Message-ID: <4387eli$9709261256@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: num1okie@aol.com (Num1Okie) Subject: New Story: Shakedown ( M/M, Cops, humil, NC ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970925223000.SAA09763@ladder01.news.aol.com> ------------------------------ "Welcome to the disclaimer..." - Offspring This is an adult story containing violence, and noncensentual sex between adults. If this you are under age to read such material or this type of story offends you then don't subscribe to this newsgroup, unless you like weeding through spam as a past-time. All characters in the story are ficticious. Any similarity to real persons is a coincidence, yada yada yada. ---------------------------- Shakedown ( M/M, Cops, humil, NC ) by Num1Okie It was had been six months since the ruthless shakedown at the Monrows prison in Georgia. The commissioner had a new "get tough" policy and had used extreme brutality to get political gain for the governor. For the shakedown, the commissioner had assembled a crack squad of law enforcement officers whose only purpose was to trash the inmates dormitories and rough the prisoners up under his malevolent watch. When the media got wind of the infamous shakedown and tried to make the commissioner and the prison look bad, the opposite happened. He had won the support of the people of the hard-nosed state. So ofcourse, he planned a second shakedown. This time, the inmates were ready. Fortunately for the commissioner, he was not overseeing the operation first hand. The same squad of 20 officers geared up in black battle dress uniforms, or BDU's, and helmets. Armed with batons, pepper spray, and tasers and a few with semi-automatic weapons, they formed up outside the front gate of dormitory at dawn. The squad leader, Lieutenant Wilson, gave the officers a pep talk to get them riled up, then gave the gate guard the motion to open the doors. The dormitory where the guards were going to begin the shakedown contained 92 inmates. The cells were on one level which formed a frame around a quad area which was about 100 feet long and 50 feet wide. The inmates were all pretending to be asleep in their bunks when all the lights in the quad area were flipped on and the automatic cell doors slid open with a loud resonating clang. The squad officers quickly began to spread out to take positions around the parameter of the quad while Lt Wilson yelled for all the prisoners to immediately get out of their cells and spreadeagle themselves against the bars. The inmates quickly complied with their instructions. When all the convicts were in place wearing only their underwear, the lieutenant motioned for five of the officers to begin the shakedown. Two of them immediately began to tear apart the first cell, flipping the bunks over and dumping the inmates' personal belongings onto the floor. The other three grabbed the first couple inmates and threw him face down onto the floor. They ordered the inmates to crawl to the center of the quad. When they tried to get up to their hands and knees to crawl. The officers kicked them back down and yelled at them to crawl like the snakes they were. As the convicts struggled to wriggle to the center of the quad, the officers kept encouraging them to move faster by kicking them and using the tasers on their jockey-clad asses. Occasionally a kick would catch them in the balls too. When the first two finally made it to the center, Lt Wilson motioned for the guards to get the next two. As soon as the next two inmates were thrown to the floor, one of the convicts about 5 cells down known in the dorm as Rock, abruptly screamed, "NOW!". About 30 seconds later, the inmates had completely subdued all twenty squad members and the lieutenant the officer's had been caught totally by surprise and weren't able to even get one shot off. The convicts, holding the officers' weapons, put all the policemen facedown in the center of the quad with their hands on the backs of their heads. The guards at the front of the dorm saw what happened on the security cameras and immediately sounded the alarm and fled the building. Within minutes, the SWAT teams swarmed down upon the building surrounding it. Media crews were not far behind. The convicts meanwhile took turns going to their cells to put on their clothes while the others guarded the police officers. Rock was by far the most feared convict in the dorm, but also the most respected. He was six-foot three and weighed in at 230 pounds, mostly muscle but by no means "ripped". He had kept his hair in a close-cropped flat-top which made him look like a marine drill sergeant. He had quickly become the leader of these inmates after getting to Monrows partly because of his