Baralai's Bastion
This story is erotic gay fiction, and contains adult material meant for mature audiences ONLY. It may contain supernatural themes, sex scenes, mind control, drug use, pornography and other adult themes. If you want to use the story please ask first.
The trees blurred by as the car sped past the forest preserve. Dale was racing home after a long day of work. And it had been a really shitty day. He had started his day at 6 in the morning and he was just leaving the office at 2am. Dale loosened his neck tie from his button down shirt.
When he would finally reach home he would find his wife asleep. What was the point of seducing a super model wife with your looks and money if you never got to take advantage of the benefits? Even some of his more attractive staff were unavailable today.
He thought the day couldn’t get any worse, but he was wrong.
Red and blue lights started to shine behind his car. His eyes briefly looked over the speedometer seeing that he was going 90 mph.
“Fuck,” Dale grunted out as he began to slow the car. He could have kicked himself for all the good it would have done. He normally sped passed the forest preserve, but not this fast. What a way to end his day from hell.
Dale finally brought the car over to a halt. The entire area was dark save for the car’s lights and the blue and red sirens from the police motorcycle. A large man stepped off the bike. He was thick with muscles. Something was off about him but Dale couldn’t put his finger on it. The uniform looked right, but it wasn’t the normal police blue, but rather dark black. Dale had remembered seeing some movies or television show with this type of uniform, but never in his area.
The officer moved to the car. His face was hidden behind a dark cap. But Dale could see a firm square jaw. Dale just stared at him in silence, not really knowing how to react.
“Do you know how fast you were going son?” the officer asked in a deep voice.
Dale felt his blood pressure spike when the man called him son. They were probably around the same age. And he made more money than 90% of this town. Who was this blue collar officer to belittle him? Dale collected himself before he responded to the man.
“Sorry officer. I guess I had a long day and wasn’t paying any attention.”
“That was going on beyond paying attention. You know this is a forest preserve right?”
“Yeah,” Dale responded.
“Well the speed limit is 30 for a reason. You could knock over a deer or something. Not only would you be killing off the critter, but you’d be putting yourself at risk as well. Not to mention you could kill someone else at the speed you were going.”
“Sorry officer.” Dale looked down and away from the officer.
“Are you high?” the officer asked.
“What? NO!” Dale said startled.
“I think you have. You’re probably high right now and have been smoking a lot in the last hour or so. You know how dangerous it is to drink while high?
Dale found it harder to think for some reason. “Officer I swear…I sw…I swear I’m not high.” Dale stumbled on his words. What was going on?
“Get out of the car son,” The officer demanded.
Dale found himself obeying without any resistance.
“Put your hands on the car for a second.”
Again Dale followed orders. Something didn’t seem right to him. This wasn’t supposed to be how things worked. Something was off, but he wouldn’t figure out how to describe it.
He felt the cops hands begin to frisk his sides. Dale felt a jolt or something go through his body. Something happened, he wasn’t sure what, but he had a sinking feeling of dread.
The hands roamed up and down his body roughly. The electric feeling continued to flow thorough him. He felt his muscles react involuntaringly. His hips thrusted and he found it hard to stand. Dale began to pant, but he wasn’t sure why.
He heard the cop laugh as he continued. “What is you’re name?”
“Dale, um…”
“Last name Dale?” the officer asked.
“Um..” Dale was having a hard time remembering.
“Can you remember you’re last name?” the officer asked.
What was his name? Why couldn’t he think? “I can’t remember,” he admitted.
“So you’re one of those fags?” the officer asked or stated, Dale couldn’t tell.
“What! No! I’m married I have a wife. I…”
“You won’t give me you’re last name. Not to mention the reaction you’re having from my touch.”
It was so hard to argue. It was so hard to think. The officer’s hands were distracting him, along with the weird energy going through his body. He felt himself trying to press up against the officer. Still Dale was able to utter, “I’m not gay.”
“Oh really,” the cop chuckled. “I think your body is telling me something different.” Dale then felt the gloved hand cup his hard dick. He didn’t even realize he was hard until that moment.
The cop didn’t let go of him or his cock. He continued to play with the other man. The strange surges were made worst. The hand undid Dale’s pants and slid down exposing him. The cop chuckled again.
“Most straight guys don’t wear a bright red thong,” the cop said while tugging at the fabric around the hard dick.
