jailtime

Mac and the Ball Busters

Part 1

It was a beautiful day, sunny, warm, just the kind that Mac loved when he was making his rounds in town on his department issued motorcycle. It was hot enough that he did not need his leather jacket. He just had on his regular uniform; a tight white t shirt and over that a short sleeved cotton/poly blend uniform shirt with snap buttons. The shirt was tight as hell across Mac’s massive shoulders and big flat pecs. His biceps, the size of melons, strained at the short sleeves. The Sam Brown belt he was wearing cut between his two pecs, further highlighting his massive chest. The belt was wide at his waist acting as a utility belt, the brown leather held his holster, his baton and other equipment. Instead of patrol pants Mac had on breeches made of a cotton/poly blend, they were snug around his body builder’s bubble butt, and very snug around his amply packed crotch. This day he did not wear any underwear, he usually didn’t. He loved the feel of the tight breeches against his always half hard dick. Mac’s breeches were specially made for him with a wide leather ass patch on the seat. The shiny black leather contoured perfectly to his ass and inside thighs. On his size 14 feet Mac wore knee high shiny black leather dehner boots, spit polished every morning.

As the motorcycle vibrated underneath him Mac felt his dick begin to get rock hard. He could feel that his balls were once again full and ready to spurt cop juice. Although it was early afternoon Mac had already let loose several loads of the man cream. His live in “buddy” Thumper, a Marine with a talent for milking Mac, had gotten the day’s first load down his throat, Thumper’s way of waking up the sleeping daddy cop. Load number two had been pumped into cadet, no make that officer Roger’s ass as the two got dressed in the locker room before their shift started. Load 3 had been pumped out at lunch all over an eager punk who had been chewing on Mac’s man tits for twenty minutes when the bear-cop aimed his hose up at the moment of cum.

Still, as the faithful reader knows, three loads in 6 hours was a slow day for this man bull. His dick begged for hot ass or mouth as Mac gunned the cycle down the highway. In the back of Mac’s mind he was looking for a suitable target, hoping to spy a work van with a goateed construction worker, or another cycle with a muscle bound leather clad motorcycle man, or maybe even a sports car with a hot assed clean cut jock behind the wheel.

What he did see was a miata convertible speed by him doing at leas 40 miles over the speed limit. Hard dick or not Mac was still a cop and he flipped on his siren and lights and speed up to pull the car over. To his surprise the car almost immediately pulled off the road, almost as if whoever was inside was trying to get Mac’s attention and had not really mean to speed. As the dust settled Mac climbed off his ride and adjusted his aviator shades. He could see a white haired man sitting in the front seat, solid build short-cropped hair. Mac smiled, he hoped this wasn’t some old queen who just wanted to ogle a well-muscled cop. Mac walked up beside the car and came around so he could get a look at the man in the seat.

Mac’s dick gave a nice burp of pre cum, it liked what it saw. The man had white hair, but looked rugged, not old. He had a tan leathered face, a close clipped white beard and twinkling blue eyes (and a nice smile). He build was solid, not huge but not skinny. He obviously kept in shape and ate right. His tight polo shirt reveled a well sculptured chest.

“License please Sir.”

“Certainly officer.”

“Do you know how fast you were going Sir.”

“I’m sorry officer, I was not paying attention until I saw you, I saw your lights.”

“Hmmmm.” Mac looked at the license, he noted the man was 65 years old. Shit, Mac thought, he doesn’t look a day over 45. “Look, um, Mr. Peters, I should write you a ticket but today’s your lucky day. I just want you to be careful. Keep you mind on driving” But what Mac really wanted was to get this guy alone in bed. Mac knew that his dick must be in sharp relief in his breeches by now, his big vein probably visible through the sheer material.

“Yes officer, thank you. You know… I think that is good advice for both of us.”

“Huh? What?” Mac was already drifting off in a haze of fuck lust. The man in the car carefully raised his hand and let the tip of his finger rest on the clearly outlined head of Mac’s dick.

“I said we all need to remain focused. There are a lot of things that can distract a driver officer.” B now the man was lightly letting his finger brush up and down the length of Mac’s fuck steak.

“Unnnnhhhh, shiiiit Mister. N-n-n-now you n-n-need to back off.”

“Why is that Officer…Stevens?”

“This ain’t…I mean I am gonna… I can’t…I mean you…ohhhh goooooodd.”

“Fuck boy you are one hot pistol aintcha? Come on piggy, shoot for daddy. I know ya wanta.”

“Fcuk mister, d-d-d-don’t call me p-p-p-p ohhhh FUUUCCCKKK!” Mac grabbed the top of the car’s windshield for support as he felt his dick erupt, sending out long ropes of cop cum into his breeches. To the man in the car it looked like Mac was pissing himself.

“Fuckin A boy, come like a man, come on boy, make Daddy hot!”

“Shhhhhhhiiiiitttttttt. Awwwww man!” Mac gasped as the last jet of cum squirted from his fat shaft into his soiled breeches.

“Good job boy. Those are some impressive bull balls on you.” The man gave the bulging balls trapped in the breeches a friendly pat, then, a little bit harder, a quick swat. Mac, who had been in a post-cum haze winced. Without thinking he suddenly had his hand around the man’s wrist, squeezing it hard.

