"The PLAN " - - An arrogant young motor cop establishes his dominance over the bubbas in his small town by bedding their girl friends and (even worse) yanking their driver's licenses. "The Plan" - with illustrations- will tell how the townsmen use bondage and the two items the cop considers symbols of his dominance- his bike and his boots- as tools in a planned ritual of humiliation. (An illustrated serial in several parts). MEMBERS: Click on the small pics illustrating scenes near the beginning and end of this episode for for full screen, downloadable color versions.

It was shortly after sunset. Officer Robert Malroy was patroling a rural county road when thought he recognized a dirty white panel truck that sped past his motorcycle, then cut sharply - disrespectfully - in front of him. Immediately, with a flick of his thumb, on came his big bike's blue lights and siren WHOOOP…..WHOOOP….WHOOP!

The truck slowed and stopped. Malroy pulled his bike in behind it . He killed his motor and sat for a moment thinking to himself, "I'm going to really enjoy this!" Then slowly, he swung a booted leg over the cycle to dismount. He began his customary slow, measured, professional approach to the driver's side window. When he got there, to his surprise, there seemed to be no one sitting at the steering wheel. Then, suddenly- BAM! His arms were grabbed from behind. His gloved hands pinned forcibly behind his back. In the dark, he hadn't noticed that two figures had snuck out the passenger side door and looped around behind him. The men's faces were covered with red bandanas, like outlaws from the wild west.

Malroy was caught totally off guard, but he was also powerful, and he almost succeeded in pulling his arms free, when he heard a familiar click and felt handcuffs being pinched tight around the glove leather on both his wrists. All he could do to resist was try and dig in with the heels of his patrol boots. That turned out to be not such a great move for the boot leather, since his captures simply dragged him forward, causing the mirror spit shine on the toes of both boots to gauge little furrows in the road side gravel. As they bent him over the hood of the truck, they kicked his feet together and they wrapped duct tape around his boots at the ankles. Malroy had been trying to keep his cool, to show no weakness, but when his captures pulled his big .357 Magnum from its holster, Malroy got mad.

"What the fuck do you think you're…." Was all he got the chance to say before he was gagged by a wad of something fuzzy stuffed into his mouth.

"How do you like the taste of my socks, , big fella?"asked the masked man who'd just gagged him, as he and his buddy manhandled Malroy's large body onto the seat of the truck. "As soon as we wheel that bike of yours into the back of this rig, we'll be on our way. We're so glad you could make it to our little pay back party."

After a few moments the two burly masked men slid onto the seat on either side of Malroy. He felt himself wedged in uncomfortably tight between them. The one on his left, the driver, forced a hand down between Malroy's legs and groped him asking, "They say you got a little boy's cock in there, Officer, Sir. Feels like to me that they may be right." Laughing, the man withdrew his hand and gently patted the young officer on his knee.

It was all part of "The Plan". A carefully worked out and rehearsed scenario hatched by a group of local townsmen who felt a strong need to even a score with Motor Officer Robert Malroy.

A few surprising facts about Motor Officer Malroy- He was the kind of a young man who most people noticed , even when not in uniform. Over six feet tall, powerfully built, blond, square jawed, you'd figure, this is a guy who has nothing to prove. But that's not the way Malroy acted. He seemed to be driven by some macho urge to establish himself as top-dog among all the other men in his small town. Some suspected that's way Malroy had talked his daddy (who happened to be chief of the town's five man police department) into letting him be the town's first and only motorcycle cop. One of only three cops in the little town, the 24-year-old Malroy had actually created the job for himself - with the help of the police chief who just happened to be his Daddy. Malroy had volunteered to pay for all necessary equipment , on condition that he be allowed to pick the exact gear he wanted, from his bike to his boots. He had designed his own uniform, which included tailored riding breeches with a blood red stripe down each leg, and $800 of his savings went to a certain midwestern riding boot maker for a pair of custom made patrol boots in top grade French calf leather.

Once he'd fully outfitted himself to look like his idea of a road warrior, Malroy added the biggest handgun he could find, and took to the road on a big black and white police bike, (bought used at a state auction.)

As a motor officer, it didn't take Malroy long to become a royal pain in the ass to about every male driver in town. He'd stop guys for every Mickey Mouse offense he could think of (and a few he just made up). He'd lecture the men he stopped, usually berate them, and always write them up. The local judge (actually Justice Of The Peace) was a first cousin, so most of his tickets stuck.

Malroy pulled over women drivers too, but he never seemed to write them up, especially if he noticed them admiring him from boots to helmet, which most did.

A lot of guys were jealous of Malroy, jealous of his good looks, his police power, his attraction to the ladies. They didn't appreciate the way he treated them or the money he was costing them with his rinky dink citations. Maybe that's why a rumor started to spread around the town's tavern that the reason this cop had to act so big and show off how he could dominate the other guys in town was that Malroy had one little area of inadequacy he was trying to compensate for. The story was that this tall blond had a seriously undersized dick, and his balls, so it was said, were not much bigger than peanuts. A lot of guys claimed they got this intelligence straight from other guys who'd seen Malroy stripped naked or from girls who'd inspected Malroy's privates and weren't impressed. However, none of the good ol' boys could say they'd actually had the chance to take the measure of the cocky young cop's penis or to size up his " nuts" with their own thumbs and forefingers.

