(As some of you know, when I was under fanfic name waldron82 I had a series of one shots titled The Role Playing Adventures of John and Randy that many of you seemed to enjoy. Sadly it ended up deleted due to much personal drama in my life. So, I've decided to start it back up again with some new adventures. If anyone has a good idea let me know and if you want Randy or John to be the top. Hope you enjoy.)
THE COP AND THE BAD BOY
JOHN TOP RANDY BOTTOM
"What the hell?" Randy mumbled under his breath as the doorbell rang in his luxurious home in Tampa, Florida. "Who the hell is at the door at two in the damn morning?" He rose where he had been resting on a couch downstairs watching cheap porn and preparing for an epic jack off session. The sound from the door made the man unhappy to put it lightly. He looked almost longingly back at the porn that was just getting good as he walked to the door, opening it up.
"Police." The man standing on the porch was clearly an officer, his gold badge shining in the dim porch light. "Randal Keith Orton?" Shiny handcuffs hung from his belt along with an imposing looking nightstick. He was a little shorter than Randy but held an air of authority. He seemed legit but you could never be too careful.
"Yes?" Randy answered, annoyed and a little taken back by the smug smirk playing on the cop's face. The guy seemed like a real prick, one of those cops that thought they owned the world just because they had a badge. "What do you want?"
The cop eyed Randy over slowly, taking in the loose gym shorts and white tank top the taller man was wearing and how tightly the shirt fit over his toned chest. "Did I wake you?" He asked, his voice deep and sensual.
Randy was honestly getting a little creeped out by the supposed cop's actions. He took a step back inside the house but the officer stopped him from closing the door with his foot. "What the hell?" Randy sputtered as the cop walked into the house fully, shutting the door behind him. His blue eyes never left Randy's steely blues. The silent staring was unnerving. "Did I do something wrong, officer?" The younger man decided to try another approach, the innocent victim and maybe he would get off and the cop would leave him alone. "I haven't gotten any tickets or anything lately..." Randy's deep baritone trailed off as he noticed the sadistic smile widening on the officer's face. He was clearly enjoying his fear and anxiety. Without warning the cop advanced on Randy, pushing him against the nearest wall. He looked up at Randy, so close he could smell the peppermint of the mouthwash the cop had used last. "If you'll tell me what you want from me we can work this out." Randy finished, trying not to stutter.
"What I want from you?" He spoke finally, each word slow and deliberate. "I'm going to read you your rights and then you'll see what it is exactly I want from you." Randy could not stop a shiver from running down his body at those words. He figured this was what he deserved. He had a hair trigger temper and had his share of run ins with the local law enforcement. He shrank against the wall,trying in vain to escape those piercing, unnerving eyes. "You have the right to feel my cock in your ass." The officer I identified as Cena by the name tag began. Randy's legs began to tremble. What the hell kind of twisted rights were those? Cena grabbed both of Randy's hands, raising his arms over his head as he leaned in, pinning the shaking man's hands to the wall. "You have the right to scream." He whispered and the taller man's legs almost buckled under him. "You have a right to beg for more." Randy heard a soft moan pass his lips as John's breath tickled his ear. Officer Cena chuckled darkly at the sound. "You have a right to moan. You have a right to suck my cock. You have a right to feel my cum dripping from your pretty boy face." He swiftly pulled the cuffs from his belt and snapped them over Randy's wrists before the other man could come to his senses. "You have the right to tell me how much you love it."
The officer dragged Randy by his cuffed hands down the hall to the kitchen and living room area. He grunted as he was shoved roughly to the floor by a push to his back, the officer's eyes scanning his fully stocked bar area. He strolled over to grab a bottle of Jack Daniels, sitting two glasses on the counter before adding ice and some of the amber liquid as Randy tried to stay calm and get his bearings. "Am I interrupting something?" He chuckled as he could hear the porn playing from the next room.
"Aren't you on duty?" Randy countered back, ever the cocky prick as he struggled to stand up to his feet. "You allowed to drink on duty Officer?"
The cop stopped his task and looked over at Randy, his eyes narrow and menacing. "Did I tell you that you could get up?"
Randy had never felt more intimidated as he dropped back to his knees. "I'm s-sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."
Officer Cena made his way over to the kneeling man. He pryed Randy's mouth open, pouring a good fourth of the bottle down the cuffed man's throat. Randy sputtered and coughed as the fiery liquid burned its way down. "Damn straight it won't. Are you going to move again without being told?" Cena asked, gripping Randy's jaw hard. "N-No, Sir." Randy said quickly as he gasped for air. "Good." He smiled and released Randy as the cuffed man toppled over, the room spinning as he felt a little light headed. Cena walked calmly back to the bar to down one of the glasses of JD, ignoring poor Randy's plight as the helpless man eyed the cop's gun warily. Cena noticed where Randy's unfocused eyes were looking and pulled the hand gun out of its leather holster, caressing the barrel slowly. Randy drew a shaky breath, unable to help being turned on a little by the display. "You like that don't you?" Cena whispered. Almost in slow motion he sat the gun on the counter before removing the cap from his head, setting it aside as well. He walked over to Randy, pulling him back up by his cuffed hands. "Do you remember your rights from earlier?" He breathed.
"Y-Yes, Sir." Randy almost moaned out. How could he forget?
"What was the first one?" Cena breathed, so close Randy could smell the alcohol on the shorter man's breath.
"I have the right to feel your...cock in my ass...oh God." Randy moaned, thinking it must be the JD in his system as men never turned him on this way.
"Oh, you will." Cena promised. "You will, Boy. You will beg and scream and plead for more before I'm finished with you. I'll give you everything you think you can handle and more. Much more." He began to rub Randy's hardening cock through the thin material of his gym shorts as he claimed the taller man's lips in a bruising kiss. Randy moaned as Cena backed him up against the nearest wall before breaking the kiss, panting as the dirty cop groped him through his shorts. "S-shit." He groaned, his eyes wanting to close.
"Stay." The cop went to a kitchen drawer to pull out a pair of scissors. He walked back to the waiting Randy and cut the tank top from his body, revealing his luscious, tanned chest. "Nice." He mumbled in appreciation. "Turn around. Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs." Randy turned around slowly as ordered but hesitated to move his legs and the officer pushed his thighs apart roughly with his own leg. "Do you want me to arrest you right now?" He growled. Randy shook his head violently. "Then you do what I say when I say. Got it?" He hissed. Randy nodded as he spread his legs . "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." "That's better." Cena smirked as he eyed Randy's body in deep lust, his back arched and ass sticking out on full display even if still covered. "I think I'm going to have to strip search you."
(Part 2 coming soon.)