Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:39:48 -0500
From: wolf34691@aol.com
Subject: uniform love, chapter two

Uniform Love
Part 2

This story is a work of fiction. Don't read it if you don't like gay sex or
are not old enough. Or if you live somewhere where it's illegal.

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updated, hopefully better written. newer version for all to enjoy!

(M/m, MM/m, Uniform, violence)

"Follow me," I told Kristof as we headed to the police station locker room.

The young guy quickly obeyed. I lead him to our dirty, sweat smelling
locker room. Thinking hard as I walked. Did I really want to be a part of
this? Being with him?

Snake had quickly gone over his plans for the two of us. It would take him
and Victor a while to set up the meeting on the east coast with Victor's
"buyers". Until then...the 18 year old kid would be working with
me. Kristof was enrolled in the police academy to become a cop but had the
summer off. He had signed up to the county sheriffs department training
program to be a cadet for the summer. And my boss had assigned him to me.

"In here, kid." I said to him.

"Yes, sir." His quiet response.

He was carrying his new gear for the cadet program. His uniform and
equipment--flash light, radio, handcuffs, nightstick. No firearm or other
weapons until he completes his training, of course.

I pushed him into the back of the locker room. Placed my hand on his
slender shoulder. Looked him straight in those soft, gray eyes. My sharp
blue eyes met his. Then he looked down. I took his chin in my hand and
lifted his head so he had to look me in the eye.

"What's the matter, boy, why are you so scared?" I asked.

"I'm... not, sir, it's just..." He quietly replied.

"Kristof, lets get something straight right now." I told the shaking teen.

"One," I continued, "we're going have to work together a lot, both on
Snake's project and on your cadet training, so listen close to me. Don't
fucking lie to me. I know your scared, hell, your sweat is soaking right
through your tee-shirt, boy."

It was, both of his armpits were soaked and it was even running down his
back. The sweat soaked tee-shirt, his thin shoulder shaking under my strong
hand, the look in his eyes, told me how scared the boy was.

"Trust me, Kristof, ok?" I said with a smile. "We have to trust each
other. I have to trust you when we're out on patrol cause you have to watch
my back, and I'll be watching out for you, ok?"

"Yes, sir." He said again.

But in his eyes, that lost look was back. Lost, scared, lonely,
wanting...needing.

"And cut the `sir' shit. On duty we're partners. Call me Trey." I told
him. "Save the 'sir' shit for when were alone and..."

"Ok, Trey"

I actually saw the hint of a smile.

"Now strip!" I snapped at the teen. "We're wasting time here, kid."

He locked eyes with me for a second. Then he pulled off his sweaty
tee-shirt. Undid his jeans. Off went the sneakers. No socks or under
shorts. I placed my strong hand on his thin shoulder to keep him from
putting on his uniform. I wanted to inspect my new cadet.

Short, slender body. Maybe 5 ft 5 at most. Skinny, 110lbs soaking wet if
that. Long, soft black hair, shoulder length but tied back in a pony tail
while on duty--new decade, new rules, so not a problem with the department
anymore, like my tattoo--pale smooth skin. Pink, pointy nipples on his
slender chest. Small amount of sweat soaked black fur under each arm. A
little around his dick. A nice, thin piece of uncut meat. The head just
peaking out of his foreskin. Maybe 3 inches soft. Smooth, hairless balls
hanging low.

Walking behind him, my hand holding his shoulder still, I checked out the
rest of the hot teen. Smooth back and legs. Thin but with a hint of
muscle. Cute round little butt. The ugly bruises I had seen on him last
week now fading out.

"Bend over." I ordered.

Kristof did, his hands on his knees as he bent in half. His round little
butt, with it's smooth white skin, up in the air for my inspection. My
strong hands parted his pale ass cheeks. His crack was pink and
smooth. Hairless like most of him. His hot wet hole looked so inviting. My
dick was hard and leaking, pressed against my uniform pants.

"You'll pass for 15 or so with no problem, kid." I told him as I let him
up. "Do you shave your body anywhere?"

"Just my balls, Trey." He told me, then turned bright red as he realized
what he said.

"You'll have to shave that cute chin too, boy, but you'll do." I instructed
him.

