In the Name of the Law
The college nurse was handing a highly suspicious student over to the police. The hottie had tried turning down the advances of her and her colleagues, bespeaking a highly disobedient nature. A potential men's right terrorist for sure!
So after performing an citizen's arrest and doing some preliminary questioning of their own, they were ready to pass him on higher authorities.
"So here's the criminal. Well, well. Aren't we adorable."
"*Laugh* He definitely is. I'm glad you acted as courageously as you did, nurse! True loyalty to the cause, sister!"
"Ah, it was nothing. Our pleasure, really."
"Such matriotism!"
"Absolutely. I fully agree with my partner. Hmmm. *Laugh* He looks sorry now. It's a bit late now, honey! You're in for it now!"
"Aw, poor thing. *giggle* He really is cute, even more in nature."
"Totally yummy," the nurse agreed.
"The girls down at the precinct were all very excited by the pictures you sent. The interrogation room has been prepared and the staff good and ready for his arrival. We will get to the bottom of this and are prepared to work on the case for days if need be."
The naked young man whimpered into his gag, which apparently was a pair of ladies used undies in his mouth sealed with duct tape.
"Don't fuss, you little slut! Surely you knew your shenanigans couldn't go one forever."
"It'll be so much fun to get a confession out of you!"
"But there's no rush . . . all in good time."
The laughing officers then dragged the crying boy into the police car, while students gathered around watching the show. The girls were all grinning and snickering, yelling taunts at him. The boys were rightly quiet and nervous.
Before the boy was shoved in the patrol car, the nurse caught his eye and blew him a kiss. Then, giggling, went back in for next appointment.
"Aww, poor baby, you can't breathe?"
Everyone laughed. Well, except for the boy. He was too preoccupied by the lesson officers Murphy and O'Malley were giving him, the latter with her strong hand clapped in front of his mouth while the former had his nose pinched shut. The lesson here was that not even breathing should be taken for a granted right as a male. Even that was for a woman to take away if she so chose. It probably also said that somewhere in the Law . . .
Probably his very amusing - and very arousing - struggling also partly stemmed from the alligator clips being attached to his nipples, even with the battery still off. Not that Officer Carvey was being particularly gentle about it. But then gentleness bought you nothing when handling a boy.
"What was his charge again?" asked Murphy.
"We got him on general prudishness," said Carvey.
"Oh, my," O'Malley clicked her tongue with a shake of her head. "That's just disgusting. What's worse than an arrogant little slut who thinks he's too good for you?"
"Absolutely revolting," agreed Murphy. "I don't think we can afford to be gentle with this one."
They laughed. No, there had never been any risk of that, since the moment he was brought to the interrogation room. No, since the moment they'd seen his pictures. Such tasty fuck-meat he was, in need for a good tenderizing before- and during - use.
Sergeant Lee stood watching with her brawny arms crossed in front of her, a pleased little smile on her thin lips. "We will have a full confession out of you before we're done, boy. A confession that you are nothing but a dirty little whore, whose cock, ass, and mouth are there for any woman's use who will have them, at any time - for any purpose she desires. After that, a couple of years in an institution will take care of the rest."
Once he got out he would even still have a few years to bring joy to women before he got too old. After that, who gave a fuck. Would probably wind up killing himself, if he was lucky.
"Well, I think we're ready down here," said Officer May. "He's nice and hard for us."
"Alrighty!" said Officer Tully. "Let's just get those cock and balls tied up and we're set. Then we can begin."
And once they began . . . well, it was really difficult to stop. But what's the rush when you're on the clock, right?