“OK mister, you’ve had your fun. You better know your about five seconds away from spending the night in jail.”

The man smiled, not even trying to extract his hand from Mac’s death grip.

“Certainly officer. Just checking out the merchandise.”

“Not for sale buddy.”

“Of course not, just a…saying.” Mac felt the man’s hand flinch, then, faster than Mac could see he felt the man’s hand slide out and grab Mac’s thick wrist. In seconds Mac was on his knees beside the convertible, his voice straining to remain calm.

“Fuck! Letgo!” The man let go just as suddenly.

“Boy, understand your position and we will get along just fine. I like you, I like your attitude, your hot bod and those big sperm machines under your fat dick. I think I owe you dinner at least. You free this weekend?”

“I don’t really think I-“

“How about you meet me up in Chicago.” The man went on as if Mc had not said anything.

“Chicago, that’s a good two day’s drive from here I-“

“Of course, I’ll have my jet be at the airport Friday. Say 5 p.m.? That should put you at Midway about 7 p.m., enough time for a late bite to eat.”

Mac, for once, was speechless.

“Here’s my card son. Show it to your Captain, he knows me, he’ll vouch I’m on the up and up. Well, at least that I won’t hurt ya…too much!” The man gave a hearty laugh.

“Now I need to run along here officer. Mind your boots, I would hate to get them dusty.” The man put his car in gear and peeled out from the dumbstruck cop. Mac had half a mind to jump on his cycle and chase after the guy, but he didn’t. He figured the guy was some rich old queen and probably off to tell his buddies about the hot cop who spluged.

Shit! Mac swore to himself, how the hell did that happen? He chuckled and looked at the card. There was just a phone number on it and a name:

Mr. Richard Peters and written next to it. “Call to confirm.” Huh! Mac smiled, he was about to tear up the card when he had a mental flash of the guy’s eyes and how deep and blue they were. Maybe he could just ask the Captain about him.

Part 2

“Richard Peters? Peters? Oh you mean Dick! Sure, old army buddy. You run into him here? Wonder why he is in town? Big player Mac, big player, heavy into real estate last I heard. Worth millions. You pulled him over? Write a ticket?”

“No Sir.”

“Hehehe, I bet now, he had a certain…way. If you know what I mean?”

Mac was standing before the captain’s desk, standing at attention. His mind went back to the scene at the car, how hard he came. He could feel his dick start to get hard. Fuck! He willed it to go down, but his member was up and hungry, read to cum again.

“I see maybe you do.” The Captain stood up and came up next to Mac. Mac felt the Captain’s hand rest on his bubble butt. The captain gave it the slightest of squeezes. He leaned into Mac’s ear.

“Shit Stevens, don’t tell me there was an… incident.”

“No sir!”

“Fuck Stevens don’t lie to me! Not with a rock hard dick in your breeches and those stains down the front! Dammit boy I have told you a hundred time to keep that thing under control!”

“Yes Sir.”

SMACK! The Captain gave Mac’s ass a big swat. Mac could feel a bead of sweat break out across his brow.

SMACK! “Like that Stevens? Feel like you need some…discipline?”

“No Sir, I-“

SMACK!

“No more talking officer! I am tired of your insubordination! “

SMACK!

“Do you know how many calls I get about you Stevens?”

“No Sir, I-“

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

“No talkin boy! Fuck I get calls, letters, emails, fuckin A I get telegrams about you and your leaky boner son!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Wives complaining that you turned out their studly husbands and now they have to use a strap on, calls from foremen who say you tied up their men for hours at a time, and sometimes they are hard to untie!”

Mac smiled.

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

“Think this is funny?!”

Mac did not answer. “Good boy. Now, bend over, I’m gonna beat some sense into ya!”

“OH GOD I UNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

“Fuck Stevens! You did not just cum?!”

“I, oh, uh, I couldn’t help-“

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The captain was winded, Mac felt like his ass was on fire. His dick was rock hard again.

“Jesus H Stevens, how the hell do I get through to you? Maybe Dick Peters will do some good. You be at that airport Friday evening or I will have your badge Saturday morning. Am I clear?”

“Yes Sir!”

Later that night as Thumper was gently massaging lotion onto Mac’s tanned hide Mac dialed the number.

“Yes?” The female voice with a slight British accent on the other end threw Mac off.

“Uh, well, this is Officer Stevens…”

“Mac Stevens?”

“Uh, Yes.”

“Mr. Peters would like to know if you will be at the airport?”

“Yes.”

“Very good, and a wise choice I might add. His jet will depart at 5 pm exactly. Do not be late. Here is a list of the items you will bring with you on your person-“

“Uh, wait, let me get a pen.”

“That will not be necessary Officer. Bring these only- construction style boots, socks, jean shorts, white tank top, driver’s license, a credit card and a cell. The last two items are for your peace of mind and are optional. Do not bring anything else with you, am I clear?”

“Uh, I think so?”

“Now would be the time to ask Mr Stevens…”

“No, I uh, I understand.”

“Good. Hanger I69, 5 pm departure.” Click, the woman hung up.

“Fuck that was weird.” Mac rolled over, his rock hard dick flipped a strand of pre cum off the tip. Thumper looked at Mac, then the dick then Mac again with a smile.