intimidating image, but also because of his natural charm with people. Had he not been a convicted murderer, he could have made one hell of a politician. After he and his fellow inmates had control over the situation. Rock started calling out for the lieutenant's superiors on Wilson's walkie-talkie. Eventually the commissioner came on. "Okay, this is the commissioner, let the officer's go now without harm and we can pretend that this never happened." "We have just a couple demands and then this whole mess will be over," Rock replied. "Tell us what you want and we'll see what we can come up with." "We want to speak to the press. Allow one newscaster to come in and we'll immediately let 10 of these officers go. After we have said had a chance to talk to the camera, we'll let the rest go. We have several guns and if you try to rush this building, every one of this officers will be shot before you can get in here. Our demands are not too great so every one of them should come out of this alive. It's up to you." After about 5 minutes, the commissioner came back on "Okay, we will send in one news cameraman in exchange for 10 of the officers. Have them ready by the gate. We will be ready for the exchange in 20 minutes." Rock had the inmates sit-up the lieutenant and one of the officers who had kicked the prisoners earlier. His name was Sergeant Erickson. Rock then ordered the inmates to take one of the other assaulting officers, Sgt Young, and stand him up. Sgt Young was a lean redhead. He was a third generation cop, and liked being able to abuse his authority on the job. Looking to Wilson and Erickson, Rock said "Do whatever you're told when I tell you and this will not happen to you." Two inmates held up Sgt Young firmly by the arms as Rock held up one of the tasers menacingly in front of his face. He then brought it down and zapped Sgt Young right in the crotch. Young screamed and tried to wiggle loose as the sharp pain shot through his groin but the inmates held him fast. After the pain subsided and Young started to breath a little easier Rock zapped him again with the same results. The other prisoners were applauding and cheering Rock on. Sgt Young was now starting to cry. "Please God, stop! I can't take anymore!" he begged as he felt his dick and balls on fire. "Okay, I think exhibit A has had enough," smirked Rock. "Now for exhibit B." The inmates dropped Sgt Young in a heap on the floor. He immediately went fetal desparately clutching his electrocuted genitals and coughing as though he wanted to throw up. The inmates immediately picked up the third officer who was participating in the earlier hazing, Sgt Biggs. Sgt Biggs was a handsome strapping italian, very buff and brawny. He grew up in New York City and was quite a lady's man. He too, got his kicks by abusing the inmates and was terrified now that the tables were turned. It took a couple more inmates to help hold this officer's arms as he tried to wiggle loose after seeing his partner tortured with the taser. Rock undid the sergeant's belt and then unbuttoned the fly of his BDU's letting baggy fatigue trouser's fall down around his black leather boots and exposing his jock. At a nod from Rock, two of the inmates let loose of his arms and squatted down to secure his ankles instead. The other two bent Sgt Biggs over forcing his curly-haired ass into the air framed by the straps of his police-issue jock. While the other inmates cheered on, Rock took the pepper spray and used it sparingly on Sgt Biggs exposed sphincter. As he felt his asshole on fire he tried to buck loose from the inmates grasp, but his efforts were useless. They then stood Biggs back upright and Rock pulled his jock pouch out a few inches and squirted the pepper spray into it before letting it snap back with a loud pop. At first Sgt Biggs was stunned by the jock snapping back on his nuts, then he felt the heat of pepper spray burning his dick and balls. He was in excruciating pain and screamed while thrashing his head about. Rock had the inmates take him to a cell and tie him down and gag him since he obviously wasn't going to settle down. Rock looked at the clock and saw that he had a minute to get the officers ready for the exchange. He had some of the inmates grab 10 of them and line them up heel-to-toe with their hands on their heads in front of the door. Right on schedule the doors slammed open and the guards were hurriedly rushed out. A lone cameraman for the local news came in after they filed out and the doors slammed shut again. "Okay it's showtime," explained Rock turning to the camerman. "Is that thing rolling? Good. What I wanted to say to the public is that we are tired of being tortured because we're convicts. We were brought to court