Left to Lust
by bearsandcigars (2025)
FREEDOM …
Free from an unrewarding, treadmill job.
Free from shaming parents, who delighted in fostering Catholic guilt and making sweeping judgments about my gay lifestyle.
Free from the ex-boyfriend, who appeared to relish the negativity he brought to our relationship.
I was out of there! Free to do what I wanted to do.
I’d literally left everything behind.
Packed up my life and stuffed it all into my old red Mazda 6.
I was heading north, to start as chef at a small tourist hotel.
Time to reset and reboot my life.
I’m Baren Wilcox, 34, hirsute and athletic. Rocking the lumberjack look; brown beard, cropped hair, wearing my red & black plaid flannel shirt. Motoring along; eyes focused intensely on this meandering, apparently endless minor road. Walls of cedar forest creeping ever closer to the edge of the asphalt. It was late in the day, the sun would soon fall behind grand mountains. There were no mile markers and no signs of civilisation approaching. I’d passed no other vehicles in the past hour and without any familiar landmarks or landscape, I was losing optimism I’d arrive in daylight so increased my speed.
- OH FUCK!!
Slamming on the brakes, my upper body lunged forward, only held steady by the strength of my grasp on the steering wheel. A large ‘ROAD CLOSED’ sign blocked my route, draining remaining confidence that I’d ever reach my new home. I felt impotent in that brief moment but then encouraged when an orange ‘Detour’ sign caught my eye.
So I followed the new direction and turned left onto the mysterious single track road. I remained apprehensive with no idea where this new path was heading to. Several miles or so passed, then relief, as the dense forest started open up. A fiery red sky emerged from the gloom and some lights shone out from buildings in the distance.
With expectations raised, I put my foot down again and sped along the road towards the illuminations.
- OH FUCK!!
Red flashing lights in all mirrors dazzled me from behind and I knew the worst. I slowed down, pulling onto the grass verge and stopped.
- YOU FUCKHEAD! … FUCK FUCK FUCK! …
Banging my left hand repeatedly against the steering wheel.
Would this nightmare end?
A tall policeman in his 50s came into view through my left wing mirror, striding purposefully towards the car. I glanced sideways, as his knuckles rapped the glass. Immediately I brought the side window down.
- So where’s the emergency Boy? You were flying down the road and well over the speed limit.
I sheepishly peered up at the muscular officer, transfixed on his heavy black moustache; a creation of magical beauty. I certainly wasn’t going to rattle this stern cop’s cage. There seemed little likelihood of getting off with a warning.
- Switch the engine off, get out the vehicle Boy!
OK keep calm, comply and face my fate.
Accept the ticket, no complaints and pay the fine.
Facing the poker-faced officer; standing patiently, as I gaped at the alluring tanned hunk.
The gold badge on his shirt revealed he was SGT. FÈRE … obviously Fère by name and fear by nature!
Making contact with his dark, deep-set eyes, he pulled out a notebook and pen from his shirt pocket. He was over 6 feet, about 8 inches taller than me. Dressed to perfection, in his uniform of black short sleeved shirt, revealing tattooed furry arms and black pants.
- Look here Boy, I don’t need this fucking paperwork but I can’t let it go. What am I to do Boy?
It was a surprising turn of events. Even more so as he pulled out a pack of 100s and lit up a cigarette. With his left smoking hand covering his mouth, he drew heavily in a deep intake of breath. The long white filter cigarette, burning bright against the darkening sky. He purposefully held the smoke for a few seconds, then exhaled in a steady flow. The cop appeared to ponder his next move, taking the luxury of inspecting me unhurriedly, with inquisitive eyes, from head to toe. He took another drag, whilst fixing a stare on me and our eyes met again, as he blew smoke over me.
He pointed down at my crotch.
- What’s that bulge Boy? … Your cock is getting hard, Boy … You’re a dirty pervert whore, aren’t you … You fucking need to feel the Beast, Boy!
With another draw on his cigarette, he pulled the back of my neck towards him. Our lips forcefully came together; his smoke and tongue vigorously filling my defenceless mouth.
