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The flash of red and blue in his rearview mirror made Derek Hale's stomach drop. "Shit," he muttered, slamming a hand against the steering wheel of his black Camaro. He'd had one too many at the bar, just enough to feel warm and loose, and now he was running late to meet his boyfriend Jackson for dinner. One more ticket would absolutely mean a suspended license. With a resigned sigh, he pulled onto the gravel shoulder of the deserted Beacon Hills back road. He checked his reflection in the mirror—dark hair a little tousled, jaw tight with stress. He smoothed his fitted black Henley and ran a hand through his hair. The officer was taking his time, probably running the plates. Derek popped a mint, hoping to mask the scent of whiskey. Finally, a knock on the window. Derek rolled it down and looked up. And froze.
The man leaning down was not what he expected from a county deputy. He was tall, lean, but visibly muscular under the uniform shirt, which strained slightly across his shoulders. He had a mischievous glint in his warm, honey-brown eyes, a trimmed beard framing a smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face. He looked more like a rogue fitness model playing dress-up than a cop.
"License and registration," the officer said, his voice a dry, slightly sarcastic drawl.
Derek fumbled in his glove compartment, handing the documents over without a word. His fingers brushed the deputy's, and he felt a stupid, unwelcome jolt.
The officer glanced at the license, then let his eyes drift slowly, pointedly, around the interior of the car. They lingered on the empty passenger seat, then swept back to Derek.
"In a hurry tonight, Mr Hale? Or just enjoying the scenery a little too fast?" the deputy asked, his tone deceptively light. His gaze was sharp, missing nothing.
"Just... running late, my boyfriend is waiting for me", Derek managed, hearing the slight thickness in his own voice.
The deputy's eyebrow arched. "Is that so? Step out of the car, please."
Derek's heart hammered against his ribs. "Officer, please, I can't afford—"
"Out of the car. Now." The playful tone vanished, replaced by steel. "Or I'll add resisting to the speeding and suspected DUI."
Swallowing hard, Derek opened the door and stepped out, the cool night air hitting him. He stood a few inches shorter than the deputy, feeling exposed under the scrutiny of those intelligent eyes. The deputy circled him slowly, a predator assessing prey.
"How's your balance, Mr Hale? Let's see." He ran Derek through a few perfunctory field tests. Derek passed, his coordination fine, but the deputy frowned throughout, a performance designed to unsettle. "Turn around. Face the car. Hands on the hood, feet apart."
"Are you serious?" Derek spat, indignation flaring.
The deputy stepped into his space, the scent of soap and leather filling Derek's senses. "Do I look like I'm joking? Turn. Around."
Teeth clenched, Derek obeyed. The position bent him over the cool metal of his Camaro's hood. He felt his jeans grow taut, and he knew without looking that the fabric was straining over the curve of his ass—an ass that was fat, perfect, round, and huge, the kind that turned heads and filled out jeans like they were painted on. It was a point of pride and, right now, a point of vulnerability under the deputy's hungry gaze.
He heard a low, appreciative hum from behind him. "Damn," the deputy breathed, the word barely audible. A large, warm hand landed on the small of Derek's back, then smoothed down over the denim-clad swell. "You work hard for this, Hale? It's a masterpiece—fat and juicy, so round it's begging to be grabbed, perfect curves that could make a man lose his mind. And huge, fuck, it's like two goddamn pillows stuffed in those jeans."
Derek shuddered, humiliation and a traitorous thread of arousal twisting together in his gut. The hand continued its exploration, squeezing, kneading the generous flesh with rough, possessive grips that sent jolts straight to Derek's core. The deputy groped shamelessly, fingers digging into the plump mounds, spreading them slightly even through the fabric, testing their give. Then a sharp, stinging crack echoed in the quiet night. A spank. Heat bloomed on his cheek through the jeans, spreading like wildfire. Another followed, harder, the impact making the fat jiggle under the deputy's palm. "Look at that bounce," the deputy chuckled darkly. "This ass was made to be punished."
"Spread your legs," the deputy ordered, his voice husky with raw hunger.
