Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2004 20:41:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Sven, Chapter 2, authoritarian

     Sven Brovskan was THAT good looking. He was of
that Nordic heritage of the blonde haired, blue eye
"god" category. 6'4", 220 pounds of muscle, smooth
body that looked like he spent hours in the gym each
day.
     Well, Sven did.
     His 8-pack abs rippled down into his crotch which
housed an 8.5-inch cut fuck stick.
     Sven was from Kansas, now living in my state, and
working as a policeman. He was also a former Marine.
     I'd eventually learn he was in his 40s, but other
insisted he was in his mid-30s at the oldest.
He'd called me Saturday morning, way too early, after
I'd used a college football player the night before.
The de-jock strapped, hairy, beefy, burly boy was
curled up on the end of my bed when Sven called.
     I told him I wasn't interested.
     He didn't believe me.
     I hung up on him.
     I don't do many things. Two of them are egos and
idiots. Sven was both.
     That's the only explanation why a straight man
who could beat the shit out of me would show up on my
front porch 45 minutes after I'd hung up on him.
Straight men like Sven like to have their egos fed,
even if it's from a gay man. He'd fished for a
compliment from me on the phone.
     I just wasn't interested.
     Yes, he was good looking, built, buff and all
that shit.
     But he was straight and I'm not into smooth men,
blondes or anything else that Sven oozed. Don't get me
wrong; I'll fuck men like Sven, but I don't seek them
out.
     And now he was on my front porch.
     "Officer Sven, I presume?"
     Now, Sven couldn't be that impressed as a
straight man.
     I'm an "average Joe" type. Mid 30s, 5'9", carbo
gut, pale skin, just an average guy that likes to
dominate men who like to be used.
     Sven's face confirmed my thoughts.
     "Yer not much," he snickered.
     "What do you want, Officer Sven?" I sighed. I was
a little pissed. I hadn't had my morning sex yet. Some
people like morning coffee. I like ass.
     "Know how I pegged you as a fag, even though you
were in a truck?" he asked, but I could tell by his
tone that he was going to answer the question
regardless of my answer.
     So I closed the door.
     He pounded on it and screamed, "Open the door,
man! I wanna talk to you!"
     Hm, he didn't yell "fag". Obviously doesn't want
the neighbors to hear something like that.
     I opened the door and held up my hand.
     "Come in, shut up and listen," I said, pointing
to a chair near the door.
     He obeyed.
     "I'm not interested in you. Obviously there's
something you want from me, but you're not man enough
to ask. So, here's the deal. Tell me what you want.
I'll answer, then you can leave me the fuck alone.
Understand, Officer Sven?"
     "Dammit," he said. "I just want to know... I think
it's that... Shit, I don't know."
     I groaned.
     He's a policeman with no vocabulary for talking
about sex. And from the white trash he takes home to
pound, I'm sure he's never had to develop it.
     I really didn't think Sven was that interested in
having gay sex, but he was obviously interested in
something about gay sex.
     "You ever suck cock, Officer?"
     "Could you please stop calling me `officer',
man?"
     "No. Answer the question, Officer."
     "Listen, I didn't come here to be grilled by some
fag about my sex life."
     I smacked Officer Sven squarely across the face,
hard. Hard enough he'd feel it.
     I started speaking before he could react.
     "Call me a `fag" again and I'll pick up the phone
and have you arrested. Now answer the question, or get
the fuck out of my house."
     "I'm not a cock sucker."
     "That wasn't the question. I didn't ask if you
were a cocksucker. But next question, ever fuck a
woman's shit hole?"
     Straight men hate blunt questions like this.
Makes them feel uncomfortable. Hell, even many gay men
are uncomfortable. But I wasn't wasting a weekend
working a straight man through whatever the hell he
was here for.
     "Yer sick, man. That's disgusting." He looked
truly disgusted.
     "Then why are you here, Officer Sven? I'm tired
of asking. Answer the question or get out."
     He stood up, towering over me.
     "I don't know how to say it." He hung his head.
     "You don't know how to say it, what, boy?" I
said.
     "I don't know how to say why I'm here."
     "You didn't understand the question, boy." He
face screwed up a second time as he was called "boy".
