THE COP AND THE DRUG DEALER

JOHN BOTTOM RANDY TOP KINKY AND DARK

Randy Orton chuckled, feeling extremely pleased with himself. He was a notorious drug dealer in the city and was so dangerous that most of the cops stayed out of his way fearing for their lives. That was until the new officer, a fresh-faced clean-shaven man by the name of John Cena dared to fuck with him. Well, John was about to learn the hard way what happens when you fuck with Randy Orton. Most men in Randy's line of work would have just killed the meddling son of a bitch the first time they had him cornered and been done with him. But Randy was a different breed of thug. He enjoyed molesting and torturing his victims with various sexual tortures. He fed off their screams and the way he forced their bodies to respond unwillingly to his attentions. It did not hurt any that this new brazen cop was drop dead gorgeous with blue eyes and the sexiest ass Randy had ever had the pleasure of gazing upon.

"Almost to my place, Copper. Then you're going to learn what a bad mistake it was to fuck with Randal Keith Orton." Randy told his captive as he drove his Hummer.

The sexy cop was struggling on the backseat, his wrists cuffed behind his back with his own handcuffs and his mouth and feet bound with duct tape. He arched his back as he tried to get free of the metal restraints but being a cop he knew it was hopeless without a key. The cuffs would only grow tighter the more he struggled in them.

"Having fun back there?" Randy teased good-naturedly as he watched the man in his rear view mirror. "Thanks for providing the handcuffs, by the way. It sure made the whole abduction thing easier on me."

"Muck Mou Masshole!" John screamed through the tape. "Fuck me? Fuck me? I think it's gonna be the other way around, Cena. You'll find out soon enough. You couldn't just leave well enough alone like the other pigs could you? You had to go and try to be the big conquering hero that arrested the infamous drug lord. Well, now you get to play the part of my evening's entertainment." Randy's deep monotone voice continued. "Better relax and enjoy the ride, Cop. Because this is the good highlight of your evening."

A short time later, Randy was drinking a shot glass of Jack Daniels in his luxurious kitchen dressed only in a tight pair of black briefs. He figured there was no reason to put on any cloths if he was just going to strip out of them anyway. The briefs were just for show and shock value. He wanted to see the officer's eyes when he revealed his enormous dick for the first time. He had no way of knowing if the cop had ever taken a cock up his ass before but in a sick perverted way he kind of hoped he had not. He wanted to hear those virgin screams as he shredded the man's tight hole ripping into him and making him bleed. Randy Orton was a sick puppy and he knew it. Randy gathered together the things he would need to play with his new fuck toy and went into his master bedroom where the cop was being held.

John Cena was a sight to behold. The man was tied up spread eagle in the center of the king sized bed. A thick black cloth was tied in his mouth to keep him quiet and he was completely naked other than the black utility belt that had been a part of his police uniform. Randy decided to keep the belt on John to remind himself that he was fucking a cop, for him the ultimate middle finger to authority.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Officer?" Randy smirked as he walked up to the outraged Cena and took the man's soft cock, rubbing it between his fingers. "I was hoping to see you hard by now but don't worry yourself any. We'll get there in time." Randy pulled out a small knife and watched as the attractive cop began to pant in fear. "You think I'm going to kill you, don't you, Cena? You probably think that I'm going to cut you into little pieces for trying to break up my little drug ring. Well, it's your lucky day because I'm not going to do that. I'm only going to leave you with a little reminder not to fuck with Randy Orton ever again."

John whimpered behind his gag as Randy climbed on top of the large man's body. "Now hold still, Cop. I don't want to slip and really cut you open." John held still but his body was tensed in dread as Randy began to slowly carve three letters inside of John's inner thigh: RKO. As the blade cut the three delicate letters small droplets of blood came to the surface. Randy took the tip of his finger and dipped up the bit of blood sticking his tongue out to taste the coppery substance. "You taste so fucking delicious, Cena. Maybe I should cut you open. I would but I'd rather taste other things as well if you get my drift." Randy climbed from the now shaking man.

The cop was so terrified now. He had no clue what other evil plans the dealer had for his helpless body. Randy walked back over to the cop holding a handful of clothespins.

