Hi all.. have had this story for years, really turns me on for some reason. I didn't write it, it came off the net somewhere that i believe is now closed down so thought i'd share it with you all so you don't miss out... Part I. Chad Michaels was the star quarterback at the local college. He was 6 foot tall, with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. Muscular, with a smooth chest and tight buns, he was the envy of every man on campus and the adoration of various female students. He was also the son of one of a prominent congressman in the country. Chad got his way in whatever he did. This led him to bully the more junior guys, whom he considered inferior. He was one of the most popular members of the jock frat at the college, sigma theta. Every year, the frat brothers would play some sick and humiliating joke on the poor unsuspecting freshmen. Last year, they stole the clothes of some freshmen and threw right outside in the corridor while they were in the shower after gym. They left them no towels and when the freshmen realised what had gone on and walked out of the changing rooms to take the clothes but were pelted with water balloons and flour. The guys timed just at the end of all the classes and it was just the perfect moment for everyone else to walk out and see the freshmen in their birthday suits. Chad and his frat brothers would also make some of the pledges suck their cocks as part of their initiations. They took various humiliating pictures of some of the guys which they used to blackmail them into doing their essays and other projects. Chad had pissed a lot of people off and soon, fate and a cunning plan would teach him a good lesson! Part II. Chad whistled as he put on his jockstrap. He was pretty excited about his hot date with Susie, a curvaceous redhead tonight. He stared vainly at his reflection in the mirror, while flexing his pecs. He was pretty proud of his cock, which was 7 inches long and fat. He adjusted his jockstrap, noting the prominence of his bulge. Yep, he was one hot dude. Quickly he put on his football uniform and went out to practice. Being in a good mood, he played well today, but towards the end of practice, he began to feel an itch on his cock. He rubbed it through his football pants several times, but it refused to go away. It was so itchy that it affected his concentration. "What the hell is wrong with you, Michaels?" Coach Jenkins yelled at him. Chad made up some excuse about being tired and worried about some homework assignment. He simply couldn’t wait to get off the field and check himself out. Finally practice was over and he hurried to the locker room. Unfortunately there were other football players around and Chad didn’t want to examine himself in front of them. The others teased him about his lack of concentration on the field but he told them it was because of his hot date with Susie. After kidding around with the guys a bit, Chad quickly took off his football clothes and put on his jeans and t-shirt, while still wearing his jock. Anyway, he found that wearing a jock often made him look well-endowed. He drove home in his red Ferrari, speeding as he always did. However this time, he was unlucky and got tailed by a motorcycle cop. Swearing and mad at the cop, Chad pulled over. His cock was on fire and he felt like throwing some ice on it. When the cop came up to his window, Chad yelled out rudely, “What the fuck is going on here?” The officer in question, Officer Rollins, was a good friend of ours. He’d been alerted to the problem of Chad Michaels. Rollins was a good-looking cop, about 6’3" with dark brown hair and an athletic body. He eyed the spoilt kid in the car and very calmly said, “You were going too fast, sir. Did you know that the speed limit here is 60 miles per hour?” ”Listen cop, I’ve never had any problems with you guys, so why don’t you go catch some drug pushers or something?” Chad responded rudely. ”You don’t seem to understand what a danger you posed onto others son...” Rollins continued but was cut off by Chad. ”Fuck it, I’m not your son. And my dad is the most powerful guy here. You’d be washing toilets when he hears about the hassle you’re giving me.” Chad announced proudly. ”Please step out of the car.” Rollins asked him. ”Jesus fucking Christ, didn't you hear what I said?” Chad became obstinate. Calmly, Rollins opened the car door and pulled Chad out easily. He spread the young jock on the hood of the car. ”Hey, what the hell is going on here?’ Chad was totally taken by surprised as he was easily overpowered. The officer had roughly thrown him onto his car hood and his genitals were still burning. I’m just following procedure.” Rollins responded curtly. He grabbed Chad’s arms and handcuffed them behind his back. Pushing Chad down, he began to feel around the jock’s clothes. ”Fuck, get your fag hands off me.” Chad yelled. He was losing his temper and patience. ”Just doing my job, sir.” Rollins replied. His hands roamed around the jock’s taut chest, feeling the nipples through the shirt. When he got to Chad’s groin, he cupped his balls and squeezed them. His other hand massaged Chad’s ass crack through his jeans. Chad couldn’t believe that this faggot cop was fondling him. His face flushed in anger, and he thought about the things he’d do when he was free. Suddenly a police car approached and a uniformed cop got out. Chad was relieved- perhaps this guy would understand his situation. He opened his mouth and called out to the other cop, but he was cut off rudely him. ”What’ve you got here?” Officer Dawkins asked. ”Obnoxious kid caught speeding. Refused to cooperate. I’m just doing a routine search for illegal substances.” Rollins replied. Dawkins went into Chad’s car and a few minutes later, he came out with a small bag of pot. ”What’s this, kid?” he held the bag in front of Chad’s face. Shit, Chad thought. He smoked pot occasionally, but had forgotten that he had a stash in his glove compartment. If his dad found out, he’d kill him. ”It’s just a bit. No big deal.” he answered, hoping to lighten the mood. Then coming up with a bright idea, he said, “Umm... listen here officers, how much will it be? 500? 1000? Listen, I’ve got the cash, and nobody never need find out about it.” Dawkins looked at Rollins and said, “Are you trying to bribe us, kid?” ”Uhh... I mean, it doesn’t have to be cash...” Chad panicked. His burning cock was aching. ”I’m afraid we’re going to have to search you to see if you’re concealing any more illegal substances, kid.” Rollins announced. Together they escorted Chad to the back of the police car and Dawkins drove off, followed by Rollins on his bike. Chad protested offensively but the men ignored him. Finally they arrived apparently at the back of the police station and the two cops led him to an examination room.