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36.Forced Entry

Forced Entry (Story)

I was always attracted to a man in uniform. I surmised it was because when I was a kid, all military men had to wear their uniforms when on leave or shore duty. Of course there were always the firemen and police. I assumed it was the "hero" effigy we all looked up to.

One year when I was living in an apartment complex in Oakland, I would see two or more city motorcycle policemen coming and going from the building almost every day. They seemed friendly enough but always were in too much a hurry to stop and chat.

One nice day I was sunning myself by the pool, when two of the policemen living here, walk by the pool area as they were leaving the building. I recognized one of the men I had encountered in the sauna room the previous week. When we were alone, I had the honor of sucking his cock. He walked by the pool, looked over the girls, spoke and flirted with a few of them then walked on. He also saw me sitting there in the sun, looked at me, smiled and spoke.

"Hey, buddy. How’s it going today?"

I was rather surprised but pleased with the recognition. He looked impressive in his tailored policeman’s uniform; and a bit cocky and sure of himself, but I liked that too.

That same evening I was coming in from dinner at a local restaurant, when he pulled up on his motorcycle in front of the apartment building. I stopped to watch him park his hog on the sidewalk parking spot. He knew I was observing him, and he slowly took off his biker glasses, helmet and leather riding gloves. He lifted one leg over the cycle and stood. He was a ‘stud’ and he knew it! I knew my mouth must have been open and my face flush red. I was in awe at his manly appearance. He nodded directly at me and spoke.

"Which apartment are you in, Buddy?"

I said “208 Sir!” He squinted his eyes, and spoke to me in a deep demanding voice.

"Meet me there in about 10 minutes."

Then he turned his back to me and started locking up his hog. I was in a state of shock at his sudden demand and froze on the spot. He turned, looked at me still standing there and repeated once again in a louder commanding voice and said.

“I said 10 minutes!” Then he went back to his bike.

I quickly opened the apartment gates and rushed up the stairs to my apartment to make sure that everything was in order. I was breathless when I arrived. I recalled how handsome he was that day in the sauna, and how exciting it was when he gave me his load of cum. I didn’t realize he was a cop at that time. I could feel my heart beating faster, and my face glowed hot with excitement. I trembled with anticipation of a repeat encounter with this motorcycle policeman.

Shortly there was a knock at the door. I hesitated for a second, took a deep breath, and composed myself before opening the door. There he stood in full Oakland city cop uniform; knee high biker boots, leather jacket, dark blue pants, black belt and gun…the whole 9 yards. He had replaced his safety helmet and glasses after he had secured his bike. He was so hot looking. ‘What a hunk’! I thought to myself.

"Come in." I stuttered.

I said nervously, as he swaggered into my entranceway door. The heels on his black, highly polished boots made a tapping noise on the tile as he walked into my apartment.

"Am I under arrest?" I said jokingly.

He did not smile, but sternly looked into my face, reached around his hip to quickly obtain his handcuffs and said.

"If that’s the way you want it." He said firmly, as he advanced to me, and forcibly shoved my body against the wall.

He immediately began giving me a body search; roughly feeling me up and down, reaching to my crotch area and groped my hard cock. He yanked my hands down from the wall, and placed the handcuffs on my wrists.

I was excited, yet nervous about this dramatic scene. I had never been in this situation before. I have always been in control, but right now, I was at this hunk’s mercy. He leaned his body into me and once again groped my hard cock.

"What’s this, cocksucker, you got a hard on? He asked.

I nodded to my dominant master and muttered. “Yes Sir.”

He roughly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down over my hips. They fell to my ankles. I was wearing no shorts, so there I stood with a hard on, my hands handcuffed behind my back, and my ‘bowling ball butt at his exposure.

He was still wearing his leather gloves and started pulling on my balls with one hand as he manipulated my 7-½ inch cock with his other gloved hand. He removed his helmet, dropped it on the floor, embraced me, and roughly and planted a deep hard kiss on my mouth. This maneuver caught me off balance and I fell hard against the wall. He roughly turned me around, and pushed my face against the wall, leaving my bare ass at his exposure. He placed one of his fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck on it. When his finger was wet from my saliva, he placed it next to my asshole. I flinched. I had never been fucked before so this made me very tense.

"Oh? You’re still a virgin, cocksucker? Well perhaps we should change this. What do you think? Do you think I should shove my hard cock up your virgin asshole?"