"I'm a `master'. If yer coming into my house and
wanting something and don't know what it is, you are
going to have to address me with respect for if you
will but be willing to learn, perhaps, and only
perhaps, can I answer your unspeakable questions.
     "Do you understand, boy?"
     "I guess."
     "Don't guess. Know. Do you understand, boy?"
     "Do you have to call me `boy'?"
     "Would you prefer `officer in training', boy?"
     "No."
     "No, what, boy?"
     "No, ... sir."
     "Good boy," I said, patting his head.
     "Get yer hand off me," he growled.
     I smacked his face again.
     "My house, my rules. Learn or leave. And learn to
deal with being ignorant."
     I could see him mulling it over.
     "I'll learn, but I'm not sucking yer cock."
     "Don't want you to, boy," I sighed. "Follow me."
     I lead him into the bedroom where the college boy
was still purring at the end of the bed.
     "Shit, I didn't know you had company."
     I raised my hand.
     "Fail to address me properly one more time..."
     "Sir," he added.
     "I'm going to take a stab at why you're here. If
I'm wrong, tell me so and I'll try another idea or 2 I
have, but when a straight like you shows up at the
door, it's usually to find out why we like men over
women. You're just curious enough to ask, right boy?"
     "I guess, sir."
     "You've stuck yer cock in lots of pussy, I'm
sure. You probably have no belt or headboard left,
you've notched them so much. But what do you have? A
bunch of fucked women and nothing else.
     "So you're thinking, `Is there something more
with men?'. It's an interesting question, but I can't
answer that one for you.
     "Am I right so far, boy?"
     "Yes, sir. Then what?"
     "Ask a question like that again with that tone,
boy, and you'll regret it. You need to learn to
respect those that know things you don't. Ignorance
isn't bliss. Understand, boy?"
     "Yes, sir." He was gritting his teeth.
     He didn't like 2 things: one, he didn't like that
I wasn't physically attracted to him, and two, he
didn't like that he was interested in something that
he couldn't verbalize because either he couldn't put
the words together himself, or he couldn't admit it to
himself.
     "So you like the feel of a pussy wrapped around
yer dick. Like it tight and warm, boy?"
     "Yeah, man," he slipped into bragging bar mode.
"I love when a chick rides yer dick and moans and begs
for more."
     He looked at my eyes. "Sir."
     "Ever do one up the ass, boy?"
     "That's gross, man. I mean, sir."
     "That wasn't the question, Officer Sven. No
offense, but you're not focusing on why you're here.
Most of the time, a guy like you needs to be brought
along slowly, but you're wasting my time, so I'm going
to put it this way.
     "You're here because you're interested in sex
with a man. Either sucking dick or being sucked,
fucking ass or being fucked, or duplicating sex with
men that you've done with women. Why you're interested
is beyond me, but that's the situation.
     "That it, boy?"
     "I don't need this shit," he said, and turned to
leave.
     "Please do leave, Officer. When you're man enough
to deal with this, let me know."
     I followed him out into the living room and he
was 5 feet from the door when he turned around.
     "What is your deal, man! Why are you being such
an asshole?" His finger wagged in front of my face.
     "Let me get this right. You've called me a `fag',
disturbed my Saturday morning, come into my home, and
have no idea why you're here. Am I the asshole, or are
you?"
     "Dammit!" he screamed, obviously frustrated.
     "Screw this newby shit. I don't have all day," I
said, grabbing Officer Sven's shirt.
     I pulled him down to my face, and bore my eyes
into his.
     "Strip. Just do it and then come to the bedroom."
     I let go of the shirt and headed to the bedroom.
There was no way Marcus would have slept through that
and Marcus would be needed to show Officer Sven what
he didn't know he needed.
     I talked with Marcus a while, had him get back
into a "sleeping" position, then waited.
     Officer Sven wasn't wearing enough clothes to
justify the wait, but I hadn't heard the front door
open and close either.
     Sven had obviously been a Marine officer. He was
standing in my living room, probably naked, but not
doing anything else.
     He was over-thinking the situation which I
surmised was the reason he couldn't articulate his
needs, or desires.
     He was using military tactic for sex.
