Respecting Authority

Respecting Authority

Mike Kane

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All people in it are fictional, despite and resemblance you think they might bear to someone real. Please feel free to contact the author at Topdownlow07@gmail.com.

Copyright 2011

They told you to park on the top floor of the ramp. They told you the guard starts his patrol for this hour there. He won't know you're coming, but they told you what to say to let him know why you're really there. They told you his name is Mike.

You arrived a few minutes before the start of the hour and wait just like they told you. You can't remember the last time you felt this nervous. The tension builds with each passing moment until you're ready to start you're car and go back home just to break it, but then you hear a door open nearby. You look around and spot a security guard coming out of a pair of unmarked doors.

He doesn't look quite like you expected. He's average height, probably a few inches short of six feet just as he was described. He's heavy-set and looks like he's in his mid- thirties, like they said he'd be. You wouldn't have described his hair as brown like they told you, because it looks black to you except at the temples where wings of grey hair were starting to grow in, but they told you he wore a flat-top and this guard's haircut would make a Marine drill instructor proud. You can't tell if his eyes are green or blue from a distance, but they're light colored. He's wearing the uniform they told you about, black and white polyester with shiny black boots and a wide black leather belt. He has a radio on his shoulder, a badge on his chest and some pins on one breast pocket and a long black rod hanging from his belt.

He looks around. When he spots you in your car he heads straight toward you. Something about his stern and curious expression makes your dick twitch.

He stops a few feet away and examines your car. He pulls out a notebook and writes something. As he approaches he pulls out the black rod and you see now that it's a foot-long Mag- Lite. He stops right in front of your window so all you can see are his hands holding the flashlight and his crotch.

Then he bends over and taps the glass with the big Mag- Lite. You roll down the window. He says, 'Good evening, sir. Is everything all right?'

'Everything's fine, officer,' you say. 'I just need to kill some time before I head out.' They told you this was the code phrase that would tell Officer Mike you were there to suck his dick.

He nods. 'I see. Had a little too much to drink tonight?'

You shake your head, 'No, officer, nothing like that.'

'So you're just loitering?'

'No, I-'

'Are you an employee of one of the building tenants?'

'What' No, I'm just-'

'Would you please step out of the car, sir?'

He steps back enough to let the door open. Feeling baffled and a little annoyed, you do as you were told. When you close the door again and turn to face him, he gives you a look of frank appraisal, a slow up and down that starts and ends at your eyes. You feel like he's looking into you, that he can see your secret written on your face. You know he can see your hard-on by the look in his eyes and that just makes it strain all the harder against your jockstrap.

He says, 'Now, why don't you tell me again what you're doing in my parking ramp.'

'I, ah...' You start to respond, but the fluttering in your stomach and the look on his face make you stumble on the words.

'Sorry, what was that'' You want to look him in the eye, but you're gaze is drawn down and you keep looking at the Mag- Lite in his hands. He's slapping the light end against his open palm over and over again. You don't know why you find it so suggestive, but the sight of it makes your tongue feel thick and your words stupid.

'Sorry, Officer, I just-'

He cuts you off. 'Are you sure you haven't been drinking?'

He stops slapping the flashlight and now he's holding it at both ends and twisting the light end slowly. 'No, I'm just kind of nervous.'

'Nervous? Why do you feel nervous, sir? Are you doing something here in my parking ramp that would make you worried or afraid?'

'No, I, um...'

He turns the flashlight on and shines it in your face. 'Why don't we try this one more time, sir' This is a public ramp, but loitering is still a crime. Now tell me why you're really here or I might have to call the cops and hold you for suspicious activity.'

You panic. 'God, no, don't do that! I'm just here because this is where they told me to meet you. They told me to say I was just killing time. I'm not doing anything!'

''They' said that?' He takes a step closer. The light is so bright you can't see him anymore. 'I don't know who 'they' are, but we'll come back to that after you answer my question. Now!'

