Never Drink And Drive
By: Pi-Zero
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
fool, 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 boy around on his
tongue, enjoying the taste of his own cum mingling with the
taste of the boy. 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 boy, 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.
-The End-