By lthr_jock

PC Paul White got out of the patrol car, picked up his paperwork and then checked his phone for the details of the call.  It was a warm day, so he didn’t put on his hi-viz jacket, but he grabbed his cap before heading up to the front door of the four storey building and trying to find the right bell.  Pressing it, he heard a click from the door and he pushed it open.

Inside, the gloom of the hall contrasted with the bright light outside and he peered around.

“Hello?  Mr .. Contenzio?”

Paul wasn’t particularly worried and not expecting any trouble.  He’d been in the police three years, having come straight from university.  He’d got his wrestling blues there and had been weightlifting ever since.  As a result, his 6ft frame was loaded with muscle and he was confident that he could deal with any situation.  He took his cap off and made sure his expensively styled hair was in place, before shouting again.

“Mr Contenzio?”

“Just a minute.”

The reply came from upstairs and he heard heavy footsteps as someone ran down from an upper floor.  The man who came into view was probably 10 years older than Paul – which would make him in his early to mid thirties.  He was taller than Paul and his tight white t-shirt and leather jeans showed Paul that the guy clearly kept in shape.  He was wearing engineer boots which had made his footsteps sound louder.

“Thanks for waiting, officer.  Why don’t you come on up?”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed up out of sight.  Paul sighed and headed up after him, his own hefty boots making booming sounds on the uncarpeted stairs.  Most of the building looked uninhabited and several open doors gave him a view of bare rooms.  Contenzio led him right to the top, into a plainly furnished living room.  Contenzio waved him to a chair at the dining table.

Paul put his cap on the table and pulled his paperwork out.  “Right, Mr Contenzio, I understand you’re motorbike has been vandalised.”

Contenzio nodded, but paused before sitting down.  “Where are my manners?  It’s a hot day and I’m sure you’d like a cold drink.”

“No that’s fine, Sir.”

Contenzio gave an odd smile at the reply.  “Nonsense.  I’m getting myself one, so you might as well have a glass.  It’s a fruit juice mix.”  He got a jug out of the fridge and poured two glasses of the reddy orange liquid before returning to the table.

“Cheers.”  Contenzio lifted his glass to his lips and Paul did the same, taking a sip of the refreshing drink.  He didn’t notice that Contenzio didn’t actually drink any of the liquid.

Paul started to take the statement, asking the usual questions and Contenzio.  When Paul asked to see the paperwork for the bike, Contenzio took both glasses from the table, but only refilled Paul’s glass.  Paul finished the statement and slid his phone across for Contenzio to sign the pad.  He then went through the normal blurb about when Contenzio could expect to hear from him.  Then he stood to go and to his surprise, his head spun and he had to grab the edge of the table to stop from falling.

Contenzio was at his side immediately, his strong arms holding Paul up.  “Careful there, officer.  Was it a bit of a head rush.”

Paul nodded but as he did so, the room spun and he lurched again.

“I think you’d better sit down.”  Paul nodded and went to sit down again, but Contenzio stopped him.  “No, not there.  You need a chair with a bit more support.”

Contenzio helped Paul into the next room, the officer having problems lifting his feet to walk.  In the middle of the room was a heavy wooden chair, reinforced with metal that had a high back and seemed to have straps dangling from it.  “What?… Wass that?”  Paul’s speech slurred as Contenzio manhandled him into the chair.  He tried to stand but his muscles didn’t seem to be responding.

“Just relax, officer, I have something here to help.”

Contenzio opened a cupboard and took something out.  As he returned to Paul, he could see that it was a gas mask.  He tried to stop Contenzio putting it on him, but he could hardly move at all now and soon the thick rubber was over his head and he could hear the sound of his breathing.  Contenzio moved quickly – the paralytic wouldn’t work long on this strong guy.  He secured straps around Pauls chest, wrists and ankles, before returning to the gas mask.  He poured a fluid onto a cotton ball and then pushed that into the intake valve.  Paul smelled something sweet that made his eyes sting, but as he inhaled it he felt himself relax in the restraints.