A hefty rough hand molested my left ass cheek. I tried to fight him off but he was too powerful for me, as we jostled together against the side of my car. I finally pulled away; falling to my knees, coughing. The overbearing cop stood over me, continuing to smoke with a smug grin, as I recovered from his smoky attack.
Provoked; I exploded in anger.
- YOU ARROGANT BASTARD!!
- You’re out of order Boy! … Don’t you disrespect me Boy!
Before I knew what happened, he’d my hands behind my back and cuffed. I was in deep shit now. His cigarette held firm in his lips, he reached around my waist and unfastened my jeans. My crotch was grabbed brutally, whilst he violently took my mouth again, as pulled my zip down. I lost balance and he easily tipped me forward over the car hood. Grabbing my Levis and boxers either side of my waist, he made short work having them around my ankles, exposing my bare ass.
I was going to be raped and I was scared.
- Don’t you fucking get up from there Boy!
A determined forefinger rubbed slowly around my sphincter and probed the entrance to my hole. His left hand lay on my shoulder, allowing his thumb to unexpectedly caress the back of my neck softly up and down. Confused by the different sensations I tried to relax. I made no sense of these conflicting emotions. In any case I’d no resistance against the inevitable.
- Ready for the Beast, Boy?
The fierce cop spat on my hole and I felt a gob of saliva dribble across my crack and I felt his cock head push against my hole. Gasping for a nervous breath, I heard his zippo lighter fire up again and another cigarette was lit. He inhaled in a snapped breath, as I lay passively and he eased into me. An engorged throbbing penis drove forcefully to the limit and I let out an involuntary moan. Astonishingly I found myself pushing back to meet his weight. It felt incredible … an intense desire washed over my whole body … what was going on?
- THAT’S IT BOY, TAKE THE BEAST
I relaxed and let him in with the minimum of resistance. There was no point in fighting against him. As he continued a regular, steady rhythm up my hole, the cop covered my mouth with his smoking hand. I was ready this time and accepted his smoke; drawing on his cigarette, as I was fucked. Exhaling in a nose jet of white smoke. I revelled in the nicotine buzz.
- I WANT IT, SIR!!
He maintained the heavy force down on my body against the hood. Both my shoulders were now being used for support as he banged against my prostate. I gave out a low pitched groan as my initial fear dissolved in waves of overwhelming rapture. I lost all sense of my situation at the side of this remote country road.
My left ass cheek was unexpectedly spanked hard and suddenly I was aware of another car approaching at speed, braking in a small skid across from us. I expected the cop to stop fucking me but he just kept up the relentless pace. I managed to turn my head to see the other driver bring his window down. The bearded man, wearing gold rimmed Ray-Bans Aviators and a black baseball cap was grinning and bawled out from a cupped hand by his mouth
- OI SARGE!! … Well done … another boy racer gets his just deserts hahaha … catch you later Luke … BYE!
Then he was gone as quick as he’d arrived. As he sped off I could detect the aroma of a cigar and saw a trail of exhaled smoke drift from the car window.
My assailant picked up speed, taking my hole in assertive drives. Starting to exert extra pressure on my head against the car hood as he vigorously thrusted up my increasingly painful hole. He wasn’t listening as I started to protest “slow down sir”. I could barely hear anything but faintly made out some kind of repeated guttural chant.
The police officer started to bang my head against the car but my muffled “no” went on deaf ears as he appeared to be zoned out fucking the life out of me. The persistent incantation recurring again and again. What WAS he saying?
My ass was raw as fuck and the cop started uttering a more intimate loud roar. With a tenacious grip of my shoulders, he ploughed my hole right up to his massive orgasm. I yelled out “YES” in relief, as injections of warm cum filled my hole. The cop kept pumping my ass until he was spent and I collapsed back on to the hood, as he released me in a lumbering heap.
Without ceremony he briskly pulled out, clumsily wiping his cock clean of cum on my ass cheeks and zipped up his pants. I then felt my handcuffs being released, allowing me to rub and sooth my painful wrists. Dazed, I slowly rose up from the car and turned around to face the cop, who had already pulled out his notebook and pen again.
- So … I can’t let the serious speeding offence go by Boy or your outrageous outburst.
