By Robmacz

Elliott grabbed Chris’s arm and assisted him off the chair and walked him towards the desk. He unlocked Chris’s cuffs from behind his back and told him to put his hands on his head. Chris had dressed very casual for the occasion, quite unlike Tom. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. Looking at him, Tom guessed that he was a little taller than himself, and while he clearly went to the gym he was not muscle toned to the extent the two cops were. Nonetheless, Tom found him immensely attractive.

Chris handed over his possessions as he was instructed to before being finger printed. He was told he was to be given a strip search. Chris felt his heart flutter a little, while Tom was just as excited to have a ring side seat. Chris took off his flip flops and put them in the plastic tray provided before taking off his t-shirt and shorts. He stood there in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, filled to capacity by his bugling dick. As he pulled them down Tom could see Chris’s semi-erect dick leaking precum.

Elliott snapped on a pair of latex gloves before examining parts of Chris’s body. Chris was told to stand with his hands on the back of his head while Elliott looked into his mouth and ears and lifted his dick. He was then asked to show the soles on his feet before Elliott told him to bend over for a cavity search. Chris did so; the expression on his face told Tom that he wasn’t expecting this, but Tom grew more excited at the spectacle, knowing he would be next.

As soon as the cavity search was over Chris was ordered to dress out in his jail clothes, which were handed to him by Jackson. Chris pulled on the white boxer shorts, socks and t-shirt before stepping into an orange jumpsuit with the word INMATE on the back, his dick getting more and more excited as he snapped the steel buttons together. As soon as he was dressed he stepped into a pair of plastic slides and stood there looking at Jackson who was holding a pair of leg shackles. The shackles were fixed to his feet before cuffing his hands behind his back.

Chris had his mugshot taken against the height chart. Front on, followed by left and right profile shots. Tom found him even more attractive in his jail clothes than he was before. He felt his dick twitch again. He was as hard as a rock and leaking precum. In hindsight he thought to himself that it may have been a mistake to deny himself for several days because he felt he might not be able to control himself much longer.

Chris sat down next to Tom, his shackles clanking against the chair as he did so. Tom, who was now smelling the laundry soap in Chris’s uniform, was immediately assisted to get up. He went through the same routine as Chris had done, stripping off the remnants of his suit to reveal a pair of patterned boxer briefs which were now wet and sticky with precum. Chris could see the outline of his erect dick, which jumped to attention as he pulled down his shorts. As Elliott snapped on the gloves, Tom knew he was on the verge of cumming, the cavity search sealing the deal as Tom could hold it no longer. He shot a load all over the floor, getting some of it on Elliott’s boot.

‘You dirty pervert’ Elliott said. ‘Get down there and clear it up.’

Tom looked around for something to wipe the floor when he realised that Elliott meant for him to lick it up. He bent down and started to lick up the considerable amount of cum that he had deposited. All in all he found it quite a humiliating experience.

Once dressed in his jail uniform Tom was cuffed and shackled like Chris. They were escorted through the barred door in to the cell block. There were two cells, each about eight feet long and six feet wide, which were separated by bars so that one cell looked into the other. Along the front of the cells were barred doors which opened by sliding to the sides; the remainder of the wall was made out of breeze blocks. There was a skylight just outside the cells to let in some natural light, but otherwise there were no windows. In each cell there was a bed, with a plastic mattress, a pillow and a sheet. The only other item in each cell was a metal toilet/wash basin combo. Tom looked at his new home and how sparse it was, but then thought to himself, what else do I really need.

The first cell door was opened by Jackson, and Tom was told to get inside. The door slammed shut behind him. Then the second door was unlocked by Elliott, and Chris walked through before the door slammed behind him too. The noise of the doors slamming gave both men a jump. Elliott ordered them to turn around and put their hands through the slot. Their handcuffs were removed, but their shackles would remain on for the duration of their stay, with the exception of showering.

Elliott and Jackson left the cell block, shutting the outer barred door behind them. Tom and Chris looked at each other through the bars; they had not yet spoken to each other in what was now getting on for nearly four hours since they first met in real life.

‘Fuck, I’m horny’ said Chris. ‘And clearly you are too from that display in there.’

Tom grinned as Chris unbuttoned his jumpsuit and pulled it down, followed by his boxers. He slid his dick through the bars and a grateful Tom didn’t need telling to take it in his mouth. It wasn’t long before Chris was shooting his load and Tom lapped it up.

