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Officer Colson Part 02
🕑 Added 2019-01-31 02:39:02 +0000 UTC“I’m so glad you’ve been doing so well over the last few weeks. I must admit I was a bit worried about you, but it looks like you’re doing a lot better,” Lieutenant McMahon complemented Officer Colson.
“Thank you sir,” Colson smiled. He knew he’d be getting taken off of speeding duty if he stayed on good behavior. And the number of compliments that had been sent into the police station for his behavior was only helping his cause.
“And it looks like you’re putting all that energy into something more productive too,” he laughed, giving a playful punch to Colson’s chest. “I might have to buy you a new uniform if you keep this up.”
The complement made Colson feel so good. It was getting harder to button the top button of his uniform again. And after each of his stops he’d have to redo it. Even though the blue uniform was tight against his frame, he didn’t mind it all that much. It just made his muscle pop more. He could walk into a room and eyes would be drawn to his massive size. “Thanks,” he accepted the second complement. “Just have to find something to do while I sit in the car all day.”
“Well whatever it is; it’s definitely working,” the lieutenant joked. “You’ll have to let me in on your little secret. The missus doesn’t like this all that much…” he ran his hands down his pronounced belly. It stuck far out in front of him making a giant ball. “Says I eat too much. But she’s the one feedin me so she should take it as a complement. But boy, you need to come over sometime. My wife makes a mean meal. Sure someone your size would appreciate it. Save you a bit of money too.”
“Yeah? Give me a time and date and I’ll be there,” Colson smiled. He was getting hungry just thinking about it. Living in such a small town, nearly everyone knew about the Lieutenant’s wife’s cooking. She always made the best pies during the county fairs. People all over the state would come by to try them.
“Sure thing. I’ll just have to check with the boss first,” he joked again. “She’ll be more than happy to have you over sometime. Especially if you bring a special friend.” McMahon raised an eyebrow implying more than he should.
“Maybe,” Colson replied. At the moment he wasn’t really looking to date anyone. He felt like he already knew everyone in town and wasn’t interested in any of the bachelorettes. “Maybe…”
“Don’t sweat it boy,” McMahon smiled. “It’s a small town. Maybe there’s that online stuff you can try.”
Before Colson could answer they were interrupted by one of the other officers. “Sir, we have a situation. Peterson’s goats, sheep, hogs and horses are running wild in town again. We need help wranglin them up.”
“Damn it,” McMahon swore. “Never can have a dull night…” The lieutenant grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Colson started to follow. “No. You need to wait here.” He pointed his thick finger at Colson.
“But…”
“No. I need someone to watch the station until we get back.”
“What about Donny?”
“That’s an order,” McMahon didn’t even acknowledge the question. He grabbed his coat and the other two officers left the station.
“Damn it,” Colson clenched his fist, hitting the desk. “Still doesn’t fucking trust me. I can’t believe this shit.” He bit his lip trying to contain his anger but it just seemed to be overflowing. A headache was quickly growing. He could feel the fuzziness taking over his faculties as he leaned against his chair. His fist clenched even harder as he pressed it into the desk.
“That damn Peterson can’t take care of his animals can he?” a drunken voice mocked. “So much responsibility, so little care.” Colson turned to see Harry locked up in the cell again; public drunkenness. “If I had as much as he did I could take care of it.” For the moment, his headache started to subside.
Colson couldn’t understand what he meant through his slurred speech. It was a little funny. He moved closer to the cell. If he was going to be locked up in here tonight then he might as well have someone to talk to. “You can’t even handle yourself. How could you handle a pack of animals?”
The middle aged drunkard just laughed. “Cause I can keep a secret!” His laugh slowed down again as he leaned his head against the wall behind him. Despite his hefty weight he always seemed to know how to get himself overly intoxicated. Often making a scene at the local bar or on his way home. His license had long been revoked but he still managed to make his way around town. Usually by police car.
Colson just rolled his eyes at the thought. However he was drawn even closer. If he was going to be stuck here all night; he might as well make it interesting. “All someone would have to do is offer you some beer and you’d tell them everything you know.”
“Would not!” Harry rebutted. A strong pungent burp followed quickly after.
“Oh?” Colson mocked. “You know I was thinkin about getting some whiskey. If you tell me a secret, maybe I’ll get you a glass…”
“Sacrifices!” Harry shouted. Colson covered his ears at the shrill sound. Harry rushed the bars but tripped into them.
“What are you talking about?” Colson laughed. However his headache was getting stronger. “Jeez. I didn’t expect you to shout like that…” He ran his hands over his temple trying to ease it down but the ringing in his ears just seemed to get stronger.
“Huh?” Harry looked over himself a little confused again. The pain took him a little bit out of his drunken stupor. “Probably good they left you here. You don’t look so good, buddy?” Harry leaned more of his body weight against the bars. “You feelin alright?”
“Course I am,” Colson snapped back. He keeled over for a second then stood back up but gripped the bars to hold him up. His big hand tightened around the bar, nearly bending it. “I’m doing great. I could easily go out there and do real fuckin cases. I’m not weak!” A growl escaped his mouth as he shouted the last bit. He keeled over again, gripping his stomach.
