By lthr_jock

As Gordon walked away, Mike wondered what he had agreed to – he always knew that Gordon would respect his boundaries but he had no such confidence in the Polish skinhead. He turned towards Gordon’s retreating figure and tried to yell around the gag, but his head was twisted back by Jan’s strong fingers who pushed his head back and poured more beer down his throat. As Mike coughed and choked around the beer, Jan grabbed another bottle and did the same. Mike gulped the fluid down as fast as he could. As it went down, Mike could feel several small objects as they passed over his palate – Jan had put some kind of pill in the beer!

Mike started to struggle against the restraints but found they were solidly in place and, hampered as he was by them, there was little he could do. The alcohol in the beer seemed to be affecting him quicker than normal and he shook his head as the world took on a fuzzy appearance. At the same time, he started to wonder why he had been worried and he stopped struggling. Jan leant in close to him. “Good lad, Mikey.   Now just tipping your head back again?” Mike did so and Jan poured another bottle of beer down his throat, this time not hiding the small green tablets that he had in his hand. Mike gulped it all down.

Mike’s world was now hazy, so when Jan unlocked the humbler and the chains locking Mike to the wall, he barely reacted. Jan had to jerk hard on the leash before Mike would stand up and the skinhead then steered Mike out of the club and into the back of a van parked down the road. Once inside, Jan unlocked everything Mike was wearing and ordered him out of it. Mike slowly took everything off until he was crouched naked in the rear of the van, a vacant grin on his face. Jan grinned back “Oh, Mikey, you are looking so hot like that.” He stepped back and took a couple of pictures of the naked officer, his cock still rockhard in front of him and then opened up a duffle bag and began pulling items out. As he handed them over, Mike pulled them on without hesitation. First on was a red muscle vest, followed by a jockstrap that was clearly used. He then pulled on a tight pair of bleachers before lacing on a pair of cherry red Ranger boots that reached to his knees. His cock was clearly outlined in the bleachers, but Mike didn’t seem to care. He then pulled on a pair of fingerless leather gloves, with studs on the back of the knuckles. His outfit was completed with a green MA1 jacket and a red watch cap.

Jan looked with pleasure at the skinhead stood before him. He motioned Mikey to come and sit near the rear doors of the van. Mike did so, his booted legs dangling down towards the floor. He looked down with interest as Jan reached forward to stroke his cock through the tight denim of the bleachers and didn’t flinch away. “Oh, Mikey. I would love to fuck you, but Gordon would fuck me up.” Instead of doing what he really wanted to do, Jan secured a heavy set of boot shackles around Mike’s ankles and then locked him into triple-weight handcuffs. He then pushed Mike back into the van, locked the back door and drove off.

Mike in the back of the van had no idea where they were going, and didn’t care. Whatever Jan had given him had completely removed his inhibitions and he was enjoying the gear he was wearing and the restraints he was in. He opened up the fly of his bleachers and was happily stroking his cock when the van came to a halt. He didn’t stop jerking off as he heard Jan’s boots walking to the back of the van. The doors opened and he could see Jans’ silhouette against the streetlights. “For fuck, sake, Mikey, put that away.” He barely had chance to before Jan grabbed him by the cuffs and hauled him out of the back of the car. Jan pushed him up some steps, through a door, and up another flights of stairs. He fumbled with some keys before the final door opened and as it did he pushed Mike inside. Mike looked around with some surprise at his own flat. “Hey, you brought me home,” he said happily. Mike went to slump down on the sofa, but Jan grabbed the cuffs and manhandled him towards the bedroom. “Not so fast, Mikey, no soft sofa for you.” He pushed Mikey into the bedroom and onto the bed. As Mike wriggled and tried to stand up, Jan pushed a ball gag into his mouth and then lifted the restrained copper up and put him over his shoulder. With his foot he pushed the gate of the under-bed cage open, and he wrestled Mike inside. “There, Mikey, you can see what the view is like from there for a while.” With that he turned off the light and headed into the front room.

Mike knew that he should be worried about Jan having access to his flat – but somehow he didn’t care. Instead, he resumed what he had been working on in the van and soon he was spurting thick creamy cum over the bars of the cage.