For the rest of the evening the two prisoners lay on their beds and chatted, mainly about their favourite subject and what would be in store for them for the rest of their sentence. Tom had had a worry before embarking on his trip that once they met in real life he wouldn’t find Chris as easy to get on with or even as attractive as he looked on line. But Tom wasn’t disappointed. Chris had an easy manner and his boyish good looks were as good in real life as they were on screen. Despite being in his late thirties, Chris could pass for at least ten years younger. His blond hair and blue eyes would always cause heads to turn when he walked down the street. For his part Chris was just as eager to meet with Tom. He had chatted and played with many guys over the years, including his special friend who had to date given him his most realistic arrest experience. But through their online chats Chris had come to think on Tom as his cell mate. The guy he would like to serve time with. Seeing him sitting in the back of the police car with his strong arms cuffed behind his back only served to enhance that feeling and now they were sitting in adjoining cells.

Both prisoners were exhausted with all the excitement of the day, so when lights were turned off at 9pm they soon fell fast asleep. They were both woken early the next morning by Elliott running his baton up and down the bars of the cells. The two bleary eyed prisoners were ordered out of their beds and told to stand to attention. Elliott explained that after breakfast they would be put to work in the yard.

Breakfast was taken in the cell. Both Tom and Chris thought it pretty disgusting, but as they discussed they deserved nothing more. When Elliott and Jackson returned they were carrying a long heavy length of chain and two pairs of boots. The boots were passed through the bars of the cells and the prisoners were ordered to put the boots on. Once they had done so Chris was ordered to stand with his back to the cell door and to pass his hands through the slot. These were cuffed behind his back  and the cell door was opened. The heavy chain was then looped round his ankle and padlocked on. Tom followed suit and soon the two prisoners were chained together.

They were led outside by Elliott with Jackson bringing up the rear. As they walked through the intake area Tom could see from the clock on the wall that it was only 6.30am. Elliott opened the outer door and the sun was already shining brightly and the heat was rising. Elliott told them to stand on a mark on the ground and then proceeded to tell them their task. The far side of the yard had become overgrown and needed clearing. The two inmates looked over at the area that Elliott was pointing to. It was about 12 yards square and full of growth up to waist height. Elliott told them how much progress he expected that morning. They were also told that they would get a water break each hour and that if they wished they could pull their jumpsuits down to their waist.

As he was saying this Jackson appeared and uncuffed them both. He led them over to the area and showed them the tools that they would be using. Not many and none too sharp, Tom noticed. Jackson ordered them to get started and then went and sat on a chair in the shade. The two prisoners started work, the chain separating them by no more than two yards and each still with their shackles on. Within a matter of minutes sweat was building up on both of them, and soon both had taken down the top half of their jumpsuits, tying the arms round their waits. Working hard on the job in hand they had cleared no more than a couple of yards before Jackson ordered them to stop and take on water. By this time their t-shirts were soaked with sweat and dirt and Jackson told them they could remove their t-shirts too if they wished. Before getting back to work both prisoners took their t-shirts off and soon their sweaty bodies were glistening in the sun, their hair also soaked with sweat.

By the number of water breaks Chris estimated that they had been working for five hours before they were ordered to call it a day. They had made less than half the progress that Elliott had said he expected them to. Even though both were relatively fit neither man was clearly as fit as a real prisoner. Once they had gathered up their tools and stored them in the appropriate place, both men were handcuffed behind their backs and led back inside the jail. They sat down once again on the chairs they had sat on when they arrived the previous day as Elliott informed them they would be strip searched before being allowed to take a shower. He warned Tom in particular that he would face additional punishment if he ejaculated again.

Both men were given a full strip search before being led naked to the shower together. The shower unit was made of steel with a single shower head which produced barely warm water. Each of the prisoners had been given a small bar of soap and told they had two minutes under the shower before the water was turned off. As they lathered up Tom wished they could spend more time in the shower together. Both men were rock hard as they closed up under the shower head.  But time was short and neither managed to fully rinse himself off before the shower was stopped.  Jackson threw them each a small hand towel and told them to get dry. While they were still wet and hard, Jackson gave them each of them a pair of boxer shorts and told them to put them on. Fresh uniforms would be waiting for them in their cells. Once they were in their boxers they were handcuffed once again behind their backs and marched to their cells.

Back in their cells and dressed in fresh orange jumpsuits and with their shackles reapplied after their shower, the two prisoners lay on their beds, exhausted.

‘I’m beat’ said Chris, looking across at Tom through the bars.

‘Me too, but you know, I think that’s been the most useful day’s work I’ve done in years. I’m not joking, what do I normally do? Meet with boring rich clients who wouldn’t know real work if it hit them in the face, produce strategy documents which no one reads, run up a large expenses account, and what do I achieve? Nothing. Today I achieved something. I cleared part of the yard.’

‘It sounds like jail suits you, Tom.’

‘Well I think it does. Honest work, good company, what more does a guy really want. Plus I don’t have any decisions to make. I’m just told what to do. No one pestering me to decide which purchase to make, which new applicant to hire. This is the simple life. I could get used to it.’

