Submitted By: Pi-ZeroDate: April 06, 2012, 10:31:25 PM
Summary: Sh, O
Be careful out there!
Officer Adams frowned as his stomach grumbled. He had been sitting here all day but hadn’t made any arrests and he was hungry. Just as he was nodding off, his radar blipped and a red sports car zipped by. Adams pulled out and followed, lights flashing.
As many teens that had seen too many bad cop flics did, this kid sped up, trying to lose Adams. Adams turned on the siren and followed. Soon the kid lost his nerve, slowed down, and came to a stop.
Adams stepped out of his cruiser and walked up to the kid’s car window. He would have smiled if he hadn’t had his best “bad cop” face on. He wasn’t surprised, it was a college kid, a fratbrat obviously. He wore a varsity-wrestling jacket and smelled strongly of alcohol. He must have been an underclassman because he didn’t have the upperclassman signature beergut of a fratbrat. “Goin’ mighty fast there kid, weren’t ya?”
The kid remained calm (hoping Adams hadn’t smelled the booze), “Officer? I don’t know Sir.”
Adams frowned, “Don’t give me that shit kid. You were speeding and drinking, a lot unless I miss my guess, and then you tried to get away!!! What kind of fool do you take me for? I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car, now.”
The kid turned white and reluctantly complied. “Put your hands on the car.” Again the teen followed his instructions.
As Adams patted the kid down, taking longer than really necessary and noticing the kid had a tight, well-muscled body, the kid spoke nervously, “Am I going to be arrested?”
Adams heard the real question, “Am I going to jail?” and laughed, “No kid, you’ll never be arrested and you’ll never do this again I’m sure. But you will make me very happy…” The kid tensed and Adams knew what was going through the kid’s head. By this time the anticipation had made Adams as hard as a rock. He leaned forward, putting his hands outside the kid’s. His young prisoner couldn’t help feeling Adam’s substantial bulge between his tight cheeks.
The kid jumped and spun around, “NO! No way you fucking fag!”
Adams stepped back and laughed, “You poor fuck, you don’t have a choice!” He pulled out a small spray can and sprayed it in the kid’s face, crossing his arms to watch the action. This was his favorite part.
The wrestler’s muscular form began to collapse in on itself. The kid freaked out and tried to run as he shrank out of his pants. Adams laughed as the kid tripped over his now oversized pants and fell flat on his face. Within seconds he had vanished into a pile of his own clothing.
By the time he struggled out of his newly heavy clothes, Adams had freed his rock hard meat.
The kid ran but couldn’t escape Adams huge grasping hand. The kid screamed and Adams moaned as Adams brought his hand up, rubbing his tiny prisoner across his dick. A minute later, Adams’ cock spasmed, exploding white cum everywhere, filling his hand, and coating his captive with his spunk.
He brought his hand up to his face, “You’re right! I’ll never ever do it again!” shouted the boy.
Adams smiled, “No you wont little one, but it’s not because I came on you…”
“What do you mean?”
He would know in a second. Adams brought his hand up and popped the slimy boy headfirst into his mouth. He slid his finger in-between the youth’s legs and pushed his wriggling legs into his mouth. He twirled the young man around on his tongue, enjoying the taste of his own cum mingling with the taste of man. He played briefly with the boy’s tiny prick and tasted his ass but soon bored of the game.
He positioned the boy facedown and facing toward his throat. He stepped up to the car’s side mirror, tilted his head back, and swallowed, shivering at the feeling of having a live man slide down his throat, and the sight of the squirming bulge move downwards toward his stomach.
After ingesting the young man, Adams put the kid’s clothes in the car and pulled out a second spray can, spraying the car. As the boy had done, the car shrank, ending at about two inches long. Adams raised his foot and stomped downwards, leaving a small, red square of metal on the side of the road.
Adams got into his cruiser and sped off, smiling as the buzz from the alcohol his meal had drunk hit, and his stomach stopped growling.