released the trigger, and the pain stopped. "I didn't tell you to move, did I?" I asked.
"No sir, I'm sorry sir," was his response as he stood up and resumed his rigid stance.
"The next time I have to punish you, I'll double the strength," I warned. "Now, let's see what we have," I purred as I let my hands wander all over his magnificent body. I squeezed the hard muscles of his arms and poked the six-pack abs. I found myself drawn to the huge bulge hidden behind the stretched jockey shorts. I indulged myself. I grabbed a handful of his crotch and squeezed it hard. I looked up at his face, and noticed the only movement he made was to swallow. He didn't even avert his eyes. I was pleased with his training. Even though I had my powerful ring, I wanted something more physical to direct my captive deputy. I brought in a riding crop, and swiftly smacked his ass. He tensed, but he didn't move. "Drop, and give me a hundred, deputy," I ordered. He dropped into push up position and started to count out the ordered amount. I stood behind him and added, "Spread your legs while you do them." He spread his thick legs apart. I used my crop and whipped his inner thigh saying, "spread them wider, deputy, I want to see that big package between your legs while you're doing your push ups." As Jake rose and fell in cadence, I used my crop to whack his ass as it rose, and with an up swing, I smacked his balls as he dropped. I heard his labored breathing and an occasional grunt as my crop descended on his body. At one hundred, he stopped in the up position and awaited my next command.
I told him to get on his hands and knees. He was so big; it didn't take much imagination to picture him as a prize stallion. I reached down and ripped the jockeys from his body, and exposed a long thick _c_o_c_k_ connected to a set of huge balls. Again I ran my hands over his body, teasing the exposed genitals of this hunk. I grabbed a thin cord of leather and told him to open his mouth. I mounted him like a horse and used the leather cord as reins. With one hand I whipped his ass and thighs with the riding crop, while I directed his movement with the reins. I urged him left, then right, all the while making him crawl faster by the sting of the crop. The movement of his muscular back under my crotch was getting me very hot. I led him over to a set of old fashion stocks made of solid oak. I envisioned his thick wrists and neck firmly secured in a kneeling position with his thighs spread wide just waiting for whatever I decided would come next.
To be continued........