Derek complied, his breath coming faster, shame burning in his cheeks as he exposed himself further. The deputy moved between his splayed legs, his own body pressing close. Derek could feel the hard, unmistakable ridge of the deputy's erection against him, massive even through the layers of uniform trousers—a thick, throbbing monster that promised to wreck him. The size of it made Derek's mouth go dry, his mind reeling at how enormous it felt grinding against his huge ass.
"I should take you in," the deputy murmured, his lips close to Derek's ear, hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "But that's a lot of paperwork. And you seem... deeply sorry for your crimes. Running late to that boyfriend of yours after knocking back drinks at the bar? Bet he doesn't know what a needy little speed demon you are." His hands slid around to Derek's front, popping the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down with deliberate slowness. "Maybe we can find an alternative form of community service. Something to teach you a real lesson."
Cool air hit Derek's skin as his jeans and boxers were tugged down to his thighs in one rough yank. He gasped, exposed and trembling, his fat, round ass on full display in the night air, the huge cheeks parting slightly from the motion. The deputy let out a low whistle, his thumbs parting those perfect globes wider, exposing the hairy, untouched hole nestled between them. "Fuck, look at this furry little pussy," the deputy groaned, his voice dripping with filthy appreciation. "Hairy as hell, just how I like it—wild and untouched. Bet no one's ever worshipped this furry ass like it deserved before, huh? Not that boyfriend of yours. He probably doesn't even know what he's missing."
Before Derek could process the words, the deputy dropped to his knees behind him. Strong hands gripped the huge cheeks, spreading them wide, kneading the fat flesh as he buried his face between them. A hot, wet tongue swiped directly over Derek's tight, hairy hole, lapping at the coarse hairs and sensitive skin with broad, hungry strokes. Derek jolted, a shocked cry torn from his throat. No one had ever—his boyfriend certainly never—touched him there, let alone devoured him like this. The deputy rimmed him with relentless, filthy expertise, his tongue probing deeper, swirling around the puckered entrance, sucking and nibbling at the hairy rim.
"Taste so fucking good," he growled against the skin, the vibration making Derek's knees buckle. "This hairy hole's clenching for me already, like it's starving. You're dripping wet back here, aren't you? Bet you didn't know your fat ass could feel this good." He alternated between long, slow licks that flattened his tongue over the entire furry area and pointed thrusts that breached the tight ring just enough to tease. Spanks rained down intermittently—sharp, stinging slaps to each huge cheek, making them redden and jiggle, the pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of the rimming. "Take it, you speeding slut," the deputy taunted between licks. "Wiggle that huge, perfect ass back on my tongue. Show me how much you love getting eaten out like the speedy whore you are."
Derek pushed back instinctively, a low moan escaping him despite the humiliation, his body betraying him as arousal coiled tight in his gut. The sensation was foreign, invasive, and shamefully addictive—the wet heat, the probing pressure, the way the deputy's beard scratched against his sensitive skin, heightening every nasty lick.
The deputy pulled back with a wet, obscene sound and delivered another barrage of spanks, harder this time, the cracks echoing like thunder as heat bloomed across Derek's huge, round cheeks. "Eager, aren't you? Didn't take you for a slut, but here we are, your fat ass quivering for more." He stood, and the sound of a belt buckle and zipper followed, the metallic rasp cutting through the night. Derek dared a glance back, and his eyes widened. The deputy's cock was freed, thick as a wrist, long and heavy, jutting out impressively like a weapon—easily ten inches of veined, throbbing girth, the biggest Derek had ever seen, let alone imagined taking. The head was flushed and wet with precum, beading at the slit, and Derek felt a pulse of pure, unadulterated fear mixed with desperate want.
“Open,” the deputy commanded, stepping to the side, his massive cock bobbing menacingly.
When Derek hesitated, frozen in place with his jeans around his thighs and his body still bent slightly over the hood, a hand fisted roughly in his dark hair. The deputy yanked hard, forcing Derek to straighten up and spin around, then shoved him down with brutal efficiency. Derek's knees hit the gravel shoulder of the road with a painful crunch, the sharp stones digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his pants as he was made to kneel right there on the deserted back road, face-to-face with the deputy's enormous, throbbing cock. The position was humiliating, exposed under the flashing lights of the cruiser, his huge ass still bare and stinging from the spanks, now pressed back against his heels. "I said. Open. Or I'll make this hurt more than it already will."