As he wrote the ticket I could only think ‘whatever’. I obviously had no comeback on this rogue cop but it had been an incredible fuck.
- So … I won’t see you driving at that speed again, will I, Mr Baren Wilcox.
The hard stare plus rhetorical question told me, just shut the fuck up. The seductive sergeant passed me the folded piece of paper impassively, as if nothing else had happened.
- There’s a hotel up the road Boy, it’s late, go get booked in for the night and cool your jets.
The towering policeman turned, maintaining his haughty demeanour and marched back to the cop car. Before I knew it he had revved up the engine and whizzed past me, covering me in a cloud of dust and small stones.
I fell back into my Mazda, somewhat battered and sore. I’d undoubtedly been sexually assaulted but perversely I’d revelled in the mugging and got a thrill from the excitement of the last half hour. I must have sat there, knocked senseless, for about 15 minutes, just staring out into the horizon, hypnotised by the awesome red sky fading away. I couldn’t decided whether I’d just been a stupid cunt or the luckiest guy alive.
Well I couldn’t sit out here all night, so it did seem a good idea to find the hotel, stay overnight and get out of here in the morning. I drove soberly along the road, drawn by the building lights ahead of me.
In the darkness, and no street lighting, it was difficult to see much detail of the few properties lining the ‘Main Street’. There appeared to be a village general store and some cottages with wooden front decks. At the top of the street was the anticipated hotel. It turned out to be more of a pub with a couple of rooms above. ‘The Inn’ had an unimaginative name, but first impressions through a large window were appealing, with music and laughter heard and a warm light from a flickering log fire.
I collected a small leather holdall from the car, with everything I’d need for the overnighter and headed in. As I pushed the heavy wooden front door open, I was hit by the heady smell of tobacco and a hazy atmosphere . Conversations stopped abruptly and I became the centre of attention, as I walked forward. The eyes of a barman and three customers followed my path to the bar. There was a chorus of “Hi There”s from the group, with the barman doing the formal welcome, shaking my hand purposefully, drawing me in amongst the gathering of jovial gentlemen.
- Hi, come in – I have your room ready for you.
I was delighted by the friendly greeting but puzzled how they had anticipated my arrival. The cop must have called ahead.
The four men were probably late 40s to mid 50s, muscular and all with full beards. The barman was smoking from a large aromatic Boswell pipe and the three customers had large dark cigars fired up. A pint of beer was placed in front of me and the barman passed the reservations book over to me for a signature. BAREN WILCOX in bold type, was already pre-filled in, plus my old address. There hadn’t been time to discuss the fact I was currently of no fixed abode, as I got fucked silly, half an hour ago. Lying to the cop was going to be another spanked bottom I assumed, smiling as I quickly signed my squiggle.
The oldest of the men, who were also drinking beer, offered me a cigar. I immediately decline.
- Sorry, I don’t smoke thanks.
The three men all laughed and the guy offering the cigar looked perplexed
- That’s not what we heard, did we men? hahaha
I explained that I didn’t usually smoke, as my boyfriend didn’t like it
- Well you’re not with your boyfriend any more, are you?
How did this guy know that? But he was correct and the great smell of their fat cigars changed my mind.
- Yes true! I’d love a cigar thanks mate
The handsome daddybear picked up his brown leather cigar case from the table and withdrew a cigar similar to the stogies being smoked by the other men. He cut the end and began to toast the foot of the elegant looking cigar. My tongue involuntarily licked my bottom lip as he passed it over to me and offered the flame from his lighter.
As I brought the cigar to life, puff after puff, I was also drawn to check out my sexy benefactor. Around my height but heavier, with a distinct belly which I liked. He was bald, with a dark grey beard and striking steel blue eyes. He appeared delighted at my expertise lighting the cigar, nodding his head.
- Well done Son … I can see you’ve done that before.
As I savoured the great smoke, I explained that it had been a while.
- Yeah my ex hated the smell, so I gave up smoking for an easy life.
The men all expressed their disapproval of that decision and were enthused to see me enjoying, what I could see from the blue band, was a Perdomo Lot 23 Maduro Toro, about 6” long.