They didn't even consider Malroy to be a real cop, just a local "pretty boy" who was not above using his political connections to feed his own ego at their expense. "The plan", had been devised to teach this local boy a much needed lesson in humility.

As the truck headed out into the country, the big bubba sitting against the passenger door on Malroy's right, began to take an interest in all the young motor cop's fancy gear. He fingered Malroy's leather jacket, gunbelt and boots, asking pointless questions about what things were for. Touching the strap and brass buckle at the top of the officer's boot closest to him, he wondered out loud, "What's this strap do?" Then, running a stubby finger acoss the freshly scuffed up leather on the toes of Malroy's boots, he observed " Damn! Lookie how big his feet are!" Can a dude with feet this big have a small prick?"

The driver had had enough. "Well why don't you just unzip that fly of his, reach down inside, and pull out his cock and balls so we can all have a good look?"

" OK. I believe I will." Announced the bubba on the passenger side as he yanked Malroys fly half open.

At this exchange, Officer Malroy tried unsuccessfully to shout through the socks stuffed in his mouth.

"Nawh," said the driver. The cop's sayin' that's too personal. We'll wait til we get where we're goin'. Then we'll all see what he's got. Have yerself a beer, bro."

They rode on out into the country, popping cans of beer, in a mood to celebrate their success at just having pulled off the trickiest part of "The Plan". Finally, they pulled into to a remote farmstead where the truck stopped in front of a large beat up shed used for car and truck repair.

About half a dozen pick ups were already parked there. The driver took a final swig of warm beer then leaned over and grabbed hold of the young cop's legs at his boot tops. He pried Malroy's legs apart, and ceremoniously poured out the rest of the contents of his beer can right onto the officer's open crotch and announced, " Sorry we forgot to offer you a beer, pretty boy. After all, it's your party!"

His buddy added, " Don't fret. You'll be gettin' lots of beer, but it won't be comin' straight outta no cans." He leaned back, pantomiming holding his cock and taking a wiz. The performance drew a good laugh from everybody but Malroy, who breathed a few obsenities into the socks still stuffed in his mouth.

The two bubbas who had made this big blond cop their involuntary guest and driven him to this shed in the woods grabbed hold of the duct tape they'd wrapped around his feet. They began pulling his body by the feet out across the front seat, of the truck. Just as his boots cleared the truck's door frame, one of the men took his hunting knife and made the mistake of cutting away the tape. As soon as Malroy felt his feet were freed, he drove the heel of his boot hard into the groin of the big bubba who'd just poured the beer onto his crotch. As the big man doubled over in pain, his buddy shouted at Malroy, "So you wanna fight dirty, eh? Here's what that gets you!" With that, he delivered a round house punch squarely to the the young cop's jaw, and Officer Malroy was out for the count.

"Calm down fellas," said a bearded man with the build of a pro wrestler as he stepped forward. His was known simply as "Cranky", due both to his demeanor and the alleged shape of his dick. He had the honor of receiving more tickets from Officer Malroy than any other townsman and it was he who had dreamed up The Plan they were carrying out this night.

Pointing to the Malroy's boots now hanging limply out the passenger door of the truck, Crankey observed, "Just as well he's takin' a nap. Gives us a chance to get on with The Plan; roll his bike inside, and get him on it".

Crankey leaned into the truck and pulled the socks out of Malroy's mouth. He rolled Malroy over enough so he could remove the handcuffs from Malroy's wrists. He motioned down toward the young cop's legs.

"Two of you guys get over here. Each one grab a boot, and start pullin' him out of this truck". As Malroy's body slid off the seat, two other men grabbed him by the sleeves of his leather jacket.

"Spread his legs apart, boys," ordered Crankey, as they carried Malroy's body like a sack of potatoes into the shack and toward the waiting big police bike.

Everybody did as instructed. They held Malroy's boots wide apart as they guided his open legs over the frame of the big bike until his ass come to rest squarely on the black saddle seat. They let his limp upper body recline back over the rear fender. His gloved hands and booted feet hung limply off the sides of the glittering police bike.

Cranky pulled about eight inches of grey duct tape off a big roll and tamped it down over Malroy's closed eyelids."Just to be safe," he said.

The group gathered around the bike and stared down at the big blond now laid out out on it. One dude observed, " Damn! I know he's written me five tickets, but layin' there with his lights out, he almost looks like an innocent little boy who don't belong in that big, bad cop suit." A couple of guys couldn't resist touching the high shine on the tall shafts of Malroy's $800 boots. Things were getting a little too quiet for Crankey. "Well, shit,"he shouted," the only part of this asshole that's like a little boy is his pecker, as we're about to see. And if he's too embarrassed to pose for a few pictures with his little dick hangin' out, then piss on him!"

A chorus of FUCK YEAHS ran round the shed and a few of the men swaggered forward, making a show out of unzipping their flies."

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