He gets pulled over on his walk home from work. He worked in a restaurant kitchen, dishwasher, but because of how wet he gets, the smells from the kitchen stick to him so much easier. It is after 10 PM and suddenly he is surrounded by Red and Blue lights. A quick siren flares behind him as a cop pulls up. A beautiful woman steps out of the car and taps her nightstick against her hand as she tells him to stop. Realizing she is talking to him, he stops and turns around. “Can I help you?” he asks
“Why are you walking around this late at night in all black?” she asks looking him up and down.
“I just got out of work, and the uniform is all black” he says smiling at her and shrugging.
“A likely story” she says as she pulls out her cuffs. “We have a report of a suspicious individual around here, and it matches your description” she says looking at her phone for the description of the individual. “Male, brown hair, white skin, overweight”
He blushes, and shakes his head at her. “I swear it’s not me” he says putting his hands up to show that he doesn’t have a weapon.
She holsters her phone and steps up to him. “I’m going to have to make sure of that” she says placing her hand on his chest and squeezes.
He just nods his head, forgetting entirely about what he has in his pockets.
The patdown takes a few minutes, but for some reason focuses on his rump and thighs, as well as his lower belly as opposed to where his pockets are. When she does get to his side pockets, she looks up into his eyes as she pulls out a small silver pocket knife. It gleams in the lights from the police car and she examines it. It was a little rusted from age, and in the darkness of the area, it could be mistaken for blood.
“Alright, you have a choice” she says as she pulls out a ziplock bag from one of her pouches on her belt. She drops the knife into it, and pulls out another bag for his phone and wallet, as well as some change he had found while walking. “I can either arrest you and take you to jail for lying to a police officer, or you can drop your pants right this second and let me peg you with my nightstick. Then you’ll be on your way”
He gulps and blushes. “Will I get my stuff back?”
“Aside from your knife yes”
“My mother gave that to me 15 years ago, I’ve kept it on me ever since”
“It’s evidence” She says shrugging her shoulders.
“Peg me” he says hesitantly
“Drop your pants then”
He undoes his belt and lets his jeans fall to his ankles. She looks down at the bulge made in the front of his boxers. His thumbs then look around the elastic of his underwear and he then drops them to his ankles revealing his manhood full of blood, and standing at full attention.
He then scuttles about 5 feet to the left and bends over a fire hydrant that was nearby. Both hands grab on to the top of the hydrant as he bends over, presenting himself to her. His manhood swings back and forth until it stops, the head pointing straight at the ground. She returns to her cruiser and opened the trunk. She pulls out a small sack and pulls out a bottle of lube and a red apple. “Put this in your mouth” she says grabbing him by the back of the head and shoving the apple into his mouth. She then lets him watch as she strokes the nightstick up and down with her hands glistening with lube. He then noticed that the nightstick had been chiseled to look like a penis, complete with veins running down the shaft from the tip.
His eyes followed the path her hand made until the whole thing was shining with the lube. She goes to his rump, bends over and bites into it gently, as if getting a taste of him. A small moan escapes his lips at the bite but then he begins to groan in pain as she slides the nightstick into his rump. It is thicker than he was, and he had never taken anything in his hole before so he was in a lot of pain. Once he was able to accommodate the whole shaft, he begins to moan as she pumps the nightstick back and forth. “Good boy” she says as she holds the base of the penis and begins to unscrew the end of the nightstick. She reaches into a pouch and pulls out a different attachment for the nightstick and screws that into place. It now resembled a dildo more, with balls hanging down towards his own balls. “Stand up”
He stands up straight as she holsters her now much shorter nightstick and she guides his hands behind his back. He hears the rhythmic clicking of the handcuffs as they clamp down on his wrists and prevent him from getting use out of his hands again. “MMMPH MMMPH MMPH” he says through the apple in confusion and anger. She ignores him and moves him to the car trunk before pushing him along the back and he stumbles into the trunk of the police cruiser. Before she closes the trunk she pulls out her phone and makes a call.
“I got one, we are going to eat well this weekend” she says as she closes the trunk sealing him in darkness.
WRITTEN BY HAMSTEAK FROM PULPTOON