Gay Erotic Stories

The earlier part of this story told a tale of police corruption, a Homo erotic empire which many a man would die to part of for a year. It also told of one Officer brought low and made impotent for time . Now comes the revenge. Baker’s men ransacked the farm. The booted cops kicked down the doors and gunned open the security doors on two store rooms. The stun device was found and biked over to the quarry. The farm hands that worker for Alinson the Rancher died of ‘drunk driving’ that night and the disappearance of Alinson and one of his men was a great excuse to enforce a curfew over the counties six towns. Everyone stayed in while the officers patrolled the area ensuring compliance. Zac was now ordered over to the quarry. When he arrived on his patrol bike, other officers were lined up, outside. Gil Baker waited over by the entrance astride his machine. Gil was smoking a cigar and he addressed Zac warmly. “ The vermin are ready for your attention, my boys have the stun device. Do whatever you want. I have made sure no questions will be asked. Enjoy yourself, Zac”. Baker now fired up his own bike and headed out to see one of the Reverends of Waneston. Alibis didn’t get better than the Church. Gil was still careful after all these years. Zac Kendle marched inside the building, a block of cells in the basement contained Alinson and his farm hand. Zac was in charge, all the cops obeyed his orders. Zac Kendle went and looked at the stun gun. It looked more like a mobile phone than a gun. “ Careful with that” said Officer Bruce. “It could microwave all our balls” Kendle now drew his own weapon, he understood perfectly how that worked and he ordered Alinson’s cell to be opened. He went to the entry gate and waved the Rancher out with the gun. As the prisoner who had attacked him walked by, Kendle head butted the Rancher with his black and white patrol helmet. Then he delivered the swiftest of kicks with his shining motorcycle boot. Alinson snarled that they would never get away with it. Bruce laughed “ You mean because you rang the FBI, ha, that was me. We’ve controlled the phone system for years. You are about to become history, scum” Alinson looked devastated, he thought he had terminally damaged their empire but no; phone and post was carefully controlled for problem citizens. Zac was now to use more control. He activated the stun gun and the Rancher crashed to the ground. He screamed in pain then blacked out. The same treatment was given to Evans the farm hand. “Bring them outside, put the Rancher on my horse and someone bring him” said Kendle pointing at Evans. The Rancher was out cold but was secured by his boots to Zac’s bike and handcuffed to the Officers belt buckle. Alinson’s hands were cuffed tight around the Officer to ensured safety and a thrill for Officer Kendle. The ten strong gang mounted up and roared away to the spot where Zac had seen the burning car and had been attacked. The patrolbikes now obeyed their leather clad officers, each man pressing himself hard against the awesome machines that were such symbols of police power in the area. Once at the site, the two captured men were made to give each other a blow job, Alinson was immediately sick and the cops fell about laughing. Then the two men where stripped and lashed to the back of two patrol bikes. The machines were ridden up and down for a couple of minutes before the officers took turns to drop their pants and gun belts and ride the butts of these two doomed men. Each officer pumped himself into the two prisoners, each cop getting more violent toward them. Zac took his turn, he kicked both of them repeatedly before mounting up. His sexual power was now back in his command and as obedient as the bike he rode. Alinson took a particular kicking and when the officers had finished Zac took up the stun devise once more. The men lay half dead lashed to the bikes, Zac was about to use the weapon on them when Bruce shouted. “ Zac, no, you’ll fuck up the radios, might ever blow the bike’s electric’s” “You’re right” said Zac “Dump them over here”. The men were dragged away from the precious vehicles, no man wanted to loose his horse after all. Zac then fired the gun into the genitals of the two bastards who had attacked him. The fella’s moaned in pain. They were weak with the abuse they had received and unable to react. Zac had never dealt in torture but it was suddenly a real turn on - for him and his officers. Zac ordered his colleagues to chain the two Guys to the back of his patrol bike. Kendle leapt aboard and fired his engine. Bruce jumped aboard with him, and entwined his arms around Zac’s jacket. He fondled the Officer’s crotch. The others all cheered. Zac kicked the machine into gear and roared off. The human trailer and the Officer riding pillion didn’t tax the machine one bit. Zac and Bruce were instantly riding with more than a motorbike between their legs. Each of their steel like rods forcing a bulge in their leather uniforms before filling the linings with the hot cream of their sexuality. It rained that night, it fell to two loyal slaves to clear up the mess. Zac and Bruce had quite a thing for torture for several months. With all their power it was so easy, leather uniforms, guns and bikes provided total domination of victims. Not everyone died, not everyone was mistreated but no one ever messed with the patrolmen and no one ever spoke of what happened to them. Baker had all his men kitted out with the stun devices - theses were modified to work only with the cops gloves. This was to protect the officers in a fight. Thus the empire was assured. If you were part of it you could have the time of your life but pity those who found themselves under its total control. There again you might enjoy it!