This tale is purely fiction; any allusion to real people, alive or dead, is purely happenstance. I have not had time to finish anything lately. I finally finished something. This story contains some coerced bi-sexual activity, including male to male oral sex. I hope you enjoy it.
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It was a quarter to three am on Saturday morning when there was a loud, sharp bang on my apartment front door. The superintendent had not yet fixed our doorbell. The noise awakened me from an erotic dream. I had an erection due to this lewd dream I was enjoying immensely. I got up and groggily stumbled down the hall from my bedroom in just my thin Mario brothers print pajama pants and opened the door. There was a wet spot from my leaking cock on my childish pajama bottoms. It was late October, and there was a slight chill in the air. A blonde female police officer was there with my roommate in handcuffs, in her uniform, his hands secured behind his back. His blue jeans fly was halfway down. The officer looked sexy in her police blues. She was a tall and muscular Amazon-like woman, yet powerfully feminine. Her black nametag read Stevens in white engraved letters.
"What is going on, officer?" I asked. She looked down at my cock, tenting my silly pajamas, and licked her lips.
"Does this 'perpetrator' live here?" she asked. I noticed someone ripped my roommate's clothes.
"Yes, he is my roommate, John," I said
"He tried to drive while drunk away from the strip club, and I decided to bring him home rather than arrest him," Officer Steven's explained. John looked like he was about to pass out.
"Thanks, he is not a bad guy; he just seems trashed," I said.
"He is quite drunk, but that is no excuse for driving under the influence," Officer Stevens said.
"What do you need from me?" I asked. I noticed her uniform was really tight over her large breasts. Her nipples were standing proud through her bra and her blue uniform blouse.
"I was going to let him go if he was willing to co-operate, but he is too smashed," She said.
"Co-operate how?" I asked. She looked down at my erection again.
"I will let you tuck him in for the night if you come down to the station and fill out some forms. He damaged a pole in the club's lot," she said.
"Why can't you put him in the holding cell, and he can fill out the forms for you when he sobers up?" I asked.
"Just do as I order you," she said as she drags John into our apartment.
She places him face down on the floor, and he is out. John was not quite five foot ten and athletic with brown curly, usually unkempt, just slightly messy hair. John was a charmer, like his father. His father owned a large appliance store chain. John's charm often was as much a liability as an asset.
John had a bad drinking problem, and I was worried he would flunk his senior year. He had started drinking with the rest of us, just socially playing quarters and beer pong. It was all mild enough for all of us as freshmen, but now John was out of control. John's father put a lot of pressure on John. His father was pushing John to the future he wanted for his son. John was not happy with his father's choice for him. John had no passion for the appliance business. I figured his binge drinking might be a way to rebel against his father's plan.
John's dad had scored us this great apartment from a friend of his, Nigel, and the rent was cheap enough for us to get out of the dorms. We had lived here our junior year and this year as well. Finals were coming up, and John did way more drinking than studying. He was a business major, and the courses were getting progressively more difficult as John reached his last year. She takes the handcuffs off John.
"You might as well leave him there. He is dead to the world anyway." I said. The tall female officer scowled at me. She was taller than me.
"What is your name?" Officer Stevens asked.
"Eugene," I said.
I hated my name.
"No, Eugene, you will help me tuck him in," she said as she pulled him to his feet. She put his arm over her shoulder. I put his other arm over my shoulder. We dragged him to his room, spinning him on an angle to pass through the narrow hall, and we let him fall onto his bed. John was a lady's man and went out with a lot of women. He usually only used them for sex and never called them after that.
"Now undress him and tuck him in," she ordered.
I undid his belt and pulled his pants off; John's tiny prick was hard; it barely made a lump in his boxers. I pulled his ripped t-shirt over his head and tried to put him under the covers.
"Not so fast, take off his shorts," she ordered.
I pulled down his shorts and exposed his four-inch penis. The harsh officer laughed at John's lack of endowment.
"That explains why he has the Camaro," She said as she laughed cruelly.
John's butthole gaped opened as if something massive had violated him.
"I want to see if that little toy pistol can even shoot, jack him off for me," she said.
"No, I will not," I said. That was a huge mistake.
"I wanted to play with him some more, but he passed out. So you will do as his replacement," the forceful woman ordered.
"No," I said. Officer Stevens grabbed me and pinned my arm in the standard police hold, slamming me over the bottom of John's bed on my face. She cuffed my hands behind my back.
"Now, you will have to use your mouth," she said.
I am not gay, so she must be joking,
I thought.