I was welcomed into the fold of lovely gentlemen. Aidan the barman was a stocky guy, with a thick black beard and incredible fur covering his chest, exposed from under his unbuttoned shirt. He brought a pizza to our table as introductions were made. I was sitting with Sam, the hot Daddy who’d given me the cigar. He presented me to Tanner and Arthur, who were apparently partners. Aidan had not offered a menu but I was pleased to see it was my favourite pizza, with pepperoni and mushrooms.
Tanner and Arthur were of similar age and younger than Sam. Tanner was a ‘ginger’, with short reddish fair hair, big beard and a ruddy complexion. Arthur’s beard was more of a brown goatee, surrounded by a week’s heavy growth on his face. They all wore differing plaid shirts in shades of red, with sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular hairy arms. I amused myself that it felt like a lumberjack convention. The men were all obviously gay, yet it only now dawned on me how or why was there a gay bar in this remote location.
Aidan joined us at the table, puffing his big fragrant pipe, with another round of beers, as I finished my food. I explained my situation and the aborted plan to get to my new place at the hotel further north. There was mock sadness at my predicament.
- Oh dear Baren, such a damn shame, is that not right men?
Sam put a sympathetic arm around my left shoulder, with his own smoky left cigar hand draped over it as his other hand began to fondle my crotch, with eager fingers. My eyelids closed, allowing Sam to continue his sensual massage, as I let out a short gasp and moan.
When I opened my eyes, I was taken aback at the sight of Aidan’s tongue down Tanner’s throat. Arthur was now puffing on Aidan’s pipe, exhaling huge clouds of white smoke whilst tugging on his exposed cock hanging out of his pants. Sam unzipped my jeans, as he kissed me passionately, full on the lips. I shifted on my chair to give him better access, allowing his big hand to grip my hard cock and pulled it out. A fucking orgy was developing around me!
The room lights were dimmed and Arthur started lighting some large black candles around. The flickering light combined with flames from the fire created a special sexual atmosphere. I felt a freedom I’d rarely felt in recent years to be all I can be in these moments
- Oh Baren … what a lovely cock
Sam took his smoky cigar and let the dark tobacco stick rub against my balls, up and along the shaft. I lost a breath at the sensation; I didn’t want him to stop. He took a long drag on his cigar, which he held with all fingers and his thumb and bathed my twitching cock, in a long stream of smoke. I wanted to taste Sam’s smoky mouth so badly but his strength pushed me down on to my knees. He stood up to allow his pants to fall and I knew my cue. I was down on his huge veined cock with a passion, causing me to gag briefly until I relaxed. Whilst Sam guided my head up and down his dick, I could only imagine what was going on with the other daddies behind me. Meanwhile I was giving my best for sexy Sam, pulling gently on his hairy balls with my teeth, sucking and licking them and all around the length of his monster cock, back over the purple head and around the foreskin. I was soon down on him and allowing his large penis to massage my throat. The feast seemed without end and my appetite didn’t wane. Sweat trickled over my flushed face but my ardour remained and Sam showed no signs of being satisfied yet. As I moved around the floor I caught glimpses of the other three men now in a writhing smoky heap, at different positions on a large soft sofa up against the lounge wall. Sam gave me a playful slap on my cheek to focus my attention on him.
- You’ve got time for them after Son … concentrate on your Daddy.
Sam briefly pulled out of my mouth but brought the head of his cock with his smoky cigar together for me to suck which I eagerly accepted. Exhaling smoke over his crotch, I kept drawing deeply and letting it go again before Sam repeated the double delight several times. Surrounding us in a delicious fog.
Eventually I fell away exhausted on the floor, dishevelled but wonderfully ecstatic. Sam lifted me up, giving me a tight hug and enthusiastic kiss. We retreated back to another sofa by the other three men, who were in various stages of undress. Aidan and Arthur, now with the pipe in his mouth, were kissing impatiently, shotgunning the pipe smoke back and forth. Tanner rose to sit with us and immediately had his tongue with mine, soon joined by Sam sucking and licking each other, all three of us together. Shirts were discarded haphazardly to the floor as Tanner started sucking my left nipple as Sam tweaked the right.