He shouts the last word loud enough that it echoes off the concrete walls and floor. 'I'm sorry sir,' you blurt. You hadn't intended to call him that, but something about his demeanor seems to force the word out of your mouth. The same way the words, 'I'm here to suck your dick,' follow.

'Suck my...' he pauses. You can't see what he's doing on the other side of the light, but it feels like he's studying your face. 'Wait, so, what are you, some kind of cocksucker?'

'Yes, sir.'

'This isn't a very funny joke, mister. Maybe I will have to call the cops after all.'

His silhouette reaches for the radio on his shoulder. You can imagine the police station, explaining it to your wife, losing your state licenses, losing your job. 'Please, don't sir,' you say. 'I really mean it, I swear. Please don't call the cops.'

'Hot damn, a real honest to god faggot cocksucker here in my parking ramp wanting to suck my dick. Is that right?'

You nod and say, 'Yes sir.'

'And you're afraid of what'll happen to you if I call the police. I see that ring on your finger, so I'm guessing that means you don't want your wife finding out you suck dick, right?'

You nod and look at the ground.

He points the light down at your crotch, where your hard-on is clearly visible in the front of your slacks. 'And it looks like you're an eager cocksucker. Is that right, boy' Are you an eager cocksucker?'

You open your mouth to answer, but the beam of light comes back up into your eyes. 'Don't tell me, faggot. I'm only interested in one thing your mouth can do.'

You glance around at the ramp. There aren't any other cars parked in the area, but anyone could come along any time. The Guard says, 'Hey! The only person you need to worry about right now is the one standing in front of you. Now unless you want your wife finding out you suck dick better than she does, you'd better start concentrating on making mine happy.'

You tug at the wedding ring on your finger. He puts his right hand on your shoulder and pushes you down. 'Now get on your knees.'

Your knees betray you, folding up and putting you on the ground in front of him. Now you can tell he's got a sizable erection of his own pushed up against the walls of its polyester prison. He rests his hands on your shoulders with the flashlight held between them. You hesitate for a moment, looking up at him. He's staring down at you. 'You aren't here to sightsee, bitch,' he says. The cold shaft of the flashlight presses against the back of your neck, pulling you closer. 'Get to work; I don't have all night.'

You reach up to touch his dick and he bops the back of your head with the flashlight. 'I told you to suck, didn't I' Not shake hands with him. Get this through your head right now, boy. You want to suck my dick, fine, but you're going to do what I tell you to do when and how I tell you to.'

He uses the flashlight to pull your face right up against his crotch. You can feel his erection through the pants, pressing against your cheek. It feels hot as it flexes against your cheek. You put your mouth on it through his slacks. 'Don't worry, boy, your slobber ain't gonna hurt them none.'

You can smell him, his sweat from hours at work, a trace of piss and maybe just a whiff of precum. You start to gnaw on the shaft through the pants, working your way toward the head.

'That's the way to do it, boy,' the Guard tells you. 'Show the little officer how much you want to see him face to face.'

You mouth his dick through the pants, the polyester offering a tantalizing tease of the flesh you want crave. When you get to the head, you chew on it a little longer. 'Keep it moving, boy,' he warns you.

Every time you glance up, he's staring down at you. The look in his eyes might have scared you off; it's intense and focused. If not for the wicked little grin on his mouth, you'd think the Guard was about to start swinging and you still aren't sure he won't. Your cock hasn't been this hard since you discovered your first glory hole.

You can feel the concrete through the thin material of your slacks, hear the grit on the floor every time he shifts his feet. You can hear traffic passing on the street and smell exhaust and old piss in the garage, but most of your world is narrowed down to what's in your mouth.

After a few minutes he grabs you by the chin with one hand and pulls you to up. He pulls your face close to his and stares you right in the eyes. You think he's going to kiss you, and you tremble a little. Then he says, 'I should make you do it right here. I should keep you kneeling on the cement and make you suck my dick while you do it. Or maybe I should push you face- first down on the trunk of your car and fuck you here, hard and fast.'

'Sir, I-'

'Turn around!'