“Go on…” Thumper said as he slide his lips over the red crown of Mac’s shaft.

“Ohhh God yeah buddy. Well, I gotta find my apir of jean shorts, been so damn looooooong. And a white tank top, I wanna make it tight as helllllllll. Ummm yeah buddy, suck harder. Daddy needs to really bust a nut!”

Part 3

“You look nervous buddy.” Thumper reached over and patted Mac’s naked thigh. He was driving Mac to the airport Friday afternoon.

“Well fuck Thumper, I guess I am , and wearing this damn clone out fit doesn’t help.”

Thumper gave a laugh. “Fuck Mac, helped me. I still can’t believe how old those damn shorts are.”

“I bet I haven’t worn em since I was in the Marines”

“They look it too. Fuck Mac, they are a bit small, and there not more than 5 strings holding the whole damn thing together anyway.”

“damn right! I can barely keep my block and tackle in side.”

“Might as well just give up buddy. I could pull over and drain those babies one more time?” Thumper’s own dick was rock hard as he thought about the scene just a half an hour ago, Mac dressed, ready to go, but his frayed jean shorts were just too old and small, his fat floppy dick kept falling out. Thumper had taken the opportunity to get on his knees and give the muscle bound police stud a quick blow job.

“Fuck you know that would be good bud, but we can’t be late. Don’t worry, I’ll wear these more often now that I know how hot they get you.”

“Fuck Mac, you could wear a paper bag and I’d be hot.”

Mac reached over the ruffled Thumpers’ high and tight hair.

Thumper pulled up to the hanger. A tall, blond haired man dressed in tight jeans and a tight white Tee came up to his side of the car. Thumper rolled down the window. The Man peered inside and smiled.

“Which one of you studs in Mac Stevens.”

“I am bud.”

“Great. You will need to follow me into the hanger.”

Mac got out and came around and gave Thumper a quick kiss. “Don’t wait up.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do Mac.”

“Fuck kid, what kind of limit is that?” Mac smiled. As he turned to follow the guard in the guard stopped Mac for a second and went back to the car.

“Uh, you’ll have to stay here,” he said to the Marine, “No non-authorized personnel beyond here.”

“Of Course.”

“But, uh, you don’t have to go if you don’t want. I mean, alls I do is show Mr Stevens in. And um, welll.” By this time Thumper’s hand had wandered over to the guard’s chest, he lightly felt for a nipple through the tight white shirt. Jackpot!

“Ohhhhh yeahhhh.”

“Sure mister guard. I’ll sit tight. You come right back hear?”

“You know it stud!”

True to his word the guard guided Mac to the hanger door and then handed him off to another man, similarly dressed. But this man was built like a tank, and had a huge handle bar moustache.

“Mister Stevens” he said in a heavy German accent. “Excellent. The plane is warming up. You can go right aboard. Let me show you.”

Mac followed the guy across the hanger to the plane outside. Mac liked the view of the man’s body builder bubble butt and felt his dick begin to grow.

As they came through the Hanger doors they came across a sight that Made Mac burp a small wad of pre cum. Two tall men, both of whom had a swimmer’s trim body, in tight faded levi’s and again, tight white T shirts, were lip locked, one leaning up against the side of the building while the other manhandled him from on top. The guy had his hand on the other guys crotch, gently stroking the rigid out line of a cock trapped in the guys jeans. The German man cleared his throat. The two slowly broke apart and both stood up. They smiled at Mac, the one who had been against the hanger reached out his hand.

“Rod Steele, I’ll be your Captain tonight.” Mac shook his hand.

“Roger Manely, co-pilot!”

The two smiled and all three men drank in each other’s tight bodies. The German man cleared his throat.

“I am sure Mr. Stevens is eager to get to Chicago.”

“Oh he’s eager all right” said Roger, eyeing the half of Mac’s dick now completely out of his jean shorts. All of the men laughed.

“Still,” the German said, his eyes now feasting as well on Mac’s cock “Still, we must not be late. You three aboard. I am sorry I will be missing this trip Mr. Stevens. Perhaps when you return I can get to know you better.”

“Absolutely. I’m counting on it.” Mac smiled and shook the man’s hand.

The plane was no piper cub. It was a converted 727, huge and inside it had been stripped and refitted to resemble the lounge of an upscale hotel. Big cushy seats, a bar, even a wide screen TV. Back behind the partition Mac assumed there was more, perhaps sleeping quarters?

“Not a bad set up huh?” Mac turned around to see Roger the co-pilot leaning up against the door from the cock pit. His long hard dick was clearly outlined in his faded levis. Mac smiled and walked over to the toned blonde.

“Not bad at all. Mr. Peters seems to have the best of everything.” Mac stared hard into the co-pilot’s eyes as his hand gripped the man’s encased dick.

“Shit mister you are one hot fucker.”

“You have no idea.” Mac began stroking the man through his jeans. The co-pilot began to moan. He suddenly grabbed the back of Mac’s head and brought Mac’s mouth over his. Soon the two men were locked in an animalistic soul kiss. Mac struggled to get his breath as the other man sucked his tongue hard. Mac began to rapidly stroke the levi shod dick. Roger broke free.

“Fuckin’ A buddy. Work that crank for me man. Make me shoot my load. I want Daddy Steele to see a big wet spot when I go back up to the cock…pit.”