- Oh yes yes YES! … GO HARDER! …
I caught Tanner wink at Sam, responding to my demand and felt my nipples increasingly pulled, flicked and chewed, as sharp nails dug sadistically into them. My breathing became irregular as I initially struggled to overcome the emotional agony and intense pain. The two men showed no mercy on my tits but my erect dripping cock betrayed any urgency to call out to stop. Poppers appeared under my nostrils and I greedily inhaled several times from the small brown bottle. A wave of euphoria washed over me, as I zoned out on the endorphins and the mind battle for equilibrium between gently teasing and rough torment.
Aidan and Arthur joined our group and both removed my jeans so I was completely naked. He slowly caressed and massaged my feet, as Arthur planted the large pipe in my mouth. My body literally shuddered in excitement as all four men unselfishly delighted in feeding my ecstasy. It was the most erotic feeling being under the full control of the four sexy bears. I didn’t want it to stop; their sensual stroking, fondling, kissing, caressing, sucking licking and chewing. I watched Sam rise from the pack then float silently down towards my face; our eyes met in a deep and intense moment when all time appeared to stop. Briefly oblivious to the other men’s sexual mugging as an emotional energy coursed through Sam and me. He whispered into my left ear …
- Feel his magic …
I couldn’t hold it back any longer and literally screamed through my massive orgasm. My cum shot wildly into the air, landing splattered haphazardly all over my chest and face, which was just an invitation for four tongues lapping it up. At some point Aidan had retrieved his pipe and was lighting it back up as the other three men hugged me in turn with individual soft kisses.
We all fell back apart on the sofa, in recovery. All four men had eyes on each other and quietly smirking. My brain was in a whirl after the events of the evening. Fucked by the side of the road, then all this. Sam stood up, raising a half empty beer glass and a fork left on the table, clinking the side for attention.
- Well men, it’s been a great evening but it’s time to leave young Baren to get some rest. He’s got a big day ahead of him.
As I lay back looking at the four gorgeous furry men, redressing and saying their goodbyes, I pondered what kind of big day would follow. Certainly more driving once I worked out a new route to avoid the closed road. Anyway that was for tomorrow and I picked myself up to find myself in the arms of hunky Aidan and his tongue down my throat again. He was big sexy bear of a man. He released and gave me a hard spank on my ass.
- Right, naughty boy I’ll show you the room and let you settle down for the night.
I smiled and thanked the other men for a fantastic evening.
- I’ll catch you before I leave tomorrow guys
- Oh you will Baren … you certainly will - Sam assured me.
Aidan led me upstairs to a small but comfortable looking bedroom, with an en-suite shower.
- This is great, thanks Aidan. I’ll probably get up about 8 tomorrow.
The big bear winked at me.
- Yeah I’ll have a breakfast ready for you – always good to get a good start with such a big day ahead of you.
Aidan left and I wearily flopped on to the bed. I lay a while looking up at the ceiling, with a big grin on my face. I needed to get some sleep so started to undress … again. Lifting my discarded jeans from the wooden floor, I started to drape them over a side chair. I noticed a piece of white paper peeking out of a pocket. That speeding ticket! Yeah, that was annoying but then bizarrely it was such a hot fuck as ‘punishment’, from the rogue cop. I pulled out the sheet of paper to see what the ‘damage’ would be – hopefully not over $100. What was this?
- WHAT THE FUCK!
This wasn’t a speeding ticket – it was an Appearance Notice
To: Baren Wilcox, occupation, address … blah blah blah …
You are alleged to have committed the offences of
i) moving violation
ii) dangerous operation of a conveyance
iii) driving in a manner dangerous to the public.
- WHAT THE FUCK!
You are required to attend court, on the seventh day of July 2024 at 11:00am, The Courthouse, Tyson River Law Court, Main Street, Tyson River
You are summoned and required to be and appear before
The Honourable Ignatius Tyson, who will sit and adjudicate
- to act as judge.
- to settle or determine judicially.
- to pronounce or decree by judicial sentence.
- WHAT THE FUCK!
You are warned that failure to attend court in accordance with this appearance notice is an offence under subsection 145(5) of the Criminal Code blah blah blah …
What was going on here? This can’t be right … it’s like some kangaroo court from a banana republic. This surely was a joke but it looked very official. I was too drunk and too tired to think and decided sleep was a bigger priority.