He shouts so loud you obey without even thinking about it. When you do, he moves up and grabs your left arm, twisting it up behind your back in one smooth, fast motion until you gasp in pain. Then he loosens his grip just a little but keeps it firmly on your wrist, making it clear he can bring the pain back any time he likes. 'Move!'

He pushes you toward your car. When you hit the rear bumper with your legs he keeps pushing. You push back to keep from falling over the trunk.

Before you know what's happening, your head bounces off the trunk and your left arm is in searing agony. You cry out in pain with your cheek pressed hard against the cold metal of the trunk. Now you can feel his other hand, still holding the flashlight, pushing down on your neck hard. 'Don't you start with that bullshit now, faggot,' he says in a low voice right in your ear. 'You come down here and tell me you want to suck my dick right to my face, you're going to do as you're told, got it?'

'Yes, sir,' you say.

He lets go of your head but keeps your arm twisted. It's making your eyes water. Then you feel a hard slap against your right ass cheek and hear the crack of his hand against your pants. 'I hadn't planned to fuck you,' he goes on. His right hand stays on your ass, caressing, pinching it, running two fingers up and down the crack in a way that makes you shiver. 'But if you think you can resist me, I might do it just to teach you a lesson. Spread your legs.'

He kicks against the insides of your feet and you spread your legs, allowing the Guard to stand between them. He slams his hips against you, and you can feel his erection trying to tear through two layers of pants to get at your tender hole. He doesn't pull away, but keeps his crotch pressed against you, grinding away at it. 'I've got half a mind to rip open these pants so I can fuck you just like this.'

'Please, no sir,' you say. 'I won't resist you anymore.'

'Prove it,' he says. The Guard lets go of you and steps back. 'Get back on your knees, take my dick out and suck it.'

You drop to your knees as you turn around, so your first look at him is from the ground. He's glaring down at you with his hands on his hips. Before he can say anything more, you reach out and touch the wet spot on the front of his pants. His dick is harder than ever and feels hot through the fabric. The zipper is just above, so you slowly open up his fly.

'Go on, get you some boy,' the Guard says. You reach into the dark hole, expecting to feel cotton underneath but instead feeling a tangle of public hair and the silky smooth skin of the shaft of his dick.

It takes some work to pull him out. 'Get the balls out too, boy,' the Guard tells you once you've got his cock out and in your hand. They're harder to fish out through the fly and the whole time you're trying you're distracted by his hard dick bobbing in front of your mouth and sometimes bumping against your face. You think it's about seven inches long and a drop of clear, sticky fluid is welling up at the tip.

You take him in your mouth as soon as his balls are out. His size means you can get most of it in your mouth without choking and you have half of it inside in the first gulp. As you slide down the Guard sighs and says, 'Oh, yeah.' You're about an inch from the bottom before he cuts off your air supply. With your lips pressed firmly against his pubes, you can't breathe at all. Just the way you like it.

You slide back down until just the head is in your mouth and flick your tongue against the underside and tip. He sucks air between his teeth and grabs you by the hair with both hands. 'Easy on the head, boy,' he says. 'It's sensitive.'

You take him back down your throat, sliding down until your face is in his hairs again. You start to hesitate but he pulls on your hair just a little. You get the hint and slide his dick most of the way back out again. You look up at him.

He's staring at you, smiling. 'Don't you stop now, cocksucker,' he tells you. 'I got rounds to do and if I'm out of contact too long, my partner'll start wondering where I am.'

So you start sucking his dick in earnest. You start slow with long, smooth strokes. He keeps his fingers wrapped in your hair but doesn't push or pull you. You keep your eyes closed most of the time just to keep from getting poked in the eye with public hair, but when you do look up at him, he's usually staring down at you. You notice the smile grows every time you see it again. When he isn't staring at you, he's usually got his head thrown back. The entire time you're working at his cock, the Guard encourages you with his sighs, coos and heavy breathing.

