The Creep from Spanxalot.com
a M/M spanking story by Lustful_Orcs
DESCRIPTION: a prolific Spanxalot writer discovers that sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. M/M, spanking, abusive language
WARNING: This story is quite explicit and is rated Triple X, NC-17 meaning it is suitable for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions dealing with -homosexual gay sex between males of the same gender- and in addition to that contains scenes that might be regarded as distasteful or even disturbing. Liking or disliking this story or its direct or implied content is in no way indicative of the sexual preference of the reader. All acts take place between consenting adults and are fictional. The writer's sole intent is to provide the reader with an entertaining or even stimulating reading experience. The writer can not be held responsible for anything closely or remotely associated with this story, sentient life or the universe in general. Protected by international copyright laws. This story or parts thereof may be kept, multiplied and printed for personal use or that of single acquaintances at the same time, but may not be quoted or publicized without expressed consent of the writer.
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Open your mind, buckle up and enjoy the ride !
Lustful_Orcs
November 2006
The Creep from Spanxalot
a M/M spanking story by LustfulOrcs
Mike slapped his own cheek and then pounded the wheel three times, trying to get out of his drowsy state. He had driven his pickup truck for many hours, and fearing he'd fall asleep if he took a break, he decided to drive the final hours without rest. He was beyond coffee, and the thermos had run out hours ago. As he drove through the night, hypnotized by the monotony of road in his headlights, he time after time drifted off, then startled and got somewhat alert again. A good thing that except for the car behind him, there was nobody on the deserted road.
As he drifted off once more, the car behind him suddenly gave a short wail of a siren and letting a light bar flicker blue and red continuously.
"Oh crap, not that!" Mike growled and pulled over. The police car stopped behind him and a cop got out and approached Mike's pickup truck, Mike hastily brought down the window. the last thing he'd want is a ticket right now.
The cop now stood by his window, he was a big black guy in his early thirties, sternly staring down at Mike.
"Good evening. Do we know we were speeding and going left to right?" the cop spoke with an overbearing presence, they were polite words but with urgency to them.
"Uhmm.. I.. I guess I might have gone a bit.."
"Not a bit." the cop interrupted, "A lot." he drew near and smelled the air. "Have we been drinking?"
"Oh no, really not!" Mike said, a bit shaken by the cop's dominant attitude.
Mike had a thing for dominance, and a stern man in uniform could make him weak in the knees, which made it a good thing he sat down.
"Sir: produce your driver's license." Mike hastily went through the mess in his glove compartment. He found it, and quickly handed it over. The stern cop took it from him and looked. His eyes widened a bit, then the cop started to grin most menacingly.
"Well, well, well.. If it isn't Mike Penn. Well I'll be damned."
Mike frowned. What..? Suddenly the cop drew near and said in disgust:
"You're that creep from Spanxalot.com.."
Mike gasped for air. How was this possible?! He didn't get much time to ponder it.
"You're that creep from Spanxalot.com! You're the guy who writes all of them plantation stories. Well I'll be damned, I've been meaning to give you some feedback and I guess I get to do that in person now."
Mike was stunned. He didn't like where this was going. At Spanxalot he had posted a series of plantation slavery stories, and now he found himself alone at night on a Mississippi back road, confronted by a black cop who was clearly not amused. He looked at the cop's badge and a shock shot through his body like lightning.
Holy crap - this was none other than Anos Red, THE most extreme spanking and discipline author ever! Mike gasped and looked at the big cop like a rabbit caught in the headlights. The cop reached into Mike's car, and opened the door from within, then grabbed him by his greasy collar and pulled him out of the car.
"Against the car!" the cop demanded.
"Sir.. I.."
"Against the goddamn car ya creep!" the black cop shouted and pushed the already complying driver to hurry him along. He drew close from behind and whispered sternly:
"I've been reading them there plantation stories you wrote. Is there a race issue that I should know about?"
"No. Really not. Seriously."
"That doesn't make you any less of a creep." the cop decided, and suddenly smacked his hand onto Mike's backside and firmly grabbed hold.
"That's quite the ass you got there mr. Penn. I think we can arrange an alternative punishment for your speeding and driving like a runt. I think you know what I'm getting at."
Mike's knees gave out, but the cop grabbed him and pinned him to the pickup truck until he was back on his feet again.
"Well mr Creep? Are we leveling or should I rephrase the question?"
Mike fell silent. His submissive instincts took over and he bowed his head.
"So a spanking it is?" he feebly whispered.
"Spanking? An almighty ass-whooping is what you're gonna get, just like in them there plantation stories of yours!"
Mike squeaked. The cop drew near again, until his lips almost touched Mike's ear, and he whispered with surprising gentleness:
"You'll get it good but I know my real life from my fantasy. Do we have an agreement?"
