Berries and Cherries

DJ’s eyes widened at the red and blue lights flashing off of the walls as the police cruiser slowly made its way towards him. Hurriedly pulling his skirt down over his now sodden thong, DJ did his best to cover up. Not that his miniscule mini skirt and tiny tube top did much to cover up his voluptuous body. Wiggling his hips to make sure the skirt was in place, DJ could feel the void in his ass where the driver’s cock had been. The empty feeling brought a sense of need to him.

Stumbling to the side of the alley, DJ hoped that the cop car would pull past and go after the driver, of course our hero’s luck would never allow that. Stopping just in front of DJ, the cop car opened up and a tall, dark, and handsome cop emerged.

“Excuse me miss, I’m going to need to see your ID.” The attractive officer stepped forward as he spoke. DJ’s hands slapped down across his body as any man would as he searched for a wallet in pockets that he did not have. Patting the front of the tight skirt, DJ could hear a squelching sound as his cum filled panties let more of his seed slip down his leg as he stood there.

“Maybe try your purse ma’am?” The cop’s no nonsense demeanor made it obvious that he thought he knew what DJ had been up to. DJ shook his head to try and clear the post fuck haze that clouded his mind as he remembered exactly how bad of a position he was in. Unzipping the tiny purse, he searched through it, coming across his ID and a single credit card, he noticed a few other things inside. The requisite compact, lip stain, and long string of condoms made sense. The object that stood out was the bright metallic anal plug he found.

Wincing at the sight of the plug, DJ handed his ID over to the cop. The cop’s eyes widened as he read through the ID. As he watched the cop look back and forth between his ID and him, DJ realized the issue. The male ID and picture looked nothing like the well fucked slut that stood in front of the officer. “Um, Sir, I can explain.”

“Is that so? Well, let’s hear it.” Turning away from DJ, the cop moved back to his cruiser and sat in the driver seat. Typing information into the computer, he paused and looked out towards DJ when no explanation had been forthcoming. “Come on, you said you could explain why I found you here bent over some guy’s hood with his dick shoved up inside of you in public. I can’t wait to hear this.”

DJ had in fact frozen as he tried to find some way to explain his actions. His mind ran through all the usual suspects when attempting to explain away insane behavior. Drunk? Not off of booze, maybe drunk off the cock he had just had shoved up inside of him. Lost a bet? And what, let the guy fuck him? Had some extra dimensional entity take over his life and all it did was give him big fake tits and a need to get fucked in the ass? Everything he thought of came out worse than if he said nothing at all.

Realizing that DJ wasn’t going to explain himself, the officer went back to running the ID through the system. Seeing that the ID was real and that it came back with no issues, the cop stepped back out of the car and approached DJ. “Alright, so you say this is you? I’m gonna need you to prove it. There is no way the kid I just saw is the same as the hooker I’m looking at.”

It was odd, being called a hooker upset DJ, but not for the reason that it should have. Instead, it upset him because he hadn’t been paid. He was a slut, not a hooker. As that thought crystalized in his mind, DJ’s frustration with PK boiled over and he screamed into his mind. *Fuck you PK!*

The response was swift. ‘Nah, but how about you get fucked?’ The voice held no malice as it responded. ‘Not by this cop though, that would be too easy. But, here is your new rule. You need to get at least one more cock before I’ll even let you meet with Jason. All of them go up that pretty peach of yours. I don’t really care who they are, but they can’t be this guy.’

Groaning internally, DJ bit his lip to keep from shouting out. To the officer, it looked almost like the young woman in front of him was trying to figure out a way to lie. “Alright Miss, I’m gonna need you to come over here.” Reaching out the cop wrapped his large meaty hand around DJ’s upper arm and dragged him towards the hood of the cop car. “Hands on the hood.

Stumbling to the car in the tall heels, DJ’s manicured hands slapped onto the hood of the car as he fell against it. Again, the clink of his cage against the metal sounded out. Trying to figure out how he managed to be bent over the hood of a car with his ass hanging out for the second time in less than ten minutes, DJ looked back over his shoulder at the cop.

“I’m going to need to search you for **** Miss.” Reaching over, the officer snaked DJ’s small purse away from him and dumped the contents onto the hood of the car. The loud THUNK of the solid metal plug falling onto the car drew both of their attention. Living up the plug, the cop inspected it. “Interesting.” Setting the plug back down he searched through the rest of the items and found nothing else of interest.

“Alright Miss, I’m going to pat you down now. Are you hiding anything that could poke me or stick me?” Reaching into his belt, the tall officer pulled out a pair of latex gloves and began to slip them on.

“Nah, my little dick is all locked up Sir.” DJ’s eyes shot open as he heard what PK **** him to say. “I mean, no Sir.” Closing his eyes in shame, DJ could feel the heat rising up across his entire body as he blushed the deepest red he could, almost as if trying to match his skin tone to the slutty outfit that barely covered him.

“Normally we would have a female officer check you, but since you swear you are male, I don’t think we need to bother anyone else, do you?” The cop’s voice had taken on a more playful tone as he stared down at the plump ass in front of him. With the latex gloves covering his hands, the officer started running his hands over DJ’s arms. The latex gloves slide across his smooth skin swiftly, leaving a trail of feelings in their wake.

Slipping up both arms, the palms came down DJ’s back before slipping around and cupping the large breasts with their prominent nipples. “Nothing that would poke me? What do you call these then?” Tweaking both of the nipples at the same time sent a pair of twin lightning strikes through DJ’s nerves as the pleasure center of his brain lit up under the dual ****. The officer spent more time than was necessary as he groped all over DJ’s breasts.

Unable to stop himself DJ moaned out as the cop assaulted him. Feeling the officer leaning over him, the weight of the cop’s groin pressing against his still sensitive ass was driving the man wild. DJ could feel himself starting to leak into his cage again, adding even more fluid to his already soaked thong.

Leaving the DJ’s breasts alone, the officer pulled his hands off of DJ and kneeled down behind him. Wrapping his hands around the soft denuded right leg, he began to stroke and massage the perfectly formed stem. “I’m still not sure you are a man there Miss. Most men don’t moan from having their tits played with.” His hands slipped up, the hand on the inside of DJ’s leg slipping up to brush up against the soaked panties and the cage. “What’s this? You hiding contraband?”

Cupping DJ’s balls and cage in one hand, the officer’s other hand slipped back to explore the round globes of the boy’s ass. “I asked you a question sissy.” The officer’s voice was low and threatening as he leaned over DJ and spoke into his ear. “You need to start answering before I take you into jail looking like you do now.”

“It’s my cage sir. I use it to hide my cock.” DJ’s humiliation at having to answer the officer raged through him even as desire continued to build up inside of him.

Shaking his head at the sissy in front of him, the officer pulled his hand out and looked down at the soaked latex covering his hand. Holding the damp fingers in front of DJ’s face, the cop spoke up again. “Well, I’ll be, you really do have a dick. I’m not sure I’d call you a man or anything like that.” Laughing, he smeared two of his finger’s against DJ’s plump lips. “Open.”

Unable to resist the command, DJ’s lips parted as the officer pushed his cum covered fingers between the open lips. The officer’s other hand was busy moving between DJ’s cheeks to tease his still pulsing opening. “Well Miss, I just have one more place I need to check for ****.”

DJ’s mind froze as he realized what the officer meant.