     "Officer, come in the bedroom."
     I heard the padding of naked feet on my hardwood
floors.
     He appeared in the doorway, naked, standing tall
and proud.
     Then I saw the real reason for his wait.
     He'd sprouted a hard on and probably wanted it to
go down before coming to the room.
     The stiff prick was 8.5 inches of hard man flesh,
wanting something that its owner didn't want to
realize.
     A tear trickled down his left cheek.
     "I don't know what I want, sir. Help me," he
begged, falling to his knees.
     "Get up, boy. I don't do pity sex."
     As he stood, he protested, "I don't pity you..."
     "No, pity sex can also be me fucking you out of
pity for your situation. I don't do any kind of pity
sex."
     I moved to reveal Marcus again, who lay
obediently still.
     "This is Marcus, last night's college football
fuck. Come over and spread his hairy ass cheeks,
Officer," I commanded.
     Sven stepped forward and very tentatively touched
Marcus' hairy, taut butt cheeks.
     "Is that how you touch women?" I asked, knowing
the answer.
     "No, sir, but that's a guy's ass," Sven said, but
adjusted his grip anyway.
     "Spread those cheeks. Look at his hole," I
instructed.
     Sven spread the defensive ends undefended end,
revealing the athlete's pucker, but not noticing and
probably not knowing what the dregs of dried cum were.
The rosy hole sang to Sven and his already hard prick
popped harder and I saw precum start to drool from his
policeman penis.
     "You like, boy?"
     "Yes, sir." He paused, unsure of what he was to
do.
     "You eat pussy, boy?" I asked again, knowing the
answer.
     "Yes, sir!" He almost sounded like an
enthusiastic military man again.
     "Eat it. I cleaned it out for my pleasure last
night," I purred in Sven's ear. "He likes to have his
ass eaten."
     Sven leaned down, but I grabbed his neck. It took
both hands. He had a thick, very muscled neck.
     "That'll throw yer back out, boy. Get on yer
knees."
     As he did, he got a glance of himself in the
mirrors in my bedroom, especially the large one
covering a lot of wall.
     His glance turned into a stare as he realized he
was naked, hard, looking at himself preparing to eat a
college man's ass, an ass attached to another naked
man on my bed, while a man fully clothed was watching.
That clothed man would be me.
     "Eat, boy. None of us has all day."
     "Yes, sir."
     Delay was in his eyes as he stuck out his tongue,
then slowly moved his head toward the hole.
     I pushed the back of his head into Marcus' hole.
I really didn't have all day, especially for a
straight fuck, both literally and figuratively.
     He slowly started lapping at the hole, then with
liking.
     "Eat my shitter, cop man," Marcus howled. "Eat
that ass!"
     I was really enjoying this, much more than I
should. Officer Sven was eating a man's shithole,
filled and coated with my cum.
     After a couple of minutes, Marcus was using part
of my vocabulary from last night, calling Sven a "shit
eater", "butt muncher" and "ass pirate".
     Sven wasn't even blinking. He was slurping and
sucking on Marcus' hot hole, trying to pry the hairy
butt cheeks farther apart to get more access.
     Marcus rolled from his side to his back, hiking
his own legs in the air but Marcus had more control
than I'd credit most college men for having. Marcus'
cock was limp, as I'd instructed.
     It leaned over his nuts and rested on Sven's
forehead, leaking a clear coat of precum.
     Sven nudged Marcus' hairy nuts out of the way to
get Marcus' hole.
     A thought entered my head. I wondered if Sven had
eaten cummed pussy. I wondered how many straight men
had eaten a stranger's cum from a whore hole.
     I chuckled, silently, at the thought. Sven had
taken to eating ass like a dominatrix to leather.
     Sven's forehead was shiny from the precum when I
finally pulled his face from Marcus' hot ass.
     "Pace yerself, boy," I beckoned. "Slip a finger
in there."
     Marcus had control, but when Sven jabbed his
middle, right finger up Marcus' ass, the college man's
dick went hard.
     The tightness of the campus man's sphincter
combined with the rigid pole mesmerized Sven.
     "That's tighter than pussy," Sven stammered.