In the front room, Jan was playing with Mike’s computer. He turned it on and called up the text message Gordon had sent him that contained all of Mike’s passwords. In a few minutes he had opened up multiple windows including Mike’s bank and PayPal accounts. He grinned as he made Mike a few purchases. After he thought for a while, he created memberships on a few web-sites and used some of the pics he had taken of Mike that evening as profile pictures. He then sat on the chat rooms of two of the sites and engaged in several conversations as Mike, enjoying himself as they reacted to the pictures he had posted.

Jan took a quick break. He checked on Mike to see the young policeman asleep in the cage, the signs of his recent orgasm still staining the bars and his bleachers. He laughed and took another couple of photos, then grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge before heading back to the computer. On the screen a private message request was flashing from someone called GingerTop. He clicked on it and his eyes widened a bit as he read:

“I can’t believe you’re on this site, Mike. And with some great pictures as well. Who took them for you? I knew you were into this kind of thing when you got your head shaved, but I didn’t want to say anything just in case I was wrong.”

Jan wondered who this was as he hadn’t used Mike’s name when he set up the profile. He clicked on GingerTop’s profile and saw that the owner was young and lived a few miles away. He checked out the profile photographs and saw a fresh-faced man with close-cropped ginger hair – and a definitely interest in leather and bondage. “Yes, Mikey, this is definitely someone you should be being friends with.” Jan decided to reply.

“I said nothing for same reason. Great pics. Love the boots in the 4th one. You let me polish them sometime?”

The response came back very quickly along with a phone number.

“If you do, you’ll be doing it on a leash and wearing a steel collar. Still interested?”

Jan adjusted his swelling cock in his bleachers.

“Yes.”

He chuckled as he put the phone number into Mike’s phone. To his surprise the number was already in there under the contact name “Frank Harding”. Jan wondered who Frank was and how the two men knew each other. He was concerned about saying something that would make Frank realise that it wasn’t Mike on the chat room, so he quickly closed both windows and turned the computer off. He took a long sip of beer as he considered what to do next. Gordon would know – so he texted him about what had happened and let him know about the mysterious Frank.

He checked his watch – it was early morning now and he had to be up in a few hours time. Draining the beer, he headed into the bedroom and stripped before settling down in Mike’s bed, over the head of the already snoring policeman.

Jan woke up to the sound of grunting coming from under the bed, as well as thuds as Mike hit the wooden baseboard. He leaned over the side of the bed to see a reddened, drooling face looking at him. “Hello, Mikey,” he said cheerfully. “Did you want something?” Mike nodded urgently and with his hands gestured down towards his crotch. Jan thought for a second. “Oh, do you want to go to the toilet?” he asked innocently. Mike nodded desperately. “Well, Mikey, I will give you a choice. You can piss yourself. If you don’t want to do that, you have to accept any punishment I give you. Which one you going for?” Mike grunted a reply into the gag and then rolled his eyes in frustration as Jan clearly couldn’t understand what he was saying. After what was clearly some swearing, he grunted twice. “Two? You mean you don’t want to piss yourself, but you accept punishment?” Mike nodded. Jan grinned – this was just what he had been hoping for.

He got up and went into the bathroom and set out some items he had brought with him yesterday. He then returned and opened the cage, dragging Mike out and then helping him to his feet before walking him to the bathroom. There he sat him down on a chair he had brought in. “Close your eyes, Mikey.” Mike just glared at Jan. Jan glowered and gave Mike a hefty slap around the face. “Close your eyes, Mikey, or you can just piss yourself.” Mike grunted and obeyed. “And keep them closed till I tell you.”

Mike wondered what Jan had planned. He felt Mike remove the cuffs and then move his hands behind his back where they were cuffed again. He then felt something rubbery being pulled down over his head – a hood of some kind. “Open your mouth, Mikey.” He did so and something like a diver’s respirator was pushed into his mouth. The hood was then zipped and laced shut and a thick collar was secured around his neck. Something was pushed into each nostril. Mike still kept his eyes closed as Jan started chatting. “You see, Mikey, I did not knows you were a copper when we first met. Gordon was a bit sneaky there.” Mike felt his bleachers being opened and his cock was pulled out. He sighed with relief – clearly Jan was going to let him piss. “See, Mikey, I don’t like coppers much coz they don’t like me. I think they’re all kurwa. And now Gordon tell me to punish you. Fucking perfect.” Mike felt something like a rubber sleeve being placed over his cock and then secured with a strap around the root. Then Jan fiddled with the hood. “OK, Mikey, you can open your eyes now. I bet you really want to go.” Mike opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. As expected he was wearing a full rubber hood – though he had not expected it to be made of yellow rubber. He could see two black tubes leading out of his nose. Attached to the front of the gag was a double-valve with a tube on one side. He looked down to see that the tube connected to a rubber sleeve that had been secured over his cock. He tried to stand, but Jan pushed him back down in place. “Now now, Mikey, you have to behave. The fucking copper is going to drink his piss like a real man!”