Dale tried to make sense of things. He wore boxers. But he was obviously wearing the thong. This wasn’t right. Why was he letting this man molest him as such?
“Why can’t I think,” Dale whimpered.
“Maybe you’re high. Would explain your behavior. Any drugs in the car boy?” the cop said smugly.
Dale shook his head.
“We’ll see about that.” The cop reached into the car and popped the back trunk. He walked back and gave another chuckle. “Well, well, what do we have back here.”
The cop brought out a bag that did not look familiar to Dale. Dale himself was still planted against the car. The police officer planted the bag by Dale’s feet. It was already open displaying an assortment of adult toys.
Dale’s head was spinning. This didn’t make any sense at all. Where did those items come from? Did the cop put them there? No that didn’t make any sense; the bag was too big. The cop couldn’t hide that on his bike and get it in his trunk. Who else would have put them there?
“You use these, boy?” the cop grunted out.
“What? NO!” Dale said in a panic.
“You said you weren’t a fag, but I think you are. And if I say play with your own toys, I think you follow my orders. Or maybe you just need alittle encouragement.”
The officer pulled at Dale’s tailored pants. Dale felt his ass become exposed to the cool night. He felt his anxiety peak.
“Ah, good you’re scared. When anxiety is core, lower cortex functioning occurs, making my work that much easier.” Dale didn’t understand what the cop was talking about. He just noticed the finger probing his exposed asshole. The fingered was lubed and slipped right into Dale’s hole.
The strange energy seemed to course through Dale’s anal cavity. The finger felt good. Dale felt his muscles wither and the odd energy flowed through his body. A second finger was soon added and Dale found himself screaming out. His body felt good. Really good.
The cop looked down at the other man. He was bent over allowing his ass to get better exposure. The officer gave a beautiful smile. The man was ready.
He grabbed a greased up toy from the black bag. Again a grin appeared on his face as he handed it to Dale. “You know you want to use this right now,” he wispered into Dale’s ear.
Dale felt the fingers leave him as soon as he was handed the dildo. His ass felt so empty. But that was what the toy was for. Without any hesitation he felt his hand bring the item to his ass.
He let out a moan of relief as he assaulted his own ass with the dildo. A big smiled came across his face. Dale didn’t hold back. He didn’t care that the cop was staring at him while he thrusted the toy inside of him. As a matter of fact it felt better to have him watch.
“There you go boy,” the cop said. “Now you’re having fun. Now to make just a few more changed to you, while you keep yourself distracted.”
Dale didn’t understand what the man was talking about. What changes? He played with the toys and then decided to play with his nipples as well. He pulled at the mesh task top that clung closing to his body. He loved wearing revealing clothing. He had a nice lithe body and loved to show it off as much as possible.
Dale soon found the cop’s arms around him again. He continued to push the fake dick into him as the leather gloved hand stoked his own real dick. A second gloved hand stuck fingers into Dale’s mouth. Dale sucked on the fingers greedily. He was having fun.
Soon Dale found himself exploding. Cum dripped down the cop’s glove and Dale panted nearly exhausted.
“You’re not done yet boy. You know our arrangement,” the cop said while unzipping his own pants. Dale licked his lips as he knelt down to get better access to the hard dick.
The cop had busted him for working the corners. In exchange for letting him off the hook, Dale had to service him every so often. Not that Dale complained. The man was smoking hot.
The cop ran his hands through Dale’s blonde hair. He complimented Dale on his expert cock sucking skills.
It wasn’t long before Dale’s face was covered in cum. He pulled up his thong and hot pants as he licked himself clean and got back into his car. He gave a mischievous smile to the cop. “Can I have my bag back officer,” he chimed. “I need it if I get bored.”
The officer handed over the bag full of toys. “You have a very wanton hole boy.”
“You know it,” Dale said almost proudly. “And next time you better fuck it.”
“Will do. You just make sure to stay naughty.” The cop said while fondeling the man. “Is that you’re wallet?”
Dale looked over. He looked at the wallet full of cash and an odd photo in the driver’s license. “Some John must have left it. Hey that’s weird. He has the same name as me. But he is so old and look at that crusty brown hair. Oh well his money his mine now.”
“Careful now,” said the cop, “I may need to put you in handcuffs.”
Dale got very excited at that comment. He was having a really good day.
The Enforcer
by Baralai