By Chain Slave

I had just turned 18 and finished my schooling. I was determined to get away from my abusive parents however did not have the means. It was always Matt do this Matt do that. One of my friends fathers suggested that I join the police force. Little did they know that I had a fascination for cops and their uniforms. I was a strong, well-built guy and never struggled to get attention from the ladies. I acted straight but deep down knew i was different and attracted to men in uniform. Perhaps this was a way that I could live true to myself.

I downloaded the required forms. Did the necessary medicals and sent them off. I was expecting to wait a month or so before I got a reply. It was only 4 days before I had a reply. I was instructed to report within 2 days. That was it my folks were not home, I packed a rucksack with my toiletries pulled on a vest and jeans. Laced up my prized boots and headed off after leaving a short note to my parents saying they can be happy now as I was out of their lives.

I arrived by bus at the training center and was met by an officer dressed in the tightest uniform i had ever seen. I immediately felt a stir in my jeans as he strode towards me, then i noticed his duty belt with his cuffs and other items. My eyes continued their downward path to his highly polished black boots. By that time I had a massive erection and needed to adjust it. But he was standing in front of me barking at me to get to attention. I dropped my rucksack and came to attention. He slowly walked around me as he inspected me. His shirt sleeves stretched tightly over his massive biceps and he came to attention an inch away from my face. He was so close I could smell the distinct smell of cigars on his breath. He calmly said “As you are the first to arrive, you will be my volunteer from now on.” I responded in the only way I knew: “Sir yes Sir.” He shouted an order instructing me to get to the barracks and get squared away as i was leaving he barked at me “and take care of that dick in your pants.” I felt myself turn bright red and replied “Sir yes Sir.”

The next few months were hell and he used every opportunity to humiliate me in front of the rest ot the cadets. I always had in the back of my mind “Fuck him, I was bigger and stronger that him and all of the other guys on the base and soon I would be rid of him. On the last day of training before we were to receive our postings he had all of us in the gym brushing up on our combat skills, towards the end he said “right 2 pairs of cuffs 2 men, Matt against me.” He was giving me a way out, a way to get back at him for all the shit he had given me over the last 3 months, I happily stepped forward this time. We grappled for about 2 min before we were both sweating, my shirt had been torn so I quickly ripped it off and advanced on my nemesis. The brief loss of concentration gave him his opportunity, he had me in an arm bar, I was fucked and i felt his cuffs close tightly around my wrist, he flipped me over in seconds like a sack of potatoes and cuffed my other hand behind my back. He pulled my set of cuffs from my hand and locked them on as well. Laughing as he explained how not to lock a second pair on a person especially with the key holes facing each other, as he had just done.

I was screwed. He kicked me over onto my back and triumphantly put his foot on my chest with my hardon trying to climb out of my tight shorts. The rest of the guys were fighting to hold back their laughter at my helpless position. The captain had a smirk on his face as he placed his boot on my hardon and said “I don’t know how you are going to get those cuffs off or take care of your dick,” at which point the entire squad burst out laughing. He dragged me to my feet and dismissed the rest of the squad before he marched me still cuffed and trying to hide my hardon to the workshop to get the cuffs cut off.

That evening our deployment papers came through and I was being sent to Columbia. The captain came up to me and smiled as he explained that he had arranged for me to be sent to his brother’s precinct and that I would wish I were back at training.

Metal would like to thank the author, Chain Slave, for this story.

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