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Jungkook is driving home one evening after a late afternoon of studying at the library. He only got his permit recently so he's still a bit nervous when he drives. It doesn't help that his boyfriend told him to wear a plug today that keeps vibrating randomly. There aren't many cars on the road but he still checks his blind spots, remembers to indicate and drives at the pace of a tortoise.
So naturally, he's surprised when an officer pulls him over.
The man in uniform approaches his window slowly and Jungkook's heart hammers faster inside his chest with every heavy step of the officer's boots. Although he's certain he's done nothing wrong, his hands start to sweat against the steering wheel. This is the first time he's ever been pulled over. His nervousness makes him look guilty before he even rolls down his window and the cop points a blinding flashlight at his face.
"License and registration."
"Um, yes, uh," Jungkook fumbles to switch the light on inside his car so he can find his things.
After locating them with a shaky hand, he turns back to the officer whose face he finally sees properly in the light from the car.
He freezes, papers in hand, as he takes in the man's playful expression.
He doesn't expect the officer to be so young, nor so attractive. They could easily be the same age but the officer has a confidence about him, a self-assurance that Jungkook feels he himself still needs to grow into. He has a lazy half-smile on his face and the clearest skin Jungkook has ever seen. His badge reads Officer Park Jimin.
"You good?" He asks Jungkook, open hand waiting for Jungkook's documents.
Jungkook blinks himself out of his stupor. "Oh. Yes. Here you go, Sir."
The policeman takes the document and only looks up at Jungkook when he hears the "Sir."
"Have you been drinking, kid?"
"N-no. No Sir, I would n- I'd never drink and dr-" Jungkook realizes his flushed face is not supporting his claim of sobriety.
"Will you please step out of the car."
The blood drains from Jungkook's face and he tries to tell himself it's just procedure. He's not being suspected of anything, there's nothing to be nervous about. But still, his palms sweat and his heart thumps and he clenched reflexively around the intrusion inside him.
The handsome police officer makes him blow into a little device. It beeps and the officer frowns at whatever he sees. Next he makes Jungkook walk one foot in front of the other in a straight line. It would be fine if Jungkook wasn't so damn nervous and it would certainly be a lot easier if he didn't have a vibrator up his ass. A vibrator that chooses to go off at that moment, causing him to lose balance and stumble off the line.
The cop tsks, shaking his head, hands on his hips.
"I'm gonna have to take you in buddy. How old are you, like 18?"
"No, I'm-" but the officer cuts him off.
"Listen I'll let you give your mom a call now. So she can pick you up by the time we get there, okay?"
"Uh, my parents aren't really…"
"Okay, who do you have? An aunt?"
"M-my boyfriend. He's older," Jungkook says, averting his eyes as the policeman seems to suddenly take an interest in Jungkook's face.
But then it looks like he shrugs the curiosity off.
"Okay. Make it quick."
Jungkook presses the speed dial and Namjoon answers on the second ring.
"Kookie, baby, are you on your way home?"
Jungkook's voice is small and wobbly. "Hi Daddy."
The officer's eyebrows shoot up so high that they disappear into his hairline.
"I've got a bit of a problem. No no I'm fine, I'm alright I'm not hurt, it's just…"
The policeman is openly staring at him, as Jungkook explains to his boyfriend what just happened, leaving out unnecessary details like how the police officer made him blush so he looked drunk.
"Why couldn't you walk in a straight line sweetheart?" Namjoon asks.
"Daddy," Jungkook whines through gritted teeth, embarrassed. "You know why!"
Namjoon hums thoughtfully through the phone. "You're not really intoxicated, are you, baby boy?"
"No I'm not! I swear I'm not!" Jungkook whines again. He wishes he could take the plug out because it's got him feeling hyper horny and not as lucid as he'd like to be but he has to wait until he gets home. "Can you talk to him for me, Daddy? Please?"
"I'm sorry baby. I don't think that's gonna help. Cooperate with the policeman, alright? Do whatever he says, and it'll be fine. Don't panic. I'll see you at the station."
Jungkook bites his lip, toeing at the ground with his clunky sneaker. "I'm not in trouble, am I Daddy?"
There's a short pause. "We'll see."
"But I didn't do anything wrong!"
"I said we'll see."
When he hangs up, Jungkook notices that the policeman is looking at him like he wants to eat him.
"Turn around. Hands on the roof."
Jungkook obeys quickly.
