Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Bar Bell Bar
COMMANDER "CHIEF" STEVE SCHULZ liked prowling the highway at dusk on his decommissioned cop bike, looking for hitchers to have some sport with before hitting the roadhouse. The dumb ones always fell for his out-of-date cop bike, and even the leather version of the uniform, fitted with codpiece for easy access.
And tonight CHIEF's inches were, as usual, straining the top clasps.
Roaring past the Faultline CHIEF saw a twink in shorts thumbing down cars but quickly stop seeing the copbike drive past. CHIEF quickly did a u-turn across the lanes of traffic - even flagging some cars to slow for what they thought was a cop on urgent police duty.. Pulling the growling bike right in front of the kid, CHIEF, faceless behind gleaming copshades chewing an unlit stogie, grunted from the corner of his beard.
"You need a hand, son?". The twink, nervous of what the frightening cop my do spluttered a feeble excuse. "I'm l-lost, Officer, and lost my money". CHIEF dismounted, swinging a heavy leathered thigh over the cop bike, his boot crunching under his weight as it hit the kerb.. CHIEF adjusted his bulging codpiece with a gauntleted hand, the other gauntlet motioning the kid towards him.. The twink stood back a bit with fear. CHIEF placed his muscled forearm round the kid's shivering shoulders. "So where you heading son?"
CHIEF's Harley roared to a stop in front of the roadhouse bar. On the roof a neon sign spelling the name "Bar Bell Bar" shone through the fog, with a neon bodybulder flexing above.
CHIEF hoisted the twink off the back of the hog with one arm, and strode into the roadhouse, saluted the massive doorman, also dressed in full leather cop uniform, who stood to attention before CHIEF. As Timmy trailed behind CHIEF he saw that the smokey bar was full of off-duty cops who looked like bikers and leathered bikers who looked like cops, all smoking large cigars.
CHIEF introduced Timmy to one of these cop.s, whose biceps strained his leather uniform sleeve. The muscleman cupped his leather crotch and winked at the twink.
"WOLF ya FUKKIN BASTARD! Lookin HOOGE, BRO!!"
"FUKKIN A, CHIEF!" WOLF replied, saluting with a veined bicep which he then flexed for his bud's inspection. CHIEF nodded approval as he tested the rock-hard beef with a punch from his gauntleted fist.
"Good work bro.: FUKKIN MONSTER!.
"Cheers CHIEF MAN". WOLF squeezed a most muscular at CHIEF, nearly ripping his leather cop shirt as he winked at the blushing twink "Say, who's ya little friend, CHIEF?"
"This is Timmy - a civilian I'm helpin out" CHIEF winked back. "Keep Timmy company while I press some iron - been on the hog all day"
"Sure thing Bro," said WOLF, wrapping a heavy muscled arm round Timmy's shoulder blowing cigar smoke in his face, as CHIEF strode off through the dark smog of the bar.
Through the blue haze the twink could see a shaft of light coming from a window in the back wall which opened onto a gym, full of barechested bikers, some still wearing leather chaps as they worked out. They all looked like Mr CHIEF. Timmy also noticed smaller, younger guys, two at a time, helping spot the bigger men, serving them water, helping them off with shirts and massaging their muscles while they rested between sets. Some were lighting the big guys' cigars in the equally smokey gym.
CHIEF appeared near the window as a gym kid helped him peel off his leather cop shirt. CHIEF picked up two enormous dumbells, selecting heavier and heavier weights, curling them over and over for what seemed like hours to Timmy. By the final set CHIEF was roaring with the pump rush, puffing cigar smoke as he pumped his biceps up to enormous veined balloons. Suddenly CHIEF strutted up to the window and a young kid oiled the CHIEF's pex as the big man flexed his muscle right up to the window which obviously acted as a two-way mirro.r for the benefit of the bar. CHIEF grinned with self-satisfication through gritted teeth chomping the last of his stogie.
"Your pal's a big muscleman, sonny" said WOLF, his heavy leathered arm still draped round the twink's narrow shoulders. "Y - Yes mister" stuttered the twink, startled by what he'd just seen.
"What a real man should look - you wanna be a big man like that buddy?" Said WOLF grinning, as he flexed his arm holding the glowing fat cigar. "Feel that arm - you might have one like that one day". Tim blushed, but thought he'd best oblige the other Biker. ":Hard aint it?..".
"See ya gettin acquainted, boi". CHIEF roared as he strode barechested through the bar, oiled pex glistening through the cigar smoke pouring from the corner of his beard..