"Yes sir." His shaky reply.

"Relax, kid," I laughed, "I'm not that bad, am I?"

He stood before me. His short, slender, nude body in front of my 5ft 11
inch tall, 175 lb, blond haired, blue eyed, uniformed one. A naked teen
standing in front of a armed and horny cop.  My eyes went to his right
bicep, to those marks. The same knife marks I had seen the first time we
met. My fingers followed. I traced the scars with my thumb. From experience
I could tell they weren't that old, and more importantly, that he hadn't
done them to himself. Last thing I need is a kid into that!

His eyes looked deep into mine. Then went up to my forehead, where that
scar was. Reopened Saturday night during that struggle with the jerk at the
bar. Just starting to heal again. As my thumb traced the last knife mark,
the worst one, I looked down. His teen dick was rock hard and dripping. Now
fully erect, maybe 7 ½ inches of fine, uncut teen dick.

I wanted, hell, after seeing his hot butt and now his dripping cock, I
wanted to just take the kid right here in the locker room and fuck the hell
out of him. But not at work...fuck I was so hard and horny. So was Kristof.

"Get dressed, Kristof," I reluctantly said, "we have to get going."

As we walked out of the station, I ran into one of my fellow deputies. We
talked as Kristof went to his car and put his stuff away.

"Hey, Triple T, guess you got stuck with the new kid after all." Tyler
said.

Tyler, 220lbs, 6 ft plus of solid muscle. Black, single, maybe 25. With a
huge uncut dick. As we talked I wondered what that big thing would look
like pressed into Kristof's tight little pale ass. The thin white teen
pinned under the muscular black stud as he fucked him. My dick grew even
harder thinking about it.

I could tell by the way Tyler's uniform pants were swelling up that he was
thinking the same thing as my new teen cadet walked over to us. Now wearing
his cadet uniform. Black tee-shirt with `county sheriffs dept.' on the back
and the departments logo on the chest. Over a white tank-top. Black pants,
white socks and black leather boots. His equipment on his belt.

"Yeah, just my fucking luck!" I said, grinning.

We headed out. I noticed that Kristof was still a little scared or maybe
just unsure. Saw that lost look come back into his eyes as we cruised
around on patrol. Needed to do something about that. And my dripping dick.

"Hey, Kristof, should I call you that or `the mole` ?" I asked, teasing
him.

"You know about that?" He asked.

"Know everything about you, boy, that's why I'm the boss." I kidded, trying
to lighten him up.

"My friends call me `the mole`, but Kristof is ok. " He suddenly smiled at
me. "Or Kris if you want, Trey."

"Ok, Kris," I said, "but do you really `hate fucking guard dogs`? Cause we
may be working with the canine unit sometimes, kid."

He just looked at me. Then he got it.

"You actually...?" He laughed at me, surprised as hell.

"I'm not that old, kid. At least you don't smoke, I hope?"

With that, he burst out laughing and I knew I had gotten through to the
kid. Nice to have at least one thing in common, like a favorite movie!
Course there was something else we had in common, something I know I needed
to take care of soon. Before it exploded in my pants.

We drove through a county park. Known for lots of hot guys cruising. We
cruised past the remotest restroom building. Saw a couple of empty cars in
the parking lot next to it. Could guess what was going on inside. Looked at
my young cadet and got an idea, as we pulled around to a nearby parking lot
and stopped.

"Ok, Kris, lets see how good you are." I began. "See that restroom building
we just went past? It's usually hopping with guys screwing around or
selling drugs. Here's what I want you to do, cadet."

He wasn't happy with my orders. Oh, not that I was telling him to do stuff,
but he didn't like the idea of having to bust guys having sex in the
park. His eyes told me that but he did as told.

"Kris, remember, it's all about trust? Trust me on this, ok?" I told him.

He got out of the car after removing his equipment belt and uniform
tee-shirt. Just wearing that tight white tank-top and pants. Looked just
like some kid out at the park looking for some fun.

He headed to the rest room and entered. I pulled the police cruiser over
next to the building and waited. After a few minutes with him not
returning, I got out of the car and went into the men's room. Inside my
cadet was with two other horny dudes.