When Contenzio was sure the drug had taken affect, he pulled off the gas mask.  The straps had left dents in Pauls hair – but that wouldn’t be a problem for long.  He smiled and walked behind Paul.  Paul could hear running water, but couldn’t get together the energy to lift his head.  Contenzio returned with a pair of electric clippers which he ran over Pauls head.  Pauls hair drifted down onto the floor, as Contenzio skilfully took his hair down to stubble.  He then lathered up all of Pauls head and with a barber-shop razor, stripped his head completely clean.  Paul was helpless to resist as all his hair was taken off – including his eyebrows.  Contenzio took a towel and cleaned Pauls head of the remnants of hair and foam, before rubbing some cream into Pauls skin that made his head gleam.

He stood back and nodded happily at the sight. “Much better.  Now you don’t look so much like PC White.  Let’s get you out of that uniform.”  Contenzio checked his watch.  “Hmm Pride parade starts in three hours.  Plenty of time.”

Paul could barely think straight.  He had no idea what he’d been given, but he couldn’t have moved even if he hadn’t been strapped down.  He tried to speak but all that came out was a soft moan.  He looked up as Contenzio stepped back into view.  He was carrying a bundle of slick material that he shook out to reveal a gleaming black rubber one piece suit.  Pauls eyes widened.  He’d worn a wetsuit when on holiday, but nothing like this.  What was this pervert after?

Contenzio slipped the gas mask back and applied more of the drug.  He then unstrapped Paul, and methodically started to take his uniform off.  As he did so, he slipped on Pauls cap – somehow the sight of it on the other man disturbed him even more.  Soon, the slumped figure of the police officer was naked.  “Nearly time for the suit.  One thing to do first.”  Paul barely moved as Contenzio reached out and grabbed his cock.  A metal loop was snapped shut behind Pauls testicles and his substantial cock was pushed into a metal cage.  Contenzio locked it with a small padlock.  “There. Much better.  Shaved head and locked cock.  Starting to look like a proper slave now.  And you’ll need that chastity on once the Viagra kicks in.”

Paul groaned softly as Contenzio rubber his hand over his shiny head.  “Of course, that’s not the only drug I’ve given you.  I think you’re going to find today very pleasurable.”

While Paul wondered what he meant, Contenzio went and picked up the rubber suit.  He poured some liquid inside it and worked the suit so that it was fully coated on the inside.  Paul could now see that the suit would cover from neck to ankle and to wrist.  There was a long rear zip that came around to waist level at the front and the gleaming black of the suit was only relieved by a yellow paw print on the left chest.

Contenzio smiled as Paul looked in wonder at the suit.  “I see you’re intrigued.  You’ll love it.”

With that, he started to work Pauls feet into the suit.  As it went on, he could feel a slimy liquid inside it that made it easier to pull on, but it still had to be stretched and pulled as it was worked on to his legs.  It was a time-consuming process.  As it went on, Paul became aware of two things.  Firstly, his strength was slowly returning.  Secondly, he was getting aroused and his cock was soon pressing urgently against the rigid steel of the cage.  Contenzio chuckled as he noticed this and gave Paul another dose of the drug which dashed his hopes for escape.  But at least he knew how fast it wore off, so he had hope of being able to get free.

Contenzio was keeping a close eye on Paul, and another dose of the drug was administered before the rubber suit was pulled on.  Paul was now covered in black rubber from the neck down and as Contenzio zipped it closed, he felt it skintight against his muscles.  His caged cock was now an obvious lump in the front of the suit with his cock painful as it tried to burst out of the cage.

Contenzio spent some time with a cloth polishing the rubber.  He spent extra time around the crotch and Paul groaned as Contenzio tickled his balls through the rubber.  “What a nice looking rubber slave you’re becoming, boi.”  He wheeled a full length mirror in so that Paul could see exactly what he looked like.  The gleam of the rubber was matched by the shine of his bald head.  Paul was staring at an unfamiliar person.

He tried to ask a question, but before he could get out a croak, Contenzio stuffed a cock shaped object into his mouth that trapped his tongue on the floor of his mouth and held it in place.  The rubber cock was secured to a thick plate that completely covered his face from the nose down.  Straps over and behind his head secured it in place and Contenzio added padlocks.  In the mirror, Paul could see he was wearing a rubber muzzle.  He tried to speak but could only grunt.  He could feel drool starting to flow already.  A twinge in his crotch let him know that one part of him, at least was enjoying this.

Contenzio then came back to Paul with a thick leather jacket.  As he got a good look at it, Paul could see that it was heavily reinforced and that the arms were long and ended in mitts.  To his shock, he realised it was a fully leather straightjacket.  He was still unable to resist as Contenzio wrestled him into the jacket.  The heavy leather over the thick rubber was making him sweat and he moaned into the gag as Contenzio secured the straps down the back.  He then tightened two crotch straps which made Pauls cock stick out even more, and then he tightened the straps again.  Wrapping Pauls arms around himself and through the side straps, he secured him tightly in place and then added padlocks to every strap.

Contenzio nodded with satisfaction as he looked at his handiwork.  “Now that’s what I call a slave.”  He checked his watch.  “Right on time.  Just a couple more things and you’ll be ready for the march.”

Contenzio took out knee-high DMs and laced them onto Pauls feet.  The thick leather tightened around the rubber and was secured in place by yellow lacing.  Contenzio then locked thick metal restraints around Pauls ankles with about 2ft of chain between.  Pauls strength was returning now, so Contenzio was able to make him stand and walk around.  The chain stopped him taking full steps and clanked with every one.  The sound seemed to make his penis even more aroused and he could now feel that his cock was oozing precum.

“Nearly ready, boi.”

Contenzio knew that Paul wouldn’t like the next step, so he pushed him face down over a table and secured the front of the straight jacket to a ringbolt.  Then he opened up the rear zip of the suit and Paul felt the chill of fluid over his arse.  He grunted and yelled as much as he could as Contenzio worked the fluid into his virgin arse.  He then felt something harder pushing against his hole.  He yelled into the gag with pain as his hole was forced open.  The item seemed to get wider and wider and then suddenly narrowed and he felt his arse close around it.  There was still something sticking out and Paul wondered what it was as the suit was zipped closed around it.

Contenzio unchained him, though left the chain dangling from the collar of the straight jacket to use as a leash.  He pulled Paul to the mirror and turned him so that he could see the thick rubber tail that was obviously connected to the plug in his arse.  Paul was helpless and looked like some kind of weird sex toy.

Conetnzio left Paul for a while, his leash locked to the back of the chair.  Paul tested his strength – it was fully returned now but his restraints kept him securely in place.  He could feel sweat trickling down inside the suit and his rockhard cock was a constant source of pain.

When Contenzio came back, he was wearing a full leather uniform.  Paul had seen guys in them before, but this was the first time he had ever felt his cock respond to it.  Contenzio smiled at the slave stood before him, took a secure hold on the leash and led him out of the house.

The two men – or one Man and a slave, as Contenzio put it – caused quite a stir on the way to the Pride Parade.  People could hardly fail to notice the two big men, and they were photographed several times.  Paul tried to beg for help, but could only grunt.  He hoped beyond hope that someone would recognise him – until he thought what people would think.  No-one would believe a big, strong man like him had been forced to do this.  As a result, he started walking with his head looking downwards – which Contenzio pointed out made him look more like a slave.

The Pride Parade was packed with people, and Contenzio made a bee-line for the leather men.  There were lots more dressed like him, and several dressed as pups and slaves – though none as well restrained as Paul.  As the parade started, he got a lot of attention and soon got used to people stroking and spanking his rubber covered arse.  Contenzio made a point of speaking to every policeman along the route, and encouraged them to have pictures taken with Paul.  Paul flushed with embarrassment as several of them had worked with him, but none of them seemed to associate the shaven-headed gimp with their colleague.

As Paul staggered along the road, he could feel his arousal increase and he grunted loudly as cum dribbled down inside the suit.  Contenzio noticed and pulled him close.  “Good, boi.  That’s a good slave.  Enjoy yourself.  This is the first day of the rest of your life.”  With a yank on the leash, he pulled Paul towards another group of police officers, and the slave obediently walked along behind him.

Metal would like to thank the author, lthr_jock, for this story! And everyone please welcome him back to the Prison Library!