Tomorrow was another day.
I woke up … it was dull but dry outside. Checking my phone it was just past 9:15. My head was still a bit fuzzy. I staggered to the shower and stood a while letting the water rush over my tired body. With some invigorating gel all over me and a rinse off I was somewhat ready for the day … yeah the BIG day. Fuck that court thing. The guys’ idea of a practical joke?
As I dried off, Aidan walked in with his big pipe fired up flooding the room with a rich earthy fragrance.
- Morning sexy … hope you slept OK
- Yeah fine but do you know about this court thing – showing him the Notice.
Aidan puffed away, studiously perusing the document …
- Very official … You must have really pissed off the local sergeant Baren but I’m sure you’ll sort it out. Just act all contrite and you’ll be fine. I mean how could the judge get upset with such a sexy man in front of him …. Mmmmmm!
Aidan slipped his hand under my towel and tugged at my hardening cock, giving me a smoky kiss. I rubbed my beard up against his, inhaling the wonderful aroma.
- OK sexy … get dressed, we’ll have breakfast and I’ll walk you over to the court in good time.
The scenery was stunning even in this gloomy weather. Surrounded by incredible mountains, with a fast flowing river running parallel to the road, looking out to a field, with what looked like goats grazing, bordered by thick forest. I thought the inn had been at the end of the road by the cottages I drove past yesterday. However, Aidan led me around the inn to where the road continued up a slight hill, to a large property about 100 yards away. It started to rain and we quickened our pace. I passed a wooden sign – The Courthouse, but this all seemed surreal … why would there be a court here … nothing was really making sense.
Anyway, we were on time … 10:50am, as I checked my Apple watch. It wasn’t a court house at all but a grand wooden home on two levels, with rooms obvious in the roof space. Let’s get this charade over with I thought, as we climbed the half dozen steps up to the main door.
I looked round but Aidan had disappeared. The large wood panelled front door was opened by a familiar man and when he spoke I realised it was the guy who stopped his car last evening as I got fucked by the cop.
- Good morning Mr Wilcox, I’m Nash, I’ll take you downstairs to the court room.
Nash was a bit older than me, with a shaved head and smart black goatee. He’d a cheeky smile and naughty eyes; twinkling with mischief, that would strip you bare with one look.
Inside, spacious rooms were tastefully decorated with quality antiques and paintings. Someone of wealth owned this home. I was intrigued now and willing to keep up the absurd pretence, to see how it would play out. It was like knowing a joke, without the punchline.
Nash sat me down on a chair in the small hallway and pointed out washroom facilities. He left and I was sitting alone looking at my dirty Nike trainers … I should have scrubbed up for my court case and gave out an audible humph. I decided to go for a piss whilst I waited. There was a large mirror above the urinals and I smiled back at myself but sensed my nervousness, despite the ludicrous situation. Shit, I could hear Nash bawling out my name …
- BAREN WILCOX, BAREN WILCOX TO THE COURT …
As I rushed back into the hallway, Nash had opened some double heavy wooden doors, that led into a grand room of dark brown wood furniture and wall panels, with a black stone floor. Whilst apparently in the basement, it was staged like a regular court, with a public area and an oversized desk, on a raised dais. There were about twenty bearded men sat on broad benches, padded with black leather. They including Sam, Arthur, Tanner and Aidan to whom I nodded as I passed, whilst Nash led me to the dock, also raised one step up.
I stood looking bemused at the scene as Sam called out
- Good luck Baren!
- THE PUBLIC GALLERY WILL BE SILENT!! – bawled Nash, so that was Sam told off.
Nash then walked over to a side door and announced loudly
- ALL RISE FOR THE HONOURABLE MR JUSTICE IGNATIUS TYSON
The judge flew into the courtroom like Batman; wearing a black leather eye mask and long black silk gown flowing open behind him. Underneath were black pants and a traditional black court waistcoat with white collar and tabs. He sat down and perused the room, looked down at some papers and then stared over at me.
- Who do I have this morning Nash?