Then one of the times you take him all the way down, his hands tighten in your hair when you try to come back up off it. So you stay with his dick lodged all the way down your throat for a moment. But his grip doesn't let up. You've been breathing hard from the exertion and are already a little out of breath. You try to pull off and make a noise, but his grip only tightens even more.

'I know you want air, boy,' he says. 'I want my dick down your throat until you choke on it. Guess which of us gets what he wants?'

You say, 'Mmmph!' around his dick and try to push away again. He lets go with one hand and slaps you, not hard, but enough to leave a red mark.

'What did I tell you about resisting me?' He says. Then he slaps you again, just a little harder. 'You relax and take it and then I'll let you get some air.'

You look up at him and you can see he means it from his eyes and his smile. He might be dangerous, but you're head is in his hands and you couldn't resist him if you wanted to. You relax and submit.

His dick stays in place just an instant longer, and then he pulls it out enough for you to breathe. 'Good boy,' he says and you suck air through your nose. 'Very good boy. You've got a hot mouth on you, cocksucker and I can tell you know what you're doing.'

He pulls his dick all the way out and holds your head just half an inch from being able to get it back in your mouth. You pant and moan your desire to get it back in. 'You've got me most of the way there already, boy,' he tells you. 'I was thinking of taking you somewhere more comfortable, but fuck that. I'm just going to take your mouth right here and fuck a big load into it. You want that boy?'

'Oh, I want your load so bad, sir!'

'Yeah? You just hungry? That wife of yours not feed you right?'

'No, sir,' you reply.

'No' Then why do you want it?'

'I need it sir,' you say.

'What? What is it you need, faggot?'

'I need your cock down my throat and your cum in my mouth!

'Why?'

The look on his face makes the answer he wants to hear plain enough. You shout, 'Because I'm a horny cock-sucking faggot, sir!' You hear the echo bounce back to you a second later.

'Yeah? You like sucking dick that much?'

'Yes, sir!'

'So you get hard when you suck dick, do you?'

'Yes sir.'

'Are you going to get off on eating my cum, boy?'

You nod and say, 'Oh, yes sir!'

He nods and says, 'Good. I like to know my bitches are getting off on what I give 'em. I want to see it.'

'Sir?'

'I want to see you get off on sucking my dick. Do you understand now' Pull out your pud and milk it while I fuck your mouth. I'm going to dump a load down your throat and I want to see you cum with the taste of it on your tongue.'

Your knees hurt and the sound of passing traffic from the crowds going home after bar-close keeps making you think a car is coming up the ramp below. You've been convinced someone was going to come along at any moment the whole time and terrified they would. Most of the guys you've gone down on just wanted to blow a load and either leave or tell you to get out. None of them have ever expressed any interest in you getting off.

'Don't think this means I'm some kinda queer like you,' the Guard says as if he'd been reading your mind. 'I like my bitches to get off, plus you should shut the fuck up and do it because I told you to. You are going to kneel on the floor of my parking ramp and beat your meat because I told you to.'

You moan and say, 'Yes, sir.'

'Now get out your cock, but don't get off until you taste my cum, or else. Now stick out your tongue.'

He keeps his grip on your head with one hand and takes his cock in the other. You stick out your tongue and start scrambling with your pants. He starts to tap the head of his dick against your tongue while he waits, and you can taste the drops of precum drooling out of it. The flavor makes you scramble even harder.

It takes a few seconds to get your fly open and you have to pull your pants and underwear down to mid-thigh in order to free your dick enough to do anything with it. You're dick is harder than it's been since you were a teenager. You're already so close to cumming you don't know how you're going to be able to jerk it off without shooting your load.

He taps your tongue a few more times and says, 'That's a good faggot,' as he slides it back into your mouth. It keeps coming until it's all the way against the back of your throat. Then, with your nose in his pubes again, he steps forward.

