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I fought the law and the law won	By : ginseng Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 1510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn't happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories. I do not know any of the members of Slipknot.

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Title: I fought the law and the law won
Author: Ginseng
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It didn’t happen. This fiction in no way represents the people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories. I do not own the members of Slipknot.

Joey’s POV

I hadn’t seen a car or a house for miles on that deserted countryside road. I wondered why the hell the traffic police patrolled a road like that. I cursed silently to myself and pulled over. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I wasn’t driving too fast and I hadn’t been drinking. The cop parked his large, black motorcycle a good distance behind my car. He dismounted, took off his white helmet and placed it on the seat of the heavy machine.

The bike suited its owner. The police officer was huge. I watched him in my rearview mirror. He wore a black uniform, with a white stripe down the sides of the pants. The shirt had short sleeves that exposed his muscular upper arms. It looked like he was tattooed but it was kind of hard to tell since he was so far away. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes. It was so typical those fascist cops, anything to look commanding. His black motorcycle-boots shined in the summer sun. He walked with great poise and a lot of self-confidence. The nightstick swayed at his side, hitting his burly thigh every time he put his right foot forward.

He put his outsized hand on the roof of my car. His waist was in my immediate field of vision. I couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of his belt. It held a large, black gun, handcuffs and what looked like a Swiss army knife. He bent down and tapped on the window. I rolled it down, slowly.

“What seems to be the problem, officer?” I smiled my most charming smile and looked up at the enormous police man.

“License and registration, please.” The last word sounded more like a threat than a courtesy.

I went for the registration that I kept in the glove compartment. I could almost feel his stare on my exposed butt. I handed him the papers. He walked back to his vehicle. He wore his long, black hair in a neatly made braid that reached far down his broad back. The sound of his heavy boots on the warm tarmac echoed in the lonely road. I glanced in the mirror. He had taken out his gun, holding it steady with both his hands. He stood a couple of feet away pointing at me with his weapon.

“Step out of the car. Hands where I can see them!” His voice was stern.

I opened the door slowly. My heart was beating fast. My contempt for cops was deeply rooted. I hadn’t done anything wrong; still he treated me like a criminal. He grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me onto the front of the car.

“Hands on the hood. Feet apart.”

Starting out at my armpits he began to frisk me. Strong, large hands felt their way down my sides, drifting along my legs. He felt his way around my ankles, checking to see if I had any concealed weapons hidden in my socks. He could almost reach around my calf with his long fingers. He passed my knees and I had big problems keeping my breath regular. The further he went, the softer his touch became. He brushed over my groin. Without a word he took my hands and forced them behind my back. The cold metal of the handcuffs felt amazing against my hot skin. Two clicks and I were restrained. He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me closer to his chest.

“I’ve looked you up. You have a history of violence and need to be controlled. I know your kind. I will make you heel.”

A rough hand pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my back. The way he traced his fingertip softy down my spine contrasted with his words. Something cold and sharp against my neck. I breathed in and held my breath as he cut the black fabric off my upper body. A massive hand on my neck pressed me down on the hood of my car. The metal felt hot against my naked skin. Muscular legs forcing my hard on down on the car, making me grown. His weight and length were immense, hovering over me, making me shiver.

“Stay!” He commanded, with his soft lips close to my ear.

He walked away, a minute or two passed. I had no idea of what he was doing. I turned my head, looking to my left, nothing but the road and silent trees. I raised myself up off the car. A dull pain in the lower part of my back. He had hit me with the nightstick, not very hard, but hard enough to leave a bruise.

“I told you not to move!”

It was hard to believe that he had managed to sneak back without me hearing it. I thought a big guy like that would have made a lot of noise. He took a good hold of my hair, jerked me off the car and threw me down on the ground. I lay still, trying hard not to provoke him. I curled up on my side and l closed my eyes. I heard him pace the asphalt.

