Spanking the chief
From looking at George Dewey no one woul..
🕑 Added 2023-01-29 15:03:32 +0000 UTC
Spanking the chief
From looking at George Dewey no one would expect that the old man was the richest man in the state and controlled the entire county as the political boss. He was unimposing, short, and overweight. George would dress in regular, everyday clothes and glasses. However, despite looking like an average joe grandpa, he was a ruthless deviant. He controls the county by having a firm hand around the police department. There wasn’t a single member of the department, despite how big and muscular and straight he was, that hadn't had their rear ends spanked and fucked. When George calls, the department jumps. That includes the chief.
Chief Danualt was a New York City police officer before he was hired by the city to be its new police chief. It was more like George hired him. The moment the old man saw the strapping, muscle bound Italian police officer in his tight shirt and tight pants, George gave his seal of approval. Danualt turn a lot of heads on the first week on the job. His huge bubble butt, the size of two basketball, stretched the uniform as he struts through town, flirting with all the women he passes. The women in return drool over his huge arms while the uniform shirt short sleeves hugged his bulging biceps. By the end of the week, Danualt had already fucked two of the most influential, married women in town.
Chief Danualt was radiating cockiness and authority as he walked into George’s bank building. His black polished boots echoing off the marble floors, causing heads to turn as he walked toward George’s office. He was in no hurry and didn’t appreciate being summoned to the old man’s office. Danualt had no intention of being the old man’s puppet, to do his bidding. As the police chief and chief law enforcement officer in the county, he started an investigation into the county corruption, which all led straight to George Dewey.
“Ah, chief. I’m glad you made it. I hope I didn’t pull you away from any pressing matters,” George stood up from behind his desk as Danualt entered his office.
“I’m actually very busy. I don’t. . .” Danualt tried to assert his natural dominance over the smaller old man.
Before he could finish his sentence, George interrupted him, “you want a drink.”
George’s voice was pleasant and soft. Danualt couldn’t understand why so many men in the county fear him. George looked like a harmless old man, in his short sleeves plaid shirt and old man pants. He was short, fat, and balding.
“I’m on duty,” Danualt replied.
“Nonsense. You can at least have a bottle water,” George was already at his mini bar and pulled out a cold bottle of water from the fridge.
“I guess,” Danualt replied.
It was a hot day, and Danualt had not adjusted to the southern humidity yet. He took a long drink of the refreshing water as he scanned the pictures on the walls of the dark paneled office. There were several pictures of George shaking hands and receiving awards with several famous, important pictures. There were also pictures of the older man with younger men. One picture was taken on a boat with three members of Danualt’s police department. The muscular police officers were all smiles as they wore only tiny speedos. George was the only one with a shirt on as he had his arms draped over their bare shoulders. Another photo was of George with two college jocks by the edge of a pool. George was kneeling by the edge of the pool, his hands on the two younger men’s shoulders. Yet another photo of George congratulating a pro bodybuilder. George had his hand on the muscular, dark tanned younger man in only a tiny posing brief.
The man is a pervert, Danualt thought to himself as he slipped the water
George sat down on the leather couch. Danualt noticed that George didn’t offer him a seat. George has always been polite and extremely well mannered. Danualt sat down in the leather high back chair across from the couch. The look George gave him showed that the older man was not pleased.
“Now let's get started,” George’s tone changed and Danualt got caught off guard. “I have received complaints from several important men in this county about your intimate relationships with their wives. Also I have been informed about unauthorized investigations that you have launched. Things here work a lot different than what you might be used to in the big city. Here you serve and protect, and obey. You do as you are told and keep your useless dick in your pants. You are nothing but a dumb pretty muscle head who was hired to serve. Understand, you dumb muscle head.”
Danualt started to talk back but suddenly found himself unable to think. His head was spinning. He looked down at the water bottle in his hand and realized that he was drugged. The muscular chief could sit there as the old man yelled at him. Danualt turned pale as he received a thorough dressing down from the old man. He never felt so small and humiliated in his professional life.
“Get your fat ass out of my chair,” George ordered.
Danualt was shocked and found himself standing up. Once on his feet he began to sway sideways.
“Stick out your hands,” George barks.
