I was late for work at the ranch this morning and so I was going 80 miles an hour in a school zone where the speed limit was 30 m.p.h. I was just about to turn off the main highway onto the secondary road when I heard a siren that grew stronger with each passing second.

Within 10 seconds the sheriff's car overtook me and I knew it was wiser to stop than to keep on going. This was one mean law officer and one who didn't like young guys wearing jeans so tight you could see the piss slit out of which cum would arc through the air at 40-m.p.h.

Within seconds I dismounted and as quickly as possible (hoping the sheriff did not see) I stuffed my cock and balls back into their Wranglers cage. You see I won a bull-riding contest just last Friday at the Arena and therefore received the bull-rider's belt buckle.
This buckle was so large a cowboy could not wear it and sit down. The sharp edge of the buckle would cut into his cock and balls and that's both painful and dangerous in what it might do to the wearer's genitals.

Fortunately the sheriff did not see my stuffing and zipping up the fly of my super skintight Wranglers. But within a matter of seconds he commanded me to spread my cowboy-footed feet as far apart as I could without splitting my crotch in two and also to put my hands on my head.

I did as he commanded and so I stood in front of him totally at his mercy.

First, he circled me slapping his humungous prison strap in his hands, the sound reverberating like the sound of doom in my ears.

"Boy," he said, "the way that ass crack seam rides all the way to your asshole suggests you are hiding something up there. Are you?" And before I could answer, he barked, "And that bulge in your crotch looks like you've got a stash of something illegal in your crotch."

I didn't have anything up my asshole and I didn't have anything stuffed in my crotch. You see my ass is so built the ass crack seam rides all the way to my asshole and I have a 14-inch cock and my balls could be a two-pound bunch of green grapes.

I stood as stock still as I could while the sheriff took it upon himself to undo my chaps and then open the buttons of my jeans and peel them down over my thighs. He pushed a thumb up my asshole and, to his dismay, found no foil-wrapped package of illegal drugs.

Then he fingered my cock and balls that were stiff and hard as granite.

But he found only cock and balls in his hands and no stash of anything illegal.

"Well, young man," he said, "the fact is you were speeding. And for that you deserve to be punished. And since I am in a hurry, I won't take you over to the Junkman’s for a bullwhipping. You deserve to be tied to his whipping horse and have that sexy ass of yours bullwhipped to a fiery furnace red. However, this prison strap will teach you a lesson. Now bend over your motorbike, spread your feet as far apart as you can and prepare your ass cheeks for a whipping."

What could I do but obey. So I spread my legs as far apart as I could without splitting my crotch in two.