and given a sentencing, but that sentencing didn't include being beaten, tortured, and humiliated for the amusement of the law enforcement officers. We just want to do our time, paying our debt to society. Today we have a chance to make a statement while giving these pigs a little payback. This morning they came busting into our cells and began kicking inmates and using tasers on them like they did six months ago. We're here to say that we as humans do not have to tolerate that type of treatment." With that he motioned for Sgt Erickson to stand up and get in front of the camera. Meanwhile folks all over the country who watched their morning talkshows interrupted now had an image on their screens of a police officer with nearly a hundred convicts standing behind him. "Now Sergeant," Rock continued. "You know what will happen to you if you don't do exactly what I say. Only you will get worse than what you saw." The sergeant nodded. "Okay then, remove your uniform." "What? You're crazy! I'm not going to take off my uniform in front of the camera!" "I said strip Sergeant! Or you'll regret it!" Rock exclaimed from off camera, raising up the taser for effect. Rock snapped his fingers in the direction of one of the other inmates and he went over to where the cameraman was standing to make sure that all of the police officer stayed in the viewfinder. The sergeant resigned himself to his fate and slowly started unbuttoning his BDU shirt. By the time he had it off he was sweating profusely. He used one of his very hairy forearms to wipe off the persperation forming on his forehead. His black mustache and goatee were already soaked. His black t-shirt also was wet from sweating on his chest and underarms. He dropped the BDU shirt by his feet. He then grabbed the t-shirt near where it was tucked into his trousers and pulled it up over his head. His now exposed well-developed chest was covered in dark curly hair that ran from his neckline, widened across his shoulders, then thickened as it made a dark line from between his pecks down over his slightly paunched stomach and disappeared into the waist of his trousers. After he dropped the t-shirt on top of the other shirt, he bent down and unlaced his black combat boots. He kicked both of them off and then pulled off his socks. Without looking up to the camera, he took a deep breath and undid his belt and fly. He then pushed the trousers down his legs which were covered in the same curly hair as his torso and arms. He pulled the trousers off then stood back up again standing only wearing his jock on national television. He could feel his whole body blush. He shyly folded his hands in front of the bulging jock pouch and kept his head looking at the floor. Television networks had already done good jobs of digitally scrambling the portion of the TV screens just below his waist. The local TV network thought they had too, but unknowingly had failed. In their studio monitors, it was scrambled, but everyone else in Monrows City had a clear view of the nearly naked cop on their screens. And, as expected of the tabloid loving society, no one was daring to turn it off. Many were taping it on their VCRs. Rock smirked and then said to Sgt Erickson, "Don't be shy Sergeant. Take off everything." Sgt Erickson was nearly in tears as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the jockstrap and slid it down his legs. He then quickly cupped his hands to cover his privates. "Now look up at the camera for the folks out there, after all, they're all looking at you. Show some respect." Sgt Erickson slowly looked up and into the lense. "That's better. Now put your hands behind your head." The sergeant was visibly shaking as he removed his hands from his groin and placed them behind his head exposing his dick and balls to the camera. The dark mass of pubic hair was visibly as soaked as the rest of him from his uncontrolled sweating. He was totally humiliated and had never felt more naked in his life. And now the worst thing that could happen was going to happen. His dick was starting to get hard from being exposed to the air. The more he willed it to stop, the bigger it got until it was sticking out 8 inches in front of him. "It looks like the sergeant has a little problem there. Now what can we do about that? I've got it," said Rock. He snapped his fingers in the direction of Lt Wilson and two inmates pulled him to his feet and pushed him down to his knees to the left of Erickson. Then they turned Erickson to where his dick was pointing right at his superior officer's face. "I think you can figure out what to do Lieutenant." "There's no way. I'm a married man. Please don't make me do this," he begged. He was staring down Sgt Erickson's dick which