This is a real email I sent to someone the other night, and I found it complete enough to share in this forum. Some of the content is speculative and not meant to imply truth. This is an interpretive work, not to be taken iterally. Although it is a "fantasy" work, and all the usual warnings and caviots apply, it is a scene I've repeated numerous times in real life, but that is not interpreted to mean I or anyone else is soliciting this kind of scenario without observing the strict code of safe/sane/consentual. Naturally, if gay material of an erotic nature disturbs you, you should not read further. Additionally, if the laws of your state or jurisdiction ban this kind of material, you should also close this story now. Readers should be 21 years or older to read this - if you are not, again, CLOSE THIS WINDOW and install some kind of adult screening software immediately so you or anyone not of legal age cannot access material of this kind.
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OK? OK. Here we go...
Ok, pussyboy!
Did you do the assignment I gave you? No. That's what I _f_u_c_k_in thought. _s_h_i_t_, I see your type every god_d_a_m_n_ day - all "oh, yes, 'daddy', do it to me - oh yeah - PLEASE do it to me..." _f_u_c_k_! It raises my Irish, among other things. Once in a blue moon I really do get the opportunity to do to them what I can hear your lil fag voice begging for right now thru yer e-mails. Bet yer real Dad never gave you the kind of discipline you really need, did he? Neither did yer gym coach or principal, I bet. Thought so. Can smell it 3,000 miles away. Bet yer lil fag dick is hard, too. Ya know, I get REAL pissed off that Dad's and schools just can't dish out what a boy REALLY needs growin up - a good, hard, man-to-man private woodshed spanking. Nowadays, you raise a hand to a kid, and it's the ol 911 trick.
Hey, I ain't no old fart, by any means. 45, but you'd never guess it to look at me, and you know it! That's right, punk. Old enuf to grow the kind of mean looking stache that reeks authority, and have the _f_u_c_k_in guts to back it up! Wanna know a nasty lil secret, boy? Most every cop I know and work with who has a mustache digs spankin' boys. True, kid. They either spank their boys at home or spank assholes like you. Think about THAT the next time yer cruisin down the highway and you see that trooper's black and white with the flashers goin...heh heh heh...
I _f_u_c_k_in wish you were within arm's reach of me right now - I'd throw you over my knee so fast you'd never even know what was happening. _s_h_i_t_, you'd have yer faggot mind on my looks and presence, and I could blind-side you so god_d_a_m_n_ easy - talk about a piece of cake! Ya know, punk, cops like me can just sniff yer type out in a heartbeat! See, I'm the kind of cop who really digs a kid's submission, and there's no better way to make sure a kid's never gonna forget the punishment than to feel his lil faggot boner hard and pounding against my uniformed trousers, pressed nice and hard into my muscular thigh, and get yer mind so confused you can't believe it yerself. Bet you'd dig that, wouldn't ya, kid. Get ya looking over your shoulder at me, while yer bent over my knee, watchin' my smirk as I adjust ya a bit, take off my keepers, and whip that duty belt off my hips. I can just tell you'd be scared and turned on at the same time, checkin out how tight my uniform clings to my bod.
Yeah, it's tough havin the pecs I got - _s_h_i_t_, the Sarge gets so PO'd over my chest bulging out my shirt, but it's hell finding a less "intimidating" size for me, so he just lets it go. Guess he thinks maybe showin all that brawn might just keep you lil twerps in line. Can't help the chest hairs pokin out the neckline of my t-shirt either - just the way the good lord made me - all male, pal. all male. Bet I could make you squrim like a catfish on a hook, boy, takin that long, deep look over yer shoulder as you lay helpless over my knee!
