"You weren't followed?" "No. I would know." "Good," said Camnator, "I can't have anyone knowing what we're doing here. I have a reputation to uphold." Camnator turned around and flicked on the lights. The two men were standing in Camnator's walk-in closet sized apartment. The floor was littered with Victoria's Secret catalogs and empty bags of Cheetos. The toilet was next to the mini-fridge full of MRE's, and instead of a bed, there was a pile of guns. On the wall was a framed copy of the second amendment, signed by the founder of the NRA. But as Camnator turned back around, he was immediately slapped across the face by Officer Nasty. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TrZFxhrPUI#t=166][Start music][/url] "You know the drill. Get on your knees and give my jack-boots a good tongue polishing you freedom-loving dissident.", said Nasty in a commanding tone. "Now wait just a second, Nasty. I-" Camnator was cut short with a second slap even more unexpected than the first. "That's [i]Officer[/i] Nasty to you. Now get down, or I'll be authorized to use excessive force." Camnator got down on all fours as Nasty presented him with his government issued jack-boots, filthy from a long day of oppressing innocent American patriots. Tentatively, he stuck his tongue out and gave a boot a small lick. He could taste dirt, street filth, and the tears of the oppressed victims of Officer Nasty's authoritarianism. He was repulsed, but inexplicably, irresistably drawn in. "Yeah, that's it. I want those boots sparkling. Keep it up, citizen.", said Officer Nasty smoothly. Camnator continued his task, each lick more enticing than the last. Soon enough, he was rabidly slobbering over the boots, desperate to taste every morsel they had to offer. What he was doing felt so wrong, like he was betraying everything he believed, but at the same time it filled his heart with a secret fire. His loins burned with the desire to please Nasty and to be mercilessly used and tossed aside. When the boots were shining, Nasty stepped back. "Turn around. Face down, ass up. Now." Camnator immediately pressed his face into the cheeto stained floor and raised his rotund bottom as high as he could, and emitted a soft whimper. "What did you just say?", demanded Nasty. "I SAID YES OFFICER. RIGHT AWAY OFFICER.", cried Camnator. "That's better, but you still need to be punished.", said Nasty as he extended his night stick, "Do you know what we do to patriots like you, hmm?" "YOU SPANK THEM, OFFICER. YOU TEACH THEM THEIR PLACE.", said Camnator, his face still pressed into the ground. "That's right." And with no further warning, Officer Nasty put Camnator's arms behind his back and slapped on a pair of handcuffs. "You're not going anywhere, criminal scum.", said Nasty as he reared up for the first strike. *THWAP* Camnator's whole body tensed up as Nasty's nighstick connected with his tender ass. He moaned as Nasty continued to pummel his behind. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* As Officer Nasty continued to brutally oppress his rights, Camnator became more and more flushed. Even as all his rights were being taken away, he felt more free than he'd ever been. Each strike pumped more blood to his nethers until he just couldn't handle any more. "Oh! Yes, Officer! Please, violate me more! Violate me harder!", he cried out as Nasty continued to smack his ass raw. "Oh? You need more force to keep you pacified? Fine.", said Nasty. Not wasting another moment, Officer Nasty pulled out his knife and cut away Camnator's barbecue sauce stained sweatpants, leaving his red, quivering ass exposed for the world to see. Nasty unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop, revealing his 9 inch long pulsating law enforcement tool. After spitting on it for some lubrication, he approached Camnator and dropped to his knees. He bent down to Camnator's ear and whispered, "Justice is served." Nasty took the plunge into that virgin cavity without hesitation and tore into Camnator like a wild animal released from its cage. Camnator squealed like a pig, his two inch pecker at full mast as his fat rolls rippled from the point of impact. Nasty continued to mercilessly pound Camnator, driving deeper and harder with each subsequent thrust, until neither of them could take it anymore. Nasty filled that chocolate cavern with his vanilla cream, and Camnator released all over himself. After cleaning his tool on Camnator's face, Officer Nasty straightened himself up, and without removing the handcuffs from the still delirious Camnator, left without another word. -Fin