Leaning against the wall was a tall, slim, dark haired guy. Wearing a sweat
soaked tank top and running shorts, which were now down around his
ankles. On his knees on the dirty floor was a bald headed, shirtless,
fur-covered stud, sucking on his hard dick. Kristof was standing next to
them. The jogger had his hand inside the kid's pants, stroking his teen
dick. Kristof's white tank top was up over his head and the jogger was
sucking on one of his hot, pink nipples. I watched as the furry guy on his
knees backed off the sweaty jogger's maybe nine inch cut dick, then plunged
the long thing back down his throat.

I put my hand on the butt of my service revolver as I heard my cadet
moaning as the jogger chewed on his hot nips.

"Freeze, cocksuckers!" I snapped.

They did. The guy on his knees and the sweat covered jogger looked at me
and turned pale. Kristof just looked angry. At me.

"Off the floor. Pull up your pants and against the wall, all three of you!"
I ordered.

The two frightened guys did as I ordered. Kristof did too, but with a look
that told me off.

I quickly frisked all three. I noticed that the kid was still hard when I
frisked him. Gave his boner a quick, hard squeeze through his uniform
pants.

No weapons, no drugs. Good!

"ID's please." I said to them.

Both men were scared but handed them over. Kristof did the same. Looked at
his last.

"Kid, this real?" I snapped.

"Yes, Sir." He quietly replied.

"Good. Ok, guys. Your lucky. He's 18. If he was underage I'd bust your
asses back to the station and into jail. Now you two get the fuck out of
here! Next time your hot and horny, go someplace private to play---look,
guys, I know what it's like to be hard up and dripping, but not here. If I
find you here again, especially if there's any kids around, your busted!
Now get the fuck out!" I ordered.

"As for you, Kristof." I said after I heard them get in their cars and
leave. "I told you to trust me, ok?"

I had my arm around the shaking boy's thin shoulders. His eyes met mine and
he looked like he was about to cry, but he kept his soft gray eyes locked
onto my sharp blue ones.

"Yes, sir." he said quietly.

I looked deep into those troubled eyes. I knew he got my message. His fear,
longing and pain was obvious. As was his lust. And mine. My own hard 11
inches needed relief. Needed him.

"On your knees, boy." I instructed.

"Yes sir." He answered, his eyes never leaving mine.

I roughly pulled his arms behind him. I could smell his sweat as I
handcuffed him. See it running down his back, soaking his white
tank-top. Moved in front of the kid. Undid my uniform pants. Pulled out my
dripping dick.

Kristof's eyes widened as he saw my cock. His licked his lips. I moved my
pre-cum leaking dick to his mouth. The teen opened wide and pushed out his
tongue. I placed the wet, sticky head gently on his hot pink tongue. His
eyes closed as he tasted me. His teen cock stiff and visible through his
pants. I ran the head of my dick around his hot lips. His tongue was
licking my pre-cum up.

Bracing him with a knee to his slender, pale chest, I pushed past those hot
pink lips, deep into his mouth. With one push I was balls deep down the
teen's hot throat.  He moaned around the dick pulsing deep down inside his
slender body. I ran my hand through his long, dirty black hair. Then pulled
his head to my crotch as I started feeding him my cock. The well trained
teen cock sucker swallowed and sucked. I fucked his throat harder and
faster.

I reached for his crotch. Undid his black uniform pants as he sucked my
rod. Let his teen cock hang free. The hot prick stuck straight out his fly,
a long trail of sticky scum dripping down from the head to the dirty tile
floor.

I ran my thumb over those knife marks on his arm. Then under to where I
could feel his sweat. Rubbed my fingers under his wet pit. Brought them to
my mouth and licked. So hot, salty and tasty. Pulled him to me
again. Hard. His sucking throat gripping my 11 inches. Then I let out a
loud moan as my cum exploded down his throat. Shot after shot of my hot
juice pumped straight down into his stomach. Pulled out of that tight
throat and feed his hungry mouth my last shots. So he could taste me.

As the last of my cum exploded into his hot mouth, coating his tongue with
my seed, Kristof moaned. His own teen dick was shooting off. His hot sperm
shot out onto the dirty tile floor of the men's room. Some splashed on my
black uniform boots. White fresh teen sperm dripped down my boots onto the
floor.