The policeman begins to pat him down, starting at his shoulders and making his way down Jungkook's sides, down the outside of his legs and back up the insides. Jungkook tries not to squirm and tries even harder not to get a boner. The plug is always pressed against his prostate so it's very difficult when coupled with the hands of a handsome uniformed man groping him.
The officer finally stops and Jungkook lets out a small breath that he had been holding. He snatches up both of Jungkook's arms and pulls them behind him, binding them together with the snap of metal handcuffs.
Just then, the plug decides to switch on at its highest strength, vibrating loud enough to be heard outside on the quiet road at night. It takes all Jungkook's strength not to buck wildly or collapse to the floor from jelly legs.
"You gonna answer that?" The officer asks and Jungkook realizes that he thinks it's his cellphone.
He must be joking because Jungkook can't get to his cellphone with his hands in cuffs.
The policeman chuckles at his own joke and then reaches into Jungkook's pocket, narrowly missing the boy's raging boner, and pulls out the phone. He frowns, perplexed, at the cellphone that isn't ringing.
The humming is still audible, loud and distinct and the officer suddenly grabs Jungkook by the scruff of his shirt, mouth against his ear as a threat that Jungkook's aroused body interprets as sexual. "Do you have a weapon on you?"
"No- no sir, I promise."
"Only liars perspire like that. Are you gonna tell me where it is or do I have to search you again?"
"Sir I swear. I- there's no weapon."
"Then what the fuck is that sound?"
Jungkook is too frightened to think up a lie. "I promise Officer, I don't have anything like th-that."
The policeman leads Jungkook around to the other side of the car, away from the road, where the car will hide them.
"I don't care if you look as harmless as a hamster, kid. Weird shit happens on this job," he says, and then pushes Jungkook's shoulders down, bending him over the hood of the car.
He pats him down again, top to bottom, grabbing Jungkook's thighs and calves tighter this time, thoroughly checking for anything out of the ordinary. His shoe nudges Jungkook's feet apart to spread his legs, and he searches again. The buzzing stops and then continues. Stops again. And continues in short bursts and Jungkook's body feels like it's going to burst into flames.
"Jumpy, aren't you?" The officer comments, and Jungkook is confused. He thought he was being quite still.
Finding nothing, the policeman moves to the boy's top half and slips his hand beneath the shirt, fingers roaming the expanse of his back. The vibrations thankfully give him some respite now so he uses the time to try and get his mind in order and hormones under control.
The officer slips his fingers under Jungkook's torso next, between his stomach and the car and although it's a fleeting touch, the barest grazing of a palm, Jungkook squirms and wriggles. All it does is give the cop more reason to believe that he's trying to hide something.
"Seriously kid. Give it up. What are you hiding? This will be a lot easier for both of us if you just cooperate."
"I am Sir. I, you can search me again if you want."
He mentally slaps himself for his stupidity and lack of verbal filter. Maybe that's the wrong thing to say but he just wants to be groped again. The cop's hands felt so good and he's so handsome & right now Jungkook can hardly focus on anything aside from the full feeling of the plug inside him & the cuffs digging into his wrists as he wriggles.
What he doesn't expect is for the police officer to yank down his pants. He gasps, truly scared and embarrassed and horny like he's never been before. He's still got his underwear on, a thin piece of material protecting his humiliating secret.
The vibrator starts up again with a louder buzz, no longer concealed by his pants. The hours of torture to his prostate have now caught up with him and Jungkook can't handle it. He thrashes and kicks, unable to hold himself back from making the whiniest sounds he's ever made.
The policeman stares at the half naked boy writhing on the hood of the car, milky thighs trembling. And there's no mystery about it.
"You've got to be kidding me," he sighs, sounding somewhere between exasperated and in awe.
"Wait Sir, I- please don't"
But the cop is too mesmerized. He tugs the boy's underwear down and pulls his ass cheeks apart, swiftly and forcefully, revealing the boy's hole and the plug stuffed inside, to confirm what he already guessed. Jungkook is helpless to stop him, handcuffed and lying half on top of the car. The cop keeps his ass cheeks spread, and when the vibrator kicks to life again he whistles.
"Holy shit." And then suddenly he's yelling. "Yo Jung Hoseok! Come check this!"
The passenger car of the police car opens.
"This kid has a plug up his ass while he drivin'! It vibrating and shit."
A voice shouts back from inside the police car. "You fucking with me."
"Get your ass over here! Bring a flashlight!"
A man that looks like he just emerged from a manga, with the longest legs and the most symmetrical face, steps out of the car in shiny cop shoes with a flashlight, as requested.
