The characters and places in this work are fictional and not based on truth.
It was a lazy late afternoon and the town was getting ready for an afternoon game between two opposing football teams. Crowds of fans flocked to the entrances to the stadium, and to prevent fights, they were accompanied by a cordon of police officers from the riot police. The police were also standing around the stadium and took everything as a normal afternoon. Marek, a stout, burly guy in his forties, who looked like a gladiator in his heavy overalls, also took part in the event. He didn't enjoy it here at all, but at least he could observe the purely male company and, secretly, his colleagues. Everyone in his department knew he was gay and didn't mind at all. On the contrary. He even joked with some on this topic and even got involved a few times, but only in the style of teasing over beer.
The afternoon wore on and the guys were baking in their uniforms. Marek took off his helmet and started yawning. "It would like some fun, at least a fight, otherwise I'll get bored". His colleagues nodded their heads in agreement and continued to do nothing. Mark was not amused by this. He would rather lie down and sleep. He didn't understand how he could even think of going to watch the stadium after two nights. The only thing he enjoyed was the already mentioned observation. As a gay man, he should have a lot to choose from, there were dads from families with small children, groups of young guys and finally, photoshoots exactly to his taste. He was always attracted to men in their fifties, clean-shaven and with smaller bellies. As a policeman, he had the opportunity to fight with such people several times, but when he was on duty, it was not like that. He poked here and there, reached between his legs here and there, but otherwise he couldn't do anything. At the same time, he likes it very hard in bed and has always been dominant.
It didn't take long for fans of both teams to bump into each other and a fight broke out. A few fans were already high on alcohol and that made it worse. Marek and his colleagues were sent into action for the first time. They put on the rest of their protective gear, their helmets and set off to calm down the argument. Together with his colleagues, he immediately ended the dispute, but in the meantime he noticed one of the fans. He immediately liked him and tried to get to him. He was a kind of huge and bald man who roared the most. Marek made his way to him and then stood against him. They roared in each other's faces for a while, but eventually Marko's blow to the knee with the baton calmed him down. The galloper immediately fell to the ground and began cursing. Marek rolled him on his back and tied his hands with plastic handcuffs. "You will now be arrested and taken to the station for insulting a public official". The man rebelled, but nothing could be done, and Marek and one other colleague finally dragged him to Anton. "There will be a search for weapons and other dangerous things..." Marek began to recite his lesson and expected help from his colleague. But a colleague's radio rattled. Not only did they still need help with that fight, but they also needed to go somewhere with that Anton. The colleague did not know what to do first, but Marek offered to park the car. So the colleague left, leaving Mark alone with the prisoner.
As soon as Anton's side door slammed, Marko became a completely different person, his power caused by the uniform not only raised his self-confidence. He took off his helmet and, wearing blacks and a balaclava, leaned over the prisoner. "Name!" he shouted. "Fuck your eye," replied the prisoner. Marek realized that things would not go well with him, and that was good. But first it was necessary to take the car elsewhere. The car with both men parked in a dark corner behind the stadium and then Marek started playing. He climbed out of the car and crawled back to the prisoner. He had to be silenced first. “You know, I could just transfer you to our office and then after a night in custody you'd be released and it would be over, but this way I can have a little fun with you.” He stepped directly in front of him and started rummaging through his gear. He took out a small first aid kit and from it medical scissors. In one move, he cut open the prisoner's T-shirt and turned it into a gag. Marek knew that the prisoners didn't like this, but it all started to amuse him even more. "You know, this isn't personal, don't worry, I don't even know you. And that's why I have to take care of my health." As soon as Marek finished saying this, he began to slowly and easily put on the leather gloves for each finger. His fingers easily slipped into the correct holes and he finally tightened the gloves with the Velcro. He then began to search the prisoners. He deliberately pinched the prisoner's body every time and treated him more than rudely. First he started from the head, tongue, hips, and then he started with the nape and bottom. He got stuck there. He noticed that the prisoner hissed in pain, so he stopped at the butt. "What do we have here?" Marek pulled down his pants and noticed that the prisoner had a rather large anal plug in his ass. "Do you belong to someone? Speak!” shouted Marek and pulled the gag from the prisoner's mouth. “No Lord, I'm alone and I just like this….” “So if you're not lying, we'll both enjoy it. Because I always like to torture the anus of my slaves, you understand? Mine!". Marek realized that he must not waste this chance, so he started lightly. He got the prisoner down on all fours and then began to remove his leather gloves.
He put on white surgical ones instead. He purposely slapped them while stretching so that the prisoner would know what was coming. With a long twist, he pulled a pin out of his ass and pulled hand cream from another pocket on his tactical vest. “This one should do.” He said, smearing his entire glove. Subsequently, he began to circle around the anus and then drove in first with one and then with other fingers. He was playing, so he started twisting his fingers in the prisoner's asshole and finally pushed her up to the wrist. They both enjoyed it and then it was the turn of the baton. Marek took out his hand and smeared the cream on the handle of the baton. Then he turned the prisoner on his back and continued to drive the club in his ass. As soon as he saw that the prisoner liked it, he turned his mouth to his pants, and instead of a club in his ass, he suddenly pulled out his black log and shoved it into the prisoner's mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!". It wasn't a game, Marek also liked a deep oral all the way to the root, so the prisoner covered his crotch with saliva several times. It didn't take long and he had a seed on the edge. He took off his rubber gloves and stuffed them into his mouth. With a familiar motion he immediately put the leather ones back on and began to chase over his prisoner's face. He came very quickly and his warm white seed covered his prisoner's entire face and was all over his bald head. As soon as he finished alone, he went around the prisoner and began chasing his pindoura again with the same vigor. He humiliated the prisoner for a while and delayed the orgasm, but because the instruction to board was announced on the radio, he had to let it happen. As soon as the prisoner came, Marek stuck his tongue in his mouth and licked his entire face. “You taste good… I want to have you one more time and this time with work. From now on you will be mine only, do you understand?". The prisoner happily nodded and Marek went to get properly dressed and adjust his equipment. He eventually found out the prisoner's name and even waited for him outside the police station after his shift. To be continued next time…?