“Shit nasty ass boy, dumping your load in your jeans like some teenager. I oughta bend you over and ream your ass out with my punk fuck stick”

“Oh God yeah mister, I bet you’d make me moan like a bitch.”

“There’s only one bitch here Roger!” Mac looked up to see the pilot, Rod, standing in the door way. He had a big grin on his face.

“Ain’t me Mac, ain’t Rog either, guess you haven’t met our cabin boy yet huh? Look behind you.”

Mac’s head turned, his hand still working the moaning co-pilot. Behind him, in barely there, tight as hell, leather shorts was a gorgeous boy. About 5 feet 8 inches tall, stocky muscle stud build, pouty lips and a willing smile on his face. The kid looked like he might be 20, but it was hard to tell. Apart from his eyebrows the kid had no hair. His entire body, including his bush, was hairless, his head clean shaved. Mac smiled back.

Suddenly he heard Roger gasp. “Fuck Rod, Uh, Sir, he’s gonna make me spluge.”

“Resist son or you know what will happen.”

“Ungh, Oh God sir I can’t, too much.”

“What’ll happen?” Mac asked, his attention now focused on getting Roger off.

“Tell him punk.”

“Oh Goooooooddddddd. You gotta stop Mac, if I-I-I-I shoot I’ll have to pilot the plane top Chicago with a 12 inches dildo up my ass.”

“Has he taken that before Rod?”

“All the timeMac, fucker loves it.”

“N-n-nooo.”

“”Yeah? Then cum punk, come now!” Mac leaned in and kissed Roger hard. That broke whatever will was left and Roger felt his balls contract and ropes of jizz shoot out his dick into his jeans. He moaned long and loudly.

“Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

Mac laughed as the other man stumbled back from him. Rod had a huge grin on his face.

“Dammit Mac. I was just kidding, that boy ain’t never done more than about 6 inches up his muscled ass.”

“Don’t matter none Rod, you said that was his punishment, now go set the boy up. I’ll make myself at home with your other boy here.”

“You’re a sick fuck, I like that Mac. Oh, and, that ain’t mine, it’s Mr. Peters, so be careful.”

Mac turned around to re-examine the boy behind him.

“What’s your name son?”

“Boy, sir.”

“No shit? Well, looks like Mr Peters got you trained well.”

“Yes sir. Can I get you anything sir? A drink? Something to eat?” The boy was talking to Mac but his eyes were resting on Mac’s hard dick, which was sticking out from the bottom of his jean shorts and dripping.

“A beer boy, and your mouth would be fine.”

The boy smiled. “Yes Sir!”

The boy went behind the bar and got a cold bottle out of the fridge. He handed it to Mac who was by now sitting in one of the large overstuffed chairs. He had his legs spread wide and his whole dick now fished out of his pants. The boy knelt down and licked the tip of Mac’s hard dick, tasting the sweet pre cum.

“Fuck boy that’s nice. Go slow, I got a couple of loads but I don’t wanna blow too soon.”

The boy looked up and smiled. He bought his mouth off the red monster.

“If you like Sir I can keep you on the edge until we get to Chicago.”

“You think you can do that boy?”

“Yes sir, it’s only an hour’s flight/”

Mac laughed out loud. “Boy, I’ve gotten off 5 times in an hour. You ain;t gonna keep that juice in my balls for more than five minutes, not with that mouth. No suck me off and then maybe we can take our time.”

“I can’t do that Sir.”

“What?!”

“Mr. Peters Sir, he told me one load only on the flight.”

“He did?”

“Yes sir, said I should cuff you if you don’t agree.”

“Fuck boy, you cuff me? I don’t think so!” Mac stood up but the boy was lightening fast. Before Mac could even take a swing the kid, who was exceptionally strong, had Mac’s arms behind his back and was clicking on a pair of cuff’s he’d grabbed from the table beside the chair. He pushed Mac back down so Mac was sitting on his hands.

“FUCK BOY! GET THESE DAMN THINGS OFF OF ME!”

He heard a laugh from behind him. It was Rod the Captain again.

“Fuck Mac, looks like our boy showed off his people handling skills.”

“Dammit Rod, tell him to unhook me.”

“What’s wrong boy?”

“Mr. Peters told me one load Sir. I don’t think Mister Steven’s was willing to go along.”

Rod laughed even harder now.

“Ahhhhh fuck Mac, nothin I can do and now you’re in trouble too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Boy here can keep a man on the edge for hours. I suppose he plans to do that to you now, right boy?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Shit!”

“Relax Mac. Once we’re up in the air I’ll come back and keep ya company stud. Better strap him in boy, we’ll be takin off soon.” The Boy put a seat belt across Mac’s chest and waist and then slid down again onto his knees. Mac groaned, part out of frustration and part out of pure horniess as the boy slid his hot mouth over the mushroom head of Mac’s fat police dick.

“Fuck boy, no way you can keep me on the edge for an hour.”