Jungkook's cheek is pressed against the metal of the car but he can still see the cop walk over and his face scrunches when the officer aims the torch his way, blinding him but also revealing the way he's being examined by the first cop.
"Oh, fuck. He's pretty," this new cop, Hoseok, says.
"We got ourselves a little bottom bitch, Hyung," Jimin grins.
Tears fall from Jungkook's eyes onto the car below him, making a tiny puddle. Not sad tears, but tears or humiliation and desperation, tears from being denied release for almost a whole day. "Officer, p-please just let me go."
"Let you go?" The cop gasps in astonishment. "This ass? Let this go?" He asks and he slaps it hard, making it jiggle prettily.
Hoseok hums, pleased. "Fuck that's pretty."
"Not a chance, little whore. Driving around with a thing like this up your ass? God, you must be really desperate for a good fucking huh?"
"No, I- Daddy said I have to."
"Daddy said?" Hoseok howls. "You really are a little twink bitch, aren't you?"
"Do you do everything your Daddy says, sweetie?" Jimin asks, caressing his ass softly as he talks, deceivingly gentle.
Jungkook feels his face growing warm."Y-yes. I-I'm a good boy."
Hoseok laughs even louder. "We got a good boy here Jiminie. A good boy in handcuffs."
"What a fucking pretty hole," Jimin says, running his fingers over it. There's still some lube around the edges, leaking around the plug, and Jimin gives it a harsh squelchy push. "You shave all this?" He asks, because Jungkook is so smooth everywhere and it's just too pretty.
Jungkook sobs, tears running down his face as the two officers fondle his ass with their flashlights shining right at his hole. hole sucking on the plug embarrassingly showing how eager he is. "M-my Daddy likes it."
"Oh I bet he does," Hoseok grins, massaging the boy's soft ass cheeks, grabbing handfuls of it and squeezing, just to see how supple it is.
The policemen are just playing with him now, like someone else's toy that they found at the playground.
Jimin pulls the end of the plug, just a little so that the widest part of it stretches the boy's rim lewdly, and then he pushes it back in. Over and over, Jimin thrusts the plug in and out, fucking the boy's hole and watching it swallow up the toy.
Meanwhile, Hoseok just plays with the boy's pretty ass cheeks, soft like pillows, squishing them and watching how they wobble around the toy being fucked into him. The vibrator kicks awake again with a loud buzz and Jungkook squeals, thrashing again as the Policeman holds it firmly inside him, wiggling it around a bit so that he can't escape the feeling. When it finally stops, Jungkook is panting against the hood of the car and his dick has leaked a bit onto the car as well. He can feel it.
"Does this thing have a remote or what?" Jimin asks
Jungkook is still trying to catch his breath and can't answer but Hoseok gives his bare ass a hard, stinging slap.
"Ow! I- My Daddy has it!" Jungkook whines, embarrassed. He tries to rub his sore ass but the handcuffs don't allow him to.
"Well then this is fuckin useless for us, ain't it Hyung?"
Jungkook flinches. "Mister Policeman, please, Sir, don't take it out. M-my Daddy said I have to stay plugged until I get home. He'll know."
Jimin scoffs.
"Your Daddy told you to listen to me, didn't he? So you're gonna be a good boy and listen, or there will be consequences."
Another tear slides down Jungkook's face. He doesn't take threats from policemen lightly, so he's nodding fast.
The plug is removed and streams of lube escape, sliding out of the boy's hole like he's getting wet for them. And the policeman grin at the pretty sight like it's a feast.
"Hyung, pass me your baton," Jimin says suddenly.
In the dark of the night, the torch light reflects off all the teeth in his wide grin.
Hoseok unclips the large black stick from his belt and a similar grin spreads across his face as he catches on.
"Fuck, Chim, you think he can take it?" Hoseok asks, passing the baton to Jimin who gives it a few preparatory circular swings in the air.
"If his Daddy trained him good," Jimin jokes. He pushes the tip of the baton between the boy's ass cheeks and gives it a small wiggle.
Jungkook spreads his legs and arches his back, pressing his ass back and up against it and both cops laugh.
"Fuck, he's eager for this stick. Told you he's a bottom bitch."
Jungkook sobs but doesn't stop presenting himself to the policemen.
The large black baton with its wide girth makes the boy's hole and ass look small in comparison, makes him look like a naked little doll on top of the car, about to be impaled on a stick that's far too big.