Officer Steven's pulled my pajama bottoms off, and my nine-inch erection was visible. She licked her lips and flipped me over on my back. My abductor took off her police hat and set it on John's nightstand. She shook her beautiful blond hair, probably due to habit since she had it up to wear her hat. She bent down and took my cock in her mouth. She started sucking it, and her face looked beautiful with her lips wrapped around my cock. Officer Steven's was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Unlike John, I was not very experienced with women. I was a bit of a science nerd and very awkward around them. It was the first time anyone had sucked my cock. It felt incredible. Her hot moist mouth was sucking and sliding on my rigid member. She quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm. Then she stopped!
"If you want to come, you must show me you will obey me and make the tiny shoot," she said. "Since you lost your chance to use your hand, you will have to suck him off," she continued.
She moved me and placed my mouth right over his cock. She pulled his legs up and showed his gaped asshole. It looked like something huge had violated him back there. She pushed my head down, forcing his member into my mouth.
"If you don't want my night-stick violating your ass, you better start sucking," She said. "I love making straight guys suck cock," she said.
I started to suck John's little cock hesitantly, and he moaned in his sleep. The officer rubbed my balls to motivate me. I sucked him more, and he waked up slightly. He opened his eyes, looked down, and immediately passed out again. I kept sucking, and John became more erect.
I hope he doesn't fill my mouth with cum
I thought. As I continued to suck John's penis unwillingly moving my mouth up and down on him. She seemed to be enjoying making me suck cock. Officer Stevens put her hand on John's balls and stopped playing with mine. She took out her cell phone and took a video of me sucking John. When John was starting to cum, the cruel woman pulled my head up so that he came all over my face. She recorded the whole thing. She was laughing at how the semen coated my face.
"So that little thing can shoot, too bad now the micro-penis gene can be passed on," She quipped. She rolled me on my back, and my cock had gone soft.
"Next time, you should obey, the first time," she said, laughing at me.
She started to lick the come off my face. It felt amazingly erotic. She licked up some and then kissed me with her semen laden tongue. It tasted nasty, and I wanted to spit it out. She enjoyed tormenting me and kept licking my face and kissing come into my mouth. She kept doing this until my face felt clear of come. Then Officer Stevens just kept kissing me as she massaged my prick roughly until it was hard.
"Too late to play with you anymore, but it looks like you will be able to help John," she said.
She dragged me handcuffed naked while my shaft was still erect out of my apartment and down the hall. Then down around the corner inside the same building to another apartment. It was apartment 208. She had a key to this apartment, and she opened the door. She pulled me into it and set me on a wooden chair. A woman obviously decorated the apartment. The couch was a floral print, and the wall hangings were prints of lavender flower arrangements. The sofa looked dated as floral print couches were no longer in vogue. She went to the cupboard, brought back silver duct tape, and taped my legs to the chair legs. She taped my arms together above the handcuffs. She then taped my mouth closed and secured me to the chair with tape. She took a short tape strip and taped my balls to the seat of the chair. She took off the handcuffs and put them back in the pouch on her belt. I was uncomfortably immobilized, and she looked satisfied with her work. The cherry wood chair I was in faced the kitchen. She stroked my cock again to make me more excited, and I was about to cum, when she stopped.
"I will bring the forms home for John to sign," Officer Stevens said.
"I have to go now; my shift is almost over. I must turn in my squad car," she said. She then left the apartment and left me taped to the chair. I thought
this must be her apartment. I never saw her before; maybe she moved in recently. Now let me find out if I can escape.
I tried to free myself from the tape, and it was not working. I had to pee due to Officer Stevens having teased me to the edge of orgasm twice. I hoped she would return before I pissed all over her wooden kitchen chair.
She would probably make me lick it up,
I thought. I was in a bad way as I watched her kitchen clock that was round with a white face with black letters tick away. The clock read 4:17, and I figured her shift must have ended at 4:00. I hoped she would get back soon. I was yearning to pee; if I were not tied up, I would have been doing the pee dance. I was glad she had not blindfolded me. I looked around and noticed the wall paint was the same off-white our apartment was painted. The vinyl flooring was a different fake tile pattern than ours; it was still dull apartment fare. Her apartment was impeccable. There was no clutter and indeed no dust. The dinette had a real cherry wood kitchen table and four chairs; this was an expensive set. She left me secured to one of the chairs. A blue glass fluted bowl of oranges was in the middle of the table. On the wall was a picture of her and a handsome muscular guy in a large oak frame. I had passed this apartment countless times on the way to the parking lot and never once saw Officer Stevens or the guy in the picture.