- Baren Wilcox, my Lord
- Aah yes, Mr Wilcox
The judge looked fierce in his mask; aged maybe around 60, with a rugged lined face. He had a short grey beard and a huge, ostentatious darker grey handlebar moustache and bald head.
Nash brought over a large box from which the judge picked out a long cigar.
- I’ll have an Oliva Presidente I think this morning … Thank you, Nash
As the judge cut and toasted the foot of the almost black cigar he stared again directly at me through his mask. Then firing it up, he let a cloud of smoke drift up his nostrils, then exhaled it casually. He was still looking over at me a while, without apparent emotion and as I looked back, I realised my cock was hard.
- You might have dressed a little smarter for my court Mr Wilcox.
The judge sneered at my casual appearance, then returned to scrutinise the papers on his desk
- OK this looks like a quick case … Nash bring in the first witness
- SERGEANT FÈRE TO THE STAND!
My ‘sexual abuser’ appeared, strutting across the room, in his full police uniform, whilst grinning over at me, as he made his way to the witness stand. He proceeded to pull a cigarette from his pack.
- Can I give you a light Luke? – asked the judge
- Thank you, my Lord.
The judge, with his long cigar at the side of his mouth, stretched over the desk with his lighter. Flicking it and a large flame appeared. The sergeant lit up with a quick deep inhale and long exhale high into the air.
- OK Luke what have you got for me? I’m seeing excessive speed, death trap vehicle, verbal abuse of a police officer. How fast was he driving Luke?
- Oh well over the limit, my Lord.
- I thought so Luke, he looks like a speed merchant.
The judge looked over at me, shaking his head, his lips pursed in contempt and drew slowly on his cigar again. The thick smoke escaped his mouth, which he inhaled again, as he licked his bottom lip.
- What have you got on the car Luke?
- It’s a very old car, my Lord, so it’s bound to have lots of defects.
- That’s right Luke, a total danger to the public.
The judge turned again to me, tilting his head slightly to the side. His cigar hand stroked his forehead, with an apparent look that said ‘are you THAT insane’
- What did Mr Wilcox say to you again?
- Said I was an arrogant bastard, my Lord.
- Hmmm … well he’s maybe got a point Luke.
Both men laughed heartedly, as I stood there incredulous at the farce. Though I couldn’t help but enjoy the banter between the two sexy men. Looking back at the public area I saw all the men were smoking. Everyone except me and I really needed a cigarette right now.
- So Luke was he a good fuck?
- He was begging for it, my Lord, flaunting his greedy hole at me.
- Yes Luke he looks a filthy slut.
The judge took another slow draw on his cigar, releasing the smoke leisurely into the air, then announced his judgement.
- Frankly, Mr Wilcox … you’re guilty … guilty as charged! So there’s no point hearing any excuses in your defence. I should probably consider some leniency but I can’t set a precedent when such heinous crimes have been committed. It would be inappropriate to overlook the dangerous driving or the verbal abuse of this fine upstanding police officer before you. This calls for the maximum sentence and the most severe punishment Mr Wilcox.
The judge stood up, took a draw of his cigar, placing it in the outsized ashtray, whilst giving instructions to Nash.
- I’ll need the chair. The boy obviously needs a firm hand.
As Nash moved away, the judge had returned back into his chambers. The dominant sergeant took the opportunity to step into the dock with me, grabbing my crotch and took my mouth with his rough tongue.
- Guilty as charged Boy, the judge will give you the punishment you deserve … and want. – he growled.
My hard cock was straining against my tight jeans again. I could sense where this was going and my heartbeat quickened. Judge Tyson rushed back behind his desk, still wearing the leather eye mask. He pointed over and beckoned me to leave the dock, completely ignoring that the sergeant was with me. Nash dragged a black leather chair, with a high wood back, in front of the public area. The judge stepped down from the dais and prepared to address the other seated men. As he sat manspreading on the large chair, it became apparent something had changed. He pulled apart his black silk robe, revealing his naked body. The mature man was everything I desired; tanned with defined muscle and nice belly, with ample nipples and long cock lying firm against his thigh. He stroked both sides of his broad moustache slowly with his right index finger and thumb.
