The Smuggler

I nodded confidently as I placed his belongings in a
neat pile on the corner of my desk. "Now the underwear."

"You can't do this," Joey protested.

"Oh, I believe I can. I've already given you your
options. Are you saying you'd prefer I call the police?"

Joey's eyes dropped to the floor as he slid a hand down
the front of his jockey shorts and brought out a plastic bag
containing as small amount of pot. Handing the bag to me he
let loose a deep sigh of defeat. "I think this is what
you're looking for."

I took the bag of pot. "Is this all?"

"I swear, man," Joey insisted, "that's it."

"Maybe so," I said doubtfully, "but you can understand
if I don't take you at your word. There's only one way I can
be sure you're telling me the truth."

Embarrassed and disgusted, Joey pulled off his underwear
and laid them with the rest of his cloths. "Satisfied?" he
blurted out, standing before me completely naked. "Can I get
dressed now?"

I was convinced the moment he handed me the bag of pot
that he was telling me the truth. It was the rosy tint in
his cheeks and the nervous, frustrated movements of his arms
that had encouraged me to further humiliate him. I couldn't
deny I was enjoying myself. I owned his sweet, young ass and
we both knew it.

Joey was almost whimpering, pleading with me to believe
him and allow him to get dressed.

"The sooner you cooperate, the sooner we can both put
this ordeal behind us," I said, attempting to sound
sympathetic.

"I have cooperated," Joey insisted. "I've done
everything you've asked me to do. I'm standing here naked,
what else do you want from me?"

Joey's eyes bugged out as he watched me slip my hands
into a pair of rubber surgical gloves. I rose from my chair,
hoping my erection wouldn't be too obvious, and went around
my desk.

"This is weird," retorted Joey. "There's no way I'm
gonna go through with this." He reached for his cloths.

"That's fine with me, Joey. I already have enough
evidence. One call to the police and you're gonna find
yourself in jail. You'd better remember too, you're past
eighteen. You won't be going to detention. They'll lock you
up with the big boys."

"Fuck!" shrieked Joey. "This is bullshit. This doesn't
have anything to do with drugs. If you were going to call
the cops you would have already called them. You want a
piece of my ass. That's what this is really about, isn't
it?"

I just grinned and leaned back against the wall. Joey
put his cloths back on my desk. "What do you want me to do?"

"Turn around and spread your legs. Bend over and put
you hands on your knees.

Joey did exactly as he was told. I sat down in a chair
and scooted up behind him. I stared out at his beautiful,
ivory ass. The sight of him made my mouth water with
anticipation. I was about to break a rule that I'd lived by
for twenty years, but then Joey wasn't you're typical
student. He looked like a kid, but he was a few months away
from being twenty years old. He could have walked out of my
office anytime he felt like it, but he'd stayed. Why? I
came to the conclusion he liked being dominated. It turned
him on.

For his small size, Joey possessed a rather sizable
cock. I took the semi-erect shaft in my hand and retracted
the thick foreskin hood to reveal his spongy knob. Joey said
nothing. He didn't have to. The slight trembling of his
thighs said it all.

Releasing the flexible flap of male flesh I watched as
it slowly molded itself to the helmet-shaped contour of his
cock's plump, round head. Immediately I focused my attention
on his huge, dangling ball sac, fondling the pouch rather
feverishly.

I admired the narrow band of coarse, dark hair
sprouting out to the crack of his firm young ass. Joey
tilted his head back and stared straight up at the ceiling.
There was no mistaking the fact that he found my feather-
light touch pleasing. I could see in his expression a sense
of deep concentration as he struggled to resist the
temptation to succumb to the immense delight beginning to
pulse through his impressive cock.

After applying a generous amount of lubricant to a
gloved finger, I eased the slipper digit between his
smoldering butt cheeks and felt him tense up at the
sensation. "Relax," I said, softly tightening my fingers
around his expanding cock. Slowly I eased my finger into his
anal opening.

A glint of discomfort formed on Joey's wrinkled brow.
I sought out his prostate and applied a fair amount of
pressure, stroking his hidden reservoir of male passion. His
cock instantly stiffened in my grip. His foreskin rolled
back and a shimmering drop of pre-cum emerged from his
pisshole.

Joey bent over, grabbing his ankles. I eased a second
finger into his tight asshole. He moaned softly in response
to the increased pressure. His knuckles turned white as he
tightened his fingers around his ankles. "You like that,
don't you? You've gotten quite a hard-on."