By Bound2Plzu

After a winter that seemed to have no end, we seemed to skip spring and go right into 
summer. I was thrilled beyond belief when the phone rang on Friday afternoon and it was my policeman friend Troy. He asked if I was ready to spend some more jail time over the weekend. I said, “Of course I am!” He said he’d pick me up during his evening shift.

At 5, I hustled home, changed into jeans and a tee, threw some cuffs and leg irons into a small gym bag and was ready. After I grabbed a sandwich, Troy knocked on the door and we were off. The jail building was unchanged from the fall. Up on third floor the cells were just as they had been when we left them. The usual clicks and clank noises and my cell opened up. I entered with my bag, and Troy left the control leavers and followed me in.

He had me sit on the iron bunk, and locked a set of Smith and Wesson leg irons on me. Then he had me lay down, and locked my hands in Peerless security cuffs, over my head and between the bars of the cell. There was no way to move very much, but I was managing. He then reached under the bunk and pulled out a bag he had apparently placed before we got there. Out came a short piece of chain with padlock. He placed the chain around the leg iron’s chain, through the foot of the bunk, and locked the ends together. He looked at me and asked, “You doing alright?” I said, “Sure.” Then out of his bag came a roll of duck tape. Over the mouth, around the back of the head, and then a second time. Troy said, “Looking good, there! Feeling OK? I shook my head yes. He said, “Great!”

Then, he left the cell, and that’s when it hit me. WTF was I thinking?  I did not ask how long he was out on a shift.  Did he let anyone else know I was here?  I don’t even know what time it is now!  Then it was time to settle in for however long this would be.  After what a guessed were 4 hours or more, the police cruiser pulled up and then the sounds of steps coming up the iron stairs. In came Troy and I assume his partner.

“Troy tells me you like hanging out in our old jail.” I shook my head yes. “I’ve just about got him talked into letting me join you for a while.” I could only imagine what this man had planned for me, but I was already fastened in for however long they decided. Troy asked, “You up for a little company?” at which time the partner mocked, “Who you calling little?!? Easy to tell the direction this visit was beginning to take. Troy turned and asked me, “You still doing OK?” I nodded yes again. He said OK, left the cell, locked the cell door with both of us inside and off he went.

The Partner said, “I understand you’re into bondage in a big way, as well as bottoming in a big way. Troy let me know.” Where was that coming from!?! Yes I’m enjoying the bondage and yes some bottoming is good, but this guy makes it sound like I can handle Olympic size men. Partner pulled a small bottle out of his pocket, my lucky day, it was lube. “I thought this might make things more enjoyable for you.” I was relieved at the sight of the lube — for a quick moment.  Then he unzipped his fly, unfastened his belt, and slid down his undershorts. It was huge.  If I had seen a photo of him, would have sworn it was enhanced by photo shop.

His next move was to unfasten my pants and belt and pull them down near my ankles.  He smiled and said, “Nice cheeks!” I muffled sarcastic thanks into the duct tape.  At least that is what it was onside my head. Partner said, “By the way, I’m William; I hope this is as good for you as it is for me.” He opened up the lube and my butt, with a generous squirt, next went in an index finger, then a second finger.  I admit he was doing a great job loosening me up and getting me to relax.  He straddled me, then more lube on his part.  I could feel his dick pushing my ass hole, trying to get in.  It now felt like the size of ship.  I winced and he noticed.  William said, “I sure don’t want this to hurt you bad.  
Do something for the two of us.  Gently push out as I slowly slide in.”

Nothing to lose at this point, I figured.  So that’s what we did — for inch after inch of him.  I cannot tell you its final size, but when he was FINNALY all the way in, my eyes were watering, thank goodness he paused to let me adjust. “OK, we’re going to start out easy on you.” He pulled out half way, which was a LOT, then popped it back in full tilt.  After repeating this 8 to 10 times, things started to “ease up” on my end. But William was really getting into this.  He reached up and grabbed the bars and started bumping and grinding on my ass as it had never had. I may have been gagged with duck tape, but William was speechless as he ground into me.  Completely caught up in the moment.  He slowed up his trusts so that each one drove in completely.  He was swiftly becoming a sweaty mess, only able to say things like “AH, AHH, Oh, Yess.”