Well it was really much more than an hour. The jet taxied down the runway and it took a half an hour before they took off and reached cruising altitude. The boy was diligent about Mac’s hard cock, carefully nibbling the large vein that ran down the shaft, lightly licking the piss hole, then swallowing the whole cock down the short and curliers, sucking hard for about ten seconds and then popping the cock out of his mouth. Mac’s mouth was a non-stop run of cuss words as he watched his dick bobbing in the air, unable to get off. He was dripping, a lot, but what he really wanted to do was shoot, hard. Finally after the plane took off he got a minutes rest. Rod came back and stood in front of Mac. The pilot’s fat shlong was in bas-relief down his tight Levi’s. A wet spot had formed at the tip. The pilot pointed behind him to a camera mounted on the bulkhead.

“Hot show Mac. Roger got off a second round, what with the video feed of you and that fat rubber dick up his ass. He’s got the jet on autopilot, but he needs to watch the ship. I’m sure that we can milk another load out of him, whatdaya say?”

“Fuuuuccckk buddy. I can’t take this anymore, I gotta cum. My balls’ ll burst.”

“Suck it up solider! Boy, ass up!” Rod felt the leather clad ass on the boy, which was offered up to the captain. Rod found the ass zipper and slid it down, exposing the ripe muscle ass on the Boy.

“You lubed up Boy?”

“Yes Sir” He got out between licks of Mac’s cock head.

“Good job.” The pilot unzipped his jeans, fishing out, with some difficulty, his hard shaft. He rubbed the head with his fingers until it glistened.

“See you’re a leaker too Rod.”

“Fuck yeah buddy. Best lubricant in the world for a tight ass. Get ready boy.”

“Standing by Sir!..ungh!..oh that’s it Sir, drive it home.”

“Take my long dick Boy! And keep on with Mr Stevens now!”

Mac moaned in extreme lust and frustration as the Boy restarted his teasing. Despite the vicious butt pounding he was getting, the Boy focused like a laser on Mac’s fat dripping prick. He licked it, he nibbled it, down swallowed it to the root, he blew on it, he sucked the tip, he raked his teeth along the bulging vein down the side, he let it brush his cheek, he kissed it, he bat his long eye lashes against it, he poked his tongue down the piss hole, he lightly licked the under side. Mac was in sheer agony and he was not sure he wanted it to end.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mac’s moan and screams reverberated through the cabin. Suddenly, from the cockpit came a loud noise. Rod looked up to the cabin door but never broke his fuck stride.

“Fuck! Roger! Did you just shoot another wad?”

“Yes Sir” came the weak reply.

“Fuck Mac, can’t say I blame him too much. Seeing you in such pain is making my cum boil. I’m gonna have to unload pretty quick today Boy!”

“Yes Sir, I’m ready.”

“Fuck that don’t matter Boy, but here it comes anyway!”

“Give it to me Sir! Fill me up with your red hot cum!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGHHH Take it! Take it!”

Rod’s face screwed up in a mask of pleasure as he shot hot wads of man cum into the muscled youth. Mac was jealous.

“Good job boy, keepin that ass tight!” Rod withdrew his dripping dick and smacked the Boy on his butt.

“OK, time to let Mister Stevens get off, then clean him and get ready for landing.

“Oh thank God!” Mac moaned, the Boy was nibbling the tip of Mac’s dick when Rod gave the news.

“Yes Sir!” The boy said with a smile and then dove down with his mouth wide open onto Mac’s vibrating member.

“Jeeeeeeeeeessssssssssuuuuuuuuusssssss!!!!!!!!!!” Mac screamed as the kid began to suck as hard as he could, at the same time mashing Mac’s balls in his hand. Mac’s balls were on a trip wire from the endless teasing and all Mac had to do was feel that Boy’s hot mouth on his glans, grunt and then loose his mind as he felt the cum racing up from his balls and down his fat shaft.

The Boy felt it too, and with the kind of grace only a practiced cocksucker could pull off he popped Mac’s dick out of his mouth and stepped back. Mac’s dick was like a firehose left unattended. It was herking and jerking this way and that as thick ropes of man cum flew out the tip. SPLAT! SPLAT!PLSAT! they went as they hit the Boy from five feet away. The Boy smiled as rope after rope smacked him across his bare chest. He counted six steaming hot ropes of stud jizz before Mac shot a few smaller ones that fell to the floor.

Mac’s rolled his head back onto the leather seat.

“Fuck son! Shit that was too damn much, liable to give me a heart attack.”

“Thank you Sir!”

Mac laughed as the Boy undid the straps.

“Stand here Sir, I will be right back.” The boy came back a second later with a warm towel and began to dry Mac off. The Boy took his time, letting the soft towel linger over Mac’s bulging muscles.

“Like them huh son?”

“Yes sir, you are one built stud Sir.”

“You know it Boy. Here, feel my pecs, nice huh? Why donthca lick em for me son, especially the tits…oooohh that’s nice Boy.” Mac put his hand on the Boy’s head and gently pushed him in closer. Mac’s dick, never really soft, began to get hard again. The Boy’s hands, which were feeling Mac’s muscled up body ran over the newly hard dick. The Boy gasped. But Mac just pushed him harder against his chest.

“What did you expect Boy? I didn’t pump out half of what I got, especially since you let go so soon. Now why don’t we just ease on over here and see if that ass of yours is as tight as Rod says.”

The intercom sprang to life.

“Not now Mr. Stevens! Boy! Compose yourself.” The boy slid out from Mac’s grasp and stood back, smiling. Mac’s face was a look of lust and despair, and disappointment.