“What shall I do with you? Can’t have you disobeying me like that. You should do as you’re told. Now I have to punish you.”

His heavy footsteps stopped right in front of me. Lifting me by the handcuffs, he brought me to my feet. His face close to mine as he took of his dark glasses and revealed his eyes. They burned with cold determination.

“You’re hopeless! I don’t know what else to do with you… Bend over!”

I conformed. A steady hand snaked around my waist, unbuckled my belt and tore my pants open. He yanked down my jeans and boxers down to my feet. Heart beat fast and I panted. My breath and the warm metal of the hood made me flush more than usual. I loved the clinging noise of his belt buckle. It was soon followed by the smaller sound of his zipper in his uniform pants. I rubbed my wanting flesh against the car, desperate for friction, but then I realized that my car probably wasn’t the cleanest surface in the world so I stopped. I was dying for his touch. He stood close and spread my legs apart by kicking me with his heavy boot.

I hadn’t expected the consideration of him preparing me and was surprised when he entered me with an index finger. I recognized the familiar cold sensation of my favorite fragrance free lube. Two fingers inside, stretching me. I moaned. He slammed my head down.

“Shut up you little bitch!”

I had kind of known that he would react like that. He never approved of any display of pleasure too early on. But it was so good and I was always impatient for more. He pulled out his fingers and a sharp pain flashed up my spine as he entered me. The fact that we might be spotted by a car driving by added to the excitement. I tried my hardest to relax my muscles, enabling him to penetrate me completely. The way he sighed made me smile.

He began to fuck me. Long, hard strokes, increasing his speed gradually.

“Shit, you’re so tight. I’m gonna make you hurt!” He growled.

The tip of his black braid brushed over my back as he leaned in for leverage. Hard thrusts made me whimper. I couldn’t hold back. I needed him badly.

“Please… Touch me… Mick!”

“Joey!”

I could tell he was disappointed of me breaking character.

”Mick! Honey! Pretty please with sugar on top. TOUCH ME!”

He gave up and stopped being a cop.

“Honey, you want me to touch you?” His voice sticky sweet. “Like this?”

He folded his long fingers around my arousal, stroked me maybe twice and then he let me go. He was completely still, the only movement was me shivering in anticipation.

“Yesss….” I hissed.

I was in such acute need for release that my knees buckled underneath me. Mick hoisted me up and changed his angle slightly, hitting my sweet spot dead on.

“Mick…” I sobbed, not sure I could take any more.

“You want me to fuck you, Joey? You want me to take you over the top? To make you come?”

“Mick, please, I need you. Now.”

Finally he wrapped his strong fingers around me.

“Oh my God! Mick! Good. So good…” I tried to voice my appreciation.

He took me close within seconds, slamming my smaller body against the car. Mick’s growl echoed in the quiet forest when he came. I loved his animalistic way of showing me how much he loved me. So raw and powerful.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Mick tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. I turned to face him and kissed him affectionately.

“I’m perfect. Just perfect.”

Mick unlocked the handcuffs. He reached into my car through the opened window, took out the baby wipes and began to clean the both of us off.

“Mick! Don’t!” I protested as he threw the wipes on the ground. “Don’t pollute!”

I picked them up and put them in a plastic bag in my car. Mick took off the cop-shirt. I saw my chance and stroked his splendid upper body, leaning my head against his chest.

“I wish I could ride back with you. Sitting behind you, arms around you waist.”

“Baby, I’m not sure if I would have let you, even if you hadn’t your car. You’d probably fall asleep and get us into an accident,”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I giggled.

Mick put on a plain black t-shirt and put the belt with the nightstick and the gun in the backseat of my car. After all, impersonating an officer of the law was illegal. But on the other hand, so was fucking in public. Mick walked back to his motorcycle.

“Hey!” I shouted. “Let’s meet back at the supermarket. Okay?”

“Okay.” He answered before he put his helmet on.

He kick-started the bike and drove off to further adventures, like grocery shopping.

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