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With Mr. Bear driving it took no time at all to get to the courthouse. We had talked in the past regarding what might be our perfect experience. We both knew we'd just seen the man.

We went inside and saw a fellow typing. I presented the business card to him and, returning the card to us, he said that he had been given to understand that the Sergeant Major was indeed expecting us at the building beside the police station down the street. So Mr. Bear drove to the police station, we got out and he locked the car. Both of us were wearing our black wrist-length tight leather cop gloves. We went into the building and I handed the card to the police desk clerk.

This “fireplug” of a clerk was in his thirties and clean shaven. He was short, beefy and thickly muscled. He saw our tight cop gloves, smiled knowingly and led us downstairs to a basement room with no windows and rather dim lighting. He chuckled, asked us, “OK, listen. Call me 'curious' and 'ironic' and 'having a good sense of humor' but would you guys be interested in signing Sarge's Guest Book?”, closed the door and left.

“Do you think we're making a mistake?” said Mr. Bear.

“Maybe you're making one, but I'm sure as Hell not making a mistake”, I said.

“Here we have a man that fulfills all your cop dreams. If he knew what your fantasies were he'd know you expected a severe assault on every hole you own. You'd expect him to work you over with those sexy gloved fists and if you got your dreams fulfilled completely, he'd have no cum left to even moisten my lips a little bit!”

Mr. Bear glared at me and clenched his fists. “You'd better keep your damned mouth shut or what you'll have to moisten your lips will be your own blood! You know I can take you in a fight. I've proven it a few times. I'll bust you up real good with these. I'll have blood on my cop gloves and you'll have moist lips. Swollen ones too. Keep your fuckin mouth shut about my cop dreams!”

Just then our “hotter than hot” cop, the Sergeant Major MC, entered the room. Oh Shit, how long had he been standing outside the door? What the Hell had he heard? If he did hear what I'd said, I would be in for a very long night with the hard gloved fists of a certain Mr. Bear.

“Hi fellas. Glad you came on over. I know you're curious and I'll help by answering your questions.”

“First and foremost, you're both here by choice and of your own volition, right? There was no coercion to get you down here. You know what to expect, and you want to be here.”

We both voiced agreement. “OK”, he said.

“I'll tell you what I want and how this is going to go. Even though I'm sure Mr. Bear here got his release after you left the license check, I'll bet he has more cum to give. I haven't gotten off in three days and I'm going to feed you a lot of cop cum. And you, you fine-gloved jack off artist, you're going to be taking my man juice too. So you'll get what you came for, and probably more than you bargained for.”

As he talked he was taking off his uniform. Off came the uniform shirt first, then the pants, and we saw that the uniform wasn't hiding any flaws in his physique. This man was undressing a beefy, hairy, mature God! He showed the thick musculature of a bodybuilder, but who hadn't worked out in a few years. What I liked seeing was the beginning of a beer gut, but some muscle tone was still there. He now stood nude before us, 6' and 250 pounds of perfection. He was still wearing his wrist-length black leather cop gloves. They were so amazingly tight I wondered how he even got them on!

“I'm sure I know what you came for. You're wanting sex from this big mature man, right? You'd also like to see what this cop can do with his fists. I already know both of you get hard when you see and wear tight leather cop gloves, just like I do. So you fellas want to suck my cock and get fucked by me?”

We were listening, but our real attention was drawn to a veined, nine inch long fully erect cock!  What a slab of meat!  We were looking at a diameter of maybe three inches of thick, uncircumcised beer-can cock!  This was a formidable weapon, especially if driven home by a powerful man who knew how to use it to its full potential.

"So this is how it will go.  You two strip off everything but your gloves.  I told you at the license check that I'd rather work over than work out...so you'll get my hard gloved fists to your gut.  I know that's some of what you want anyway, isn't it?  Mr. Bear looks as though he can take more than you, so I'll be sure to satisfy all of your dreams, big fella.  Every one of them!"

When he said that, we both looked at each other. This man-bear-cop was a fuckin' mind reader. How much more did he know? I prayed he hadn't heard our conversation. “So I'll get started first on you, and Mr. Bear will hold you while I work. When I decide, you heard me say when I decide you've had enough, then you two will change places. I think Mr. Bear is the one who really wants to take my cop gloved fists. And no ass fucking while you're standing behind. That's my job and as you can see, you'll get all you want and more.”

He rolled his massive shoulder muscles to loosen them and rocked his head back and forth to release tension. And as Mr. Bear pinned my arms back I could feel his cock pressing firmly against my hole. He really wanted to go in but didn't want to suffer the consequences of that transgression just yet.

The Sergeant Major started in on me by rubbing my belly with a skin-tight cop gloved hand and roughly abusing each erect nipple in turn. This went on for some while and if it was to help me relax it wasn't working! Then he began with firm but not brutal punches. All that muscle would take some time to loosen up and as I watched his muscles work, I was glad he had chosen to start on me. Watching the muscles of his hairy, barrel chest and torso was intoxicating! I was in erotic heaven, my cock was hard and was beginning to secrete precum. He would stop and tighten the thin leather gloves on his fists, standing with tree-trunk-sized legs spread slightly. I had heard that some cops relished the opportunity to use their tight gloved fists because the leather would get sweaty, and when tightened became more of a weapon. Against a puffed up face that thin, moist leather would explode skin and cut it like a knife!

Thank God he was only going to work on my gut, I think. I found it hard to imagine the damage this man could do if there was need for serious work. What if a husky man was in this back room with an attitude, and chose not to coöperate? This big muscled man could surely do the chosen work. Those thoughts would come again when Mr. Bear was getting worked over at a more aggressive level than that which I was receiving.

The man in front of me was punching even harder now. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out and as if in answer to my question there came a hard three-punch combination. He could tell I was wasted, and he congratulated me on taking his work.

Now we were to change places. Before that began, a risk-taking Mr. Bear tightened his gloves and feinted a solid right to the gut of the Sergeant Major.

“Hey, go ahead and make that move, smart ass. If you want to try to start that way we can see what will happen. I suggest you wait for later to play that but if not, I welcome the opportunity to show you the error of your judgment!  I'll just do even more work on you.”

We weren't leaving his command until he decided it was time.

end of Part Two