Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge (3 page)

“I think fifteen swats to start off with,” he announced, rubbing my ass. The slap hadn’t been all that painful, but rather stung pleasantly.

The rest of the swats, his gloved hand landing fast and hard, were amazing, and when the big cop stopped I mewled my displeasure.

“You want more, boy?” he asked, rubbing my stinging ass.

“Yes, Sir!” I said, eager. This felt amazing and I saw no reason to stop.

Cain made a sound almost like a grunt, bringing his hand down on my ass again, this time harder than before. I was pushed into his thigh, the muscular limb digging into my belly. Cain continued spanking me, the hits harder and harder, until the wonderful spicy sting turned into real pain.

“Red,” I grunted out, Cain’s blows coming to a halt. He rubbed my ass, gripping the flesh in his big hand and jiggling it.

“You’re pretty tough, kid,” he said, still rubbing my ass. I felt proud to have impressed him, but I wasn't in the mood for any more pain.

“I think it’s time you showed me what that cute little mouth can do,” Cain announced , shoving me to the floor and standing up. I stared up at him, his big bulge, chest and wide shoulders seeming even bigger from my subservient position below.

“Come with me,” Cain commanded, walking into the house. I stood up and scrambled after, cock pointing the way.

Cain took me to his bedroom and closed the door. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me naked. Grinning, still in his full uniform, Cain grabbed my nipples and used the grip to walk me back towards the bed. As we walked, Cain’s gloved fingers pinched me harder and harder, sending sparks through my chest, down into my cock. It was painful, but in a very, very good way.

“On your back, head over the edge by me,” Cain ordered, pushing me back onto his bed. I turned my face into the sheets, Cain’s scent filling my nose. I groaned in pleasure, moving my body into position.

Head hanging off the bed, staring at Cain’s body upside down, I watched as the hunky cop undid his belt and threw it over the chair in the corner of the room. Next he unbuttoned his breeches and pulled down his fly and underwear, freeing his monster cock.
I wanted it.

“The gloves, they’re really doing it for you, huh?” Cain asked, jerking his rock hard cock slowly.

“Yes,” I moaned. The gloves, the boots, the uniform. All of it was doing it for me. “You’re so fucking hot,” I added.

Cain grinned, wiping a drop of pre-cum from his slit and collecting it on the tip of his finger. He came up right next to me and crouched down, tracing the drop over my lips. Once he’d gotten my lips nice and wet with his pre-cum, he slipped his big finger past my lips, letting me taste.

I sucked the gloved digit hungrily, lavishing it with my tongue. Cain added a second finger and began fucking into my mouth. I took the fingers into my mouth greedily, only getting more excited when Cain started pushing them in deeper, getting progressively rougher. He jabbed his fingers into my cheeks, ran them all over my teeth and felt around the insides of my mouth. The exploration left me feeling claimed and used, and I wanted it to go on forever.

Eventually though, Cain pulled his fingers out of my mouth and took a hold of his cock at the base, aiming it at my mouth as he rose to his feet.

“I want you to focus on not gagging and swallowing,” he ordered, slipping the big head past my lips. I felt the mushroom shaped head slide over my tongue, leaving a trail of pre-cum, and move towards the back of my throat. When he went too deep I gagged, wishing my hands weren’t squished under my back and that I could push him away.

Cain didn’t give up, however, pulling out slightly before pushing down in.

Cain worked my throat, pushing his cock deeper and deeper as I gagged and drooled all over my face, and eventually he was seated in my throat.

“Fuck, Ethan!” he said, sounding wrecked as he brought his gloved finger to my throat, feeling his cock as he fucked in and out of my throat. It was an intense feeling, and though I was struggling to draw enough breath, I felt as though I were in heaven.

I hoped dearly that Cain wouldn’t tire of me too quickly and that we could have many more encounters like this. It simply wouldn’t be fair to let me have a taste of my deepest fantasies, and then cut me off.

Determined to make it good, I started swallowing, letting the motion of my throat work his cock. Cain stuttered, his big hand coming down on my chest as he curled his abs down, fucking into my throat with desperate little thrusts.

Cain was leaning his weight on my chest and filling my throat to the brim, so there was no way I could breathe. I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned, breathing was overrated.

As Cain continued thrusting into me, leaning down as his balls hung over my nose and eyes, I was beginning to get worried about the air situation, when Cain pulled out, shooting his load onto my messy face, jerking his cock furiously. The big cop milked his cock dry, gathering up the last drop from his slit and feeding it to me.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Cain said, rolling me over onto my belly and unlocking the cuffs. “You want me to suck you off?” he asked, rolling me back over and looking down at me.

I was hard again, ready to come, but there was something else I wanted.

“Could you jerk me off?” I asked, blushing. Cain grinned, rubbing his hands up my inner thighs until they met my balls. He cradled my balls in one hand, bringing the other to my shaft. The feel of his gloved hands working my package, watching the movements of his big muscles under his tight uniform shirt, had me close to coming in seconds.

I wanted to last longer.

“Can you squeeze around my dick so that I won’t come so soon?” I asked breathlessly, forcing myself not to orgasm as Cain worked my shaft with his big, steady hand.

“Sure,” Cain smiled, letting go of my balls and squeezing around the base of my cock. It helped, and the feeling of wanting to come but not being able to was really hot. I’d have to get myself a cock-ring.

Pretty soon, despite the help of Cain’s hand, I was shooting my load all over his glove. Cain jerked me until there was nothing left, bringing his come-covered hand up to my mouth, letting me lick it clean. It felt filthy, dirty and so
hot
.