I felt uncertain as his leather-clad hands caressed my backside and buttocks. He wet his finger once again and started to explore the opening of my anus. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, positioned himself behind me and spread my buttocks. He massaged my asshole with his leather-clad finger, and then he lunged forward and plunged his hot wet tongue into my asshole. It felt rapturous and he was sensational. His hot moist tongue rapidly lapped my hole and I began to relax and take pleasure in it.

He stood suddenly, turned me back to his face, and kissed me once more. He placed his strong hands to my shoulder and shoved me to my knees. I was still in the handcuffs as he pulled my face into his crotch. I could smell and taste the uniform pants he was wearing. He held my face close as he un-zipped his pants. I was anticipating the next move.

He opened his uniform pants, pulled out his hard member encircled by a tight fitting silver cock ring. He released his balls so I could lick them as I would his cock. He guided my face to his large hard prick, and enforced me to suck him. I couldn’t do anything except use my lips and tongue. I swirled his salty juices around in my mouth, tasting his pre-cum as well as the manly sweat from his balls. I assumed I was doing a good job considering, but he pulled away and pulled me back up to my feet.

I was turned around once more and placed with my head against the wall as he kicked my legs further apart. I had managed to get one leg out of my jeans so I could maneuver better. He firmly grabbed my buttocks and spread them apart once more, and then moved his finger down to my wet asshole. He placed his leather-clad finger up my ass. I cringed and whimpered with the sudden pain, but after a quick massage, he withdrew his finger and replaced it with the head of his wet cock. Once he found the entry, he slowly, but forcibly entered my asshole. This cop was raping me. It hurt like hell when he first entered, but he continued until it gradually slid all the way in. I cringed and started to yell out, but he put his leather glove over my mouth muffling my sounds. He stopped his actions for just a short time then he began to move his hot cock in my aching asshole. I was still hurting but the tenderness began to subside as he moved. My asshole was becoming accustomed to his entry. I tried to relax as he kept shoving in and out. I held on for dear life. I had no choice but to let him rape me. I started to feel more stimulating sensation and less pain. I became more excited once again, and my cock started to get hard as he manipulated my ‘hard on’ with his one hand while he fucked me and used my body for his pleasure.

He placed his leather-clad hands to each of my buttocks as he pulled me into his protruding stiff cock. I could feel his big balls hitting against my asshole and occasionally the hard feel of his cock ring. In-between lunges, he would smack my bare buttocks, first on one cheek, then the other. The sting of the leather stung at first but after a few hits I found it stimulating. He would spit on his cock as it entered my hole giving us more lubrication. His breathing became heavier as he pounded away at my sensitive but willing raped ass.

He was now building up a faster rhythm as I backed into my intruder to satisfy him. I could feel his cock starting to swell. Then he lunged several times harder into my tender hole, and began releasing his manly sperm deep into my ass. I was just beginning to enjoy the rough fucking, but I knew it would soon come to an end. He kept his cock buried in me as he jacking on my throbbing cock until I released my cum filled balls all over the wall and floor. Some of it even splattered on his boots. I almost slithered to the floor in pleasure.

He pulled his soggy cock out of my hole and wiped it against my buttocks. He forced me around again, as I fell to the floor with my legs now crossed. I was eye level with his crotch. He guided his wet cock, now dripping with his manly sperm and my body juices, and forced it between my lips.

"Clean off my cock, you cock sucking, asshole." he snarled to me.

I licked his cock and balls until they were clean, and then he forced me to take it all the way down my throat. I could hardly breathe, and I gagged. He released me. I came up for air and realized his cock was firm and ready to go again. He began to impel his cock into my mouth again and I willingly received him. After a short, but pleasurable few moments of time, he gasps and started to cum again. During the excitement, his gushing cock slipped from my mouth and his remaining cum squirted on my face and lips. I continued to savor the remainder of his sperm and proceeded to milk down his shaft. He stood there enjoying the few moments of his last orgasm, and then stepped back a couple of feet to adjust his pants and put his cock back in his uniform. He looked down at his boots and discovered some of the cum had splattered from our orgasms. He looked annoyed with me, gripped my head and forced me down to his boots.

"You fucking punk! You came on my boot! Now you are required to lick off all your spunk and shine that boot with your hair. Now get to work, pig! Damn you cocksucker!"

I quickly began licking the cum from his boot and ...
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