"Clean them!" I ordered, wondering how far he would go.

Even though I didn't say "with you mouth" the handcuffed teen quickly bent
forward and licked my uniform boots clean of his sperm. Then struggled to
get up. I bent and undid the handcuffs, freeing him. Pulled the boy to his
feet and held him to me, his head against me chest. Ran my fingers through
his hair as he looked up at me.

"Come on kid, we have work to do." I quietly said as I led him outside.

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"You ok, kid?" I asked the now quiet cadet. "Kris?"

"Yeah, Trey, I'm ok, I just...didn't expect you to ...let them go." Kristof
said.

"Told you to trust me, Kris. I'm not after guys having fun, not unless
their hurting kids or shit. Or so drugged out that they hurt each other or
force themselves on..." I told the teen.

"Ok, I get it, your one of the good guys." That cute smile again.

"Tasted damn good, too." He grinned back at me. "Fucking huge load, Trey!
Almost more than I could handle."

"Almost, huh?" I laughed. "I think you and me are going to get along real
well."

"Kris, uh, I guess I should have asked if it was ok to shoot in your mouth,
hot stuff, but..."

"OK? It was fucking awesome Trey! I loved it." His eyes looked into
mine. "Besides, you own me now, you can do whatever you want."

"No, Kris, I don't own you." Not yet, I thought. "We're partners right now,
on patrol. I told you I'd look out for you, and I am.  I'm healthy and
tested, so I know I'm safe, but I'm not going to put you at risk. For
anything, understand?"

"Yes, Trey, thanks, I'm clean too." The teen said.

"Actually, you need a shower, but by clean I guess you mean HIV negative,
right?"

"Yeah."

"Kid, poz guys aren't dirty. Their just infected. Pisses me of when guys
tell me they're clean when they mean HIV negative.  Like a guy is dirty or
disgusting if they're poz." I snapped. Pisses me the fuck off when I hear a
guy say that. Or write it in a personal ad or whatever!

"Sorry, Kris, but I've lost a few friends to HIV. I didn't mean to get so
angry, it's just..."

"Trey, hey, it's ok. Your right. I'm just worried that..."

"What? Don't worry, kid, I'll take care of you."

"But Trey, how? I mean, when you sell me to those guys on the east coast,
I'm going to have to have sex with them to get the evidence we need. And I
can't be asking them to use protection, can I?" he asked, scared.

"I didn't think of that, but I doubt you have to worry, those guys aren't
likely to be poz. They're supposed to be upstanding citizens, mostly
married and shit. I doubt they'd have AIDS. " I told the teen.

"Ok, Trey, I'm just afraid if I get infected that I couldn't be a cop later
on." He confessed.

"Why? There's plenty of poz cops, Kris. Don't worry about it.  I said I
would take care of you. After we bust that gang, you'll have a place with
me, ok?" I said, not knowing just what I had really said.

He just looked at me. But it went right over my thick head. Then we got
busy with calls until the shift ended. Headed back to the station. Then
picked up a call from some other police officers. In trouble, requesting
backup. We raced over.

They were at a gas station. Some nut had freaked out. Gone after some
customers. Now he had a young boy in his arms.  The kid shaking in
terror. The mother screaming in fear. Was threatening to shoot the kid with
his handgun if the cops didn't leave.

Our fellow officers had him surrounded. Noticed Tyler was there. As was my
roommate Alex, in his St. Pete city police uniform. Trying to calm the guy
down. But they had their weapons at the ready.

As Kris and I reached the scene, I told him to stay down and be
careful. Just as we got to Tyler, the nut yelled. The little boy had bit
him on the arm! Then kicked him in the balls and ran. The bastard aimed his
gun at the kid and pulled the trigger.  Nothing. No bullets. He
laughed. Put the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger again. And
again. Nothing. Counting the clicks, I knew he didn't have any bullets.

Nodding at my fellow officers, Tyler and I rushed him. Expected him to turn
and run. He didn't. Swung the empty gun at me as I tackled him. Slammed me
hard. On the head. Fuck, blood everywhere. But he was down and Tyler was
cuffing him.