“I didn’t say nuthin like that,” Harry said back. All of his weight leaned against the old metal bars of the cell. “Just lookin out for you bud.” He took a deep breath and there seemed to be a smell in the air. A deep musky scent filled his nostrils. Blood started flowing to his dick, pumping it up. He sniffed again and it hardened even more. In his drunken state he naturally started to rub it a little more. “Buddy… What’s that smell?” he sniffed even harder, allured by the scent.
Colson didn’t even pay any mind to the question. He was still angry about having to stay behind. He was a good officer. Even if he was only in his mid-twenties, he did a good job. He’d spent so much time in the gym trying to work it out of his system. Prove he wasn’t weak. Prove he could handle himself. But he was still angry. He clenched the bars feeling strength build in his hand. His sweaty musky smell filled the jail cell even more. Harry was actively trying to get closer to Colson. The smell was so addicting. Even just standing next to Colson, Harry felt like he was missing out on something. He had to get closer. Harry lowered himself onto his knees right in front of Colson’s cock.
The bulge had become obscene. Far larger than any normal cock, as it pressed hard against the black pants making a large defined outline. Harry fumbled with the belt. It came undone and Colson’s dick flung out into his face. He opened his mouth trying his best to fit it inside him. Harry wasn’t used to this and in his drunken state it was even harder to be proficient, but he got it inside his mouth and slowly started work his shaft through the bars.
Colson gripped the bars even tighter. His strength growing with every lick Harry gave him. He could feel his muscles pushing at the uniform that was already a little tight on him. He grunted and groaned feeling the power building up inside his body again. It was freeing. He felt so strong. So powerful. “Enough,” he commanded. Instantly Harry stopped and looked up at the even larger man with baited breath. “Stand,” Colson ordered. Instantly Harry stood up looking over the massive hairy man in front of him. Colson quickly turned the other man around and forced his pants to the ground. “I hope you made it nice and slick. That’s all the lube yer gonna get.”
Harry felt the large dick press up against his tight asshole. He’d only done this a few times in his life when he was in desperate need for money but Colson was far larger than any man he’d ever experienced before. He could feel the tip press hard against his hole trying to worm its way in. Grunts and groans escaped his mouth as he felt it enter him little by little. However Colson held him tightly. Even though the police officer could only fit his hands and some of his forearms through the bars, he held Harry tightly.
Every move was controlled as Colson pulled Harry deeper onto his dick. He could feel the hole widening even more for him. “More. More. More.” Harry begged. His drunkenness was being replaced by lust. He couldn’t control himself as he felt more of his body being impaled. However he also didn’t notice the worn out clothes and ragged jeans start to change either. The blue of the jeans turned to a black color while his large hoodie tightened around his frame. Buttons went down the middle of the dress shirt and a jacket was found on the bench in his cell.
He begged for more. Not a hint of alcohol was in his system anymore. This was intentional. His fat flabby body quickly toned into something that looked intentionally bulky. The button down shirt held onto every curve on his body giving him a much stronger looking physique. His shoulders broadened and voice deepened. Each grunt was another that sent him closer to going over. And then he felt Colson go stiff. His dick throbbed and exploded deep in Harry’s ass. He just kept thrusting into Harry.
Harry felt himself go limp in desire as his own dick burst at the sudden pleasure. The dick inside him softened and he eventually pulled it out. “Woah,” Harry grinned as he set his hefty body down on the toilet. He looked over at Colson not noticing that the officer was slowly shrinking to a more manageable size. He still felt his dick go hard again at the mere presence of the police officer. “Maybe next time I won’t have to do something illegal to get your attention,” he swooned.
“Don’t bother,” Colson grinded his teeth. He felt the headache he’d been feeling start to go away. Harry had purposefully gotten himself arrested again to have sex with a police officer. His favorite was obviously Colson, as he was also the most willing. However most of the station knew that nearly everyone had ridden that ass at least once. The wealthy business man enjoyed playing with them. He loved feeling locked up and losing control as an officer takes advantage of him.
“Maybe… Or maybe you could just come by sometime and I won’t have to be naughty,” Harry smiled coyly.
Colson just shook his head, then pulled up his pants. “Maybe. Or maybe we’ll start chargin you.” He laughed at the pun then buckled his belt. Even though his clothes were still rather tight he didn’t seem to mind it as much.
“I see you’re having fun…” a higher pitched voice behind Colson startled the police officer. He turned around quickly seeing someone he didn’t recognize. “But to be fair, I think I would have had a lot of fun too. I really didn’t think you’d give in so quickly… But here we are.” It was someone who looked just barely out of high school. His small thin body sat on one of the office desks and he kicked his feet against the hard wood.
Colson paused. His mouth hung open as he realized who was sitting there, judging him. “You…” he muttered.
“Yep. Me. I suppose a thank you is in order. But I won’t say I’m a bit jealous. You were already really handsome. And now…” he smirked as he looked up and down the police officer. “Well it certainly didn’t make you any less attractive…” he bit his bottom lip as said it. “Name’s Andrew. And I think we need to talk.”
