Officer Reginald Bradley was my wet dream.
Officer Bradley, Reg to his friends, was a big, burly, hairy, maybe Italian, maybe Greek, but all man, wasn't handsome or cute. He was rugged, with a knife scare that decorated his left cheek like some men wear tattoos.
Officer Bradley and I met under bothersome circumstances.
I'm not a gay man's stereotypical dream. I'm the shade of white that is untanned, shorter than men like at 5'9", with a slight carbo gut, and a face that's somewhere between cute and handsome. I'm 37, and don't care.
Don't get me wrong. On the rare occasions I go to bars, I get hit on, but usually by drunk tops that think I'm a pussyboy bottom. If anything, I'm the opposite.
I'm a leather top, into bondage and other leather kink pleasures, and my specialty is getting men twice my size to bend over for my pleasure.
But that's not exactly where I met Officer Bradley.
On my last trip to the bar, drug there by a friend, I didn't keep track of my friend's drinking and before I knew it, I was dragging him through the parking lot when he started heaving.
Ten feet away was Officer Bradley, in motorcycle leather, writing a ticket on a truck with outdated plates.
I popped wood by the time he uttered the first word as he approached. The parking lot light cast a glint off the silver wedding band on Officer Bradley's hand. I knew from other experiences that police departments usually frowned on married officers wearing their rings; it gives a perpetrator a glimpse into the officer's personal life.
Officer Bradley stood 6'5", huge chest tapering down to a 34" waist with tufts of hair jutting from his T-shirt under his uniform shirt. I guessed in his 40s, again, just my type.
Now, I could imagine his bent over my bed, his leather-clad hands spreading his hairy ass cheeks for me to use his married hole. I have a very vivid imagination.
My friend, Tom, got a disorderly conduct ticket and I got enough information to run a small background check on the officer.
Name, address, phone number, wife's name, when he started work, his back ground, just all those little things that 5 minutes with an Internet search engine and a phone book will give you.
I'm a writer by trade. I write all sorts of crap from porn to features on 86-year-old grandmas that knit sweaters for recently disabled veterans. Nothing in the officer's check gave me any hope he'd be into dick., or into a dick up his ass.
I didn't really give him any more thought until a week later when I was home on a Saturday night, rubbing down the leather sling in my basement. I usually try to find a boy to do it, but the "boys" had dried up lately. That's one reason I'd consented to go to the bar the week before.
"Is this Duane Rivers?" a familiar deep voice resonated through the phone. I couldn't place the voice at first.
"Yes. And this is?" although it was more of a statement than question.
"This is Officer Reginald Bradley. We met a week ago, outside the bar? I think you were trying to help a friend."
Damn, my dick straightened again.
"Yes, Officer Bradley, what can I do for you?" I asked, trying not to sound harassed and annoyed.
"I'm off duty, sir. I mean, Mr. Rivers. You can call me Reg," he said.
My eyes rolled. What the hell did this guy want?
"Okay, Reg. That's fine. So, why are you calling?"
"Could I come over?"
Now I was annoyed. I was also missing what was actually going on because I was so annoyed.
"Reg, I don't mean to be rude, but why do you want to come over? Why are you calling?"
There was a LONG pause. VERY long.
The light bulb went on over my head before he started his stammering explanation.
"Well, I was where you were the other night, and I did a little discreet inquiry," he said, not really forming sentences. "My wife's at her mother's for the weekend. I thought maybe...I was interested in....Sorry, I'm not making any sense."
"Reg, I think I know what you're saying," I replied. "You're curious about men."
Yeah, I'm that blunt and forward.
Another long pause.
"Reg, don't be shy. I don't do shy. Obviously, you're curious and so you're asking. I take it you already know where I live," I stated.
"Yes, sir," he answered, his job training kicking in.
"Come on over, Reg," I said, and hung up.
I've had these calls before. They so seldom show that I don't even think about watching for a car to pull up or a knock on the door.
So, 5 minutes later when the bell rang, I kind of jumped.
Who's bothering me at this time of night, I thought, opening the door. Usually, it's a friend trying to bum money off me, or a guy who thought we were meeting tonight (read, he wants pity sex ^Ö another thing I don't do).
There stood my wet dream, in a combination of motorcycle leathers and jeans/T-shirt.
"Hi...sir," he said.
"Come in, Reg," I said, taking a tone half way between casual and master-in-the bedroom.
