By Robmacz

I woke to the sound of clanging. Billy was running his baton over the bars.

‘Good morning, inmate,’ he said as I opened my eyes. ‘Just to let you know—if you’d like a trip to the courthouse, Mike will represent you. He has business there this morning and he said he’ll make sure he takes care of you. Now what’s it gonna be?’

I told him I would go to court.

‘Good boy. I don’t think you’ll regret it. I saw last night how hard you got when I cuffed you, and you’ll have plenty more jewelry to go to court in. I go off duty in a few minutes, but I’ll be in touch real soon. You’ve got a lotta juice there, and I want it all for me.’

I went back to my bed, but I couldn’t go to sleep. A couple of hours later one of the other cops brought around some food and some bad coffee.  About half an hour later he returned carrying chains.

‘Put your hands through the slot,’ he ordered.

This guy wasn’t sugar coating anything like Billy did; he was just going through his daily routine. I put my hands through the slot in the bars that was made for that purpose, and he cuffed my hands.  Then he put a black cover over the chain between the cuffs, making them rigid.

‘Step away from the door and kneel on the bunk.’

I followed his instructions and he unlocked the cell door and walked in carrying chains.  First I felt him apply some leg shackles. As they clicked into place my dick hardened a little bit more. Then he fed a chain around my waist and attached it to the handcuffs, before applying a padlock.  Now I was ready to be helped off the bed and led out of the cell and down to the booking area. I shuffled along with his hand on my arm, not able to take any more than small steps in the chains. Another cop had hold of the guy who had been cuffed to the rail when I came in. They took us both outside to a waiting police cruiser.

The courthouse was located on the other side of town, and it took us about 20 minutes to get there.  We drove in silence, broken only by the occasional radio traffic.  As the car pulled up outside the courthouse I thought they were going to take us to a back entrance–but no, we were going in the front door. There were people walking past, no doubt on their way to work, or shopping, or meeting their friend for coffee.  But as they were doing so, two prisoners were being escorted into the courthouse in full view of all. I hadn’t thought about that, but now I was half expecting to see someone I knew–my firm was based only a couple of blocks away.  But eventually we shuffled up the stairs and through the door and were taken into a courtroom. There were other prisoners there, also decked out in orange.  As I was being seated, I caught a glimpse of Mike.  He smiled and came over to me.

Mike had been my best friend for years, and beyond sharing a bed two or three times during those early years we’d never tried it on with each other. I guess we knew too much about each other and valued our friendship too much for there to be anything more. But as he walked towards me I was reminded of what a good looking guy he was. He was wearing a charcoal suit, white shirt, blue tie, and black tassel loafers. He was probably wearing $2,000 of clothes, but as a lawyer, he could afford that.

‘Well, look at you,’ he said as he sat down. ‘Not many people can get away with wearing orange, but on you…’

The contrast of me chained up in a clown suit and him wearing his designer gear could not have been greater.

‘Billy’s filled me in on what happened. Didn’t I tell you you’d have a great time?’ I grinned. ‘I haven’t seen you smile like that in a while,’ he said. ‘Now, don’t say anything. When your case is called, I’ll appear and say you are pleading not guilty and the judge will just bail you until your hearing, which will probably be in a couple of weeks. Though the DA will have dropped the case by then.’

Half an hour later my case was called and it all proceeded just as Mike had said it would. I was due to appear in seventeen days.

Mike turned to me and said, ‘Okay, I’ve got to go and defend another con down the corridor. You wait here and they will take you back to collect your things before you’re released. It may take a bit of time, since they’ve got to finish the rest of your friends here. Oh, by the way, Billy says he will pick you up at 7:00 tonight, at your place. Jacket and tie.  He’s taking you to Pierre’s.’

It wasn’t until early afternoon that I finally got home. I’d spent four hours in chains, and boy did that feel good. I had no idea what a turn on that could be. I guess if you actually knew you were likely to end up in jail then it might be different, but I knew that Mike and Billy had it covered. Once inside my apartment I thought I had better take a bath, since I still smelt of jail.  Although I was kind of getting used to that smell, to liking that smell. I turned on the taps and went to check my messages. A few unimportant emails and no phone calls.  At work I was pretty much left to my own devices. I often worked from home, and as long as things were done, my boss didn’t care. I certainly wasn’t going to do any work that afternoon. As soon as my bath was run, I stripped off and took a nice long soak.

By 6:00 I was wondering what to wear. Pierre’s was the best French restaurant for miles around and very expensive. What a contrast to Harry’s Diner! I spent ages rooting in my underwear drawer–once Billy opened the outer wrapper, I wanted to impress. I settled on a pair of black CK briefs. Then I put on a light pink shirt, a blue tie, and a mid-grey suit.  I took an age deciding on my shoes. As someone once said, you can tell a lot about a guy from his shoes, though I never knew quite what. Eventually I settled on a pair of brown handmade derbies that I’d picked up in Italy year before last.

At 7:00 on the dot I saw Billy pull up outside.  A few moments later I heard the buzzer on my door. I opened it to see him standing there looking every inch the perfect specimen, his jacket nicely highlighting his upper body muscles.

‘Well, hello there, convict,’ he said.

I grinned, or rather I blushed. ‘Would you like to come in?’

‘Later,’ he said. ‘First we have to eat.’

On the way to the restaurant he asked me whether I had enjoyed my experience.

‘Oh fuck yeah,’ I replied. ‘It was one of the horniest things I’ve ever done.’

‘I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hadn’t planned on anything like that, but when you said you wanted to see more of me in my uniform it just occurred to me. Mike had told me how much you liked a man in uniform, and he was right.’

‘Yeah, that’s always been a weakness of mine. What I didn’t realise was how hot it would be to be cuffed and chained. Even the jail uniform was kinda sexy.’

‘Well, you certainly looked sexy in it.’

I hadn’t dined at Pierre’s very often, and not for well over a year. Billy though, was greeted warmly by the maitre d.’

‘Ah Monsieur Cooper, so nice to see you again. Richard, table seven for Monsieur Cooper and his friend.’

This was no cheap restaurant, so I wondered how Billy could afford it on his salary.  Perhaps he had private means. I had inherited a bit myself, so I couldn’t judge. Anyway, his financial situation was not at the top of my priority list at the moment. We had a fantastic meal and great wine, though Billy only had one glass, since he insisted on driving me home. We talked a lot about my experience the night before and what it was like being a cop, and before I knew it I was sitting in his car on the way back to my place.

‘You’re coming in, I hope,’ I said somewhat pathetically.

‘You try and stop me,’ he replied.

As I put the key in the lock and opened the door, I felt him push me inside. Before I knew it he had my hands cuffed behind my back. He swung me around and started to kiss me, at the same time grasping my dick, which was jumping to attention.

‘I’ve been wanting to do that all day,’ he said. ‘And now I want to do this…’

He began to undo my belt and pull my trousers down. Then he got on his knees and started licking the precum that was leaking through my briefs.

‘Mmmm,’ he said, before pulling them down and taking my dick in his mouth. He got me on edge very quickly. ‘Not just yet,’ he said, before leading me to the bedroom and a fuck like I hadn’t known before.

To be continued…