Holding one hand to my bleeding head, I looked around for the boy.  The
crying kid was with his mom and Kris. My cadet partner was holding the boy
as his mother was trying to calm him down. Checking to make sure he was ok.

Felt a strong arm around my shoulder, holding me tight. Was my roommate
Alex. He took me over to his cruiser and pulled out his first aid kit. Kris
came over and looked at me. Scared but wanting to help. As they wiped up
the blood from that damn cut on my forehead, I relaxed. Kris' warm hand on
my neck as he cleaned me up felt good. Felt his fingers tracing the tattoo
on my neck. Our eyes met. Then he smiled at me and a feeling
of...something...went through me.

Later, at the station house, I changed out of my blood covered uniform and
showered. Krisof was reporting on his first day as a cadet to his boss. He
came into the locker room as I sat there, just in my boxers. His eyes
looked me up and down. Traced my tattoo from my left hand up my shoulder,
over my neck, down my side, with his soft gray eyes. Then followed it where
it came out of the leg of my boxers and ran down my strong left thigh, to
the top of my foot.

He sat as I got dressed. Jeans, black tee-shirt and my old brown army
combat boots. He had showered and changed while I was writing my
reports. Kris had on a black tee-shirt with `property of county p.d.' on
it, jeans and black boots.

"Want to get some dinner before we go home?" I asked him. "I'm
buying. Meeting the guys at the diner at 14th and central."

"OK, but I can buy..."

"My treat, stud, your first day and all." I told him.

"So where are you staying, Kristof?" I asked as we reached his car.

"Uh, with friends." He said, just he had several times today when I asked.

Seeing the bags of his stuff in his car, I finally got it. Told you I'm
slow.

"Well, think they would mind if you stayed at my place for awhile, kid?" I
asked, "We do need to get to know each other better, besides, I want to
make sure you're here on time for work tomorrow morning."

"Sure, that'd be great Trey!" Kristof said to me.

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Kristof excused himself as he left the table at the diner to go to the
restroom after the five of us ordered dinner.

"Polite, isn't he?" Alex's comment.

"Cute, too." Jeff said.

"Nice ass." Tyler agreed.

Then the three of them looked at me.

"He's staying with us?" Alex asked.

"Yeah."

"Hands off?" Jeff guessed.

"For now, you horn dogs." I said as he came back.

Dinner went well. Kris was quiet and polite. But he stayed real close to
me. Got surprised that Jeff and Alex were my roommates. But as dinner went
on I could feel him relax, hell, his leg was pressed so hard against mine
the whole time I could feel his warmth.

He and I left first. Wanted to get him home alone and...get to know him
better. Ok, make him mine! Whatever.

He headed to the back of the parking lot where he had parked. In a dark
corner. As I headed to my police cruiser I saw movement in the
shadows. Took me a second before I figured out that whoever it was, it
meant trouble. For Kris. Alone in the dark parking lot.

I headed back to him.  Saw three street punks bothering him. The youngest,
smallest, took a swing at him. Then a second. Kris rolled with the punches
and held his ground. As the thug's buddies went to help him get Kris, I
went after them. Tackled two of them. One, older, tall, shaved head, strong
as hell. The other just another street punk.

Then Kris and I were back to back, facing the three street thugs. A forth
appeared out of the shadows.  Another skinny white boy. Before I could
move, the four of them pulled out knives. Two had switch blades, one a
maybe 4 inch blade and the oldest, strongest, a 8 inch serrated hunting
knife. They looked at us. I felt Kris at my back. Felt...right for him to
be there.

"Freeze, knives down, hands up!" Tyler barked.

Our three fellow officers appeared out of the dark, service revolvers drawn
and ready. Tyler had his aimed at the oldest street thug's head. He dropped
that big hunting knife. Two of the others did, too. The last, the youngest
who had swung at Kris before, lunged at him. Wild eyed, stoned out of his
young mind, wanting Kris' blood.  Met my right fist as I got between him
and Kris. His knife came at me but missed. Then he was down.

