By Felon

All was quiet. I don’t know for how long, by then I had lost all track of time. Then I heard heavy bootsteps approaching, I was not blindfolded and saw the next member of “The Union.” It seems Capt Elroy was coming from work and a blaze that kept him busy all night. A large man, six-foot-two or three, booted, in yellow fireman’s pants with suspenders, black red union tee. He was probably between 45 and 50 years old, shaved bald head, and black skin. This man was in a hurry, or perhaps very horny.

I feel his hand on my ass, then hear the heavy zipper unzipped. He spit on my hole and proceeded to mount me.  He drilled down deep and fast and pounded away. I could smell sweat, smoke, oil, all at the same time. At this point I was groaning, and he quickly pulled out. He strutted over to a counter in the room, removed a squeez bottle of some kind, and shoved it up my ass. I felt a burning sensation and then I felt a wave of calm come over my body. also heard a beer can pop and then Capt Elroy was gulping from the can.

He said, “Now we can get down to business” and reinserted his black dick down my white chute.

While drilling me he was talking to someone, indicated that he wanted to drill me again before the group had a chance this weekend. Chief Dan must have been present and indicated he had decided to keep me there insteead of sending me home for a couple of days. Capt Elroy was getting close, just as Chief Dan, clad in boots and Fireman’s helmet, put a ring gag in my drooling mouth and shoved his cock in so I was impaled at both ends. By then I was VERY relaxed, and after Capt Elroy blew his load, Captain Dan came around and shoved his dick up my ass. After a few minutes he grunted and blew his load. Both men stood there drinking beers, covered in sweat.

Capt Elroy said he was going upstairs to shower and sack out. Captain Dan, left for a while, came back and unlocked the restraints. Near the first-floor room there was a small room with matresses attached to the wall and spread on the floor. He helped me off the table and into the room. Told me to get some rest, and later I would be cleaned up, as I was covered with sweat, oil stains, and the smell of smoke. He came back with a heavy chain that he locked around my neck and padlocked it to a steel bolt in the floor next to a five-gallon bucket for piss, and 3 pieces of toilet paper laid on the lid. The door shut. I could hear a padlock click, and I laid there. I assumed it was early or midmorning. I was so exhausted and still somehwat stoned. Rest came quickly.

Meanwhile Chief Dan had my ID, driver’s license, credit cards, and cell phone. He was satisfied enough to start a deeper dive into my life. The room had an old dim light on the ceiling, and of course another mounted camera, which I did not discover right away. He had several phone calls that morning from “guests” that had observed his internet feed of last night’s action.

It was time for him to pick up his original “probie” who served as a nurse at a nearby nursing center. And he had no idea of who was locked away in the Union Hall.

Hope all are enjoying the story. Part 6 is on the way.