     "Yes, it is, boy. Doggie, show him more."
Marcus tightened that hole even more, and Sven tried
pulling his finger free, eventually doing so, but not
quickly.
     "Want to suck his cock, boy?"
     That question turned out to be a mistake.
     "I'm no cocksucker," Sven said, forgetting the
sir, and totally taking his hands off Marcus.
     "Fuck, I'm not fag. I ate his pussy, and I'd fuck
it `cause a hole's a hole, but I'm no queer."
     "You're stuck on labels, Officer Sven," I said. I
have bad news for men who think a hole is a hole. A
man's ass is a MAN'S ass. If yer eating a man's
shitter, yer into men. Period. Get over it.
     "Where the fuck are my clothes, faggot?" he
demanded. "Fuck, where ARE my clothes. I'm fuckin'
naked!"
     I wasn't surprised. He was coming off a
curiosity/man-sex high, but he didn't know it was too
late.
     He was in the living room nearly dressed when I
bothered to come out.
     "You're a nasty man," he sneered, rushing to get
dressed.
     "You forgot the `sir', boy," I sneered back.
     He got right in my face, leaning down into me.
I'm sure on other men, they would have leaned back,
but not I.
     We butted heads, and he held ground, as did I.
     Before he could speak, I said, "Notice how I'm
still not interested?"
     Then I licked his face.
     I grabbed his crotch.
     "For a straight man, yer awfully damn hard,
Officer Sven," I teased.
     "Fuck you," he whined, and grabbed me throat.
     "Doing this to keep yerself hard? This what you
do when yer women aren't any good?" I'll admit his
grip was giving me breathing problems, but I wasn't
the man in the house with sex issues.
     He should buy looser pants.
     He was still trying to get his fly up after he
let me go and steadily headed for the door.
     "When you're ready for more man shitters, let me
know," I hollered after him, just as I heard the front
door open.
     It closed without further comment.
     "Sorry that didn't work out, sir," Marcus said,
walking out of the bedroom, clothed.
     "It worked out fine, doggie," I said. "As I told
you before he got in there, the cameras behind the
mirrors were working.
     "He'll be back, whether he wants to or not."
     "Can I get a copy of the tape?" the college
football player asked, licking the back of my neck.
     "Sure, doggie," I said, reaching behind me and
feeling his neck. The collar was still there. The
nameplate was blank as it should be.
     "You sure you want to be my dog, Marcus?" I
asked, using a serious tone. Agreeing to be a man's
dog was not a commitment to make lightly.
     "Yes, sir," he said, kneeling, then bowing his
head.
     "Okay. Take the collar, and have your name
engraved on it," I ordered. "Come back tonight and
before you leave this morning, I'll give you a copy of
the contract to look over. We'll discuss final details
about what this all means when you come back tonight."
     "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," he said, still
kneeling.
     I put my hand under his chin, and lifted so his
eyes could meet mine. "Be sure this is what you want
to do, Marcus. Stand."
     "So when will the officer be back?" he asked,
obviously curious.
     "If not tomorrow, on his own, then next weekend,
at my bidding," I said. "I take it you liked what you
saw?"
     "Who wouldn't?" he said. He realized how it
sounded, not that I cared. "But you're much better,
sir."
     "Don't stroke my ego, Marcus. He has a bigger
dick, better body and nicer face, but he's a fuck in
every sense of the word. Men and women may drool over
him, but he has no idea what he's doing when it comes
to sex," I said, flatly. "Don't respond to any of
that. Just listen and learn."
     "Yes, sir." After a pause, he asked, "Do you
think Sven will come back of his own accord?"
     "No, but it doesn't matter," I stated. "His
curiosity will get the better of him; I just don't
know that it will be by tomorrow."
     "What if he shows up during the week?"
     I looked at Marcus, got him to focus on my eyes,
and said, "He'll get fucked, whether it's in the
morning, at noon, or at night.
     "And you need to understand. I won't fuck him
because I want to. I don't. He's arrogant and a total
bastard. But I'll fuck him because that's what he
needs, is to get fucked."
     "Yes, sir."
     "Now, I believe you have an afternoon practice.
Get going," I ordered.

To be continued.

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