Sure are. But... it Was a Trick?!

Even the drive felt like it warped space-time. My head still abuzz with the kind of embarrassment I’d never felt before.

To my horror, I was called immediately into a court hearing, without anything more to wear than my birthday suit, not after I lost my one remaining shoe on the courthouse steps, and the cop detaining me undid my restraints. It beat wearing the handcuffs, but it was almost worse to be in such an official-looking setting with only my hands to shield my privates from all the sexy women and men in suits stalking the halls.

Despite everything, Officer Bradley just kept shoving me onward, handcuffs or not, into a court that was already in session. There’s no way the U.S. legal system worked as fast as whatever I was experiencing, because I was ushered nude to the stand before I could get my bearings. Hell, even before I’d had a chance to get some words in edgewise in my defense, it seemed like the judge woman ‘Madelyn’, had decided upon my guilt *and* punishment.

“We have video evidence of you interacting with that kangaroo— a critically endangered species if you consider only its population in America— and see no more reason than that to let forfeiture of your worldly possessions be your punishment.”

“But that wasn’t even a real kangaroo! It was a girl in a costum—”

“—order! I demand order in my court!” The adjudicator shouted as she slammed her gavel down; the **** of the motion tousling her curly red locks.

“But I’m just trying to defend myself!” I pleaded, with only one hand clamped over my crotch to keep the staring eyes at this empty hearing off my dangly parts. ”Don’t you want evidence, or at *least* my side of the story!?”

“No.” She stated quite plainly.

“W-wait, you’re telling me this is a kangaroo court!?”

“But of course, Mr.Naked-Boy.” Came her response as she climbed off of her podium, eyeing the hands covering my cock like a wolf stalking her prey. “You see, any kangaroo-related crimes ought to go through a kangaroo court! Hahahaha!”

I blushed down to my chest, being laughed at by an official without a stitch on my body. I also thought of backing further away as judge Madelyn, that idea quickly dashed by the imposing frame of officer Bradley already being a mere inch behind my bare behind. But the Judge kept approaching, sending a chill up my spine until...

“*Mwah*!” She said as she kissed me hard on my open lips, getting her tongue to dart briefly inside my mouth before pulling back to laugh at me harder. “Hahaha! Oh my God, you really bought that whole shtick, huh?”

“Shtick!?” I shouted, still tasting her saliva on my mouth as I realized I’d been totally duped, “Y-you’re not really a j-judge?”

“Yeah, no duh we’re not real officials, we’re just keeping you here long enough to steal your shit.” The woman said, her lips curling up in a perfect combination of malice and glee, as she placed her hand on my naked chest; tweaking my nipple softly while she was in the area.

In the middle of my moans, ‘officer’ Bradley crushed up behind me chest-first, pressing his shockingly large pecs into my bared shoulder, and pushing me into the faux ‘judge’ while she made bedroom eyes at me.

A wave of fear shot straight through me when they spoke in unison, evil smiles staining their voice with ill intent, “We’ve got some time to kill... and a cute boytoy here to play with~.”

I immediately tried to wrestle out of their grasp, but Bradley had already gripped my cock in his meaty hand, pumping my shaft back to tumescence as I struggled like a trapped badger. His lips met the bare skin of my neck while I tried to thrash free, and despite my humiliation, another loud whine of pleasure escaped my throat while the judge licked all over my blushing chest.