Notes

A police officer tires of arresting Sol over and over again and decides to teach the old man a lesson he'll never forget.

The worst part of the protests weren't the yelling, or the disruptive jumping and cheering, or even the brightly colored signs that many of the protestors held up and waved around like a war banner. No - without a doubt, the worst part for James was one particular protestor.
Sol Bergstein had begun participating in "civil activism," as the liberals liked to call it, for less than a month, and yet in that span of time James had had to arrest the 74-year old man an astounding eight times. Every time, he wore a short-sleeved shirt or button-up that clung just a little too tightly to his firm chest and abs and did little to hide his surprisingly toned, sculpted arms. James had to suppress the urge to push the man down into the ground and have his way with him every time he arrested him.
Eventually, he decided he had had enough. During the 10th arrest, instead of stuffing him in the wagon with the rest of the so-called valiant protestors who had stayed in spite of the police presence, he dragged Sol over to his car. The old man protested the entire time, but James paid him little attention.
The obvious thing to do was to get a motel room and fuck Sol where he didn't have to deal with the mess - but he wanted to see his own bed, his table, his walls and furniture all splattered with the old man's come, and so he drove Sol over to his house.
Sol peered nervously out the window. "I-this isn't standard procedure. I was a lawyer, I would know."
James snapped. He shoved the car door open, stepped out, then dragged Sol out as well.
"You fucking slut," he snarled, and brought one hand up to fondle a well-sculpted pectoral, his palm wrapping around the curved surface and drawing a long, surprised gasp from Sol. "Of course this isn't standard procedure. I'm nice enough to not fuck your brains out in front of all of your protestor friends."
Sol froze. "Wh-James, please, this is wrong. Just let me go and-"
"And what?" James interrupted. "You'll go back to your husband and keep holding those stupid protests? No fucking way. You've put me through way too much trouble - I deserve a reward, and if you won't give it to me, I'll just take it for myself."
Before Sol could respond, James pinched a nipple and forced another breathy moan from the slutty old moan. He wrapped his arms around Sol's chest and began mercilessly picking at and teasing his dusty, erect nipples, and the old man writhed helplessly in the officer's hold. James took the opportunity to walk both of them over to the door. He knew he would have to let go of the old man for just a moment to unlock and open the door, and if he wasn't careful, Sol would use that moment to run.
The obvious thing to do was to tire him out a little first. James shoved his hand down Sol's pants, and the reluctant old man whimpered in pleasure. The forced little noises that the muscled old man made as James wrapped his hand around his cock and began pumping were like nothing else - if James had had any doubts about this, they had long since evaporated.
Sol let out an abrupt cry as his cock spurted come into his underwear and James's hand. The orgasm lasted 14 seconds, and when it mercifully ended, Sol sagged in James's arms. James unceremoniously dropped the man to the floor, took out his keys, and opened the front door.
"Oh, gods," Sol moaned insensibly. Sweat already lined his face from a single orgasm. It was a wonder to see, and one James planned on seeing much more in the future.
"Shut up, old man," James sneered angrily. "You just came in your fucking pants like a virgin, so don't even pretend like you're not enjoying this."
"M-my husband, Robert-" Sol protested quietly.
"I don't give a crap about your marriage," James interrupted. "If you wanted to remain faithful, you shouldn't have goaded every single goddamned person in that mall with those shirts of yours."
"I- I didn't mean to," Sol said weakly. "I had no intention of- of distracting you from your duty."
"But you did-" James placed his hand back on Sol's pectoral and began fondling it. The old man resumed his spasms. "And now, you're going to pay the consequences. Hey, maybe if you're lucky and I'm feeling merciful, I'll even let you walk out of here with your clothes on."
Sol sobbed and did his best to move away from James. The police officer snorted, forced him back, and placed his mouth over Sol's flawless skin. The old man began shaking his head, muttering "no" over and over again as his body had an absolute fit.
"Jesus," James muttered, "calm down a little. I haven't even put anything in your ass."
"I can pay you," Sol said desperately. "How much do you want?"
"You're kidding," James said. "You must be. You think any sum of money will make up for all the agony you put me through, parading your body around in public like that, letting me get close enough to touch you, even feel you up a little- No, the only way you're learning your listen is by getting fucked senseless. You won't remember your own name by the time I'm finished."
"I don't want this," Sol attempted meekly. "And you don't really want me, I'm just some old, frail
man-"
"Stop making excuses," James said angrily. "I'm sick and tired of them. Nothing and no one is going to save you from this, so you may as well just lay down and take it."
Sol, unfortunately, still tries his best to resist both verbally and physically. Even when James has stripped the old man and fully revealed his well-muscled form, even when James has the old man sobbing on one finger, grinding involuntarily against it as James forces his fifth orgasm out of him, even when James is pressing him against a wall and thrusting his cock roughly in and out of Sol's sloppy, red-rimmed hole, he continues to protest. James tolerates it only because the alternative would be to gag the man, and as much as all his screaming for help and sobs for mercy are annoying, his involuntary gasps, moans, and yelps more than make up for it.
He fucks Sol for four hours straight. By the end, the old man is lying on James's carpet in a pile of his own come, nearly his entire body covered by a mixture of sweat, come, and tears. He looks absolutely gorgeous and completely debauched.
James leans down and tweaks his nipple to make sure Sol is still conscious. Sol lets out a reluctant moan and twitches, but his eyes open slowly and blink blearily at James.
"Now, unless you want me to visit your home and show your husband what a slut you are, you're going to agree to come to my house every day from 7 to 6 and allow me to do whatever I want to you."
Sol moans senselessly. James assumes it to be an affirmative.
"P-please," he mutters quietly, "he'll think I'm cheating."
"You are cheating," James counters cruelly. Sol, the gentle man he is, only winces and looks away shamefully. Even though James had forced himself onto the old man and fucked him repeatedly despite his many protestations, James knows he still feels guilty for this, for allowing himself to be used like this, for being so weak and frail and shy. James's cock hardens at the thought.
"I'm sorry," Sol whispers.
"It's way too late to be sorry," James sneers. "Now, get up and sit yourself on my cock. We're not done here yet."
Sol moans but makes no attempt to move. James quickly retaliates by wrapping his hand around the old man's reddening cock and forcing another orgasm from the frail man. He then grabs Sol's sculpted, muscled waist and perches him on his cock.
"This is where you belong," James says, watching lustfully as Sol actually sobs in pleasure. "You utter slut."