A mall security guard, off duty police officer and their boss suffer through intense humiliation when their intended jock victim turns the tables on the homophobic straight men in this new story by Richard with art by Mr Christian X.
Corrupt Security Guards And Their Boss Get The Tables Turned - Page 1
By Richard
Cocky uniformed security guard Officer Nash Hunter was making his rounds around Prescott’s Department Store where he worked as part of its “loss prevention team” i.e., to prevent loss of merchandise due to theft by shoplifting.
The 25-year-old Officer Nash Hunter was in hot pursuit of a young shoplifter, apparently a high school jock based on the fact that he was wearing a letterman’s jacket from the local high school. Officer Hunter had earlier observed the high school jock pilfering a few items from the costume jewelry section of the store on the CCTVs in his loss prevention office, items he had seen the perpetrator’s apparent girlfriend admire before the apparent girlfriend left with a group of her friends. Officer Hunter now went in for “the kill” to drag the perpetrator to his very private loss prevention office where he conducted his “investigations” with his modus operandi being to threaten to call the real police and/or the dude’s parents if the perps didn’t admit their crime and often
deliberately humiliated them to “pay for” their crime in order to be set free.
Officer Hunter therefore literally collared the young perpetrator by the scruff of his neck, grabbing the collar of the tee shirt the young jock wore under the high school letterman’s jacket and roughly “escorted” the protesting youth to his private loss prevention office. Officer Hunter found the stolen item in the perp’s backpack, and after examining the backpack for further items and finding nothing placed the perp’s backpack on the far end of his huge desk.
In the past, Officer Hunter had amused himself by forcing female shoplifters to have sex with him in his private loss prevention office under threats of jail that would never have panned out in reality due to the small amount of dollar loss involved, but that scared the young women to death so that they would do “anything” to avoid having the police or their parents called. But with the “me too” movement underway, Officer Hunter had curtailed his hobby of forcing the female suspects to let him fuck and sodomize them under the false threat of the actual police. Moreover, one of the “bitches” was a smartass who “knew her rights” and that the dollar amount of her theft would not warrant being taken to jail and had the balls to threaten the officer himself with reporting his attempted rape to the store and the police. Luckily, his letting her go without further incident never led to any repercussions but it made the studly young officer think twice before he ever tried that again.
However, Officer Hunter had a huge sex drive that his girlfriend often refused to satisfy, leaving him frequently “blue-balled.” Officer Hunter loved the power he had over all the perpetrators male and female and discovered to his amazement that it was actually easier to trap dumb straight guys who (like himself) were totally homophobic and “hated fags” into being forced to strip on cam and then give him blowjobs and rimjobs under threat of calling the police or their parents. Officer Hunter drew the line at fucking a fellow straight dude as “too gay” but
got a kick out of forcing fellow straights to suck his cock, kiss the biceps he was so proud of, even forced one disgusted perp to loudly stick out his tongue and lick and suck on the butch law enforcement officer’s
hair-haloed nips until they stood up like little dicks the way his girlfriend had done once, tongue the sweat out of his hairy armpits, and praise his musculature “like a fag,” causing the buff officer to arch his hairy chest and moan with lust as that sent a chill down his manly spine, and then lick his balls and ass until he blasted his load in their face, sometimes forcing them to jack off on cam as well to further humiliate them and for blackmail material never to tell what happened.
Officer Hunter would never have let an “actual fag” get anywhere near him thinking they were “full of diseases” but was perfectly OK with forcing fellow straights to service him, then using the tapes of their forced homosexual acts to swear his fellow homophobes into secrecy about the whole thing. Officer Hunter figured it was only fair since he magnanimously let the perps go after they did everything he demanded, laughing as they scrambled to get away.
The cocky, power-mad Officer Hunter had every intention of totally humiliating this latest young perp, since he was obviously a conceited jock used to getting his way with the gaggle of cheerleader types like his girlfriend who had just admired what he had just stolen for her. It would be fun to make the big-man-on-campus stud crawl bareass around his office, bark like a dog, and then be forced to beg to and then actually suck the officer’s dick, kiss his ass and whatever else the corrupt security guard could think of to humiliate a fellow straight homophobe and get his rocks off in the process!
The perp turned out to be one Duke Martin, 18, a high school senior and football player at the local high school. The 6-foot-tall, dirty-blond- haired jock Duke protested that he could easily pay for the costume jewelry, that he was from a wealthy family and to please just let him go. This was music to Officer Hunter’s ears who lectured the privileged jock at length about the error of his ways and how he could call the cops and his parents “just like that” with a snap of his arrogant fingers. Duke begged the officer not to do that and wasn’t there some other way to resolve this?”