I can tell you'd also dig seein yer meek lil boyface reflected in my sunglasses, and just below that the thick, burly mustache all mean cops grow just to put a _f_u_c_k_up like you in his place. Yeah, boy, think about it - yer scared-_s_h_i_t_less lil gasping boy face just above that tough, virile, cop mustache - yeah, you'd KNOW who the man was! Watch me while I savor the feel of that 2 1/4" wide belt bein doubled up...raise that strap over my right shoulder, and sneer back at ya, watchin you go from lust to shock as you see what's comin...and those biceps, boy - they're there to show ya just a hint of what the "long arm of the law" can do to yer butt - bet yer lil fag dick would stay hard as a rock as I get ready to administer what you want so _d_a_m_n_ badly...I can already see you turning your head away, ashamed, put in yer place by this here big, hairy cop, all the while I'm sneering down at yer helpless ass, feeling your dick throb on my uniform, waiting...waiting...feels good to me - how bout you, _f_u_c_k_wad?
Couple of rugged tugs at the belt to tighten the weapon, snapping it cruelly as you lay there... I command you to take it, get ready for it, and order you to shut the _f_u_c_k_ up. I'd also growl at ya real deep and masculine as I hiss around the lighted stogie hangin out the corner of my mouth that the only sound I wanna hear is the slap of that strap against yer lilly white boy ass...I really get a mean, nasty kick outta taking charge of discipline, especially spankin' one like you who needs it so bad...you'd like that chuckle, wouldn't ya, boy...you know that sadistic chucle real men dish out to wimps like you...
You'd hear the whoosh of air first as I swoop that god_d_a_m_n_ supple black leather belt down at 75 mph thru the air, full force, from over my shoulder to the contact with yer fanny...THWACK! That first one'll make ya jump, I can guarantee it! See, us cops are trained into getting complete compiance from a _f_u_c_k_up, so I pride myself with the force and skill I can use to strap a boy's naked ass. That first jump'd make you jerk hard against the rough fabric of my bike trousers - and kid, I KNOW yer _f_u_c_k_in dick would be rubbin HARD! A whole series of belt strappin's, making you jerk and squirm over my hot lap, makin it look like yer god_d_a_m_n_ dry-humpin the stud-cop who's spanking yer fag ass. Bet yer dick'd respond to that, am I right, pal? You, over my knee, takin'the spankin' of a lifetime, yer lil fanny front and center, yer face hangin' low over the chair, bumpin' against my tall motorcycle boots, smelling that shiny cop leather...I got a good rhythm when I strap ass, had lots of experience with it, and I really dig the response that wide, department-issue strap from around my tight abs has - on yer ass, and on yer dick. Maybe 20-30 straps of that gun belt, and I'd have you learnin' yer lesson REAL good!
If I don't get the "response" I expect after that, I can bank on the training a select few of us cops have been lucky enuf to have had - the ol' biker glove on the ass. Kid, you'd be tryin so hard to get up, embarrassed as hell and hurtin like scalding water, but I'd command you with such miuscle-bound brashness, you'd be my willing victim, you can take that to the bank! Course, I can always hold ya down with my other gloved hand, either on yer back, or just grab ya by that lil dick of yers - you ain't goin nowhere bein held that way! Maybe if you turn my crank, you just might be lucky enough to feel my big cop _c_o_c_k_ growing down my left leg, beating harshly and commandingly thru my uniform. Yeah, boy, that always wins em over! And, I'm pretty _d_a_m_n_ed skilled in getting you to respond to the long arm of the law, spankin the _s_h_i_t_ out of yer butt cheeks, and the occasional mean, macho slap to yer tight asshole. Picture that, boy - me, the big, butch, motorcycke cop, my stache sneering down at ya while I slap that skin-tight black leather glove over and over on yer tight, pink asshole, my bull _c_o_c_k_ dominating yer penis as I spank the _s_h_i_t_ outta ya! Spankin ya _c_o_c_k_ to _c_o_c_k_. I'd order you that you'd better not soil my uniform, but I know deep inside you couldn't help it - that's just the kinda cop I am! I just seem to have that effect when I spank, especially when I'm decked out in uniform. I'd make sure you get the message, too - I'd be growlin out the cuss words, hissin around my cigar, wwhile I take my pleasure spankin ya. Think 5 minutes would be enough of a spanking, kid? Or maybe you need more, huh! Maybe 10 - 15 - think you could take all that SPANK SPANK SPANK, the sound of that leather glove slappin yer bare butt as cruel and nasty as the feeling itself? _d_a_m_n_, boy, how long have you been fantasizing about that very thing - a big, brutal cop spankin, smokin, cussin and sneering over you?