Mike closed his eyes, then slightly nodded in submission.
Immediately the cop reached around Mike's waist and undid his belt, then forcefully pulled down Mike's pants and briefs onto his ankles. He then took his handcuffs and cuffed Mike's wrists behind his back.
"You're going to get some mr Creep. I'm going to give you something to write about!" he grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him towards the cop car, Mike hastily following with clumsy mini-steps, restrained by the pants on his ankles.
Once there, the officer walked Mike to the front of the cop car and then made him bend over, tummy down on the hood of the police car, illuminated blue and red by the flickering light of the lights bar.
"Stay put mr Creep!" the black cop warned, and went to get something from the car.
Mike lay there tummy down on the hood of the police car, cuffed and with his pants on his ankles, ready to receive whatever would befall him.
The cop returned, slowly waiving a side-handled baton in the flickering lights.
"Well lookie here son. Isn't this your lucky day!"
"Oh please have mercy officer!"
"Not too much mercy in them there stories of yours though, is there?"
"Oh please!"
"Why gladly!" the cop drew near and pinned Mike's back down onto the hood with his left hand. With his right hand he started to insistently tap Mike's buttocks.
"I'd say five for speeding and another five for driving like a runt! Are you ready?"
"Y.. Yes officer.."
"Do you want it?" Mike pinched his eyes shut.
"Y..yes.."
The cop raised his baton, held behind the side-handle, and then smacked the baton across Mike's buttocks. Mike was shocked at just how much it hurt. Then the baton came down again and again, and Mike started screaming in pain, his screams finding no ears but rabbits and owls on the empty back road.
All ten were dealt without mercy, and Mike sweated like a hog by the severity of the spanking. The cop halted and started tracing Mike's buttocks with the rounded tip of his baton.
"You took that rather well mr Creep. But here are ten more for writing that plantation series at Spanxalot!"
"Oh no! No please! Nooo!" Mike screamed, but his voice broke in anguish as smack after smack were dealt with the baton across his rear end, making him shake on his knees, and even worse when the pain of the thrashing sent poor Mike beside himself in the flickering reds and blues of the lights bar.
"Are you pissing on my grill son?!" the cop recoiled in shock and indeed poor Mike was so beside himself that he had let go. "You nasty motherfucker! -Damn- man! I guess that earns you five more.."
"Oh please! Please I beg of you!!" Mike pleaded, and the cop grinned.
"Either that or you get to lick your piss off my bumper." Mike sighed and pushed up his tormented rear, ready for the last strokes of his punishment.
"Somehow that doesn't amaze me Mikey Penn! I do guess you want it don't you?"
"Y.. yes.."
"Good. I'll make these extra special to remember me by!"
Down came a fierce smack, and one more, and so until the five smacks were dealt.
Mike lay moaning on the hood of the cop car, and it was clear to see that aside from the flickering of the lights bar, the backside of Mike had acquired some reds and blues of its own.
"I'd say that's that for now." the cop decided and undid the handcuffs, attaching them and the baton to his belt again. Then he undid his zipper and took out his big dark manmeat, and started rhythmically jerking it, looking at the sight of Mike's well-spanked rear.
"You've got something good to write about now bitch!" the cop panted, and firmly tugged his eager meat.
"I'm sorry.."
"Quite sorry I bet. It's something else than those plantation chapters you keep uploading."
"It.. it won't happen again officer.."
"Are you kidding son? I wanna read how the shit ends, I didn't read nineteen chapters for no fucking cliffhanger!"
"I'll work on it.. Ohww.."
"But thats not what you'll do first." the cop decided. "First you will get your ass behind the keyboard and you'll write what happened to you tonight.."
"But! Err!"
"Oh play with the names and all and create some newbie account to post without shame, but you will post everything that happened tonight to Spanxalot and you'd better damn well make sure I'm going to recognize and like it.." The cop paused, still tugging away at his member. "Or else I'm going to run your name through the computer and make an asswhooping house call. Is that clear?"
"Oh yes! I will! I promise!" Mike moaned, and right then the big police officer came, and squirted his seed all over Mike's tormented rump.
"There, that settles it!" he groaned in satisfaction.
The cop put his sweet parts away, zipped up and got into his cop car. Then he started the car and drove a few yards in reverse, so that Mike, pants still down and seed shining on his tormented hams, slid off the hood and onto the grass beside the road in the headlights of the cop car. Then he gave one short siren wail, shut off the lights bar and drove off in the night.
So, err, that's what happened basically. I'm ashamed to say but maybe you should make that house call even though I've been good and posted it like it was. If you didn't retrieve it from the cop car computer, my address and phone number are in your Spanxalot inbox...
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