Officer Hunter informed Duke that he first had to check that Duke was not concealing any other merchandise on his person and that he would have to be frisked and thoroughly searched.
Seeing no alternative, Duke consented to what he thought would be a simple pat-down like you see on TV shows.
Instead, Officer Hunter ordered Duke to remove his letterman’s jacket which the officer placed in a big desk drawer that had a lock on it and to then raise his hands interlaced over his head while he now remained clad in his white tee shirt and blue jeans, whereupon Officer Hunter proceeded to “frisk” him, Officer Nash Hunter being shockingly (to Duke) very “handsy” in doing so. Officer Hunter deliberately scrabbled his black-leather-gloved fingers over the slightly damp, sweaty surface of the BMOC high school hotshot’s white tee shirt eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a high-pitched forced giggle at the ticklish sensation, only to frisk/tickle his way down the high school athlete’s muscular torso and sides, whereupon he kicked at Duke’s ankles until he spread them wider only to suddenly grope his blue-jeaned crotch and the seat of his jeans, turning his pockets out and checking for “more stolen items” only to then announce that “You perps try to hide shit everywhere, I gotta strip search you to make sure!”
A horrified Duke replied “WHAT THE FUCK!!?? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKIN’ MIND? MY DAD’S A PROMINENT CITIZEN IN THIS TOWN- YOU CAN’T FUCKIN’ BE SERIOUS??!! NO WAY I’M DROPPING MY DRAWERS FOR ANY FUCKED-UP COP- WANNA-BE ASSHOLE!”
Outraged at such insubordination and profanity the spiffily uniformed Officer Hunter took joy in reminding Duke just who held all the cards here, going “YEAH RIGHT WHY DON’T I JUST CALL YER FUCKIN’ HOTSHOT DAD AND TELL HIM HIS HOTSHOT SON JUST GOT BUSTED FOR SHOPLIFTING? AND WHY NOT CALL IN THE POLICE TO DRAG YOUR SWEET ASS OFF TO JAIL, EH? YA REALLY WANT THAT, ASSHOLE? AND THERE IS TO BE NO FURTHER PROFANITY IN MY OFFICE, GOT IT??”
Flustered at being reminded just how powerless a position Duke found himself in, Duke tried to tone things down and buy his freedom by going “OK, listen. My dad has money. I have some money of my own that my grandmother left me- why don’t we settle this man-to-man by my paying you like $500 to just forget about all this and let me go, eh, sir?”
Forgetting his banishment of profanity (well the banishing was only for Duke anyway mused Officer Hunter) Officer Hunter was even more outraged by this and Duke’s idea backfired when Officer Hunter fumed “WHAT THE FUCK!!?? NOW YER TRYIN’ TO BRIBE AN OFFICER OF THE LAW!!?? NO FUCKIN’ WAY I’M LETTIN’ YOUR ASS GO- I’M GONNA TEACH YOU A LESSON YOUR PRIVILEGED ASS WILL NEVER FORGET FOR STEALING FROM PRESCOTT’S DEPARTMENT STORE!!!! I OUGHTTA BRING THE COMPANY CEO/OWNER MR. DREW PRESCOTT DOWN FROM HIS OFFICE ON THE TOP FLOOR AND DOWN HERE HIMSELF TO FUCKIN’ READ YOU THE RIOT ACT FOR STEALING FROM HIS STORE! HE’S FROM A LONG LINE OF ONE OF THE TOWN’S BEST FAMILIES AND THOUGH HE WEARS FANCY SUITS AND TIES THEY SAY HE WORKS OUT REGULARLY AND HE COULD EASILY HELP ME WHUP YER FUCKIN’ ASS- DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL HIM DOWN TOO?”
“NOOOO!!!! PLEASE DON’T MAKE THIS ANY WORSE, SIR! I’LL DO ANYTHING- JUST LET’S NOT MAKE THIS ANY WORSE BY CALLING MY DAD, THE POLICE, OR THIS BUFF MR. PRESCOTT GUY!!” pleaded Duke, being careful to call Officer Hunter “sir” as well. Officer Nash Hunter always loved to hear his victims voice their willingness to do “anything” which he invariably took them up on- humiliating and forcing both women and men to then sexually service him as well- he loved his job!
Left with no options, Duke was then forced to strip out of his clothes item-by-item as Officer Hunter continued to film his humiliation with his cell phone, ordering Duke to remove his white tee shirt revealing the youth’s sun-tanned musculature a smallish patch of dirty blond hair on the center of his gym-toned chest and a “happy trail” leading down into his jeans as well as the depths of his dirty-blond armpits as he raised the tee shirt over his head and handed it to Officer Hunter’s outstretched hand, whereupon Officer Hunter again placed it in the locked drawer to join Duke’s proud letterman’s jacket.