But Jimin keeps pushing the stick forward and the twink's small ass lets it in, lets it stretch his insides and force its way in.
It's almost halfway disappeared inside him when Jungkook yelps and moans and his feet kick wildly. "Ah ah ah, sir, please!"
Hoseok winces. "Chim, I don't think it can go more."
Jimin tilts his head to the side, holding the baton still as he analyzes the situation. "Just a little," he says, pushing the baton further in.
Jungkook screams.
The flashing blue police lights would deter anyone so the cops don't seem to care if he yells. In fact they encourage it and Jungkook feels more of the large stick enter him while he cries.
The cops continue to fuck him with the black baton, even as he begs and pleads.
They're both hard, Hoseok gently cupping his own boner over his pants, but both want to enjoy the deliciously wrong scene in front of them for a moment longer.
"Okay Chim move the fuck over. I'm gonna show this little bitch what a real cock feels like."
Jimin barely has a chance to fully pull the baton out before he's shoved aside by Hoseok who's unzipping his fly and pulling his cock out.
Instead of pushing inside, he grabs the boy by the narrow waist and pulls him backwards, forcing him onto onto his cock like a fuck toy. Jungkook has no way to stop himself from sliding backwards, so he merely cries out with a feminine squeak as he feels the policeman's cock spearing into him.
"How does it feel, bitch?"
Jungkook can only whimper. His nipples are forced to rub against the cold metal of the car, as is his cock. Nothing about it is comfortable but the feeling of being used like a bitch is enough to make him moan loudly.
"He likes it, Hyung, he just can't talk. Bet his Daddy taught him to just shut up and take it."
"How's your Daddy gonna feel if he finds you all plugged up with cum, hm? I bet he's gonna punish you. Bet he knows you're a little slut."
Jungkook is trembling on Hoseok's cock. He suffered so long with the vibrator and now these policemen are using him without a care for his pleasure. He kicks helplessly, his feet tangled up in his pants and the cop with the baton slaps it against his ass. "Ow!"
The cops love the way he cries. Love how he begs with his big sparkly eyes for them not to spank him again. The way he calls them sir with that adorably innocent tremor in his voice, as if it just broke.
"N-no Sir. I- I'm a good boy. I'm a-"
"You're a good little bitch. We know. Look how good you take it. Your Daddy's gonna believe us when we tell him you begged for it, tell him you whined and pleaded and cried for us to fuck you on the side of the road."
Hoseok lifts him off the car so that the other officer can make use of his mouth.
"Let's see if his Daddy trained his mouth as well," Jimin says, before shoving his cock into the boy's mouth.
It's nearly impossible for Jungkook to keep his balance with his hands behind his back but the cops keep him up, skewered on their cocks so he has no choice but to stay upright. The one in his throat is especially helpful for stopping him from falling over.
Only the toes of his shoes are touching the ground, the rest is held up by the cops between them as they fuck into him with pleased groans.
"God, what a delicious little bitch. Fucking stretched and ready. How did we get so lucky, Chim?"
"We'll send your Daddy a basket of muffins to thank him for lending us his cumdump. How does that sound, sweetheart?"
"Mm...ah! I'm not a cumdump!"
Hoseok cackles meanly. "Sure looks like it to me, whore."
And with that, Hoseok cums inside him with a deep groan of pleasure.
Jimin cums shortly after, spilling his cum down Jungkook's throat. And Jungkook swallows, because he wasn't lying when he told them he was a good boy.
They're forced to put the plug back in, not really sure what else to do with it and not wanting Hoseok's cum to leak out and make a mess in the back of the police car when they take the boy to the station. Jungkook finds himself tossed into the back seat of the police car, handcuffed, with his dick still painfully hard and a plug up his ass that is still vibrating at random intervals.
He squirms around with desperate need, whining and crying.
Using his forehead, he knocks on the glass that separates him from the front seats.
"Sir? Mister Policeman sir?"
Jimin and Hoseok turn to look at the pretty little criminal in their back seat.
"Please don't leave me like this, I need- please?" He can't finish the sentence but he knows that they know what he means.
They smile at each other, turn back to the road, and drive to the station, ignoring his needy whimpers and the buzz of the vibrator.
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The two policemen stroll into the back offices at the station, looking unbearably smug and chipper for so late at night.
The co-worker they're looking for is still at his desk, likely finishing up some last-minute work before going home. He's very dedicated.
Hoseok calls out to him.
"Hey! Joon!"
"What?"
"We arrested your pretty boyfriend. He's waiting in the back of your patrol car."