seemed huge from this close. He could smell the musky scent of the sergeant's groin also. "Oh, you'd rather have me hit you with the taser? Maybe the first example has already slipped your memory." With that he motioned for another officer to be stood up. He proceeded to zap the cop in the nuts like he had Sgt Young earlier. The inmates then dropped him in a heap, leaving him to clutch his damaged privates. Without a word, Wilson gulped and opened his mouth and put it over the head of his sergeant's dick. It was rubbery and had a salty taste. He slowly started to give Erickson a blow job as best he could. His wife had done it to him a thousand times, so he knew what to do. Erickson on the other hand was hating himself for enjoying the way the lieutenant's mouth felt on his dick. He had just yesterday gotten out of the 12-week police academy, where he never had opportunity to beat off much less get pussy. And here his own dick was defying him in front of national television. A man was sucking his dick and it felt great. In no time at all he felt that familiar tingling in his nuts. He grunted, and then shot his first wad into his superior's throat. As soon as Lt Wilson realized that Sgt Erickson was coming in his mouth he pulled back the next couple shots hit him in the face. Sgt Erickson's orgasm finally subsided and he stood there panting with his slick reddened dick bobbing up and down in front of millions of people. "Not bad Lieutenant. You look like a pro. You'd be pretty popular if you lived in here with us." Now I want you to strip down like your boy here. The lieutenant reluctantly complied and was as naked as the sergeant in a couple of minutes. He also covered his privates as the sergeant had done earlier as a desparate attempt to preserve his shattered dignity. He had brown hair and was not as muscular as the sergeant. He had hair on his chest but only sparingly between his pecks and from his navel downward. He was also very fair skinned, as if he had never been out in the sun. Because of this it was very noticable how bad he was blushing, being naked on television and having sucked this sergeant's dick in front of all these inmates. "Now I want you to turn around Lieutenant, and bend over. The sergeant's dick is still hard and I can only think of one way to get it to go down." The lieutenant got a lump in his throat and did as he was told, but the sergeant started to protest. Rock quickly interrupted him. "Either you fuck him right now or I think I can pursuade him to fuck you." The sergeant nodded and grabbed the lieutenant by the hips. He pressed the head of his dripping dickhead between the officer's hairy asscheeks and pushed himself into the tight hole. The lieutenant's sphincter naturally tried to stop the intrusion and he felt a rush of pain as the head popped through his asshole. He grunted and and gritted his teeth as the sergeant slowly started to work the rest of his dick inwards. Rock thought he was going too slow so he lightly zapped Erickson on the ass with the taser causing Erickson to slam his dick all the way up Wilson's resisting ass causing him to let out a stifled yell. Not wanting to get zapped again. Erickson started slamming in and out of Wilson's ass. Wilson was starting to feel something really strange. Erickson's cock was stabbing his prostate and causing Wilson's dick to grow, but he still had his hands covering his groin. Finally, Erickson was coming again, this time, deep inside Wilson's bowels. "Alright Sergeant," said Rock as Erickson pulled his softening dick out of Wilson, "You can go ahead and put your uniform on. Lieutenant I want you to stand up straight and face the camera and put your hands behind your head like the sergeant did earlier." Wilson reluctantly complied while Erickson was pulling on his uniform. Wilson was by this time fully erect to a modest three inches. He was always insecure about his endowment and now it was on television for all to see. "Well, now if it isn't Chief Little Dick. How do you satisfy your wife with such a pathetic excuse for a cock? Now I want you to tell the folks out there why it's wrong to treat inmates like animals, and then you can put your uniform back on and cover up your puny dick." The officer explained how it was wrong to abuse and humiliate the inmates and how he was sorry he had ever participated in the malicious shakedowns. He had seen the situation from the inmates point of view and was truly regretting being abusive. The officers were then all set free and the riot was over. Rock and a few other inmates were further charged with assault adding a few years to their sentences, but the shakedowns ended, at least in that prison. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /