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Story: Alan Plagiarius Is Taught a Lesson (MM/M, nc, spanking, sex)

The following story is totally fiction.  It contains scenes of
non-consensual gay sex and spanking.  If these subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

This story was inspired by my discovery of a plagiarized story in the
Jimka archive (since removed).  Because of the subject matter of the
stolen story and the posting venue the (only, alas) fictional punishment
inflicted seems, in the words of the Mikado, to fit the crime.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.  The author would appreciate
your comments -- both pro and con, including constructive criticism,
suggestions and where you saw this.  Please E-mail to:
YLeeCoyote@Juno.com



Alan Plagiarius Is Taught a Lesson
by
Y. Lee Coyote


The investigation teams of the International Copyright and
Anti-Plagiarism Commission (ICAPC) work hard.  A few short weeks ago,
they had received a report of a blatant copying of a story posted on the
WWW.  The author had presented sufficient evidence that the work was his
and through hard work they had tracked down the despicable criminal
through the well entangled web.  The remedies available through the
civil and criminal courts were meager.  The courts were concerned mainly
with the monetary value rather than the honor and emotional losses.  In
this case, there was not any cash losses.  The team decided that they
would handle the case directly.  Enforcement  agents were selected,
briefed and dispatched.

Alan did not see them until it was too late, although it would not have
mattered.  He had just gotten home from work (with the evening's dinner
in a bag) and was still in the doorway when they were upon him.

The agents were both big men -- at least 6'10" (208 cm) tall with
muscles to match.  Alan at 6'4" (193 cm) did not feel tall in their
presence.  They were both in blue police uniforms complete with side
arms although Alan did not recognize the insignias nor did he have time
to ask or study them closely.  They had taken him by surprise.

"Are you Alan Plagiarius?" one of them asked in the gruff manner of
policemen the world over since before written history.

"Yes.  What is this...." 

He was cut off with a loud command: "ALAN PLAGIARIUS YOU ARE UNDER
ARREST.  Get your hands up against the wall and spread your feet."  Alan
was stunned.  "NOW!" yelled the other with his hand on his 9-mm pistol
in a quick draw holster.  Alan obeyed.  They started to frisk him.
First a complete pat down which included emptying everything from his
pockets and dropping it all on the floor.  Alan often dreamed of
situations like this but with just one tiny difference -- he was in
charge; doing it to some stupid cop who he had tricked and now was
humiliating.  Even so Alan's cock grew hard and caused the bulge in his
jeans to grow.  The cops noted this and made sure to feel him up -- both
front and back complete with derisive remarks several times.

They then handcuffed Alan's hands behind his back and pulled his t-shirt
over his head to rest on top of the cuffs.  "We better strip this one;
looks like he's hiding something in his pants."  Saying that he calmly
proceeded to undo Alan's jeans and the other one yanked them down.  An
object fell to the floor from Alan's crotch area.  Inspection showed
that it was nothing but a rolled up sock.  "Looks like our boy here has
been doing some false advertising.  We'd better check out the rest." and
down came Alan's briefs revealing a sub-average pecker.  "Where's the
computer, boy?  We got this search warrant too." said one flashing a
piece of paper.

Alan, for a change, considered his situation.  Handcuffed, hobbled and
naked he knew that he was helpless.  "In the den over there, Sir." and
he pointed with his head.  One of the cops grabbed him by his cock and
led him there.  There he was 'assisted' to his knees while the cops
started the search.  They turned on the PC and it came up with a logon
screen.

"What's the password, boy?" one asked.  There was not any response.  One
of the cops went back into the hall and returned with Alan's own
garrison belt.  They pushed Alan forward so that he was laying over a
hassock.  The cop doubled the belt and brought it down hard on the
prisoner's bare butt.  There was a resounding WHACK!followed by a yell.
A bright red stripe appeared across Alan's behind.  There were another
nineteen applications of the heavy belt leaving Alan's butt quite sore
and a flaming crimson red.  "What's the password, boy?" one cop asked
again.  This time Alan answered.  One of the cops went to get the
equipment bag they had brought.

