It was a comfortable spring night as Officer Calloway made his way quietly around the side of the building. He was on night shift and had "fag" patrol, that's what all the officers called it. It seems that every night after the gay bars let out some of the men come to an alley behind an old doughnut shop. They park in the small lot and cruise one another. Some get into each other’s cars and fuck around while others get out and hide behind a dumpster or a stack of boxes. Officer Calloway had been on this beat for five years and couldn't believe how many men he'd busted in the exact same spot behind the dumpster. It was as if they didn't think he'd return.

Most officers hated this assignment but not Tim Calloway. He loved busting a fag quite simply because he hated them. He loved to come around the side of the dumpster and catch one on his knees sucking another's dick. He loved the scared looks on their faces. He loved slapping cuffs on both of them and dragging them out from behind the dumpster, their pants still down, dicks still hard - them begging for mercy. Then he'd parade them out in front of all the other fags and make an example of them. They'd just shuffle along with their pants at their ankles, heads hung low. He loved to humiliate a queer.

To be honest, Tim Calloway was every gay man's hottest fantasy as well as every gay man's biggest fear. At 35 years of age, he stood 6'3", golden tan year round, dark eyes and jet-black hair hidden under his uniform cap. He had perfect pecs and chiseled biceps with broad shoulders that tapered into a V shape at his 28" waist. Every muscle in his chest was visible thru the thin material of his blue uniform shirt. Then below his waist hung a nice, thick 8" cock with big low hanging, hairy balls. And his ass...his ass was incredible. Big, full, and round - perfectly shaped, but way too large to simply be called a bubble butt. It was much more than that. His ass was so large he had trouble finding pants to fit him and therefore every pair he owned hugged his two round melons tightly. They were so tight, as a matter of fact, that you could make out the underwear line of the skimpy bikini briefs he always wore through the thin nylon material of his blue slacks. These features are what made all the gay men lust after him. But then there was his sadistic, homophobic side that frightened them.

Officer Calloway made his way along the alley and to the dumpster where he had made so many busts before. As he peered around the corner he was not disappointed. There they were. He'd guess them both to be in their early 20's. One was on his knees taking the other’s rock hard prick down his throat. "Fuckin fags", thought Tim. He loved to make a production out of this. He drew his gun from his belt.

"Okay freeze!" he shouted.

Both men jumped and looked his way - terror in their eyes. He loved that. He would have fun with these two. Making them squirm would be fun. But Officer Calloway’s joy was short lived. He felt something cold pressed into his back and a deep voice say, "Drop it if you know what's good for you."

Officer Calloway did as instructed and