“Now the jeans!” ordered the fully-uniformed Officer Hunter, as usual sadistically enjoying his latest victim’s humiliation at becoming increasingly naked while he remained fully clothed in his impeccably pressed security guard uniform with the Prescott Department Store logo sewed into the short sleeves of his uniform shirt..
Duke, blushing, did so, shimmying out of his jeans and shoes and socks leaving him embarrassingly clad in just a pair of white Jockey briefs, his dirty-blond haired legs and somewhat hirsute thighs now on view as well. Officer Hunter ordered Duke to keep his hands over his head after having turned the jeans over to Officer Hunter, who again placed them in the locked drawer with his letterman’s jacket and tee shirt.
To Duke’s horror Officer Hunter then slightly peeled the waistband of Duke’s white Jockey shorts both at the front and then at the back with his leather-gloved hands whereupon he now ordered “These shorts have gotta go, too- you perps like to hide small items like jewelry up your asses- I gotta be sure!”
“WHAT?????? SERIOUSLY??????? YOU CAN’T MEAN THAT- I’M NOT ANY COMMON THUG-CRIMINAL- I JUST TOOK ONE
THING FOR MY GIRLFRIEND IS ALL!!! C’MON THIS IS CRAZY, SIR- PLEASE NO!” begged Duke, again music to Officer Hunter’s ears.
“YA GOT NO CHOICE, ASSHOLE! NOW DROP YER SHORTS OR DO YOU WANT ME TO YANK ‘EM RIGHT OFFA YOU FOR
YOU???” queried Officer Hunter.
Again, left with no options, Duke quickly yanked his white Jockey shorts down and handed them over to Officer Hunter’ outstretched leather-gloved hand only to quickly put his arms down so he could cup his privates in the next second to maintain some semblance of dignity in his now otherwise totally naked and vulnerable state.
Again, Officer Hunter locked them in the drawer with his letterman’s jacket, tee shirt, jeans, and shoes and socks, only to order Duke to “PUT YER FUCKIN’ HANDS BACK OVER YER HEAD, ASSHOLE- NO CUPPING HERE!!” which Duke had to comply with, exposing his ample genitals under a carefully-trimmed, dirty-blond-haired pubic patch in the unfortunate style of most teenagers today- Officer Hunter was proud of his own hirsute pubes- let his bitches choke on his manly hair was Officer Hunter’s view.
Then Officer Hunter ordered Duke to bend over his big desk with his bare white ass in the air, split as it was by a line of dirty-blond-haired asscrack hair, Duke’s ass alabaster white in contrast to the rest of his suntanned muscular body.
To Duke’s further horror, Officer Hunter next ordered Duke to reach back and spread his own bare asscheeks way apart exposing the high school senior hotshot’s tiny, pink hair-haloed rosebud whereupon Officer Hunter proceeded to shine a flashlight on it with one hand while he viciously shoved a black-leather-gloved finger up the humiliated
teen’s asshole with his other hand as Duke yelped in outrage as Officer Nash Hunter searched around Duke’s rectum for any non-existent “contraband”.
Officer Hunter’s humiliation of his latest victim was then mercifully interrupted by a summons via Officer Hunter’s store intercom on his desk which emitted a gruff male voice who stated “Hunter!- I need the monthly loss prevention reports on my desk right away! Get ‘em up here pronto!”
Officer Hunter was thus obliged to postpone the rest of his “cavity search” of Duke, the butch officer becoming a bit more meek as he muttered to Duke “Fuck! That was Mr. Drew Prescott himself!!!- can’t keep Mr. Prescott waiting or my ass is grass!” as Officer Hunter hustled himself away grasping the monthly reports, ordering Duke to “sit tight over there on the interview chair, young Mr. Martin- I don’t think you’ll go runnin’ off anywhere in your birthday suit anyway!” with a loud guffaw. Any thought Duke might have had about making a run for it was further dashed when he heard Officer Hunter turn the key in the lock outside the office with a “click”- it was apparent that the security officers’ lair was kept locked- both the front door to the office part and the side door to the locker room/shower area adjacent to the Loss Prevention Office itself were kept locked at all times- the better to be sure that their sketchy “interrogation” tactics went on undisturbed.