Officer Bradley stepped inside and I closed and locked the door behind him; he heard that.
"I...see..."
I cut him off.
"Your curious about men having sex with each other," I said, touching his left arm with my right hand. This guy could easily pummel me if things went wrong. I knew why he'd picked me; I looked like he could take me. But while he could physically, he couldn't mentally.
I pulled his huge left hand to the inside of my right thigh, where the tip of my cock could be felt through my jeans. "You're curious what it's like to feel a dick down yer throat, a hand on yer bare ass, a man's lips crushing yers. And I'm guessin' the only reason why you're really curious is because your wife won't go down on you."
Married men interested in man sex are one of 2 things: horny and willin' to stick their dicks in anything, or bottoms who married because it was the right thing to do.
My philosophy is they have holes to screw at home so they don't need mine; therefore, I fuck married men. I love sucking married dick though.
Just like the way for a woman to get a man's heart is through his stomach, the way to get a married man's ass is through his unsucked dick.
I placed my left hand on his right thigh and he shuddered. I could see his dick growing through the leather chaps and jeans. Big dick. Yep, he's a bottom.
"Mr. Rivers...."
"Call me `sir', Reg," I commanded, stroking his inner thighs while his hand crawled up toward my crotch. "This is what you came to find out about, Reg.
"This is why you ran a background check on me and asked around about me."
I made a mental note that this was the first guy to ask around about me without anyone telling me; usually, I know what they're doing before we ever meet.
I shoved my hands up under his T-shirt and had it off him before he knew what was happening, and locked my lips on his right nipple while my left hand crept down around his cock.
Never jack a married man in heat like this. They'll blow their load, and then most of the time, they're done. Usually I go over the ground rules with new meat: I'm in charge. We both get off, or neither gets off. And if you have a virgin ass, I get to break it in, either now or later, but it's my cherry to pop.
My right hand unzipped Reg's jeans and they were down around his ankles while my left hand fondles his nuts and stroked that area between his asshole and nuts. He reflexively stepped out of his jeans and was bareass naked in my living room while I still had all my clothes on.
My right hand placed his left hand on my dick, still inside my jeans. He rubbed it through the demin while I stood up as he sat down, heading that direction with a little help from my left hand.
I looked down and saw his hairy horse cock. I estimated 10 inches of cut pecker, standing straight up.
Officer Bradley had my dick fished out through my fly with no encouragement and was sitting there, boned, stroking my 6.5 cut thick dick that was a little below his face.
I placed my right hand under his chin and lifted it, making eye contact.
"Reg, do you want to suck my dick?"
"Yes, sir, I want to suck your cock."
"You ever suck dick before?" I prodded. Married men that are new to dick tend to be embarrassed talking about sex, and Reg was no different.
He blushed. "No, sir, but I want to suck yours."
"Go ahead, married boy," I said.
He briefly paused at the comment, then took my precum drooling pecker into his moist, hot mouth.
Natural born cocksucker. Wow, he was good. Nothing looks hotter than a big, burly man sitting naked on yer leather couch, sucking yer cock, except maybe that same man, legs up in yer sling, taking dick for the first time.
Reg actually hummed around my pecker as he sucked. He deep throated with ease and worked the tip on his tongue into my jizz slit, finding every nerve ending my his wedded tongue.
He used his right hand to assist him and I felt his wedding band on my ass as his left hand rested there, giving him a little control of the action.
Reg was enjoying my dick too much. I recognized the sign. Married man realizes he's broken the vows and wants to just suck the cock and leave.
I stroked behind Reg's ear lobes, usually a sensitive spot of many men. No response from Reg, so I stroked the back of his neck. A moan escaped around my cock.
Bingo.
I pulled my spit-soaked pisser from Reg's mouth, looking down at him as he looked up like a puppy dog wanting its bone back. I held a hand to his forehead to keep him off my cock.
"You're quite the cocksucker, Reg. You do a damn fine polishing my knob, officer," I quipped.
"Please don't call me that," he said, truly embarrassed for the first time.
I reached down and tweaked a nipple. "Officer, stand up."
He did, while I kneeled down.
His 10-inch tube was going to gag me. I love suckin' cock, but I'm no size queen. I like them swallowable and tasty. Cocks the size Reg had were better for handholds while fucking.
I fondled that spot between his shithole and nuts while I stroked that dick with the other hand. There is a technique that you can stroke a man so he remains hard, but can't come.