"Time to complete the body cavity search, boy." he said as he slipped on
the latex glove.  Alan shuddered when he heard the glove snap on the
cop's wrist; what he had feared was about to happen.  The cop just
pressed his fingers right up against Alan's butthole and pushed hard.
As they were roughly forced in, Alan screamed and the cops laughed.
When the cop was satisfied that there was not anything unnatural hidden
there he withdrew his fingers.  Alan sighed with relief although his
pleasure was short lived.  Almost immediately the fingers were replaced
by a large butt plug.  The cop pulled Alan up and said "Open wide, boy."
Alan was afraid to refuse.  The cop then stuck the same fingers into his
mouth that he had just removed from Alan's ass.  "Nothing here." he
declared.  Alan learnt that he did not like the taste of latex flavored
with the juices of his own asshole.

"I think that we had better be safe than sorry." said one cop as he
slipped a diskette in the PC and rebooted the machine.  As this was
happening, the other was connecting Alan to a box.  There were three
dials: intensity, duration, repeats.  They were all set at 1 on a scale
of 10.  The cop attached one wire to the butt plug and the other he
pushed into Alan's cock and squeezed the shaft.  The rough points of the
wire bit painfully into Alan's ureter.  They secured it with a rubber
band.  Alan was horrified at both what was happening to him and this
machine.  Meanwhile the other cop was calmly copying files using his own
high capacity backup medium.  They had bypassed his security system.  He
feared that he would learn what the box he was connected to could do.

After some time the PC cop walked over to him and checked the setting on
the box.  With Alan watching in horror he flipped the on/off switch and
a light came on.  Placing the box back in front of Alan, he pushed the
button -- once.  The pain where Alan usually felt great pleasure was
horrendous.  He screamed and almost fainted.  "I'll be very angry if
that was the _wrong_ password, boy." the cop said and slowly and
deliberately turned the knobs to 7.

Alan did not know what else that box could do but he was quite certain
that he did not want to find out in this way.  They had copied all his
files anyway.  "Sir, that was not the right password.  The password is
'CopRape'."  The PC cop confirmed the spelling, patted Alan on the head
and turned the knobs back to 3.  He re-booted the machine and entered
the correct password.  He started looking at Alan's files.  After a few
minutes he announced to the other one: "It's all here.  He subscribed to
a lot of story news groups and has bookmarked many story archives.  The
document for the last story he stole was created just four hours after
it was posted in the assgm newsgroup.  I also got his fake ids from his
posting file."

"Great.  We can post that all from the office.  But now I'm horny; let's
have some fun."  The cops both unzipped and their large shafts were both
at full attention.  They rolled on condoms and one sat down on the big
chair and called Alan over."  Alan obeyed truly fearful that they could
fry his equipment with that horrid box.  Seconds later his mouth was
full of hard cop cock and he could not think of anything else.  When the
dildo was wrenched from his rectum, he realized there was something
else.  He did not have to imagine what as the other cop rammed his large
shaft into his stretched fuck hole.  The cops each continued fucking
both ends of Alan until they were fully satisfied.

They uncuffed Alan and sat him down in front of his own machine.  He was
made to reboot the machine and then enter the password he first gave to
the cops.  He sat there in horror as his hard disk was reformatted
destroying all his files -- both programs and data.  The cops then
collected all the diskettes around -- all his programs and backups.

Finally, they each took him over their knees just as if he was a little
boy and spanked him with a large wooden hairbrush.  The resounding
WHACKS of the hard wood on Alan's buttock and thighs were a pleasure to
the cops' ears.  These were not children's spankings, but very hard and
long adult punishment spankings.  With his ass already sore from the
earlier strapping Alan really suffered because of the severity of the
two spankings.  The cops thought that they might have to gag him because
he was screaming so much.  By the end he was actually crying like a
little boy.

A little while later, the two cops left.  Alan was standing in the
shower trying to cool his burning butt.  The cops had stuck up a lot of
stickers all over his house. The one in the bathroom was the same that
was across the top of his monitor:
   Thou shall respect the copyrights of others and shall not plagiarize.

Across the bottom of his monitor was a very ominous warning:
          The second time the ICAPC calls will be the last.

Meanwhile, the two cops from the ICAPC were reporting to their captain
that they had put that thief out of action.  Of course, he was going to
be watched closely.  The recidivism rate was, alas, high.

The End

©Copyright A.I.L. July 24, 1998

Comments to: YLeeCoyote@Juno.com


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