Mike was by now desperate to go, but was determined not to give Jan the satisfaction of drinking his own piss. His bladder was starting to ache, but he refused to piss, instead gurgling swear words at the skinhead. “What’s up Mikey? Shy bladder? No worries, I can fix that.”

Jan picked up a funnel from the shelf and fixed it into a valve on the front of Mike’s gag. Despite him shaking his head, he couldn’t do anything to stop Jan as the skinhead poured a litre of water slowly into the funnel. Mike now realised that the gag held his mouth open. He could stop the water flow with his tongue, but once he did this he was reliant on the tubes in his nostrils for air. Jan noticed what had happened and reached over with a clamp, closing the nose tubes tightly and preventing Mike from drawing in any air. Mike tried to hold his breath, but in the end had to open his mouth at which point it was flooded with water. He was forced to gulp it down in order to breathe and he did so, coughing and spluttering and water leaking out around the collar of the hood.   Jan then took another litre of water. This time Mike obediently gulped it down. “Good, Mikey, good. Now be a good pig and piss.”

Mike still tried to resist but the extra fluid seemed to put extra pressure on his bladder. He tried to prevent it, but felt a small amount of fluid leaking out of his cock. As soon as he became aware of it, he seemed to lose control and piss started to flood out. Jan noticed Mike squirming and locked off the funnel to make sure that the piss would flow smoothly into Mike’s mouth. Nothing happened immediately and Mike hoped that for some reason it hadn’t worked. Unfortunately, his bladder seemed extremely full and he kept on urinating and eventually he tasted a bitter fluid in his mouth. He blocked it with his tongue, but Jan clamped the nostril tubes closed again so Mike had to open his mouth so that he could breathe. As he did, the piss flooded in. He reddened inside the hood with the humiliation of being forced to drink the bitter fluid, but determined to get through this ordeal and started to gulp it down. As he did, he became aware of Jan laughing and he opened his eyes again to see him pointing at Mike’s cock. “ I know it! I know that you are a dirty pig!” Mike looked down to see his cock getting hard. Something about this aroused him.

As he wondered what that meant, he continued to gulp down the piss. His flow eventually ended and he leaned back in the chair, thankful that the ordeal was over. “Not so fast, Mikey. I got to piss as well.” Before Mike could move, Jan unlocked the valve and started to piss into the funnel. Once again, Mike’s mouth was full of the taste of urine – this time the skinheads. This realisation didn’t seem to affect his cock which by now was standing up in front of him like a flag-pole. Eventually Jan finished and the funnel emptied. Jan stepped over to the corner of the bathroom where his phone had recorded the whole thing. He smiled and stopped the video – he would have fun with that later. He threw the keys to the cuffs on the floor. “Sort yourself out, Mikey – you fucking stink.” With a laugh he left the bathroom.

Mike squatted down until he could reach the keys, then fumbled with them until he managed to get them into the lock and open the handcuffs. He then pulled them off, next removing the offensive hood and throwing it onto the floor. He stripped and headed into the shower, taking gulp after gulp of water to try and get the taste of piss out of his mouth. He was angry with Jan and angry with himself for apparently being aroused by the situation. But he couldn’t deny the arousal – especially as his cock was still hard.