"Wooden clothespins" Randy held up the pins. "Such simple little objects but they can be so much fun. Well, so much fun for me." He finished laughing. "I wonder what they'll feel like clipped all over those perfect balls of yours?"

"Mmmmph! Mo!" John begged as he tried another futile escape attempt. His balls and nipples were extremely sensitive which were two places he guessed the bastard would be clipping them.

"No? Oh, I see. You not only want them on your juicy balls but on your nipples as well? Don't worry, Cop, I won't disappoint you." Randy clipped one pin on each ball and relished the grunts of pain from the gagged officer. Next, each nipple got one as well. Randy left the pins on for some time as he went back into the kitchen and enjoyed another drink. All the playing was fun but he was so hard from the sweet anticipation he had to fuck the Cop's bubble butt. he picked up a leather belt and strolled back into the room. "Are you ready to get those nasty pins off, Cena?" Randy spoke softly before ripping off the objects loving the muffled howls of pain that fell from John's lips. Randy untied the officer and shoved him face down on the bed forcing his hands once again to be cuffed behind his back. Randy walked around the bed into John's line of sight and jerked his own briefs down showing off his massive dripping length.

"You see this, you little whore?" I'm going to fuck your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week."

John tried to say something behind his tight gag but only muffled pleas were heard. "Begging again, Officer? You don't have to beg for my dick. I'll let you have what you want." Ignoring Cena's struggling and writhing on the bed, Randy smacked the round ass cheeks hard with the belt, leaving a red mark in its place. "Spread those legs, Bitch and let me in that ass or I'm going to whip you until you're raw."

John spread his legs giving the criminal a perfect view of his pink pucker nestled between the two plump globes. 'Good boy." Randy pushed hard inside of the entrance and loved the sound of John's pained moans. He began to set a brutal pace that allowed Cena zero time to adjust to his ruthless assault. "Fuck yeah, take that big dick! Take it all in, Pig!" Randy pounded the sexy man's ass into the mattress loving every second of his domination. He reached up and untied the gag, letting it slip from John's mouth. "I want to hear your screams, Bitch! Let it all out!"

"Fuck! Please stop...no don't stop! Oh shit!" John was a mess of conflicting emotions. The man was fucking him so good it was a mixture of the most extreme pain and pleasure he had felt. Had someone offered him the choice, he honestly did not know if he wanted the man to stop what he was doing or do it two time harder. It was that intense. Randy hit the special spot inside of John and the man began to moan in passion instead of pain.

Randy was losing all his control very quickly as the perfect ass was swallowing his cock whole. "You learning your lesson, Copper? I'll fuck the honor right out of your self-righteous uptight ass!" Randy looped the leather belt around John's neck and began choking the man out as he pounded into his hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Cock." Randy ordered saying a word with each thrust and pulling on the belt jerking John's head backwards.

"Uggggggh!" John gasped as he shot his load all over the bed beneath him and fell face down almost passing out from lack of oxygen.

Randy fell over the edge as well pumping his release into the limp body of his lover. John felt gentle hands releasing him from his handcuffs and rolling him over on his back. The concerned eyes of his boyfriend looked him over in panic. "Are you alright, Baby? I didn't push you too far did I?" Randy looked very upset as he checked his lover for signs of distress.

"Randy." John gasped out holding his neck. "That was the most brutal, fucked up beyond all recognition shit I have ever been a part of." He smiled a slow smile. "And I've never came so damn hard in all my life."

'I don't care, Johnny. You should have never let me do those things. I went too far. I would kill me if I hurt you." Randy was showing the soft loving side of himself that he kept hidden from the rest of the world.

"Randy, you'd better not be sorry because I fucking loved it. You lucked out and won the match Friday so you got to top me first. However, I won tonight so that means next week is my turn to be the evil bastard that tortures you. And I have just the idea of what I'm going to do."

"W-what is it, John?" Randy asked nervously afraid of the smile on his man's face. It was not his normal dimpled smile but something else all together, something sinister.

"Nope, I'm not telling. It wouldn't be a surprise then would it? And we want to keep it as realistic as possible don't we?" Randy tried to think happy thoughts but all his troubled mind could focus on was one terrible fact. John Cena had exactly one week, seven days and seven nights to ponder what evil devices he could use on his helpless body. He may sleep with one eye open until then.