“Sorry Sir, but Mister Peters said only one cum for you this flight.”

“Fuck Son, I got plenty of juice, no need to ration.” But Mac new arguing was useless. He sighed and settled back into the chair and put on his seatbelt.

Part Four

The plane landed a few minutes later. Rod and Roger came out of the cockpit. Roger’s jeans had a huge wet spot on them. They both gave Mac a long steamy threeway kiss that only the not-so-sublte coughing of the Boy broke up.

“Uh, right Mr. Stevens, Mr. Peters has arranged for his limo to pick you up.” Rod opened the airplane door and stairs were rolled up to the door. He pointed to a long black limo on the tarmac.

“It has been a pleasure Mac. I will see you Sunday night for the return flight, I assume.”

“Yeah, ok, thanks for everything.” Mac wondered what he meant by that, he was coming back Sunday right?

As Mac walked towards the limo, really a long modified Hummer, the front driver’s side door opened and a huge man got out. He was at least seven feet tall and was hugely muscled. He looked like a wrestler. His head was shaved, he had a full goatee and both ears pierced. He wore a tight sleeveless t shirt and hanging on his side were huge arms, much bigger than Mac’s own buffed up arms. Around each bicep were wide Celtic designed bands in black ink. The man’s body went down to a narrow waist, like a V and then flared back out with huge quads encased in shiny sliver material pants. The bulge encased in those silver jeans was huge, Mac’s mouth watered.

“Mister Stevens?” The man asked from behind dark glasses, Mac could feel the driver checking out his body from head to toe, stopping back up at Mac’s hard dick poking out of his jean shorts.

“Had a good flight I see? Good, Mr. Peters likes his guest to be, uh, primed to go.”

“That I am buddy, heck if ya want we can go right here and I can promise you I’d still be primed for your boss.”

The driver smiled and shook his head slightly.

“A word of advice Mr. Stevens, Mr. Peters’ word is final, cross him and you will pay. Understand?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. Just a stud like you is hard to pass up.”

“Who said you were passing me up? The weekend is just beginning Mr Stevens.” Another dazzling smile. He opened the passenger door and Mac climbed in. He felt a loud smack(!) on his ass. Mac turned and smiled at the driver.

Mac made himself comfortable in the limo. The car was really a Hummer that had been cut in half and extended, it was a beamoth vehicle. Two bench seats faced each other, more like couches than car seats. Mac assumed that at least one of them folded out to make a king sized bed, at least. There was a bar, a TV/DVD set up and probably a dozen other things Mac didn’t know to look for. Mac figured he could have moved into the car and lived comfortably for weeks at a time.

“You comfortable Mr. Stevens” came the driver’s voice over the intercom.

“Sure bud. So this this your Boss’ ride huh? Pretty Sweet. I bet he can have some wild times in here.”

“I think you will find out soon enough.” The driver said with a laugh.

The driver took Mac someways outside the city and into the Illinois countryside. It seemed to Mac they kept turning down country road after country road, until they got to a dirt road and an old gate.

“Mr. Peter’s does not like uninvited visitors, he keeps a low profile,” the driver explained.

There was a long drive up to the biggest house Mac had ever seen. It was carved out of a light colored limestone and was three stories tall. The front door was really an immense set of doors sheltered under an overhanging roof so one could get out of the car without getting wet if it was wet. The driver hopped out and got Mac’s door before Mac could even find the door handle. Standing at the bottom of a set of steps that went up to the front door was a finely chiseled young man with olive skin wearing nothing but what appeared to be a pair of dark blue terry cloth short shorts. The man stood ramrod straight, his pecs jutting out and his hard nipples jutting out even further. Mac noted with a smaile that everything seemed to jut out, down to the ample package stored in the terry cloth trunks.

“Mr. Stevens, Mr. Peters is expecting you, please follow me,” the man said with a slight accent Mac could not place.

Mac was led inside to a massive foyer decorated as if it was a medieval castle, down to two suits of amour keeping guard on either side.

Mac followed the man into a small elevator. The man closed the doors and the elevator rose slowly up. It was small enough that the man’s chest touched Mac’s back, feeling hot and electric. Mac backed up a half a step, pressing his body against the man. A small moan went up from behind Mac.

“P-p-please Sir, you are to go see Mr. Peters right away.”

Mac turned around, his hand going for the now rock hard piece of meat in the man’s shorts.

“Fuck buddy, ain’t there time for a quickie?”

“No!” the man suddenly regained his senses as the elevator stopped and the door opened. He motioned Mac out into the hall way. Mac laughed as he saw the man try to rearrange his dick so it would not stick directly out. Realizing it was uselss the man sighed and opened the large wood paneled door infront of him.

“Mr. Stevens Sir.” The man said, standing ramrod striaght again, which only served to highlight his aroused state.

The older gentleman that Mac had pulled over got up from behind a large oak desk. Mac though he looked very sharp in his navy suit. Mac had never considered men in suits to be sexy, but he was beginging to think he could change his mind.

“Ahh thank you Carlos. I see that you have already experianced Mr. Stevens charms.”