He stepped out of the shower to find that Jan had removed all his clothes. He sighed and walked naked into the bedroom, where he found Jan sat on the bed with a pile of clothes beside him. “On your knees, Mikey.” Mike paused – surely this charade had gone far enough? He seriously considered telling Jan to fuck off and calling Gordon to cancel the whole thing. Instead, he sank to his knees. Jan grinned widely. “ Fuck you are a well trained pig.” He threw a yellow rubber jockstrap to Mike. After Mike had struggled into it and tucked his still swollen cock away, Jan followed it with a yellow Ben Sherman polo shirt. Mike pulled them both on and then looked up just in time to catch the bleachers that Jan threw to him. As he caught them he could tell they were unusual – the material was thick rubber. The usual blue and white patterning was replaced with blue and yellow. He slowly pulled them on, far too aware that the feel of the rubber against his skin made his cock even harder. He had problems, but eventually his legs were coated with a second skin of mottled rubber and his cock was making a huge bulge in it. He then got thrown yellow rugby socks and he rolled them up over his feet as far as his knees. Next yellow rubber braces got thrown at him and he caught them and secured them over his shoulder. Finally, a tall pair of black boots ladder laced with yellow laces went on his feet, covering his legs to just under the knee.

Jan jumped to his feet and spun Mike round to face the full length mirror behind him. “Look at you, Mikey, look at the piss hungry skinhead!” He laughed and slapped Mike on the chest, “You and me is going to have such fun, Mikey!” He grabbed one final item – a yellow MA1 jacket with EES emblazoned across the back. “Go check your emails or whatever, Mikey. I going to get ready.” Mike obediently headed into the front room and sat down on the floor with his laptop on the coffee table in front of him. As he logged on he dealt with the usual slew of junk emails and then spotted an unusual one from someone called “GingerTop”, with the title “Boot cleaning”.

It didn’t seem the usual type of junk email as it wasn’t talking about PPI or enlarging his penis. Given what Gordon had him doing last night it seemed likely it was something to do with that, so he opened the email.

“Hey Mike. Great to see you last night. Looking forward to a private session with you, me and my boots. This sort of thing work for you? GingerTop”

Attached to the email was an MP3 image of a man in a leather NYPD uniform with his boots stretched out in front of him. Licking the boots was another man who was naked except for a thick steel collar and a leather slave harness. The face of the man in the leather uniform was not visible. Mike felt his cock pushing against the constraint of the rubber bleachers. He had no idea how this guy got his email address or knew his name, but assumed that he was one of the people whose boots he had polished last night and that they had got the details from Gordon. In that case, they had to be safe and he couldn’t deny the arousal the picture caused him. So he replied.

“Yes, the image definitely gets me excited. Maybe we should arrange that private session soon.”

He grinned as he imagined the reaction that might get. He was a bit concerned about the overtly sexual image – but Gordon would have explained the rules to this guy, so everything would be alright. As he mused on this, his computer pinged to indicate an email had arrived.

“You horny little bugger. How about after work on Tuesday?”

“Yes. I’m off at 17:00. Where shall we meet?”

“You want to meet somewhere else? OK, I can understand that. How about the Hope and Anchor on Newby Place? 19:00?”

“That works for me. See you there.”

Mike grinned – he wondered what he was letting himself in for. Still, there was nothing wrong with meeting this guy for a beer and making sure he understood the ground rules.

Meanwhile, Jan had a leisurely shower and then looked through Mike’s wardrobe until he found what he wanted. As he got dressed, he reviewed the two videos he had taken that morning – the first of Mike being hooded and then drinking piss, the second of him dressing in the yellow skinhead gear. He smiled and rubbed his crotch and sent copies of both video to Gordon. After a moment’s thought, he also sent the pictures to a couple of the guys in the EES – he knew they would get a kick out of it. He then headed into the front room. He stood in the doorway. “Well, Mikey, what do you think? Is Officer Jan ready for duty?” Jan was wearing one of Mike’s spare uniforms, along with a duty belt, boots and a stab vest he had brought along himself. He pushed the uniform cap back to a rakish angle. “You think I can make the streets safe?”

As Mike looked at him open-mouthed he stepped forward and pulled out his handcuffs. “Up, Mikey, you’re under arrest.” Mike started to stand up, “Jan, seriously, you’re mad.” Jan backhanded him across the face and, as Mike fell backwards, he jumped on him. In seconds, Mike’s hands were handcuffed behind him. He stayed on top of Mike and whispered into his ear, “Jan was copper in Poland, so Jan knows exactly what he doing.” He pulled Mike to his feet and then pushed him towards the door.

 

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Metal would like to thank the author, lthr_jock, for this story. If you enjoyed it be sure to leave a comment in the comments section!