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Finally got us home. Kristof's eyes widened as I showed him around my
house. Had him throw his stuff in my bedroom while I relaxed on the couch
in the family room in front of my 60 inch plasma tv. Put on GAC and watched
sweaty cowboys singing to their girls. Or horses. Whatever!

Had a bottle of ice cold beer in my hands as Kris came into the room. He
had changed and just had on a white tank-top and tight gray gym shorts. The
teen sat at my feet on the wood floor. His eyes looked up into mine.

He reached over and took off one of my boots. Then the other. Pulled off my
sweaty white socks. Took my left foot in his hands and traced the tattoo
from where it appeared from my pants leg down to my big toe. His small hand
followed it up my leg, under my jeans.

He rubbed my foot softy. Then the other one. Felt damn good. Then his hot
tongue was massaging the bottom of my right foot. Licking the stale sweat
off. Sucking on my toes. My 11 inch uncut dick was hard and wanted out of
my jeans.

Kris looked up at me as I reached down to him. I took his chin in my hand
and rubbed it where that stoned kid had hit him, leaving a dark bruise. Our
eyes locked together. His teen uncut dick hard in his gym shorts. I saw the
other bruise on his shoulder, partly covered by his tank top. Ran my hand
over the ugly black mark. Then pressed against it. Against the flesh of his
shoulder where that street punk had hit him. Pressed hard. Then
harder. Kristof's breathing sped up. His dick was leaving a wet mark on the
front of his gym shorts. His pink nipples, all hard and pointy, were
visible through the thin material of his white tank-top.

The harder I pressed, the more he hurt, the more turned on he got. I could
smell his sweat. See it run down his forehead. See his shorts get wet and
sticky.

He lay against my leg, still on the floor at my feet. I took my fist and
rubbed it over his jaw. His soft gray eyes flared with lust. With desire.

"Please." He whispered.

I looked into those gray eyes and saw pure sexual lust. I pulled my left
hand back to...

"Yes!" He hissed. "Do it!"

I popped him in the jaw. Not quite full force but enough to send him down
to the hard floor. He moaned.

My fist connected to his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. The feel of his
hot skin meeting my hard fist...his moan of pain and pure pleasure...his
teen dick jumping in his shorts as he came all over himself. From the jolt
of pain of my fist hitting his jaw.

He lay at my feet, breathing hard. I got up, bent down and picked Kristof
up off the floor. Threw him over my shoulder and headed to the
bedroom. Fuck, he was so light, I bet not much over 100lbs of fucked up
teen boy.

Carried him to my big king sized bed. Dumped him on it. He just looked at
me. His jaw now really turning black and blue. His teen spunk dripping down
his leg. Watched as I stripped. Then I sat on the bed next to him. Reached
for him. Yanked off his white tank-top. Pulled down his shorts. Wiped up
his sticky crotch with his shirt before throwing it on the floor.

Stretched out next to him, pulled the nude teen to me. His head on my left
arm. Felt his tongue tracing my tattoo over my bicep, over the same arm
that had just hit him. His tongue went to my sweat soaked pit. The sweat
from the force of my hitting him. From my lust for him. The teen just
licked it up. His tongue tasting the blond sweaty hair under my muscular
arm. I ran my left hand down his back as he continued. Found his little
tight butt. Pressed two fingers to that tight hole and pushed. Hard. His
body shook as I entered him.

His eyes stared at me from where his head was buried in my sweaty pit. He
jumped again as I pulled my fingers from his clinging hole. Watched as I
bought them to my mouth to taste him. Heard his moan as he watched me lick
his ass juices from my fingers.

Absently rubbed my hand through my hair before reaching back to his
hole. Hit that damn scar. Felt the trickle of my hot blood on my
forehead. Kris' eyes went to it. Then his hand. He ran one of his rough
fingers over my scar. Brought it away with a few drops of blood on it. Put
it to his lips and licked. Both of our dicks throbbed.

Then he was up and his soft lips and tongue were licking the blood off of
me. I looked at him. His lips had some of my bright red blood on them. I
let out a loud moan. Grabbed him. Rolled him on his back, got between his
slender hairless legs and pulled them apart. Aimed for that tight teen
hole.

I reached for my nightstand. For a condom and some lube.