The tip pressed against Derek’s lips, hot and insistent. He opened his mouth, and the deputy fed him an inch, then two, then more, the girth stretching his jaw to its limit until Derek was choking, tears springing to his eyes as he struggled to accommodate the massive intrusion. The deputy’s cock filled his mouth completely, the salty taste of skin and precum overwhelming, the veins pulsing against his tongue.
"Look at you," the deputy taunted, his voice rough with lust as he gripped Derek's hair tighter. "Pretty boy like you, late for a date with your boyfriend, gagging on a deputy's huge cock on the side of the road. You love this, don't you? Choking like a desperate slut, tears running down your face because you can't handle how big I am. Bet your throat's never been stretched like this—fuck, you're crying already, and I'm not even halfway in." He fucked Derek's mouth with slow, brutal thrusts, holding his head in place, forcing him to take more with each push, the head hitting the back of his throat and making him gag wetly. Tears streamed down Derek's cheeks, his nose running, body heaving as he choked around the enormous length, but the deputy just laughed lowly. "That's it, cry for me, pretty boy. Suck it harder—show me how sorry you are for speeding. Has your boyfriend ever made you choke like this? Nah, didn't think so. You're mine to break right now." He thrust deeper, hips snapping forward, making Derek's throat convulse around him, saliva dripping down his chin in messy strings. The taunts kept coming, relentless and nasty: "Gag on it, you filthy speeder. Look at those tears—bet you're hard as a rock from this humiliation. Yeah, that's right, choke harder, take every fat inch down your whorish throat." Just when Derek felt his throat relax into the invasion, the deputy pulled out with a wet pop, leaving him gasping, coughing, and wet-chinned, his face a mess of tears and drool.
"C'mon you hairy bitch, time for the main event," the deputy growled, fisting his hand in Derek's hair once more and yanking him roughly to his feet. Derek stumbled up on wobbling legs, gravel crunching underfoot, before the deputy spun him around and shoved him forward, bending him back over the cool hood of the Camaro with a forceful push that splayed his huge, fat ass out invitingly again. Derek's cheek pressed against the metal, his breath fogging it slightly as he braced himself, heart pounding. The deputy poured something slick and cool between Derek’s cheeks—lube from his pocket, cold and shocking against the heated skin—letting it drip down over the hairy, puckered hole. But instead of positioning his cock right away, the deputy teased a thick finger against the entrance, circling the tight ring before pushing in slowly, breaching the virgin tightness for the first time.
Derek gasped, his body tensing at the unfamiliar intrusion, a reluctant moan escaping as the finger sank deeper, the burn of the stretch mixing with a strange, building pleasure. "Fuck, listen to that," the deputy mocked, his tone laced with sadistic praise as he twisted the digit inside, feeling the walls clench around him. "So tight and greedy—look at this hairy hole opening up for me like a good little slut. You're taking it so well for your first time, pretty boy, sucking my finger right in. Bet I could work you open enough to fist this perfect, fat ass if I wanted, stretch it wide and make you beg for more." He added a second finger, scissoring them roughly, the slick sounds obscene in the night air, and Derek moaned again, reluctant and ragged, the pleasure-pain coiling hot in his gut as his body betrayed him, hips twitching back despite himself.
"Ever taken a cock up this ass before?" the deputy asked, thrusting his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made Derek's vision blur with sparks.
"No," Derek admitted through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse, face burning with shame.
The deputy chuckled darkly, adding a third finger now, stretching him wider, the burn intensifying but easing into something addictively good. "Not even your boyfriend's? He never shoved his dick in this tight, hairy heaven?"
"No," Derek gasped, another reluctant moan tearing out as the fingers pumped faster, opening him up relentlessly. "I've... I've always been the top."
The deputy's grin was pure sadistic glee, his free hand spanking one huge cheek hard enough to make it jiggle while he finger-fucked him harder. "Oh, that's perfect. You're gonna remember me forever after this, pretty boy—I'm the one who popped your cherry, ruined this virgin ass for good. No one's ever gonna fill you like I will." He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch, leaving Derek clenching around nothing, aching and empty, before positioning the broad head of his massive cock against Derek's loosened, wet, hairy entrance, rubbing it teasingly over the puckered hole. "This is gonna ruin you for anyone else. That huge, perfect ass of yours is about to get split open by my big dick—bet your boyfriend's never even dreamed of claiming this virgin territory."
