By Mister-X / Spartan

“I’ve called you here today to get ideas for a fund-raiser. The Charity Home is badly in need of money to repair their facility, which was partly damaged by the tornado. Any ideas?”

There were no replies at first from the staff which was gathered. Finally the Chief of Police said “we could try arresting you and the city council members and have you call people to provide money to ‘bail you out.’”

“No. We tried that before, and it didn’t raise much money. My supporters are not the wealthy citizens of this city. People are more than happy to give you a little contribution to get you elected, but that ends their financial interest. It’s only the ones who want something from the city who are willing to part with large sums of money. Those people don’t like me, because I won’t do that for them.”

None of the other staff members spoke up with any ideas. Finally the mayor said, “I’ve been thinking. We could take advantage of the dislike the wealthy developers have for me and use that to raise money.”

“How?”

“Why not have an all-day event in which people must pay to put me in restraints of some kind. So much money to have handcuffs put on for a certain period of time, so much to be gagged for a certain period of time, so much to be hog-tied for a certain period of time. Goodness knows, there are enough wealthy people in this city that would love to see me punished, as well as others that just dislike politicians in general. I’m fit enough to withstand it, billing myself as the fittest mayor in Texas. We could get an announcer from the local radio station to provide the publicity in advance and to broadcast from the site of doing this. And the local newspaper could help with that. After all, it’s for a worthy cause. And Chief, you could be the one overseeing things to make sure that something isn’t done to me that would threaten my health or life. What do you think?”

“It’s certainly a novel way to raise money. We could set up a jail cell on a stage to have you in as well. I figure that if you’re willing to go through that, who am I to say ‘no’?”

“Any other opinions?”

No one else spoke up. There were some shocked staff members at the thought of their boss having that done to himself, but they shared the Chief’s stated opinion.

Finally the Chief said, “keep in mind that you won’t be able to go to the bathroom, or be able to eat, for most of the day.”

“I realize that, and will prepare accordingly. That part I can handle. Any other comments?”

Hearing none, he said, “then that’s settled. Set up a time and place that fits my schedule.”

The local radio station went along with the idea, and provided some necessary publicity, particularly since it was a fund-raiser for the charity home. The local newspaper provided publicity as well. Some national and state media picked it up and made comments about the crazy way in which Texans do things, but this just provided more publicity as well. The more conservative people of the city thought that their mayor was nuts to go through with something like that, and there were more than a few Sunday sermons condemning this deviant behavior. But all of this played into the Mayor’s plans of providing something unique and different to try to raise money for a needed project.

What the good citizens of the city didn’t know was that the Mayor was secretly looking forward to this, being someone who enjoyed being bound. It was how he got his rocks off at home when alone, something no one else knew. He realized that he was going to have to put a chastity device on which was hidden in order to prevent his cock from betraying his secret.

When the day came, the Chief came to the Mayor’s house in a patrol car. Wearing his uniform, he put handcuffs on the Mayor’s hands behind his back, and put him in the back of the patrol car as if he were arresting him. The Mayor had decided to wear a checkered western shirt, open at the neck, blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a 10-gallon hat. The chastity device was also covered by a jock strap, and was made unnoticeable by the loose-fitting jeans.

The radio announcer was there at the stage as the Master of Ceremonies. A microphone was set up, and a group of people was already gathering before the start time. A large board was set up on which the type of restraint was listed with columns showing the price per hour, how much money had been raised so far for this restraint, the time it was applied and the time it was scheduled to be removed. At the top of the board were the current time and total money raised. One of the mayor’s staff had the job of updating the board, while another took the money. When everything was set up and tested, the proceedings were ready to begin.

The Mayor started the proceedings by beginning a speech about the Charity Home and the damage it had sustained. After a sentence or two, there was a shout from the audience. “Gag him! I’ll give $25 if that politician can be shut up!” This was followed by laughter, scattered applause, and others agreeing to donate. The tone was set exactly how the mayor wanted it to be done. He had arranged for the guy to shout out his statement to get things started, knowing full well how people felt about politicians and speeches.

It didn’t take long for the Mayor to be gagged with the red bandana he’d had in his pocket. At this point the radio announcer took over. He said that being gagged didn’t do much good if the Mayor still had the use of his hands to remove it. Soon the Mayor was also in handcuffs.   The radio announcer pointed out that the Mayor could walk away and get his gag removed, that he should have his ankles cuffed as well and be put into the jail cell. All of these came with a price, of course, and soon these simple restraints were put on as well, and the Mayor was jailed.

All this was happening as the time was passing. The disc jockey would periodically look at the board and announce the time remaining and the money needed for each restraint to get people to continue giving money to keep the restraints on. Other restraints were listed as well, such as a blindfold. The hog-tie was listed, but at a high-enough price that there had not been enough money raised to put the Mayor in that.

The radio announcer finally got to talking about the hog-tie. He started talking about a local rodeo champion at hog-tying a calf, and said “what do you think about having him come by to take care of the Mayor?”

This, naturally, got a roaring response, and soon the money started rolling in for that. The Mayor had not thought of this touch. It was the radio announcer’s idea, and the Mayor thought it a good one, since the response was so great. A call was made, and the rodeo champion was available, as the radio announcer knew he would be, having made prior arrangements with him. When the time expired for the handcuffs and ankle cuffs to be removed, the necessary money for the hog-tie had been raised, and the rodeo champion demonstrated his expertise on the Mayor, getting him tightly hog-tied with rope in record time. There was a rousing round of applause for the rodeo champion, and the Mayor was locked in his cell in a hog-tie for an hour to start with.

All the time, the clock was ticking for the various restraints. The audience could see which ones were about to expire, and came up with money to keep the Mayor in that restraint. The most popular one was the gag, naturally, and enough money had been raised in two hours to keep the Mayor gagged for the rest of the day. The Chief was quietly checking periodically with the Mayor to make sure that he was doing fine physically, and always got confirmation.

One of the wealthy developers made his presence known. He went up to the radio announcer and said on the microphone “I’ll pay enough to keep him in those restraints for the rest of the day. I want to see that son-of-a-bitch punished.”

One of the staff said, “Mr. Phelps, what a mean thing to say.” This staff person was secretly in love with the Mayor, hoping that he would notice him. The radio announcer sensed a good back-and-forth conflict developing, and was moving the microphone from one to the other to catch the conversation.

Mr. Phelps responded, “I mean it. That guy cost me a fortune when he turned down my project.”

“But your project was going to cause lots of problems for a lot of people, which is why it was rejected.”

“I don’t care about that. It would have provided a lot of jobs, something badly needed in this economy. It was wrong for the Mayor to reject it. I want him punished.”

After the money was provided for the restraints to be kept on for the rest of the day, there wasn’t much else to do, and interest started waning. The Mayor was now blindfolded, gagged, in a hog-tie, and locked in a jail cell for the rest of the day. But just then something unexpected happened.

Four Marines from the local base wandered by. One of them with a loud voice said, “what’s going on?” He’d obviously had a couple of beers on his day away from the base, and he was holding another he was working on.

One of the bystanders filled him in on what was being done, and what position the Mayor was in. The Marine went forward to get a better look, and loudly said, “if he’s a prisoner kept in a hog-tie with a military base nearby, he should be in a military hog-tie.”

On hearing this, his three buddies started to shush him and pull him away, saying that this was the Mayor of the city. But the Marine’s statement had caught the attention of Mr. Phelps. He said into the microphone, “I don’t know what a military hog-tie is, but I’m willing to put up the money to see that this Mayor is put into one.” The crowd started murmuring about this. Interest started perking up again.

The Chief of Police, the radio announcer, and the rodeo champion started conferring. They finally told Mr. Phelps that they didn’t know what that was or how to do it. Mr. Phelps asked the Marine, who was still there, and he replied, loudly as usual, “the best one to apply it is Sergeant Perkins who gave us a class on how to do that.”

The Chief asked the Marine whether Sergeant Perkins would be available, and the Marine gave him the phone number to call to get hold of Perkins. When the Chief contacted him, he was available, and they started discussing the situation. The Chief wanted to know what was involved, what effect it would have, whether Perkins would be willing to do it, and what would be an appropriate amount to charge to have the Mayor be so restrained. When Perkins filled him in and replied that he would be willing to do it if they went ahead with it, the Chief advised that there was a large crowd gathered, including news media, so Perkins should be prepared for that, but that he needed to first get approval from the Mayor. While Perkins checked with the base commander to fill him in on the situation and get his advice, the Chief explained to the Mayor what was involved, what the implications were, and how much money would be raised. The Mayor gave his consent, and the Chief told Perkins that it was a ‘go’.

The crowd was wondering what was going to happen next. After some time, Sergeant Perkins arrived. He was a burly guy wearing a dress blue uniform that was not just snug, but tight. He was escorted onto the stage, introduced, and he started giving an explanation of what was involved, that this particular hog-tie was severe, designed for prisoners of war to get them softened up for interrogation. As he was talking, the Mayor realized finally the full implications of what was in store for him. It was at this point that his foresight in having his penis put in chastity was rewarded, since he would have gotten hard, otherwise.

Perkins had brought along some extra rope, and finally began his work. The Chief had told him to make it slacker than he otherwise would do. Perkins attached rope from the wrist-ankle hog-tie, pulled it up to and over the front of the mayor’s neck, and brought it back to re-tie to the wrist-ankle hog-tie. As requested by the Chief, Perkins didn’t pull it tight. When he was finished, the Marine in the audience loudly said, “that isn’t how you showed us to do it. You said it was supposed to be a punishment. It’s supposed to be a lot tighter than that.”

On hearing this, Mr. Phelps started complaining that he wasn’t getting his money’s worth, which had been calculated at a little more than the amount that had been raised for everything else put together. The audience started grumbling, and there were a few shouts of “do it right.” Perkins looked at the Chief, and the Chief told him to make it a normal military hog-tie like he had taught in his class.

So the Chief let Perkins back into the cell, and Perkins tightened the rope, pulling the mayor’s neck and chest back some, which put stress on his neck. Having finished, Perkins took the microphone and started explaining what was done and what the possible implications were, including the fact that anyone in something like this for a few days would normally not survive. While he was doing this, the Chief was checking the Mayor to make sure that he was doing okay, health-wise. The Mayor indicated that he was.

After Perkins had finished speaking, the staff member turned to Mr. Phelps, glowered at him, and said, “I hope you’re satisfied.”

Mr. Phelps looked at the Mayor, got a twisted smile on his face, and said, “I am.” Being somewhat on the short size, as well as older, he held up his hand to high-five the Marine, who was a good 8 inches taller. The local newspaper cameraman got a good picture of this.

Soon another guy walked up carrying some tit clamps. He went up to Mr. Phelps and explained what they were and where they went. Mr. Phelps took them to the Chief and said that he would pay to have these put on the Mayor. The Chief shook his head and said “no.” Mr. Phelps started talking about the Charity Home and how much they could use the money, but the Chief was adamant. “The Mayor is to be put into restraints, not tortured. This military hog-tie is as far toward torture as we’ll be going.”

After another interval of time, the head of the Charity Home arrived indignant on the stage. “What are you doing to this poor man? This isn’t right. He’s trying to help us, and look what you’re doing to him.”

The Chief then told him it was the Mayor’s idea to do this, and how much money had been raised. He got a look of shock on his face. Then he got a smile, and said, “oh, my. Thank you, thank you, thank you. We so badly need the money, and there is so much that we can do with that. I guess it’s okay if that’s what the Mayor wanted to do, and so much good will come from this.” With that, he walked off the stage beaming. Obviously, money talks.

The tit clamp suggestion had made it on the radio, and was soon followed by other similar ones. The Chief rejected all of them. He kept saying, over and over, that the object was to put the Mayor in restraints, not to torture him. As there were no new restraints proposed, interest waned, and midnight finally arrived. At that time, the Mayor was released from his restraints and removed from the jail cell. He was pleased at how much money had been raised, much more than their objective. He seemed only a little worse for his ordeal, though tired.

The Mayor, the Chief, the rodeo champion, the radio announcer, and Sergeant Perkins went out for dinner at a local restaurant, with the Mayor treating them. During dinner, the Chief asked, “how did you enjoy the experience?”

“To be quite honest, I enjoyed it. It’s quite an interesting experience to be unable to move, to not be able to scratch your nose when it itches, to want to move a muscle because it’s starting to cut off circulation, but not be able to do so. And especially to start to be strangled, and force yourself to control your breathing to compensate. It’s definitely not your normal everyday experience that people have.”

“Would you like to experience it again?”

“Yes, I think I would.”

“When would you like to? I assume you’d like some time to recover.”

“Yes I would. Maybe we can do another fund-raiser for another worthy cause. We exceeded our goal, which is great. But I’ll have to see what the reaction is from the public before thinking about doing another one.”

After dinner, the disc jockey, Perkins and the rodeo champion shook hands and left. The Chief drove the Mayor back to his house in the patrol car. For the ride back, the Chief decided to cuff the Mayor’s hands behind his back again, but also put on the ankle cuffs, as well as the gag and blindfold. The back of the car was blacked out, and at the wee hours of the morning, no one would be able to see in. When he got to the Mayor’s house, he pushed the button to open his garage door, which he’d gotten out of the Mayor’s pocket, and drove in so that no one would be able to see the Mayor this way.