"No, please Trey." He begged me. "I want to feel you, skin to skin, please,
sir?"

Dropped the xxl condom. Went to lube up my big 11 inches of uncut cop dick.

"Please, spit only, sir?" He pleaded.

"Your choice." I growled.

But I reached into the nightstand for two more things. Pulled out my
handcuffs and cuffed the teen to the headboard. His lean, thin arms over
his head, the dark, black sweaty fur shining under his arms. Then my old
colt 45 handgun. No bullets in it of course. I'm not that stupid.

Rubbed the cold steel of the weapon over his hot body. His pink nipples
stiffened. He moaned as I rubbed the barrel up his teen ass crack. Then I
set it aside before I pushed the head of my pre-cum slick dick to his tight
hole. Then pushed. Hard. Then harder. His tight hole resisting.

Fuck, either I needed more lube or he needed to want it more and open
up. Now knowing his reaction to pain, I picked up the colt 45 and hit him
in the jaw with it. Cold steel against bruised boy flesh.  His hot teen
dick leaking pre cum everywhere. Then I shoved. One long, hard push and I
was balls deep inside his slender body.

Kristof's moan of pain and lust matched my own. I impaled the kid on my big
dick. His tight teen hole so wet and hot. Clinging to my big dick buried
deep in him. The handcuffed teen's body was shaking under me as I pulled
out and slammed back in. Then again, thrusting even deeper this time.

My sweat ran down my forehead as I fucked the kid. Mixed with some blood
still dripping from my scar. Seeing his pale, young smooth body under
me. Those nasty dark bruises. The soft white skin of his neck as he gasped
from feeling my dick up his tight hole.

I bent and sank my teeth into that neck. Kristof let out a loud scream as I
tasted his blood. Hot and salty. I leaned over him, my face inches from
him, his blood dripping from my lips. His gray eyes met my blue ones as he
shook from pure lust. I crushed my lips to his, my tongue invading his hot
mouth. He tasted his blood on my lips as his whole body shook. Then he was
spraying us both with his hot teen cum. His ass gripped my dick and
squeezed out my juice. Our lips locked together, I exploded deep inside his
young, thin body.

He lay next to me, no longer bound to the bed by my handcuffs. But now
joined to me in a deeper way. The bite mark on his neck looked so hot. As
did the bruises on his pale skin. But he was ok--hell, more than ok. We
both were still hard and wanting more.

His rough hand held my sticky dick. He sat up, pushed me on my back and
climbed on. His face in my crotch. His crotch on my chest. I felt that hot
tongue licking clean my dick. The cock that had just pumped his tight ass
full of hot cum. His cute butt sticking up in front of me was too much to
resist. I grabbed him by the hips and pulled his leaking hole to me. We
69'd, his hot mouth on my 11 inch dick, my tongue up his wet hole. His rock
hard dick against my chest. My cock throbbed as he deep throated me. Kris
sucked like a pro. As I spread his tight hole open for my probing tongue, I
saw how much I had stretched that tight boy open. As I tasted my cum and
his ass juices mixed together in his hot body, I forced all of my hard dick
down his throat and pumped another hot load into the teen.

Turned us both on our sides. My dick still feeding him some sperm. Reached
for his teen cock. Swallowed all 7 ½ inches of that hot, uncut dick in one
suck. Kristof moaned as he filled my throat with his teen juice. Pulled off
far enough so I could get a good taste. I sucked the kid dry but didn't
swallow.

Spun him around on the bed, moved my mouth to his and let him taste his own
juice. Kristof's arms went around my neck and his legs wrapped around my
waist. My still hard dick poking his hot ass. I lifted him up, like I was
doing a push up, with him clinging to me. He shifted his body, the head of
my dick found his hole and I was back in.  He slide down until I was balls
deep up his tight hole. Our lips still locked together, he rode my cock.

This was new for me. Fucking and kissing at the same time. His hot tongue
in my mouth felt as good as my dick did in his tight ass. I pushed him down
on the bed, hard, with my full weight crushing him to the soft sheets. Felt
the air rush out his mouth into mine as I knocked the breath out of him
with my larger, heavier body. Ground my dick in his ass as I fucked him.