Duke initially sheepishly did go sit in the interview chair stark naked but cupping his privates anew when he noticed that Officer Hunter had left his personal laptop computer running on his desk. Out of curiosity Duke pressed “enter” and was surprised that Officer Hunter’s password- protected personal laptop had not been closed down and let computer- savvy young Duke peruse its contents. Duke whistled with glee when he soon found the files Officer Hunter kept that showed the videos of both women and men being abused/assaulted (men) and abused and raped and even sodomized (women) clearly right on the premises of “Mr. Prescott’s” esteemed department store. Duke also was surprised to see in the videos that sometimes another security guard, this one a Latino (who looked somewhat familiar to Duke but he could not yet place where) joined in the abuse of the shoplifting customers in the videos. Duke began videoing the videos onto his own cellphone kept in his backpack (luckily the only item Officer Hunter had not locked in that frigging drawer). From looking through the videos it was evident to Duke that had he not discovered them and had them as a “negotiating” chip, that he himself would otherwise have been subjected to performing all the sex acts depicted in the videos on asshole cop Officer Hunter. It appeared that he had been saved from that disgusting fate by the pure luck of having discovered the existence of the videos.
No dummy, Duke planned to lie to uniformed hotshot Officer Hunter that he sent the phone video to all of his friends so confiscating his phone would not prevent disclosure of the security guards’ illegal actions.
Meanwhile, while Officer Hunter was several floors up in the department store meeting with the “big cheese” Mr. Prescott, while Duke now silently waited naked for Officer Hunter to return at which time Duke fully intended to let him “have it” and turn the tables on him, Duke was then amazed to first hear the door to the locker/shower area of the loss prevention office being unlocked and then to hear the voice of another person coming from the adjacent area of the office/locker room of the “Loss Prevention Office’s” sizeable space, the part that contained a locker room area and a shower, hearing someone call out “HEY HUNTER- YOU HERE, MAN? JUST GOT OFF OF TRAFFIC CONTROL, DUDE- GOTTA CLOCK IN, SHOWER, AND CHANGE INTO MY SECURITY GUARD UNIFORM, DUDE…(then in a lower
voice to himself’ “Dude must be out on the floor patrolling for more perps-whatever,,,,”)
Duke was as quiet as he could be as he could fully see the newcomer, a fully-uniformed REAL traffic cop for the town, a muscular Latino dude about 25, clad in tight black jodhpurs with their white stripes up their sides and highly-polished boots up to his knee area as well as his uniform shirt and even still wearing his white motorcycle helmet.
As Duke studied the buff Latino motorcycle officer’s visage in the mirrors that reflected the area where the motorcycle cop was (but thankfully by their angle did not correspondingly give anyone in that area a view of where Duke was) Duke suddenly realized to himself (“HEY THIS WAS THE FUCKER WHO GAVE ME A SPEEDING TICKET FOR 2 MILES OVER THE LIMIT LAST WEEK -FUCKING ASSHOLE! WHAT WAS THE NAME ON THE TICKET- OH YES- MOTORCYCLE OFFICER LUIS SANTOS!”).
Duke correctly surmised that this asshole “real” traffic cop who had given Duke this ridiculous traffic ticket that was still pending was apparently “moonlighting” as a security guard for Prescott’s Department Store after his day of work for the town as a traffic cop ended in order to make more money on the side.
Further evidence of this was when buff Traffic Officer Luis Santos, having heard no comment from Officer Hunter in the next room and having thought that he had confirmed by the absence of a response from Officer Hunter that Officer Santos was completely alone, clocked in with a time card from Prescott’s Department Store and proceeded to whistle as he began to disrobe for a quick shower before changing into his security guard uniform for the store. After removing his helmet and storing it in his locker, Officer Santos proceeded to unbutton his police uniform shirt and then doff his regulation white tee shirt worn underneath, revealing an olive-skinned muscular chest with just the right amount of jet-black chest hair fanning out across the planes of his muscular olive-skinned chest and over his hair-haloed nips before narrowing to a “happy trail” of hair that ran past his navel before disappearing due to the officer’s tight black jodhpurs with their white stripes up their sides.
Still whistling as he unwittingly bared his buff bod for Duke’s secret amusement (Duke also recording all this on his cell phone to show to his pals who had witnessed his unfair ticketing by Officer Santos) and blissfully unaware that he was being watched by Duke in the well-placed mirrors as he did so, buff Officer Santos then proceeded to sit down on a bench to grunt and tug off each of his highly-polished boots that came up to his knee area, only to remove his utility belt and gun and place both his boots, socks, and utility belt and gun in his locker, before standing and unhitching and unzipping his tight black jodhpurs with their white stripes up their sides leaving him clad in just a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and revealing his tree-trunk like muscular thighs whose olive-skinned surface sported a moderate amount of more wiry black leg hairs. Then, in a flash, Officer Santos’ white Calvin Klein boxer briefs followed, revealing a densely hirsute jet-black pubic bush over an oversized uncut Latino cock which was impressive even its current flaccid state and a pair of dangling, hairy balls. The reflective mirrors also revealed to Duke’s view and filming the great contrast between Officer Santos’ deeply tanned olive skin on his upper and lower body and the alabaster white skin of his mid-section, crotch and bare ass, which was itself sprinkled with a fair amount of more jet-black wiry body hair.