Flexing a massive bicep in Timmy's face CHIEF said the same words as WOLF grinning with the same arrogance::
"What a real man should look like boi - you wanna be a big man like that boi?.. Timmy knew a second embarrasment was coming. "Now feel THAT bicep boi" grunted CHIEF, flexing a bulging arm right up as high as his leather of ficer cap, making the twink stretch up to to reac.h.
By now the twink was flanked by the the two muscled bikers, their biceps circling the young man's shoulders, glowing cigars close to his ears.
Suddenly WOLF tilted his capped head down to Timmy's face, nearly burning his eye out with the long cigar. Sniffing loudly, WOLF's tone changed. "You realise you're breakin the law sonny, by under-age drinkin'?"..
"!B-But..." spluttered the twink.
"If ya can't pay the fine on-the-spot you're gonna have to pay my partner another way". WOLF nodded down to CHIEF''s crotch, as he pulled off his leather cod to reveal a throbbing cock, now glistening like his pex with pre-cum. Without a chance to explain, Timmy felt a heavy gauntlet push his head down forcing him onto his knees.
"Please don't make me do this - I'm straight".
"Yeah, so am I little buddy. Now open up son", CHIEF grunted as he rammed 9 inches straight into the twink's spluttering pussymouth. CHIEF winked to WOLF, and grinned to his other cop buds in the bar, all now watching the inevitable skull fucking, gloves reaching down to their cocks, jakking in appreciation of CHIEF's straight rape.
"Sweet hole" grunted CHIEF high fiving WOLF with one gauntlet, the other clamped like a vice on the twink's skull. WOLF reached down to the twink's ass, as the pack of thugs hooted: "DO IT - DO IT!!!"
WOLF lifted up the twink's ass with one gauntleted hand, its skull still impaled on CHIEF inches, and ripped off the twink's shorts, revealing a twitching hole. "Sweet pussy BRO" roared WOLF high-fiving CHIEF, as the other cop thrust dripping cock-beef into the pussy hole..
As the cops raped the straight kid to the cheers of the pack of copthugs, CHIEF's inches became more and more bloated with roid-fuelled arrogance. The twink slowly choked on the pumped cockbeef and dickcream, its body twitching, then suddenly flopping lifelessly off the two cops members.
FFFFUUKKK YEAH! MUSCLESNUFF! Roared the gang of bikercops, as CHIEF and WOLF double-fived each grinning with satisfaction as the twink's body twitched on their cocks.
"Oh Man, this is the BEST BIT BUDDY" laughed CHIEF as he unsheathed his 9 veined inches from the twink's cock-holster skull, and walked round the back to his rape accomplice.
"DOUBLEFUKK IT MAN" barked WOLF, as CHIEF cocked his meatgun in his gauntlet. "Fuckin A BRO!!!!!!! CHIEF roared as he chiselled his inches next to the other cop's meat into the stretched pussy.. Pounding the unconcious body, the two rogue cops laughed as they wrecked the expanding hole..
As CHIEF and WOLF grinned at each other in the counter mirror, admiring their work, CHIEF shouted over to the barman, also watching his customer's floorshow, jakking his cock in appreciation.
:"Hey BULLITT, you gettin this?".
"Sure am CHIEF" he replied, stretching a gym pumped arm over to adjust the CCTV, positioned over the counter for occasions like this, relaying the action to the Cellblock CCTVin the copstation Officer's Mess downtown....
At that moment the friction of each cop's cock muscle forced hot jizz out of their cocks, spraying out through what cracks were left in the crowded pussy.
"FFUUKKKKK! YEAH ! ! !" The two leahercops roared triumphantly, followed by the other jakking cop goons in the bar.
EPILOGUE. . ' . . . .
The twink felt water splashing on his face. Opening his eyes he saw through blue smoke a grinning gorilla smoking a cigar, slapping his face with a heavy gauntleted paw. Realising that it was the muscled Cop, and what he last remembered before passing out, Timmy wriggled frantically and tried to run for the door.. WOLF stretched a long muscled arm out and roughly pulled the twink back.
"Hey little buddy, not so fast". The twink was now surrounded by a wall of sweating muscle, dreading the next humiliation.
"Well lookie here lttle buddy, looks like you's a film star" said WOLF, nodding up to the TV screens.
The twink looked up at the bar porn screens which before had been showing Cagefighting and WWE. To his horror he saw hkmself on film splayed over the bar being double-fucked by the two cops, both grinning as they flexed their biceps into the camera.
The young guy started crying at his humiliation. "What will my gitrlfriend say if she ever saw this?.
"Hell, you's OUR girlfriend now, pussy" laughed CHIEF, ramming the straight's head back down on his cock for another skulling.
SARGE 'WOLF' MACK ON CELLBLOCK DUTY DESK.