Pinned his arms over his head as I continued to ride his ass. Saw that
gleaming, black fur. Dived into his sweat soaked pit and licked. Hell,
sucked the sweat out of him as I fucked him. The taste of him sending me
into a frenzy, pumping hard and then flooding his teen ass with another
load of my juice.

Rolled us over, onto my back. Kris pressed tight to me, my 11 inch dick
still half way up his tight hole. His hot, sweat covered teen body lay on
top of me. His head resting on my chest. I felt his tongue licking up my
sweat. His lips running up my hot body, up to my neck. He licked and sucked
on my neck, just below my tattoo.

I moved his head to the other side. Pressed his face to my hot neck. Felt
him bite. Then again.

"Harder!" I fiercely whispered.

Then I moaned as he sunk in his teeth. Felt the skin break. His lips
tasting my blood. Pulled him to my mouth and kissed him. His gray eyes
looking deep into mine as we shared the taste of my blood. I wanted...More.

I had tasted his cum, sweat, and blood.  Fucked him hard, left bite marks
on the smooth white skin on his neck. Left a ugly black and blue bruise on
his chin. More marks of my violent need for him covered his body. Now I
wanted one more thing. I wanted to see him break, to surrender to me. To
wipe that lost, lonely look from his cute face. To see his soul exposed for
my taking. To see his tears of defeat. To taste them and know that he was
mine.

My hard dick was still buried up his ass as he lay on his back, on top of
my sweaty body. I rubbed my fist over his jaw again. His dick jerked and
leaked a big drop of pre cum. I pulled back and gave him another good
pop. This time, my left arm was holding him tight as my right hand hit his
jaw. His body jerked, his dick shot out several spurts of teen juice. But
he didn't cry. I wanted those tears.

Taking my colt 45, I ran the cold steel barrel through his sticky cum. Put
it to his lips. Pulled it away before he got more than a taste. Then I
smacked him in the chest with it. He jumped. Then harder. But the tears
wouldn't come, his damn dick just got hard again and his eyes filled with
lust.

"Kristof, give me what I want!" I growled.

His soft gray eyes told me that he knew what I meant. And the little prick
wasn't about to give in, either. The defiance in his eyes almost masked the
pain. Almost.

"Give up fighting, boy, let it go." I softly whispered right into his cute
little ear.

"No fucking way, Trey!" His firm answer.

The nails of my left hand dug into the flesh of his lean bicep, joining the
scars already there. His breathing sped up. His whole body was tense,
rigid, but not ready to surrender to me.

"Fuck, Kris, what's it going to take to make you surrender?" I whispered to
him.

Not pain, his eyes told me, but either...one of two things. One that I
couldn't, wouldn't, never had and never would, say. The other...

"Fuck boy, your really screwed up, aren't you Kris!" I snarled at him.

"Just a fucked up piece of shit that no one wants or needs. A piece of
street trash like those punks. Willing to sell your ass even just to get
'in' with us cops. Trying to make yourself feel good by doing good. But you
can't, can you?" I looked at him hard, "Kristof, you a worthless piece of
nothing and you know it! Just a place for guys to dump their cum or abuse
and use you, you little shit!"

"No, I'm not!" He cried.

"Kristof, you're an unwanted, unneeded, worthless excuse for a human
being. No one could ever want you. Your just a sex toy for real men to
use. To pump full of sperm. And you know it!!"

That did it. He broke. The tears flowed. His body shook. My dick still rock
hard up inside him felt him give in. His pain, fear, terror, loneliness
exploding out of him. The abused, hurting teen sobbed in my arms. I gently
licked his salty tears off his face. He kept crying. I held him tight.

"Why?" He cried, looking into my blue eyes.

"Because, Kris," I whispered, "you have to face your deepest fears. It's
the only way. To survive. To live. But you'll make it.  You know your not
alone anymore, my young cadet."

He held me tight as he continued crying. My own tears rolling unnoticed
down my face.

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I woke up just before the alarm went off. His warm body next to mine. My
dick still buried up his tight ass. His bruised face lying on the pillow
next to me. His soft gray eyes looking at me and smiling as he moved his
body back onto my hardening dick.