it was a nice arrangement. Bob Jarrold was a good border cop, and respected for his hardhitting muscularity, hands-on policing and a sixth sense on when and where to stop and search. He also got a hefty paycheck each month from Roberto Nunez on the other side
the trick was to balance his intelligence. His colleagues could not be allowed to suspect they had a mole in their ranks. Whilst Nunez always wanted to minimise his losses. It was a fine line to walk, and when he blew the whistle on a truckload of drugs crossing at San Ysidro Nunez was furious. He was called to the ranch, and he duly showed up. He knew he was in for a bollocking, but he'd always schmoozed his way out before with the promise of good behaviour for a month or so
Nunez was not buying it this time, and never even went out to meet him. The whip was cracking down on his rippling back in the hot yard before he knew it. The cameras were trained on him, relaying HD images to three 54 inch screens in the lounge, as the guys poured drinks and watched
`I've always wanted to see this guy take it` said Rodriguez
`Yeah, he had it coming to him` said another. One or two said they wanted it on dvd
The lights were dimmed and the curtains hummed and closed. The screens gave out the only light, and the clean hard crack of the whip landing on heavyweight muscularity was the only noise in the lounge. Soon, trouser flies were being unzipped, and Mexican cocks were rearing up for release. Jarrold was grunting, and the smell of cock started to permeate the room
`How many he had?` asked Javier
`Forty` said Nunez, whose eyes were glued to the central screen. He said something into his mobile. A young muscular good-looking guy came in, shirtless, in smart black pants and barefooted. Without a word he kneeled down, took out Nunez' cock and started to suck it. Some of the guys looked at him rather than the screens, and as Jarrold's groans got louder they shot their muck into tissues taken from boxes on a large coffee table. They laid back and watched, as Jarrold's physique got welted in the blazing afternoon sun. One by one, the guys shot their load
Javier spoke on his cellphone, and said `He's had eighty-five boss`
Nunez said `Carry on Javier` The order was given, and the men watched
`It's not making much of a dent on him, I'll give him that` said one
`He's loving it` said Nunez `the perverted .. bastard`. The last word trailed away into a whisper. He was convulsing in his armchair, and the young guy could be heard swallowing. Nunez laid back and watched for another minute or so, then nodded at Javier. Javier spoke into his phone, and shortly after that the whipmaster threw his whip aside
Jarrold was released by a couple of ranchhands. One smacked his face around first, and the other punched him in the guts a couple of times. The whipmaster handed him a mobile. Jarrold listened, then said `Yeah boss, I got the message. Lesson learned. See you next month`
he picked up the remains of his shirt and walked over to his car, knowing his big whipped back was on the cameras. He opened the car door and sprawled for a few moments on it, head down, shirtless, whipped and sweating. His leg was cocked on the sill, showing a clear erection in his dark blue pants. The big muscled cop had taken his punishment, and Nunez knew he was his forever. He pushed his young muscular boyfriend back down on his cock.
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