“Hold on, I’ll get you a towel for your face,” Cain said when he was done, pulling off his gloves as he went to the bathroom. He came back a minute later with a wet washcloth that he used to wipe my face and chin.

The hot cloth felt good, and I relaxed into the touch.

Cain eventually removed the cloth and stepped away. I heard him as he pulled off his uniform and got dressed in his off duty clothes, resting my eyes and enjoying the afterglow.

“Is that your phone?” Cain asked me, startling me out of my daze. I listened, and sure enough my phone - still in my backpack in the hallway - was ringing. It was my mother’s ring tone, so I decided to get it.

I didn’t get to the phone in time, but I called her back and she answered right away.

“Hi sweetie, did you forget about your study group?” she asked, continuing on before I had the chance to tell her that I had. “Victoria and Mike are here. I told them to go wait in your room.”

“Yeah, I forgot. I’ll be home soon,” I said, dreading having to leave
and
having to spend time with Mike.

“You need a ride home?” Cain asked. He was leaning against the doorway like he’d been the day before in the kitchen, which seemed ages ago.

I smiled ruefully. “Would you mind?”

“It’s the least I can do,” Cain smiled, pulling on his boots. I realized that I was still naked and blushed. I went over to the door and picked up my jeans and briefs. The briefs were wet with come, but the jeans weren’t too bad.

I stuffed the briefs in my bag and pulled on the jeans. I ran back to the bedroom and got my shirt, pulling on my sneakers as Cain held the door for me.

When he pulled up in front of my house, he put the car in park.

“You want to do this again sometime?” he asked, watching me expectantly.

Relieved that I hadn’t had my last taste of the delicious hunk, I smiled wide. “Yeah, that would be really great.”

Cain grinned wider. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

He leaned in and kissed me. It was a relatively chaste kiss, but it made my toes curl all the same. I smiled wide and ducked my head, saying goodbye and lifting my bag over my shoulder.

I watched him drive away, feeling almost deliriously happy. The hunky cop sex train was not coming to a stop for me.

Walking up to the door, I was surprised when it opened up before I reached it, Levi staring at me with a forlorn look.

“Seriously? Again?” he asked, looking disappointed.

“Yeah,” I answered. Grinning. He would just have to deal with it.

I was doing homework and Facebooking with Victoria when my phone beeped to let me know I had a new text message. I reached for the phone, pulling down the notifications to see what it said.

Hi. This is Cain, got your number from your brother:)

I smiled. My brother was still very unhappy that I had fooled around with his best friend, but he wasn’t being
too
unreasonable.

Hi :)

I texted back, waiting for another reply. My dick was taking notice, the mere thought of Cain enough to have it harden up hopefully.

So I was thinking, would you like to have dinner with me on Friday? ;)

I stared at the text, smile curling my lips happily. Cain was asking me on a date? I quickly texted him back.

Like a date?

I hit send, typing another message and sending it off before he could reply.

Yes, btw. Would love to :)

Cain texted me back almost right away.

Yes like a date:) I’ll pick you up at seven?

I heard my computer ping several times, letting me know that Victoria was impatiently waiting for my reply, but I was too caught up in texting Cain to care.

Sounds good:) See you then!

Cain sent me back a smiley face, and that was it. I turned back to my computer and debated telling Victoria about the date.

I decided it could wait until I saw her in the morning.

I spent the rest of the night before going to bed rushing through my homework, smiling constantly. I wondered where Cain would take me? Would we go back to his place after and have sex?
Would he wear his uniform
?

I hoped so!

My mom came by room at eleven to say goodnight, and I decided that my English essay was as good as it was going to get. I hit print and packed it into my bag, going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

***

“So you know how Cain has been hanging out at my place a lot now that my brother’s home?” I asked Victoria as we put our trays down. We had the table to ourselves, which wasn’t new since Mike would have never lowered himself to hang out with us in public. I was glad he’d dumped me, even though I was still mad at the way he’d done it. The dude was a major jerk.

“Officer sexy pants? The one with the arms?” Victoria asked, taking a drink from her milk box. I didn’t understand how she could like the taste of whole milk, but she did. The weirdo.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “He saw my profile on Grindr while he was over at my house and we hooked up. Twice.”

I was grinning proudly as Victoria blinked.

“No way,” she said, shaking her head. “You hooked up with Officer Sexy!?”

The envy on her face was almost comical.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to suppress my grin. “We’re going on a date this Friday.”

“Shut up!” Victoria said, loudly. “That is so unfair! Why do you get to date the hunky cop and I just get Greg?”

Greg was Victoria’s boyfriend. He went to the school on the other side of town, and he was smoking hot. Like, Cain levels of hot.

I gave her a look.

“OK, you’re right. I shouldn’t be greedy,” Victoria said seriously. Then she smiled. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” I replied.

Victoria then made me tell her in excruciating detail what happened. I left out all the kinky stuff - there was no way I was telling her that I was a slut for a man in uniform - but she got the idea.

“Mike is going to be so jealous,” she said at last, smirking over at Mike. The jock was sitting with his friends, arm draped over Marge - a very nice cheerleader who I couldn’t help but feel sorry for - laughing and being obnoxious. He saw Victoria smirking at him and frowned.

Victoria and I went back to our food, talking about my upcoming date.

***

The week passed at a crawl as I waited impatiently for Friday. When the day finally came, I was so excited I could barely sit still.

Cain and I had texted each other a few times over the week. Cain had also sent me a few selfies. They weren’t explicit, at least not by traditional standards, but the one where he stood in his full uniform, big booted foot up on the sink, flexing his bicep as he clenched his gloved fist had made me come several times already. Who needed porn when you had a hot cop sending you what basically amounted to fetish porn?