“Honest Mr. Peters there was nothi-“

“It is alright Carlos” Mr. Peters put his hand up. “There are few men of any persuasion that could resist a rack of meat such as Mr. Stevens offers. Tell the Kitchen we will dine at eight.” Carlos bowed deeply and left the room.

“Ahh Mr. Stevens, I am glad you could make it.”

“You can call me Mac if you like.”

“Mr. Stevens will do, and you will refer to me at Mr Peters, understood?”

“Yes…sir.”

“Good. Now listen carefully, I want you to enjoy yourself this weekend. If you require anything to make yourself comfortable just let one of the servants know. My only request is that you keep control of that water sprinkler you call a dick until we go out tonight. Understood?” Mr. Peters was now right in front of Mac, his hands gently tracing a figure eight pattern on the tight scoop neck t-shirt Mac wore.

“I will try Mr. Peters.”

“You do that Mr. Stevens, I do not like to be disappointed.” He went back to his desk and pressed a button. A few seconds later another young man, in the same terry cloth trunks, came into the room.

“Alec, show Mr. Stevens to his room. I have laid out your attire for dinner and later Mr Stevens. I hope it is to your liking.”

Mac left with his head spinning and his dick rock hard. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into but he felt like he was gonna like every second of it.

The young man showed Mac to his room. Mac had to summon every ounce of restraint not to throw the man onto the large four poster bed and ride his ass until he got sweet relief. The young man could sense the animal in Mac and seemed to try to keep his backside facing away from Mac. The young man left in such a hurry Mac forgot to ask where the bathroom was.

After opening a closet (big enough to live in, but empty), a door that revealed a bar (fully stocked) he finally found a large bathroom, bigger than Mac’s own master suite back home. Mac stripped off his shorts and shirt, shucked his shoes and admired his body in the fully mirrored bathroom. The shower was big enough for 5 people and Mac did not doubt for a minute that it had not seen at least that many men soaped up in there. Mac took a long hot shower, trying hard not to let his hand slide down his six pack stomach and grab his super charged dick head and just begin to STROKE!

When he stepped out he found the pile of supper fluffy towels and dried off. Back in the room he found on the bed two boxes.

The first one had written on it “please wear these while on the grounds.” In it were 5 pair of the same dark blue terry cloth shorts Mac had seen on the servants. Mac pulled one out and shimmied into it. The trunk fit like a glove, showing off both his high n tight bubble butt and his half hard dick.

The second box changed that dick from half to full in a heartbeat. It was marked “For Friday Night’s festivities. Change into after dinner.” Mac pulled off the lid and inside were 6 items. The first were two tall (19 inch) shiny black Dehners in his size. Then a leather biker’s cap that fits just fine, and a heavy as shit leather motorcycle jakcet. Mac laughed at Mr. Peter’s old school butch taste. Still, he thought, can’t argue with a classic.

Last but not least were two other items. A pair of thin leathered black leather chaps with a red stripe down either side. Mac figured they looked skin tight. To compliment those was a black leather jock strap. Mac’s rock hard dicked begged for releif, but upon laying out all of the clothes he knew that relief would be soon in coming and more than likely most enjoyable.

There was a soft knock at the door. Yet another overly muscled young man stuck his head in.

“Mr. Stevens, Mr. Peters asked me to lead you to dinner, if you could…damn!”

The young man eyed Mac’s body complete with the hard dick pushing the limits of the shorts Mac had on.

“Like whatcha see boy?”

“Yes Sir! But we need to get a move on. Mr. Peters hates late dinner guests!”

The young man led Mac out to a large porch, which over looked well kept grounds and a large, inviting pool. Mr. Peters had changed into a pair of the ubiquitous shorts and a tight white tee. Mac noted with lust that Mr. Peter’s crotch seemed well packed in the shorts. Mac’s own cock started to get hard as if to remind Mac that he needed to empty his overflowing balls soon.

“Mr. Stevens! Come, sit, eat. We will leave in about an hour for the city. I want you dressed and ready to go then. I think you will enjoy the club tonight, I will personally see to it!”

An hour later Mac stood in the large entry hall way, his body shaking with lust, anticipation and perhaps just a touch of fear. He had squeezed his body into the chaps and jacket. His rock hard cock strain against the leather jock, making it protrude obscenely. And as if Mac could not get anymore extied, in walked Mr. Peters. Dressed for the evening. He had a large white shirt on that opened down to his waist. Mac could see his well muscled and well tanned chest underneath. For pants Mr Peters had on skin ticht breeches, the kind that flare slightly at the thights, but also showed off his packed crotch and his tight ass. He had worn tall black leather dehner boots as well. In his hand was a leather crop. He smacked it loudly against his thigh and smiled at Mac.

“Not, I can assure you Mr. Stevens, a prop.”

“Yes Sir!” Mac repressed a moan but couldn’t stop his dick from burping up a large dollop of pre cum. Mr. Peters came up close to Mac and looked him in the eyes. His hand wandered down Mac’s bare chest until he found the super packed leather jock. He grabbed Mac’s packet and gave it a good squeeze.

“I like you Mr. Stevens, stay in line and you will have a lot of fun this evening. Step out of line and I will personally see to it that you do not have a good time for a long time. Your captain warned me about you and your insatiable appetites. I will brook no cumming until I command it, understood.”

