The Parole Officer

By: Andrew Stone

I was busted with some weed.  Lucky for me it wasn’t a lot and it was my first offense.  The judge sentenced me to drug rehab and 12 months of parole.  As sentences go, it could have been much worse.

I met with my parole officer once a week.  He was a big guy, as tall as I am but at least 50 or 60 pounds heavier.  His head was shaved short and he had a thick goatee.  He always wore the same thing:  shirt, tie, pants and gun belt.  He was all business too. I would step into his office and he would ask me if attended rehab and stayed out of trouble and a few more questions than we would go into the bathroom were he would watch me has I gave my weekly urine sample.   As long as I stayed clean, I stayed out of trouble. 

One night I’m hanging out at my place when I hear I heavy knock on the door.  I ask who it is through the door.

“It’s your parole officer.  Open your door.”

I opened the door and asked how I can help him.

“It’s a routine house search, part of your parole agreement.”

I knew I had nothing to hide so I didn’t put up a fight and let him in.

“First we begin you with you, a strip search.”

I stand there confused.

“It’s part of your parole agreement.  If you don’t follow it you’ll be busted and serve the rest of time in jail.”

I had no choice but to agree.  I started to take off my clothes and he watched me the whole time.  I would throw him each article of clothing as I took it off and he inspected if for contraband.  It wasn’t long before I was standing naked in front of this bear of a man.

“Turn around and place your hands behind your back.”

I stand there confused.

“I need to secure you as I search the house.  Comply or be in violation of your parole agreement.”

I turned around and he slapped some cuffs on my wrists.  They were on really tight and I winced with the pain but he didn’t care.  He started to tear my place a part looking for contraband.  He flipped my couch, knocked every book off the shelves, dumped out all of the drawers.  I didn’t care.  I was too busy trying to hold back a hard on, standing there naked and handcuffed was getting me excited.

After a while, he was done and walked back to me.  He had sweat on his forehead and sweat stains under his arms.  He stood before me for a moment than grabbed my arm and dragged me to the kitchen table.

“Last part, I need to do a cavity search.”

Before I could say anything he bent me over the table and kicked my feet apart.  I heard him slap on a rubber glove and jammed a finger up my ass.  It hurt like a fucker.  He pushed in deeper and kept it in there.  By now he had to have found out that I’m not hiding anything and yet he kept his finger in my ass.  He found my prostate and started to rub it.  I felt myself get hard and I let out a moan with pleasure.  He grabbed me and turned me around to face him.

“You liked it, didn’t you faggot-boy?”

I didn’t say anything.  He looked down at my boner and smiled.

He pushed me back and pulled off his tie.  I just stood there and watched as he unbuttoned each button on his shirt and slowly exposed his hairy chest and huge gut.  It was all covered with sweat.  He grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved me between his man-tits. 

“Start licking the sweat off my body, boy.”

I started licking before he was even done saying the order.  Just the smell of his sweat alone was intoxicating and turning me on even more.  He let his shirt drop to the floor and forced me into an armpit.  His scent was wild like musk and overpowering.  I licked one clean than I licked the other one.  He pushed me back and looked at me for a moment before kneeing me in the nuts.  I fell to my knees.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  What it lacked in length it made up is girth.  He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his dick down my throat and held it there.  I could feel it starting to swell and grow within my throat.  I was having hard time breathing but he just held me there.  It was like trying to swallow a soda can.  When I couldn’t breathe anymore he pulled it out and just looked at me before grabbing me by my armpits and lifting me up and slamming me down stomach down on the table again.  He spread my legs a part than rammed a few fingers up my ass.  Then he pulled them out and I heard him open up a condom wrapper.  After a moment or two, he rammed his cock up my ass.  It was fast and relentless.  He didn’t stop until I could feel his thighs against my ass.  He held it for a while than slowly pulled it out than rammed it back it.  He kept this up for a while slowly picking up the pace, getting faster and faster.  The table was moving back and forth and he started to growl with pleasure.  He reached up and grabbed me by my shoulders so he could have better leverage to fuck my ass deeper with is ass.  He kept fucking me hard.  I moan and groan as he rapes my hole.  He rakes his nails down my back and the pain mixed with pleasure causes me to blow my load.  Shortly after that I feel him orgasm inside of me and he lets out a roar.

After he catches his breath, he un-cuffs me and turns me around and looks into my eyes for a moment before kneeing me in the nuts.  I fall to the floor, bent over with pain.  He grabs his shirt and tie and gets dressed and starts to leave.

“Don’t be late for your next appointment in my office.”

He orders before leaving and closing the door behind him.