There's only a few inches between you and the back of your car, so when he steps forward you're head is driven back until it rests against the vehicle. It puts your back at an awkward angle and almost forces your knees off the ground. 'I'm going to let go of your hair, faggot,' he says, 'but I don't want your mouth going anywhere, understand''

You nodded and make muffled sounds of obedience. He lets go of your hair and puts his hands on either side of your head resting against your car's trunk. Then he cocks his hips and pulls his dick out of your mouth a few inches. He looks down into your eyes and says, 'All right, cocksucker, here we go. You need me to stop or get some air or something, tough luck.'

With that, he slams his dick into your mouth. His balls slap against your chin and you can feel they're already drawn up hard against his body.

He wasn't kidding about fucking your face. He closes his eyes and starts to pound your mouth hard and fast. You grip your own dick with your right hand and squeeze it a little now and then. It's slick with precum and feels ready to explode.

'Oh, that's so good, faggot,' the Guard says. 'So fucking good. Goddam, I wish I had time to treat you the way you need.'

'Mmmph!'

'Come on, faggot, take it all the way down.'

He's starting to pant and the rhythm of his fuck-strokes into your mouth is starting to falter. You know it'll be soon. The taste of his pre-cum is flooding your mouth. You squeeze your own cock hard, and it's suddenly shooting cum like you hadn't gotten off in a week.

'Ah, motherfucker!' the Guard screams, and his cock is buried to the hilt in your mouth. You feel it pulse and shudder and get a taste of his cum. It tastes sweet and salty. He's cumming so much it's starting to ooze out of your mouth. You can smell it as it starts to drip down your face, and you shudder hard and feel another little wave of orgasm pass through your body.

The Guard is swearing and jabbing his dick against the back of your throat in little stabs as his orgasm wracks his body. He pulls out and strokes himself and three more pulses of cum shoot out onto your face. The first hits you above the eyes, the second splashes right under your nose and the third dribbles out and drips down onto your clothes and your own cum-drenched fist and dick.

It doesn't take him more than a few seconds to recover. He steps back and is already tucking himself away. 'All right, fag, get up and get the fuck out of my building.'

You struggle to your feet. Your pants tangle your knees, and trying to keep your cum-soaked hand off your clothes makes it very hard to get them back up. The Guard throws you a bandana he pulls out of his left back pocket. It's dark blue. 'You can use that to clean up.'

You do, and then get up and get your pants back on as fast as you can. You can feel him watching you the whole time. When you're done you say, 'Thank you, sir.'

'Yeah, yeah, just get the fuck out of here before someone else sees you.'

You get back into your car and start looking for your keys. When you find them and start to put them into the ignition, you hear a tap on your window. It's the Guard again.

You roll it down and he says, 'Oh, and don't think I didn't notice you getting off before I did.'

'I-'

'Shut up. Since you did hold off until I was already past the point of no return, I won't punish you this time. I'm going to save that for next time.'

'Next time, sir?'

'You heard me, cum-breath. I expect you to be here at the same time next week.'

'But I...'

He cuts you off. 'You know I have your vehicle make, model and plates recorded already. If you don't show up and make me happy when I want you to, I might just have to find out where you live and come see you there to get what you owe me. Of course I don't know when you're wife might be around, so I'd hate for her to find out why I was coming around and asking about you.'

'I'll be here when you need me, sir,' you say meekly.

The Guard smiles and says, 'Good. Next week, I want you to give me a phone number so I can reach you whenever I want my dick served. Until then, I don't want to see or hear a peep out of you. Now get the hell out of here.'

You start your car. 'Yes, sir,' you say.

He starts to walk away and you put the car into reverse. But before you pull out, something makes you lean out the window and call after him. 'Thank you again. It was great to meet you, Mike.'

He turns back with a slightly quizzical look on his face. 'Mike?'

'Isn't that your name?'

He shakes his head and starts to smile. 'No, I'm John. This is Mike's nights off.'

'But they told me...'

The Guard ' Officer John ' starts to laugh. 'I guess Mike gets up to more than I knew. He must have a few of you cocksuckers coming by if you're just dropping in on him sight unseen. I think I might need to have a bit of a heart-to-heart talk with him tomorrow night.'

Officer John walks away, laughing.