Duke smiled as Officer Santos then unwittingly gave Duke’s recording cell phone a great view of his ass when he bent way over to pick up a towel from a low shelf, his white, hair-flecked ass parting wide open as he did so, exposing the depths of his jet-black-haired asscrack and an embarrassingly explicit view of the proud Latino officer’s winking hair- haloed hole until he straightened up and jumped into the shower for a quick one before duty at the department store.
Duke then watched as Officer Santos dried off his magnificent body and then donned his Prescott’s Department Store’ security guard uniform, a duplicate of the one Officer Hunter wore.
Just as Officer Santos finished dressing, both he and Duke heard Officer Hunter returning, announced by his unlocking the main door to the loss prevention office.
A newly-uniformed, shower-fresh Officer Santos went over to the door to greet Officer Hunter just as Officer Hunter entered, Officer Hunter going “Hi Luis, I see you’re ready for duty- ready to have some fun? I got another naked perp here just waiting for the rest of his punishment- this should be fun- the perp is some high-class dude with an important father and a big man on the high school campus or so he thinks!”
It was only at this point that Officer Santos’ eye was diverted to where Duke sat naked on the interview chair at the far back of the room, appearing to cower naked as he cupped his privates for some dignity.
Officer Santos then crowed with laughter and said “Shit, yeah of course! This should be fun like all the rest! Makin’ him crawl and give us blow jobs and rim jobs like all the rest!”
As the spiffily-uniformed law enforcement duo powerfully swaggered over quite close to where a naked Duke appeared to be meekly cowering in their hunky, holding-all-the-cards presence, the duo was shocked to hear Duke suddenly forcefully say “THERE’S NOT GONNA BE ANY MORE ‘FUN’ AT MY EXPENSE, ASSHOLES!! I’M THE ONE HOLDING ALL THE CARDS NOW!!! I JUST RECORDED A TON OF THE VIDEOS ASSHOLE OFFICER HUNTER HAS ON HIS LAPTOP OVER THERE SHOWING WHAT YOU TWO HAVE GOT UP TO, AND FORWARDED THEM TO ALL MY FRIENDS SO CONFISCATING MY PHONE WILL NOT DO YOU ANY GOOD- IT’S YOUR TURN FOR A LITTLE HUMILIATION FOR A CHANGE!!!!!!!”
“WHAT THE FUCK!!!!???” was the initial reaction chimed out by both flabbergasted officers. Then buff Officer Santos fumed at his fellow officer “WHAT THE FUCK HUNTER!!!??? YOU STUPID FUCKIN’ PIECE OF SHIT-NEVER LEAVE THAT EVIDENCE LYING AROUND!!!! YA WANNA GET US BOTH FIRED???? THE VIDEOS SHOW WE DID THAT SHIT TO THE SHOPLIFTERS RIGHT HERE AT PRESCOTT’S!!!! IF MR. PRESCOTT EVER FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS HE’D NOT ONLY FIRE US BOTH BUT HAUL OUR ASSES TO JAIL AS WELL. AND THE CITY WOULD FUCKIN’ FIRE ME AS ONE OF ITS ELITE OFFICERS TOO!!!!
YOU STUPID SHIT!!!!!!!!”
“DAMN- YOU’RE TOO FUCKIN’ RIGHT! I WAS AN IDIOT! BUT LOOK HERE, ER, MR. MARTIN ISN’T IT? WHATTAYA SAY WE
FORGET ABOUT ALL THIS AND JUST LET YA GO WITH A WARNING, EH?” replied a secretly scared-shitless Officer Hunter. “NO FUCKIN’ WAY ASSHOLES!!!! YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING I SAY OR I’LL CALL THE REAL COPS ON YOU BOTH, NOTIFY THIS ‘MR. PRESCOTT’ DUDE AND GET YOUR ASSES FIRED AND MORE- SO YOU BETTER COMPLY WITH MY ORDERS OR ELSE!!!!” crowed Duke in return.
Duke had the pleasure of watching as the duo of spiffily-uniformed law enforcement officers, ordinarily totally in charge, exchanged clearly worried glances, the full extent of the power Duke had over both of them dawning on them as their minds raced with thoughts of just what their tormentor might have in store for them. Since unbeknownst to the law enforcement duo Duke intended to have both officers service him like the 2 officers had forced guys to do to them in the videos, Duke was OK with his own current nudity for the time being and intended to soon reduce both of the spiffily-uniformed officers to a state of nakedness as well very shortly anyway.