Things were starting to speed back up. I knew he’d not last much longer.  I did the only move I had available to me; I tightened my ass hole around his shaft. That was exactly what was needed for William.  Nothing else came out of his mouth that could be called words.  Slobber, spit and gasps, but no audible words.  With that, he slammed into me at hard and far as he could go.  He got ridged, and then really limp on my back.  A minute or so went by before he could pull himself off of me.  I smiled a huge grin under the tape.  I really love to see and hear someone have that much of a good time.

After another hour, William had himself mostly back together.  I was still locked face down onto the bunk.  Up drove Troy.  He was opening the door and came in and checked on the two of us.  William smiled at Troy and said you were right, that was awesome!  Troy surveyed me and said, you do not seem the worse for wear.  Up for another go?  I was prepared to nod yes, when the door behind him slid shut and locked.  “I’ll be back,” called William, and he was gone.

That left just the two of us locked in “my cell,” as I refer to it now.  He picked up the lube William had left for us, and squirted more into my butt.  Down came his pants and underwear, out came his beautiful cock.  No quite as big as William’s had been, but very full and nice. After he straddled me, slowly he slid it in. I have to admit, it was a good fit.  Not too big, not too small, just right!  I did not expect that he had shaved down in that area, but it was so hot.  I was pumped, literally by Troy.  He came in slow, then fast for a while, hard thrusts for a while, all kinds of different strokes back there.  And they were all wonderful.  He managed to grab the end of the tape and got it off my face and mouth.  If I could have thought about this, I could have figured what came next, but I was in the moment.   Finally, Troy pulled out, flipped me over on the bunk, and shot, first on my chest, then face, then in my mouth and down the throat.  I was a cum dump mess.  Troy got to his feet just as his cruiser pulled into the drive.  By the time William had arrived, Troy was back in uniform as it was intended to look.  They both looked down on me.

Troy said, “William, guess whose turn it is now?  Fair is fair you know.”

I could not imagine what they had in mind for me.  I was hopeful they appreciated what I had done for them, and were giving me the reward of a lifetime!  Out popped Troy’s bag, and from it he pulled a police riot style gas mask.  Onto my face it went, over cum and all.  William pulled out his nightstick.  Not as large as many I had seen, but enough to get nervous over it.  As soon as William’s night stick was in place, he moved it in and out to get my attention down there. Troy took his cue and started licking the underside of my dick, I was in another world.  William said, “Take deep breaths,” and I did as instructed. I could feel myself start to sweat, as I got closer to blast off.  He said get ready, and I wondered for what.  He counted down, “3, 2, 1, now” and popped a square of the duck tape over my air hole of the gas mask.  Luckily, I had just taken a large breath in, so I was not instantly panicking.  Just as Troy went all the way down on my cock, William let up with the duck tape and I could breathe again.

“Doing OK, boy?” he asked.  I shook my head yes. He said, “Good, 3,2,1,” again.  Once again I had no air.  But I was better prepared to handle this.  Troy gave me some great full-length strokes on my cock with his mouth, followed by his tongue licking between my balls and asshole.

Looking through the eyes of the gas mask, William kept check on how I was doing with no air.  He would open the air back up was he sensed I was in need to keep conscious.  I have no idea how long this went on.  I felt like I was floating above the bunk with these two awesome cops giving me their full attention.

As I got close, I made a noise, not a word but a noise, and William could tell it was just about time for me to shoot.  He said to me, “Bring it to me all the way, and you can have your air back.” I did not think I was close enough to be able to do that, but I concentrated with what Troy was doing for me, and stared right back into William’s eyes. I was so close.  Just two more of Troy’s strokes, my hips getting into this action.  Pow!  It was like fireworks when I shot off.  William opened up the air, and I sucked in as much per breath as I could.  He pulled off the mask; I was still sucking in to catch up.  My whole body felt that orgasm.  It was incredible.  They got the leg irons and handcuffs off me.  A hand towel was the last item out of Troy’s bag.  I needed it.  Troy had managed to take my load, but his and William’s made me a mess. After packing things up, we headed out.  Troy and William up front, me in the back.  As I was getting in, Troy popped a set of Asp handcuffs on me and belted me in the back.  I road back home like that.  Enjoying every minute.