the young marine bested his man at first. He got him in a half nelson, ripped his shirt open and punished his tits. The cop could do nothing but sweat it out, and listen to the little runt sniggering in his ear as the cop’s hard-on burst out of his fly and got wet
but when a patrol car he was not too friendly with came by, slowed down and jeered `Let him have it, devil dawg` the cop freed himself and took control. A well-aimed karate kick to the youngster’s ballsac ended his chances of ever becoming a daddy, and convinced him he was beat. He stood with his arms up against the wall and took more bollock punishment until the cop’s cock had reached full truncheon size
there was no way out now. No bending over or adopting a position easier for his sphincter to relax into. The cop wanted his man upright and his back straight, with his hole neat and tight. He would reach his hand round and press it firmly and flatly into the young soldier’s midriff. `Vacuum pose soldier` he would snarl into the guy’s ear, knowing that this fine specimen of the nation’s top killing machine would obey reflexively. And he did. He sucked his belly in deep, and the cop plunged into him in one stroke. Every fibre of the soldier’s body flexed in protest at the invasion, but he kept quiet. He had been trained never to give away his position. The cop stayed up him for a half-minute, enjoying the incredibly tight stickiness of a virgin manhole. As his cock enjoyed the heat, his bollocks kissed his partner’s, kissing, caressing, teasing. Four warm, hairy balls, free-swinging emblems of manliness, packed with spunk and playing out the ancient game of winner and loser. The cop withdrew halfway, then went in again. The soldier gave an involuntary grunt, and started to get hard. He had no more fight in him. He belonged to the cop. And always would. Whenever he was in town, or on leave, with his girl or not, he would text `Hi` to his policeman, and wait for instructions
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the young marine bested his man at first. He got him in a half nelson, ripped his shirt open and punished his tits. The cop could do nothing but sweat it out, and listen to the little runt sniggering in his ear as the cop’s hard-on burst out of his fly and got wet
but when a patrol car he was not too friendly with came by, slowed down and jeered `Let him have it, devil dawg` the cop freed himself and took control. A well-aimed karate kick to the youngster’s ballsac ended his chances of ever becoming a daddy, and convinced him he was beat. He stood with his arms up against the wall and took more bollock punishment until the cop’s cock had reached full truncheon size
there was no way out now. No bending over or adopting a position easier for his sphincter to relax into. The cop wanted his man upright and his back straight, with his hole neat and tight. He would reach his hand round and press it firmly and flatly into the young soldier’s midriff. `Vacuum pose soldier` he would snarl into the guy’s ear, knowing that this fine specimen of the nation’s top killing machine would obey reflexively. And he did. He sucked his belly in deep, and the cop plunged into him in one stroke. Every fibre of the soldier’s body flexed in protest at the invasion, but he kept quiet. He had been trained never to give away his position. The cop stayed up him for a half-minute, enjoying the incredibly tight stickiness of a virgin manhole. As his cock enjoyed the heat, his bollocks kissed his partner’s, kissing, caressing, teasing. Four warm, hairy balls, free-swinging emblems of manliness, packed with spunk and playing out the ancient game of winner and loser. The cop withdrew halfway, then went in again. The soldier gave an involuntary grunt, and started to get hard. He had no more fight in him. He belonged to the cop. And always would. Whenever he was in town, or on leave, with his girl or not, he would text `Hi` to his policeman, and wait for instructions
Nice story, Centurion! Scary cock! :-D
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