The pressure was immense, a burning, stretching fullness that stole Derek's breath as the deputy pushed in with infinite, sadistic slowness, millimeter by millimeter, letting Derek's body fight to take the enormous girth. The stretch was agony, a white-hot spear of pain tearing through him, his hairy hole clenching futilely around the invading head. Derek sobbed into the hood of his car, tears mixing with the cool metal, his huge ass cheeks trembling as they were forced apart by the sheer size. "Fuck, you're tight," the deputy panted, his control fraying. "Take it. God, you're so fucking tight—an absolute virgin back here, clenching like you're trying to suck me in deeper. This fat, round ass is swallowing me whole, look at it jiggle with every inch."
He spanked again mid-thrust, the sharp pain making Derek cry out louder, his body arching involuntarily. "Cry all you want, slut—it's music to my ears. Your huge ass was made for this, wasn't it? Perfect and plump, begging to be fucked raw." Deeper he went, the burn intensifying, until he was fully sheathed, his hips flush against those massive cheeks, the deputy's balls pressing against Derek's skin. He stopped, letting Derek adjust, his own body shaking with the effort of holding still, but not before delivering a few more taunting spanks that left handprints on the reddened flesh.
Then he began to move, short, deep thrusts that lit a fire in Derek's nerves, the massive cock dragging against untouched spots inside him. The pain began to transmute, morphing into a deep, resonant pleasure that built from his core, waves of ecstasy radiating out with each punishing stroke. It was a sensation he'd never imagined, being filled so completely, so masterfully by something so huge, his virgin ass clenching greedily around it now.
The deputy leaned over him, one hand braced on the hood, the other reaching around to stroke Derek's neglected cock—but then he pulled back, smirking. "Nah, pretty boy. You're gonna cum just from this—from me wrecking your perfect, hairy virgin hole with my big cock. No hands for you." He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into him harder, each thrust jolting Derek forward against the car, the fat ass cheeks rippling with the impact. "Feel that? My huge dick is owning this fat, round ass—stretching you wider than you ever thought possible. You're moaning like a bitch in heat now, aren't you? Bet you didn't know bottoming could feel this nasty, this good. Your boyfriend's gonna wonder why you're walking funny tomorrow."
"You gonna come, pretty boy?" the deputy growled in his ear, his thrusts turning feral, slamming home with wet, obscene slaps. "Just from me fucking this perfect, huge ass? Come on. Show me how much you love being my roadside slut."
And Derek did. With a shattered cry, he came violently, untouched except for the relentless friction of that massive cock inside him, stripes of white painting his own car in thick ropes. The orgasm was earth-shattering, a revelation that tore through him like lightning, his body convulsing, ass clenching rhythmically around the invading girth in a vice that milked every drop of pleasure from him. He hadn't known—hadn't even suspected that it could feel like this, this overwhelming rush that shattered his world, opening up a new realm of filthy, thrilling ecstasy he'd never explored.
His convulsing tightness pushed the deputy over the edge. With a final, guttural shout, he buried himself to the hilt and came, pumping his release deep inside Derek in hot, endless pulses, flooding the virgin passage with thick, nasty spurts that overflowed and dripped down Derek's thighs.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing in the dark. The deputy slowly pulled out, tucking himself away and righting his uniform with an unsettling nonchalance. Derek pushed himself up, his legs wobbling, and hurriedly pulled his clothes back into some semblance of order. He felt raw, used, and utterly, profoundly changed—his ass throbbing, stretched and leaking, a constant reminder of the new world that had just been forced open for him.
The deputy nodded toward the driver's seat, his cop-face back in place, only the satisfied gleam in his eyes betraying what had happened. "Drive safe, Mr Hale. And maybe slow down. You never know what you might run into."
Derek slid into his car, hands trembling on the wheel. He watched in the rearview as the deputy tipped his hat, a ghost of that smirk on his lips, before turning back to his cruiser. As Derek pulled onto the road, the dinner with Jackson completely forgotten, only one thought echoed in his mind, a terrifying and exhilarating truth: I didn't know. I didn't know any of it could feel like that. The world had just gotten much larger and much more dangerous.