However, “real” motorcycle cop Officer Luis Santos, as the senior- ranking officer of the two, was cockily confident that he could reason with the young perp to see the error of his ways and reconsider what Duke had threatened. “Now look here, son, you are in over your head here- any assault on a law enforcement officer is a federal crime for which you would do time in a federal penitentiary for a very long time. Now you don’t want to go to federal prison now, do you?? You’re smarter than this. Now, we’ll just let bygones be bygones like Officer Hunter here graciously offered you, don’t you think?”
“DON’T YOU FUCKIN’ ‘SON’ ME, YOU ASSHOLE- IT’S YOU AND THIS HUNTER ASSHOLE WHO SHOULD BE GOING TO PRISON FOR YOUR CRIMES DOCUMENTED ON VIDEO!! FACE IT, BROS, I GOT BOTH OF YA BY YER FUCKIN’ LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER BALLS!!!!” crowed Duke in return.
Both law enforcement officers visibly reacted to the truth of what Duke stated, winced at its implications and exchanged further “WE’RE FUCKED!!” glances, Officer Santos still clearly seething and staring daggers at Officer Hunter’s fuck-up of letting the perp find the videos on his laptop leading to their mutual ruin. There only “choice” was to comply with the perp’s demands which sent chills down their manly spines. The 2 officers clearly hoped and prayed that Duke had not looked at the videos too closely so as to make them do anything like what the 2 officers sadistically enjoyed making the perps do on tape. “He’s just a dumb high school kid” with no imagination- they hoped…..
To the law enforcement officers’ horror, however, the duo noted that Duke had confiscated their best video camera to be used in addition to Duke’s cell phone to record the events to come and had set the camera up to record it all.
“SO, IT’S TIME FOR YOUR OWN STRIP SEARCHES ASSHOLES- WHO WANTS TO GO FIRST? NO, NO CHOICE FOR YOU ASSHOLES- IT’S HUNTER WHO’S UP FIRST THEN SANTOS!” crowed Duke.
Officer Santos, while horrified at what he had just heard, was gratified that it was Officer Hunter who would have to strip first, but asked out loud to Duke “Hey, how do you know my name anyway??”
When Duke informed Officer Santos that he had given Duke a traffic ticket and signed his name on it recently, Officer Santos (who didn’t recognize Duke at all- just one of many caught in his sketchy speed traps) seized on that like a drop of water in the desert “WHY DIDN’T YA SAY SO? LOOK, MAN, I CAN GET THAT FUCKIN’ TICKET DISMISSED- NO PROB- JUST AT LEAST LET ME GO- YOU CAN HAVE ALL THE FUN YA WANT WITH FUCK-UP OFFICER HUNTER HERE BUT WE CAN MAKE A DEAL ABOUT THAT TICKET!! I’LL EVEN FUCKIN’ HELP YA WHUP OFFICER FUCK- UP HUNTER’S ASS, WHATTAYA SAY MAN?” pleaded Officer Santos trying to save his own ass at his partner’s expense, Officer Hunter glaring back at Officer Santos with rage at this betrayal.
“NO FUCKIN’ WAY, ASSHOLE! YOU’RE GONNA DO EVERY FUCKIN’ THING I SAY JUST LIKE OFFICER FUCK-UP HUNTER
HERE, GOT IT???” fumed Duke.
Defeated, Officer Santos had no reply.
The attention then returned to a glaring-with-rage-and embarrassment Officer Hunter who, as the cam whirred, was forced to remove his uniform shirt and then his regulation tee shirt which Duke placed in a locking drawer on the other side of Officer Hunter’s big desk from where he had locked up Duke’s own clothes. In so doing, Officer Hunter revealed his smooth, suntanned torso and his dirty-blond-haired armpits and quarter-sized pink nips as he reluctantly handed over his proud uniform shirt to Duke.
Hunter was then forced to sit down on the “interrogation chair” where Duke had been forced to sit and then remove his spit-shined shoes and socks (which also went into the locking drawer) and then stand up again to remove his uniform pants revealing a pair of gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, the only item of clothing saving him from total nudity.
A simple gesture pointing down from Duke forced a now blushing Officer Hunter to yank down his gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and handed them over to be locked up by Duke, thereby revealing Officer Hunter’s sizeable cut cock and balls under a dirty-blond to dark-haired pubic bush, his bare white ass in total contrast to the rest of his suntanned muscular body.
To Officer Hunter’s total horror Duke then ordered Hunter to “GO AHEAD- SHOW US HOW BIG IT CAN GET!!! GRAB THAT DICK AND GIVE US A SHOW!!”
Hunter adamantly refused to do any such thing until Duke reached for the phone as if to call the cops and the dreaded “Mr. Prescott” whereupon Hunter, glaring with outrage but to the accompaniment of the still fully-uniformed Officer Santos’ laughter Hunter had no choice but to jerk on his own cock in front of both of them until it was in a half- hard state.