“Yes Sir.” Mr. Peters gave Mc’s balls a good hard squeeze.

“What?”

“Yes Sir!”

Hard still he squeezed, Mac felt like he might pass out.

“What!?”

“YES SIUNGHR!”

Mac doubled over as Mr. Peters released his balls. A smart smack from the crop on Mac’s left tit made Mac stand back up straight. Mr. Peters smiled. He had a michevious look in his eyes.

“Your balls felt very full Mr. Stevens. If I were a crueler man I would make you work your crank on the ride into the city, but I am fairly sure you would not make it. And as much as it would make me harder than hell to punish you for cumming, I think I have better uses for your police stud sauce tonight. Come on, get in the car.”

They took the hummer in to the city. As they got in Mr. Peter’s produced a set of fur lined cuffs for Mac’s hands. Mac’s eyes went wide but he said nothing.

“Sit on that seat” Mr. Peters said pointing to the side behind the driver’s head. He took in turn each of Mac’s hands, attached a cuff to them and then attached the cuff to a hook in the wall of the hummer. Mac’s arms were now spread out, and soon he was spread eagle as Mr. Peter’s also applied cuffs to Mac’s booted feet. Mac now faced Mr. Peters, his legs spread and his arms spread, his leather jock pointing angrily. With a deft hand Mr. Peters slid the jock down and freed Mac’s already hard cock and then let is snap back up. Mac’s bals were still encase but now his dick pushed the jock down and arched out at a 45 degree angle.

“No Mr. Stevens, I am not that cruel, I will not make you work your fat shaft, but I am cruel enough that this ride will test your restraint. I know that big muscle cops like yourself love to see other muscle cops getting abused. Don’t look surprised Mr. Stevens, you are not the first buffed out peace officer I have strung up back here, maybe one fo the finest, but not the first. Besides which, I have seen your file and you seem to be just as fond of rutting with your brother officers as you do with common street punks. So just sit back and try to relax. Oh, and watch this interesting video until he get to the club. Remember Mac, if you cum it will be a long time before you cum again!”

Mac tried to relax but the cuffs kept him almost suspended. But more to the point was the super hot video that Mr. Peters played. It was not ordinary porn tape, nor was is just a homemade tape. It appeared to be well photographed but instead of porn actors each scene had Mr. Peters in it, along with hunky as hell cops in full uniform.

There isn’t really space to go into the whole video, of which Mac only saw about 35 minutes, but I will relate a few choice scenes, many of which had mac right on the cusp of shooting his wad.

One scene had what appeared to be a blond state trooper, ripped as hell and packed into his uniform so tight Mac guessed it must have been custom made for this encounter. The guy looked nervous but his fat cock, outlined so clearly in his sheer breeches, gave away his lust. The video started with the blond god beside his cruiser, waiting. Soon a large pick up pulled up and Mr Peters, dressed in tight jeans and a cut off plaid shirt, acting as a red neck, jumped out.

“Officer C----!” the name was bleeped out. “Glad to see you here. Let’s get started. You owe me one load of cum for giving my guests a ticket last weekend. Ain;t that right boy?”

“Y-y-yes Sir”

“And we agreed I could get the load out my way, right? Right!?”

“Y-y-yes Sir!”

“Fish out that fat cunt splitter punk.” Mac moaned as the trooper unzipped his tight breeches and fish out an already hard dick, eleven inches of fat male dominance, being put in its place by Mr. Peters.

“And the balls fucker!”

The trooper fished out two heavy and large ball sacs too. His hairy nuts were the size of tennis balls. With practiced precision Mr. Peters hefted the fat shlong and grabbed the two balls. The trooper gasped but said nothing. Mr. Peters shot him a warning look. Then Mr. Peter attached a loop of leather around the ball sack, the loop was wide and thick and had a large chrome hook attached to it. Next Mr. Peters took out of his back pocket a pair of cuffs, shiny chrome

“Hands behind you pig!”

The trooper complied and Mr. Peters slapped on the cuff. Next he took out of his other back pocket a leather riding crop much like the one he had now with Mac. He gave the Trooper’s extended dick a quick SNAP of the crop. The trooper gasped but said nothing.

“Here’s the rules fuck pig. I get to beat this load out of your sorry dick. That’s right, with this here crop. I beat your dick until you cum, sound fair?”

“Yes sir” came a smaller voice from the trooper.

“Fuck boy, no it don’t. Now how would this be more interesting? Hmmm? I know. I got me a bunch of one pound weights in my pick up. For each ten smacks of this crop I’ll add another weight to your balls? So basically you gotta cum before I rip your balls off. Got that?”

The trooper’s face broke out in sweat and he looked like he was gong to say something but instead he bit his lower lip and said “Yes sir.”

“Now how about we started off with 3 pounds, sound good?”

“Three pou-“ The trooper caught himself.

“What was that fucker? Make it five then! Got anything to say about that?”

“N-n-n-no Sir.” The trooper was sweating through his tight shirt now.

Mac groaned again as he saw the tape of Mr. Peters slowly adding 5 one pound weights to the hook around the trooper’s balls. Beads of sweat ran down the trooper’s face

Mr. Peters stepped back and raised his arm.

“Hope you get off easy son. Oh hell, I’m lying, I hope you’re damn nuts rip off first!”