I use that on a lot of first-timers. They're used to 15-minute sex, if that. To me, that's not sex; that's a fart.
I kneeled in front of Reg and subtly got him to spread his legs wide while I licked his cock. I licked up the shaft and around the tip without taking it in my mouth. I teased Reg's dick while using spit to massage around the rim of his ass with a finger, giving him the pleasure of touch before the pleasures of a finger fuck.
"Sir, I'm going to cum," Reg whimpered.
I squeezed his nuts from his body and pulled my face away.
"You cum and you go home now. And you don't want that, Officer Bradley, do you?"
He looked me in the eyes. "No, sir."
I popped a finger up his shitter, and targeted his prostate.
A deep, guttural moan escaped from Officer Bradley and his knees wobbled.
"You like that finger up yer ass, Officer Bradley?"
"Yes, sir. I do."
I wiggled the finger wickedly as I shoved a finger in his mouth.
"Ugghhhhhh."
I wrapped my lips around his cock and maneuvered until Reg was bent over my couch, his ass in the air, exposed for my use.
I slid a second finger from my other hand in his moist, warn hole and started alternately finger fucking the hot officer's hairy poop chute.
"You like that, married boy?" I smirked.
"Yes, sir. Please keep doing that, sir," he begged.
"Did you think you'd come over here and wind up bent over my couch getting finger fucked, officer?"
"No, sir."
"Think I'd be finger fucking yer married shitter?"
"No, sir."
I could almost hear crying in his voice.
"If you don't like this, I can stop."
"Please, sir, don't stop," he whimpered, but pushed his hairy ass further onto my fingers.
"Okay, boy." I smiled broadly. This macho officer was pure pussy for being manhandled.
I stopped the 2-handed poking and switched to 2 fingers on the same hand, working him open for a third digit.
I reached under with my left hand and started milking Officer Bradley like a cow while a trio of fingers ravaged his booty.
Officer Bradley moaned, groaned, whimpered, sighed, and shoved his ass further back on my fingers until I thought he might swallow the whole hand, while trying to fuck my left hand to no avail.
"This a virgin ass, boy?" I asked, a humiliating prelude to popping his cherry.
"Yes, sir," he grunted.
I pulled my fingers out and looked at them. "Damn virgin holes," I thought. That's the problem with virgins; few have heard of enemas, but I knew what I was dealing with when the beefy policeman sauntered into my house.
"Stand up, boy," I commanded.
Virgins have lots of options when it comes to loosing their cherries.
On the bed, on a couch, a chair, the dining room table, a vehicle, garage, alley, street, the options are endless.
I prefer to take married virgins in their own beds, but I wasn't in the mood to make the trip.
"Turn around," I instructed, and then shoved those 3 fingers under his nose. "Take a whiff."
He took a short sniff, then a couple of deep ones. When he took the third one, I smiled my biggest smile.
Officer Reginald Bradley was a virgin pig boy. He liked the smell of his own ass. My cock could not be harder, ever.
I rubbed those finger right below his nostrils so he could smell his ass all night long. With my left hand, I pinched his left tit. I shoved the right-hand fingers down his throat where he greedily cleaned them.
His left nipple was raw by the time he finished the right hand. I grabbed his dick with my right hand and started walking him around the house, trying to figure out where to take his ass.
"Bark like a dog." I commanded.
Now, men, even really wild men who are into piss play and other such functions, usually draw a line at making animal sounds. They'll wear a collar, but when you bring out the leash, they balk.
Officer Reg did, too. I squeezed his cock a bit more as I did my version of a boy-cock walk into the kitchen.
"Bark, boy."
"Sir, I can't. I'm not a dog," he pleaded. "Just fuck my virgin ass, please, Duane."
He crossed several lines here, but I'm still not sure to this day he realized all the errors he'd made.
I smacked his left ass cheek with my left hand VERY hard as I squeezed his cock tighter.
"That's `sir', boy. I didn't say you were a dog. I told you to bark like one!" Another slap on his ass. "Yer ass will get fucked when I want, where I want, and as I want, boy!" Another spanking, but on his right side.
The towering officer stayed bent over as he contemplated his predicament. Officer Bradley could beat me to a pulp, stood 6 inches taller, was muscles to my average body, and had the training to take me out as if I was a common street trash pick pocket.
"Sorry, sir," he said.
"Bark."
"woof." It was a sorry excuse for a bark. Even a mute dog would be ashamed to have done it.