Duke then ordered Hunter to “TURN AROUND AND SHOW US THAT ASSHOLE, ASSHOLE!!!” to further laughter from Officer Santos, as Hunter was obliged to bend way over and pull his asscheeks apart to reveal his dirty-blond-haired asscrack and hair-haloed hole, which Duke further humiliatingly ordered him to finger fuck while a fuming Hunter continued to jerk his cock as well. Even worse, Duke donned a pair of the leather gloves like those Hunter had worn when he frisked and cavity-searched Duke earlier, Duke deliberately tickling Hunter’s manly pits and sides before making him bend over to be cavity- searched by one of Duke’s leather-gloved fingers which was rammed up the shrieking security guard’s asshole.
To his further horror, Duke then ordered Hunter to “NOW PLAY WITH THOSE QUARTER-SIZED NIPS- I SAW IN THE VIDEOS HOW YOU LIKED FORCING YOUR VICTIMS TO PLAY WITH ‘EM SO GO AHEAD!!!” as Hunter was forced to tweak his own nips into hardness, his cock growing harder as a result of the welcome stimulation which Hunter did frankly enjoy in his own jerk-off sessions, but being forced to do so publicly was totally humiliating.
Hunter was then ordered to sit down on the “interrogation chair” naked and still play with himself as Officer Santos was ordered to begin his own strip search.
The proud Officer Santos adamantly refused since it was beneath the dignity of a law enforcement officer, etc. but Duke’s threats and picking up the phone again convinced a fuming Officer Santos that he would have to comply.
Santos was ordered to unbutton his police uniform shirt and then doff his regulation white tee shirt worn underneath, once again revealing to Duke (unbeknownst to Santos when he showered earlier) his olive- skinned muscular chest with just the right amount of jet-black chest hair fanning out across the planes of his muscular olive-skinned chest and over his hair-haloed nips before narrowing to a “happy trail” of hair that ran past his navel before disappearing due to the officer’s security guard uniform pants.
Officer Santos was then obliged to sit his ass down on the desk and remove his spit-shined shoes and socks, before standing and unhitching and unzipping his security guard uniform pants leaving him clad in just a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and revealing his tree-trunk like muscular thighs whose olive-skinned surface sported a moderate amount of more wiry black leg hairs. Then, Officer Santos was forced to drop his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, revealing his densely hirsute jet- black pubic bush over an oversized uncut Latino cock which was impressive even its current flaccid state and a pair of dangling, hairy balls.
Duke once again noted the contrast between Officer Santos’ deeply tanned olive skin on his upper and lower body and the alabaster white skin of his mid-section, crotch and bare ass, which was itself sprinkled with a fair amount of more jet-black wiry body hair.
To Officer Santos’ horror Duke then ordered him as he had ordered Hunter to “GO AHEAD- SHOW US HOW BIG IT CAN GET!!! GRAB THAT DICK AND GIVE US A SHOW!!”
As now a still jerking Hunter watched with glee Santos had no choice but to jerk on his own cock in front of both of them until it was in a half- hard state.
Duke then ordered Santos to “TURN AROUND AND SHOW US THAT ASSHOLE, ASSHOLE!!!” to further laughter from Officer Hunter, as Santos was obliged to bend way over and pull his asscheeks apart to reveal his jet-black-haired asscrack and hair-haloed hole, which Duke further humiliatingly ordered him to finger fuck while a fuming Santos continued to jerk his big uncut Latino cock as well. Duke then donned another pair of the leather gloves like those Hunter had worn when he frisked and cavity-searched Duke earlier, Duke deliberately tickling Santos’ hairy sweaty pits and sides before making him bend over to be cavity-searched by one of Duke’s leather-gloved fingers which was rammed up the shrieking security guard’s asshole.
To the law enforcement officers’ further horror, after their embarrassing strip searches, Duke directed Officer Hunter to sit naked on the “interrogation chair” and a naked Officer Santos was directed to straddle Officer Hunter’s naked hairy right thigh whereupon Duke ordered the naked duo to “TONGUE KISS EACH OTHER AND MAKE OUT LIKE THE TWO WIMPY FAGS YOU ARE!!!”
The duo’s loud protests were again squelched by Duke’s reminding them of how he could ruin them if they failed to comply so the duo found themselves tongue kissing each other on cam with Duke ordering “MAKE ME BELIEVE IT- GET INTO IT OR ELSE!!!”
A blushing Officer Hunter and Officer Santos, homophobes to the core, had no choice but to convincingly tongue kiss each other really going at it like they were with their girlfriends and not another guy although it was impossible to do so given their beard stubble and the intimate male- to-male contact their naked bodies were making as Officer Santos’ bare asscrack and already half-hard cock and balls slid along Officer Hunter’s naked hairy thigh as Officer Santos leaned in very close to Officer Hunter to effectuate their tongue kissing.