I'd bark at ya to moan, let it all out, and hear yer whimpers and screams turn kinda weird-like, out of control, under my command, and then it would happen, as it always seems to when I get to dishin' out my own brand of discipline - SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT! Can't ya just feel it, kid - you spoogin' all over my thick unyielding cop _c_o_c_k_ while I spank ya and spank ya..._f_u_c_k_, with a law-breaker like you, I bet I could even HEAR the individual squishes comin out yer dick! I like to lean over when my victim cums, brushin' my stache real firm-like up to yer ear, ticklin that flesh with my burly masculine face hair, the mustache ride from hell - me chuckling deep in my throat, egging yer hard orgasm on as only a REAL man can. Once ya squirt hard over and over on my trousers, big, hard, thick gobs of boycum splattin like mucousy juice on my thigh, I'd just dump ya on the ground while you were still hyperventilating, command ya to look up at my mean, macho, dominating face, and then order you to lick up yer mess. Are you down there on yer knees, lookin up at me and hell - are you worhiping my body, looks, and spanking skill? I think you are - heh heh heh!
Now, cause of the position you were in, shucks if you didn't squirt all over my 10" _c_o_c_k_ (and yeah, faggot, it really is that size).
As ya lick, over and over, cleaning up yer mess, well, what's an officer to do...hell, that kinda cleaning on a biker cop's hard rod is just a bit too stimulating, especially after a hard day on the Harley...that mix of oil, grease, road, and crotch sweat just getting ya crazy, and yer clean-up becomes a bit more forceful - and, darn it all, ain't it a shame, I'd just HAVE to release a lil tension and let out a deep, growl from the depths of hell, and spew bolt after bolt of hot, mean cop cum all through my trouser leg...jet after jet with the force of a firehose - all that strong, macho police spunk...yeah, boy - my grunts comin in sync with each throb of that mighty pussy-rippin nightstick runnin more than halfway down those tight breeches of mine. Course, I can't "possibly" tell what is your mess and what is mine, so I have ta order you to keep cleaning - can't be seen with yer _f_u_c_k_in mess on my uniform, can I? _s_h_i_t_, the chicks I _f_u_c_k_ and the guys I hang with just can't be allowed to yer "accident" - can't see THIS cop with soiled pants from you creamin on em during a spanking...So ya lick, and lick, and gulp, and gulp - there's probably alot of tension built up in my loins after that hard day at work, setting punks like you on the right path - bet yer tounge just goes numb, licking and licking as more and more hot cop cum seeps thru my trousers...more butch cum than you'll ever seen in those fag-ass movies you watch, huh, slut.
Yer crotch is probably hard again, can't help yerself, can ya, pussyboy...yer ass flaming from the spanking I gave ya, the smell of tobacco and copsweat swirlin around yer dizzy pea-brain, and your lil tounge rubbed raw trying to suck up my cum load, and I'll bet you'd be humpin my big, 18 inch-high Dehner ridin boots, yer prick squeaking submissively against the slick, hard leather - and I guess you know the outcome there, dontcha, kid. Wouldn't be the first time I got a "spit-shine" on the job, and you know it sure as hell won't be the last...Ya want that cold, metal barrel of my .38 rubbin the crack of yer ass, the steel of my gun forcin it's way into yer spanked asshole to spur ya on - sure ya do, boy...sure ya do...
Sweet dreams, _f_u_c_k_er! I'll see you in court!
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