"Bark!"
"Woof."
I squeezed his dick so hard he tried to bolt away from me, but I let go, and hit both his knees from the back, sending him falling.
Officer Bradley had my dick rammed down his throat, his arms pinned under my legs and an express on his face of total confusion.
I pulled my dick out after his third gag.
I stood over him.
"Officer Bradley," I started. He was pissed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, half mad, half frustrated.
"You said you asked about me, Officer Bradley. You knew what you were getting into when you came over. I know it and you know it," I said, shoving a finger roughly between his pecs. "Bark, you fuck!"
"Woof!"
"Like a man, not bitch!"
"WOOF! WOOF!"
"Good dog. Turn around."
He did and I put the collar on him.
He hung his head and started crying. "I'm sorry. I can't do this." He started sobbing.
"Too late, officer. You came, I'm conquering, and yer dick is telling my you love it."
I'd walked Officer Bradley through most of the house, trying to pick the perfect place to take his virginity.
I settled on my bed. Not the bed I use for playing in the guest room (don't tell my guests!), but the bed in my bed room.
I bent Officer Bradley over the end of the bed and looked down at his hairy cherry. My bed doesn't have a footboard, and the headboard is a mirror. That was another reason I choose my bed.
"Officer Bradley, before we met, did you fantasize about men and sex?"
"Yes, sir," he responded. I heard frustration, but I knew why. He wanted fucked, not to answer questions, and couldn't figure out why I'd start asking questions now.
"What kind of men did you fantasize about fucking you? Military men? Fellow officers? Truck drivers? What, boy?" I asked. He was a macho officer. He fantasized about a macho man like himself taking his cherry, and I knew it.
I pull his hair on his head so he could make eye contact with me in my mirrored headboard as he answered.
"Look at me, boy."
He did. "There's a guy on the force, former Marine, that I've seen in the showers, sir," he said.
"A real man's man? The kind of man women cream over?" I asked, drilling into Officer Bradley's eyes.
"Yes, sir."
"Ever fantasize about a guy with a gut fucking you? Forcing you to eat his dick? Making you bark like a dog?"
My eyes held his gaze, then he looked in the mirror and saw himself, collared, bent over, ready to be fucked.
"No, sir."
"Reg, you belong to me, now. You are my property. Your wife is the only other person you may have sex with. When we're done, you will do as I say, when I say, and visit me once a week."
I placed the tip of my cock at his ass pucker.
"Do you understand, boy?" I asked, still looking in the mirror.
"Yes, sir," he said, hanging his head. I grabbed the hair on his head and yanked him up.
"Look at me, boy. Do you understand?" I said.
He looked straight into my eyes, and a tear trickled down his right cheek.
"Yes, sir."
I plunged my dick in with no more ceremony. My dick slid into Officer Bradley's muscled, hairy hole and I felt him push back as I plunged deeper.
"Fuck me, sir! Harder!" he begged. I smacked his ass as a dicked his burly butt.
I watched his ass hairs cling to my dick as it pistoned in and out off his hirsute hole.
The collar around his neck gave me a hand hold, but I prefer a man's nips and cock, and Officer Bradley's 10-inch handhold was not to be ignored.
Half way through my fuck he came. I didn't even slow down as he did. His legs did give out after he came and I cockshoved his chiseled cop bod onto my bed and kept fucking.
After 15 minutes (yeah, his ass got 30 minutes of fucking for his virgin ride), I pulled out and rolled Officer Bradley over. His eyes were rolled up in his head and I felt curled toes on my thighs.
I let loose my load on his face, aiming sticky cum into his mouth and hair. He lay there, enjoying the sensation of spunk on his visage.
I nabbed my digital camera off the side table and put my still hard dick in Reg's mouth, and he started suckling on it.
I snapped some pictures of Reg with my cock in his rugged face, cum dripping off his manly mug. He tried to resist, but a couple of smacks to his dick stopped him.
The camera disappeared before Reg regained any sensibility. I wouldn't need the pictures to keep Officer Bradley in line; he was mine; the pictures were more humiliation for a man that never dreamed he'd become another man's sexual dog.
I didn't send Officer Bradley home to his wife that night. Instead he spooned up against me, my cock lodged up his ass and nipple clamps on each tit. I sent him home in the morning, property fucked and used, humiliated and subservient to me.
I appreciate all your feedback, men. I hope you enjoyed this as well. Master Terra D