After the Chief got the Mayor out of the car and into the house, still in all the restraints, he said, “I’m sure you need to go to the bathroom. I’ll lead the way in and help you.” This started getting the Mayor concerned, as he knew that the Chief would discover his chastity. The Mayor started balking, but the Chief led him in.

When the Chief unzipped the Mayor’s pants and pulled his penis out, he made the discovery. “I figured as much. When you said at dinner that you enjoyed the experience, it had to be something that you were into. No one else would have enjoyed that. But don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret. And I should be able to assist you in your desires. You wouldn’t be the first one I’ve put into bondage at their request. You’d be surprised how many people want a policeman to use their handcuffs on them.”

After the Chief had his chastity removed and pissed, the Chief asked him whether he’d like to be in bed kept that way. When the Mayor shook his head back and forth, meaning “no,” the Chief removed the restraints. The Mayor said, “I want to change clothes, and then you can put the restraints back on. Wait for me.”

He soon came out in just his jock strap, carrying a full rubber catsuit, his bandana, and some duct tape. “Since you know my secret, I might as well take advantage of your presence. I sometimes wear this catsuit to bed at night to try to take some weight off whenever I start to put on a few pounds. I realized during the day that it would make quite an intense experience to go through being restrained as I had been while wearing this. I started looking forward to it. And for a gag tonight we’ll use this soaking wet bandana stuffed in my mouth with the duct tape wound tightly around my head holding it in. And Chief, I think you’d better plan to spend the day here with me. I’d like to be kept this way until mid-afternoon, getting some shut-eye. You can get the phone calls.”

Soon the Mayor was gagged as he had stated, wearing his full rubber catsuit, which only had nose holes accessing the outside, ankles cuffed and hands cuffed behind his back. While getting undressed he’d also removed his chastity. The Chief tucked him into his bed and made preparations to spend the night after checking to make sure the Mayor was breathing okay.

The phone started ringing the next morning. The Chief told everyone that the Mayor had been through an ordeal, and needed some time to recover. He told no one that the Mayor was restrained again. He’d been keeping a close eye on the Mayor at first, and he thought he recognized the time when the Mayor had shot off.

When it was getting toward mid-afternoon, Sergeant Perkins dropped by. This time he was not wearing his dress blues. The Chief was just about to start to release the Mayor from his restraints. Perkins was a little taken aback at the Mayor’s appearance, but said nothing. The two worked together to remove the restraints, and removed the top part of the rubber catsuit, removing the gag. The sweaty Mayor was effusive. “Thank you both so much for a truly remarkable experience. We raised a lot of money for a great cause, I had an experience I’ve often wondered about, and I lost a few pounds in the process.”

The Chief said, “I don’t know about Perkins, but I’m available whenever you want to try something like this again.”

Perkins said, “As long as I’m in the area, I’m willing to as well. And I can teach the Chief how to do my specialty.”

The Mayor replied, “I’m going to take you two up on your offer. If not for another fund-raiser, then when I start getting stressed out, and need to lose a few pounds. This is a great way for me to relax and take off weight. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

They both gave their assurances on this latter request. As the Mayor went to get cleaned up, Sergeant Perkins said to the Chief, “I envy you. I wish I could get my boss to want some special service from me. It’s a great form of job security.”

The Chief replied, “the only problem is that an elected official is a notoriously unsecure boss to have, since the voters could remove him at any time. But you’d better believe I’m going to take advantage of the situation while I can.”

Laughing about that, they left the Mayor’s house together. Neither talked about how much money they could get from Mr. Phelps for this knowledge, though the thought had entered their minds. The Chief was thinking that for the next public fund-raiser of this kind, one of the advance options could be the type of clothing the Mayor would be wearing while restrained, with the type getting the most pledge money being what he would wear. That way the rubber catsuit could become part of the show. And they might consider torture devices next time, depending on the Mayor’s tastes. He wondered whether the Mayor would enjoy being strung up by a noose, pulled up onto his tiptoes, like in the Old West. The Chief was starting to get into his new role. As he was thinking about the possibilities, he was starting to get hard. It started getting him to think back to what first attracted him to police work. But he had to keep remembering that this was his boss that he would be dealing with, that he would need to find out what turned his boss on and what didn’t. He was looking forward to his new role in the City Government.

 

Metal would like to thank Mister-X / Spartan for this story!