- I believe this is the only punishment Mr Wilcox will learn from. Get over here Boy! Stand in front of me … here!
Nash retrieved the judge’s ashtray holding the cigar and presented it back to him. It was soon fired up again and he directed his attention to me, standing to attention in front of him.
- Come here Boy!
I instinctively threw off my t-shirt and stepped forward. The judge unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans firmly to my ankles.
- Get over my lap, Boy!
- Yes my Lord – I smartly responded.
Judge Tyson didn’t hurry with my punishment, running his hand slowly over both ass cheeks and down to tug at my erection.
- Your cock is dripping, dirty boy.
SPANK!!
- AAAGH! – the sharp pain brought me instantly back into the moment.
- Aaaah was that sore? Bad boys need proper punishment to learn from. You won’t drive like that again will you? … WILL YOU!!
The judge returned to gently fondling my ass, his fingers probing my hole. I responded by writhing my hips on his lap
SPANK - SPANK!! – both cheeks were whacked one quickly after the other.
- AAAAAGH!!
- Oh you felt that, didn’t you, my boy … hahaha … seems I have a kinky boy in my hands … that’s VERY naughty … so will that make you think twice before disrespecting outrageously a police officer.
- Yes, my Lord.
SPANK – SPANK - SPANK – SPANK!!
- AAAAAGH!!
- What did I hear Boy?
- YES … YES MY LORD!
- That’s better … that’s better. Maybe you are starting to understand and learn. It doesn’t have to be so painful, does it Boy… no need to cry … this doesn’t feel so bad does it?
I luxuriated in Judge Tyson’s erotic stroking of my cock by his left hand, as I realised the unusual sensation around my sphincter was his cigar running around my hole. I inhaled heavily as I was bathed in the wonderful cigar smoke.
- Oh Yes! – I whispered.
As my cock was being jacked off at a leisurely pace, my mind was in ecstasy and I raised my ass upwards
- YOU FILTHY SLUT!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! – the judge was showing no mercy, as I cried out.
- AAAAAAAAAAGH!! Sorry my Lord.
- I didn’t hear that BOY!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
- SORRY, SORRY, SORRY MY LORD … I WON’T DO IT AGAIN SIR
- Aaaah that’s what I wanted to hear, my boy, come up and sit on my lap …
Two strong hands lifted me up and I was now face to face with Judge Tyson, who wrapped his arms around me, hugging me warmly, he kissed me softly on the lips.
As we parted, I looked into his blue eyes through the black leather eye mask. He took another puff from his cigar which had smoked down and smiled, spreading his awesome moustache. The dark cigar was placed on my lips and I welcomed the taste and drew heavily as it burned bright orange. Before I could release the judge took my mouth and our tongues played in the smoke.
- My beautiful boy, I’ve wanted you for a very long time Baren
The judge pulled off his eye mask and grinned
- Remember me Baren?
The face was familiar … Ignatius Tyson? … Uncle Iggy? He came forward again and locked lips with me, kissing passionately as he dug his nails into my left nipple. Our kisses became more sloppy as his cigar hand pulled on my erect cock.
We were soon surrounded by all the men who applauded and cheered, that developed into a group hug. I hardly knew what was going on but it felt so good.
When I was a teenager I’d only ever known this sexy man as Uncle Iggy. I’d the hots for my father’s best mate until they fell out and our paths never crossed again until now. Dad discovered I was gay when he found me sucking off Uncle Iggy in my bedroom at a New Year’s Eve party about twenty years ago.
- You played your part beautifully Baren; Uncle Iggy knows what you like … I know ALL your kinks and fetishes
Iggy had caught my soul. He had created the whole elaborate ruse from the hoax job interview to the prank road closure. From there all the men played their part to hoodwink me and lead me to the court this morning.
- Well my handsome boy, I wanted to see how you’d react and if the men would want you to stay. You passed with flying colours. We have a very special group of men here who love and can enjoy each other. I am hoping you want to join us and we have an opening for a chef at The Inn.
We are made for lust,
We are made for pleasure,
We are made for sexual power.
Be proud of your dark side,
Be proud to be a follower of your desires,
Be proud to summoning the Demons and Devils
