James' Ballbusting by Officer Hanna

"Turn off your engine!" boomed the voice over the speaker.

James dutifully turned off his car engine. He was in the shit now. After a night of joyriding around town officer Hanna had been called out to deal with him and had chased him down into a dark, deserted back street which had come to a dead end.

He nervously eyed the cop car parked behind him in the rearview mirror and saw she was starting to get out. Her hair was pulled up into a tight, serious looking bun; her buttoned up shirt was just barely containing those big, beautiful tits that he had imagined shooting his load over many a time; her curvy figure was perfectly hugged by those tight black pants.

She swaggered up to his car as he rolled down his window. As she leaned down into view he could get a better look down her shirt, eyeing those two bouncing beauties appreciatively.

"Hey! Eyes up, pervert!" she barked.

"Sorry, yes ma'am."

"Y'know James, I'm getting really sick and tired of being called out to deal with you."

"Ah, officer Hanna, but when else are you and I gonna meet?"

He flashed her a cocky grin which, going by her stone-faced expression, was not well received.

"Well then. I think I'm going to have to work a little harder to get the message across to you, aren't I James?"

He gulped, suddenly very aware that there was no one else around but the two of them.

"Get out," she said sharply.

James dutifully unbuckled himself and got out. He closed the door and stood in front of her with his hands shoved down his pockets, leaning back against the car in a defiant gesture of insolence. As much as he was slightly afraid of her there was a part of him which couldn't resist testing her a little bit.

"Hands out of your pockets and stand up straight, idiot!"

"Y'know officer Hanna, I can't help but feel you've got a bit of a thing for me. I mean, you chasing me down into this dark, quiet street and all. Little convenient, huh? Maybe now we're all alone you want to give me a little of this..." he said, as he reached forward and grabbed both her tits.

There was a small flash of anger in officer Hanna's eyes before she blinked them and smiled back flirtatiously.

"Y'know James, maybe you're right. After all, who could resist a rebellious young stud muffin like yourself? I think any woman would find it difficult."

She closed her eyes and made out as if to kiss him, putting her hands on his shoulders. James closed his eyes and wet his lips slightly in anticipation. Her hold on his shoulders suddenly tightened into a grip and she kneed him hard right in the balls. James's eyes flew open in shock.

"Awwwfuuuuck"

He bent over, grasping his assaulted crotch, looking up at officer Hanna's triumphant expression staring down at him.

"Awwww my fucking balls!"

"Now," officer Hanna continued. "Seeing as you've been joyriding and assaulted a police officer, I think we need to make the punishment fit the crime now don't we?"

Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, she pulled him up onto his feet as he held onto his still aching manhood. Dragging him over to some nearby balcony steps, she handcuffed his arms above him to the railings. She got in close to him, her eyes staring right into his as she started to unbutton his jeans, pulling them right down to his ankles.

"Officer Hanna, please I..."

"Oh no, James, it's too late for all that now," she said in a mocking tone of voice.

She then started taking down his boxer briefs, his dick and balls dangling right in front of her. He wanted nothing more than to pull his arms down out of the handcuffs and cover himself but it was impossible; she had made them too tight.

"Well, don't you look a sight," she laughed. "Open your legs."

James had tried to close his legs and cover himself but it was no use.

"I said spread 'em!" she barked.

He reluctantly opened his legs and his naked dick started to get hard. Officer Hanna just laughed. She walked up close to him again and grabbed his balls tight in her fist, squeezing them hard as she brought her face level. His eyes began to water with the pain and he tried to wriggle himself free but to no avail.

"Oh, come on James, I thought you were the one who wanted to get all touchy-feely tonight. Don't get all shy on me now"

Squeezing his balls in her vice like grip again, he writhed in pain as the handcuffs clanked on the railing overhead. Finally letting go, he brought his knees up to try and shield his balls from another assault.

She took off the truncheon that hung by her side and patted it the palm of her other hand threateningly.

"Spread 'em again."

"Fuck. Officer Hanna please..."

"Spread 'em! I'm not going to tell you again!"

James slowly and reluctantly opened his legs again; his naked balls dangling all low and vulnerable. She held the truncheon up behind her before taking a step forward and launching it right up between his legs into his poor naked balls.

"Awwwhhh!!!"

Officer Hanna just smiled at his agony, enjoying every second of her revenge. She hit him in the balls with her truncheon twice more as James writhed and groaned, tears of pain beginning to fall down his face.

She dropped the truncheon on the ground and began unbuttoning her shirt, her huge tits falling out of it. She grabbed his hard dick and started vigorously jerking it off it one hand as she squeezed and fondled them in the other.

"Awww awww fuuuck!" James moaned as he shot his load right up onto her tits, his full weight falling down onto the handcuffs, feet dragging on the ground as he hung there like a slab of meat.

"Now, I think I'm just going to leave you here for the night," she said, buttoning her shirt back up. "I'll come back for you in the morning. I think it's safe to say you'll have learned your lesson by then, yes?"

James could only groan in response. He managed to lift his head up enough to see that perfect, round peach of an ass of hers walking away as she got back into her car and drove off, leaving him hanging there handcuffed to the railings; half-naked, used up and busted.