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to do your studying. I spared your ass this time, because I know you are still sore from
the other day, but the next time, your ass is mine. And both you and I know there ll be a
next time. Ciao, Baby.
And he turned and strutted back to his red Thunderbird and his fraternity house,
leaving me there, stretched out on the top of the picnic table, alone, and once more
having been had.
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Chapter 5
I d had enough of these repeated sexual assaults; being used like this. The next
day, I packed my car and headed for home. No more than three miles beyond the
campus gate, though, I heard a police siren and was pulled over to the side of the road.
I sat in the car, wondering what I had done wrong, as a policeman strutted around and
took a look at both license plates, all the time swishing a mean-looking night stick with a
short leather whip on one end. I rolled down the window as he approached. He leaned
an arm on the sill and looked intently at me through very dark sunglasses.
Let me see your license and registration, son.
Umm, just a minute, I said, as I struggled to get the glove compartment open.
What seems to be the problem, though?
License and registration please.
I handed them over to him, and he took them back to his cruiser and did some
communicating into a mike on his dash. He got out of the car and sauntered back to
mine. He was a tall, muscular Hispanic with an obvious attitude toward non-Hispanics.
He didn t hand my license back to me. Now, I have to do some more checking,
so I want you to pull your car up in the overgrown driveway up there. Pull in a good fifty
feet. I ll be right behind you. I did as he asked. The lot obviously had been abandoned,
and I don t think either my car or the cruiser could be seen from the road where we
pulled to a stop. He came back to my window.
Officer, what seems to be . . . ?
Step out of the car, please.
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But
Get out of the car now, hands showing, and assume the position, hands out
wide on top and legs apart. Farther apart and farther away from the car, now! He
tapped me no, more than tapped me with his nightstick on the thigh. It hurt. But I did
what he said. I was a little off balance now, concentrating hard to keep my weight
balanced on my hands. I figured this was probably the point.
Got any drugs in the car?
Drugs? Me? No, I don t do drugs.
That s not necessarily what your rap sheet says.
My rap sheet? What rap sheet?
Got any drugs on your person?
Certainly not. Listen, officer
Save it.
He started patting me down, doing a real thorough job, not excepting my
privates. When he was finished, he stood there beside me. He seemed to be breathing
a little heavy, which probably should have clued me in.
Afraid I m going to have to do a cavity search.
Excuse me? A what?
Now don t go resisting an officer, he said, as he tapped me meaningfully on the
cheek with the big end of his nightstick.
Open wide, and he had his fingers in my mouth and was roughly feeling around
on all sides in there.
Now, these pants are going to have to come off.
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My pants!?
I said a cavity search. He tapped me on the cheek with his nightstick again, and
then he put it under his arm and held my butt in his left hand as he unbuckled my belt
and zipped down my pants with his right hand.
Pull your legs together. Down and off came the pants and underpants in one
movement. Now, take the stance again. I was about ready to cry in frustration and
bewilderment, but I did as he told me. His left hand was on my bare butt now, and his
right was searching around my balls and cock, which was beginning to come to life.
Can t be too careful; they re hiding it just about anywhere these days. His voice
was thick, and he was breathing heavier. He got behind me, and I felt his searching
fingers going for my asshole. He entered right in. I winced and turned my butt to get
away from him, but he whipped me one good one with the whip on the end of his
nightstick and stuck the larger end of it between my legs and into the back of my ball
sack.
Seems to me you re resisting, son. You re going to have to pay for that.
I d had about enough of this, cop or no cop, and I began to push off the car, but
quick as a flash he had two pair of handcuffs out and handcuffed me to the ends of the
racks on the top of the car. Then his fingers went back to digging in my ass.
Oh, God, no, I cried out. Stop that! You can t
I can t what, Pretty Boy? he said close to my ear as he grabbed a handful of my
hair and arched my head back. I can do whatever I please. And you re going to let me
do whatever I please. Swish, swish went the whip across my butt cheeks. And now the
nightstick was being pulled back across my perineum and to my asshole and being
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