Denault's years in law enforcement doesn’t make him scared easily but George’s voice sent a chill through his body. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out his hands and George stood up. The old man then boldly reached out and took the chief’s own handcuffs from his gun belt. Danualt couldn’t react or think to stop him. George proceeded to ciff Danualt’s wrist, with the chief’s own handcuffs. Danualt was confused but found himself just standing there as his hands were secured. After he was done, George then gripped the cuffs and pulled the younger, stronger police chief over to the couch. George sat back on the leather couch and reached out to undo Danualt’s belts and pants. In one motion, he pulled the police chief’s gunbelt and uniform pants down. Danualt felt embarrassed at the fact he wore no underwear under his uniform, leaving his four inch cock exposed. He tried to cover up his cock with his bound hands but to no avail.
George gripped the handcuffs and pulled the hands away, “get down on my lap,”
Danualt wanted to protest and even cry but in his dazed state he found himself being pulled over the old man’s lap. His muscular arms and legs in the black, shiny boots dangle off George’s lap.
“That a beautiful smooth ass you have there, chief,” George admired the flawless ass cheeks.
George raised his hand and brought it down hard on the chief’s fat, yet firm ass cheeks. All of his huge muscles and arrogant authority were useless.
“Ugh, please, stop,” Danualt cried out.
The chief kicked his booted legs out. George just laughed and delivered another slap on the left cheek. He continued to spank each firm cheek, rotating between the right and left cheek. Each time the macho chief kicked out his legs and arms and cried out. His white cheeks were turning red. Chief Danualt was humiliated but unable to to stop the much older and weaker man. Tears were running down Danualt’s handsome, masculine face. All along though, the chief’s cock was rock hard. George had Danualt’s hard cock between his legs, squeezing them tightly around the throbbing cock.
“Look like you are enjoying it,” George laughed.
“Ugh, Fffuck. Please,” Danualt’s voice was a bubbling mess.
George then stopped. However, Danualt found no relief. George started to gently stroke the sore, bruised ass. Danualt continued to whimper as his cock throb. George then spread the fat cheeks and revealed Danualt’s tight pink hole.
“I saw most of your men’s cop pussies, but yours look the best, very tight and fuckable,” George laughed.
George gently stroked the tight rosebud, and smirked as it involuntarily winked and flexed.
“Ugh,” Danualt groaned as he felt George’s fat finger pushed into his coppussy.
George just laughed as he moved his finger in and out of the tight hole, stroking the police officer’s hole. The old man laughed as Danualt moaned. George lifted Danualt’s head with his sexy dark hair. Danualt’s eyes were rolled into the back of his head as his prostate was being poked and teased for the first time. George smirked and squeezed in a second finger, stretching the hole.
“Oh, please, Fffuck, please fuck me,” Danualt cried out.
George laughed some more and pulled his fat fingers out of the chief’s ass. Danualt rolled off George’s lap onto the floor. He raised himself up onto his knees and placed his forehead on the rich, posh rug.
Looking over his shoulders, Danualt grunted, “please fuck me.”
His large, muscular ass facing the county political boss. George unzipped his pants, pulling out his large, hard cock. Kneeling behind the exquisite ass, George aimed his cock between the flawless cheeks. He leaned forward and whispered into Danualt’s right ear, gently kissing the earlobe.
“Relax baby. You're only going to feel pure pleasure,” George whispered as he pushed hard.
“Ugh, awe, Fffuck,” Danualt cried out. “It feel so fucking good!”
The macho chief’s ass felt so good around George’s cock, that it didn’t took George long to cum. He thrust all the into the tight coppussy, until his fat belly was slapping against Danualt firm, chisel back and ass. George then paused, deeply buried inside the chief. He groaned laud and came. He continued to thrust as he came long and deep inside his new cop slave.
Upon feeling the warm seed flooding deep inside him, Danualt cried out, “oh fuck.”
He pressed his head against the floor as he came hard.
After that meeting, Danualt became a new man. He grew submissive to the county leading men, who took full advantage of their new cop slave. Danualt began to wear special uniform pants that George had designed and ordered for him. The uniform pants were tight around his bubble ass and with came with a hidden rear entrance that gave unobstructed access to his coppussy.