Duke next ordered Officer Santos to slowly and sensuously tongue bathe his way down his fellow law enforcement officer’s hunky, muscular body, worshiping him all over, over his chin, his neck, into his ears and then over his collarbone and down to loudly suck and then kiss and tongue bathe Officer Hunter’s known-to-be-hard-wired-to-his crotch quarter-sized nips, causing Officer Hunter to shamelessly gasp and moan and raise his manly chest to give the voracious Latino Officer Santos better access to worship his sexy man-nips, Officer Hunter developing a full-fledged boner from all the attention as was Officer Santos’ uncut Latino manhood, the massive knob of the Latino stud’s uncut cock having expanded and literally burst through his foreskin to full boner status himself!
Duke then ordered Officer Santos to continue down Officer Hunter’s sexy bod, massaging and tongue-bathing his fellow law enforcement officer’s six-pack abs and down his happy trail to lick and sniff and suck and bite on the profusion of pubic hair in Officer’s Hunter’s crotch before being forced (more threats were necessary to get Officer Santos to proceed) to go down on Officer Hunter’s throbbing boner as Officer Hunter again shamelessly sighed and moaned and thrust his hips harder to drive his boner right down his fellow law enforcement officer’s sucking throat. Duke then ordered Officer Santos to lavish attention on Officer Hunter’s dangling balls, Santos screwing his face up in disgust but gamely plodding on to suck and lick his partner’s crown jewels, only for Duke to shove Officer Santos’ head lower where more threats finally convinced proud Latino cop Santos to lavish attention on Officer Hunter’s hairy taint and then to circle around and plunge into Officer Hunter’s hair-haloed virgin hole. Duke then ordered Officer Santos to finger-fuck a moaning-with-lust Officer Hunter while Santos continued to suck his partner’s cock, Duke warning Santos not to let Hunter cum under penalty of being de-balled himself.
Before Officer Hunter could cum Duke ordered them to switch places with the naked Officer Santos now on the “interrogation chair” and a naked Officer Hunter now straddling Officer Santos’s naked hairy right thigh whereupon Duke ordered the naked duo to tongue kiss each other again.
The duo’s loud protests were again squelched by Duke’s reminding them of how he could ruin them if they failed to comply so the duo found themselves again tongue kissing each other on cam, making intimate male-to-male contact with their naked bodies as Officer Hunter’s bare asscrack and hard cock and balls slid along Officer Santos’ naked hairy thigh as Officer Hunter leaned in very close to Officer Santos to effectuate their tongue kissing.
Duke next ordered Officer Hunter to tongue bathe his way down his fellow law enforcement officer’s hunky, muscular body, over his chin, his neck, into his ears and then over his collarbone and down over the furry surface of Officer Santos’ hairy chest, to loudly suck and then kiss and tongue bathe Officer Santos’ own hair-haloed nips, causing Officer Santos to shamelessly gasp and moan and raise his manly chest to give Officer Hunter better access to worship his sexy man-nips, Officer Santos maintaining his full-fledged boner from all the attention as was Officer Hunter whose unfulfilled boner throbbed down below.
Duke then ordered Officer Hunter to continue down Officer Santos’ sexy bod, massaging and tongue-bathing his fellow law enforcement officer’s six-pack abs and down his happy trail to lick and sniff and suck and bite on the profusion of pubic hair in Officer’s Santos’ crotch before being forced (more threats were necessary to get Officer Hunter to proceed) to go down on Officer Santos’ throbbing boner as Officer Santos again shamelessly sighed and moaned and thrust his hips harder to drive his boner right down his fellow law enforcement officer’s sucking throat. Duke then ordered Officer Hunter to lavish attention on Officer Santos’ dangling balls, Hunter screwing his face up in disgust but gamely plodding on to suck and lick his partner’s crown jewels, only for Duke to shove Officer Hunter’s head lower where more threats finally convinced Hunter to lavish attention on Officer Santos’ hairy taint and then to circle around and plunge into Officer Santos’ furry crack and hair-haloed virgin hole. Duke then ordered Officer Hunter to finger-fuck a moaning-with-lust Officer Santos while Hunter continued to suck his partner’s cock, Duke warning Hunter not to let Santos cum or he’d be singing falsetto.
After several more minutes of this, Duke again reached for the phone as if to call the “real “cops which had the desired effect of reminding the two security officers who held the cards, whereupon he ordered a naked Officer Hunter to suspend the naked Officer Santos from the ceiling by a pair of his own handcuffs, with Duke following suit and doing likewise to Officer Hunter before getting dressed himself, the better to put into motion the rest of his plans for the wayward security duo.
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