‘You should be careful what you wish for you know.’

‘Well it’s not like I’ll end up in prison, I’m no criminal, wouldn’t know where to start. But it’s a fucking horny thought though.’

Chris was making a careful note of what Tom was saying and wondering if this was the time to call in a favour from his special friend.

The next four days followed the same routine. Following breakfast Tom and Chris would be taken into the yard to work. Around lunchtime they would be brought back into the jail for a strip search and shower and then be allowed to spend the rest of the day in their cell, where they would talk and play with their dicks, often sucking each other through the bars. On the last afternoon before their release Chris asked Tom what he had planned in the few days before his flight back.

‘Nothing planned really. Thought I might find myself a decent hotel on the coast and just chill out.’

‘Well I know the place, if you fancy spending it with me?’

Tom looked at Chris through the bars and told him that he thought that sounded a great idea.

When they awoke on their final day in jail, both men were slightly deflated. As Tom had said and Chris had agreed, this had been the hottest thing he had ever done and he would definitely be back the following year.

There was no work on the final morning. Breakfast was served a little later and shortly after 11am Elliott and Jackson arrived to escort both prisoners to the intake area where they would be released. For the last time Tom and Chris put their hands through the slot in the cell door and felt the cuffs snap round their wrists. They were escorted into the intake area where they stripped out of their jail jumpsuits and got dressed in the clothes they arrived in.

‘Well you’re free to go gentlemen’ Elliott said as he stepped out of character for the first time that week. ‘Can I say it has been a pleasure to incarcerate both of you this week. You have played your parts well. Do you need transportation back anywhere? We can run you into the next town and from there you can get a bus ride into Durham.’

Tom was about to accept, but Chris leaped in: ‘No it’s okay, I have a ride coming to pick us both up, should be here any minute.’

Both ex-prisoners shook the hands of Elliott and Jackson and promised to be back again next year. They stepped out of the building as a black BMW X series was coming down the drive.

‘Right on time’ said Chris as the car pulled to a halt a few feet away from where they were standing. An attractive young man in a black suit, white shirt and black tie got out of the driver’s door.

‘Good morning Mr Nash, do you have any luggage?’

‘My friend here has a small suitcase, but that is all thank you Joseph.’

Tom looked at Chris in amazement, ‘You have your own driver?’

‘I do, shall we go?’

As they climbed into the back of the top of the range BMW, Tom realised that there was much he didn’t know about Chris. In fact, he didn’t think that Chris had ever told him what he did for a living, but clearly it must be paying very well.

‘Where to, Mr Nash?’

‘The Ocean Hotel please Joseph.’ ‘I think you’ll like it, Tom, it’s the best hotel on the coast in this part of the world. A little luxury after a week behind bars.’

It was a three hour drive from the jail to reach the better part of the coast where the hotel was located. As they drove into the grounds Tom could immediately see that it was an exclusive resort. The lawns were immaculate and the flower beds were beautifully attended to. It was also clear that this was prime beach front real estate. Tom didn’t usually worry about spending a lot on a holiday, but he wondered how much this was going to set him back. As if reading his mind Chris turned to him and said:

‘I was planning on coming here anyway, so you are my guest. Please don’t worry about the expense.’

‘Actually, I was more worried about what to wear. I’ve only a polo and shorts and a crumpled suit that I wore to jail.’

Chris laughed. ‘We’ll soon get that fixed.’

The BMW pulled up at the main entrance and soon porters were opening the doors to the car and helping Tom and Chris out. Joseph opened the boot of the car and one of the porters took Tom’s case from him. Chris led the way into the hotel. ‘Good morning Mr Nash’ the receptionist said, ‘it’s good to have you back with us; we have your usual suite reserved.’

‘Thank you Susan.’ Chris completed the forms and then Susan escorted him to his suite, with Tom following behind.

‘I hope everything is to your satisfaction Mr Nash, but if there is anything else you need please do not hesitate to call.’

Tom saw Chris give Susan and the porter, who was carrying Tom’s suitcase, $50 each.

‘Thank you Susan. Perhaps you could send the valet up in about 15 minutes my friend has some laundry.’

‘Of course Mr Nash.’

The suite was stunning, with doors that opened out onto a small veranda with steps down onto the beach. A bottle of champagne was sitting in ice on a table with two glasses. ‘Drink?’ Chris said as he opened the champagne.

‘I think we need this after the week we’ve had. Now why don’t you get your dirty clothes and put them in the laundry bag for the valet and they can also press your suit for you too.’

After the valet had been to collect Tom’s clothes, they both sat on the veranda looking out at the sea.

‘So what exactly do you do for a living?’ Tom asked Chris.

‘Well not much actually. I made a fortune as a dealer on the bond markets, but now I like to enjoy myself. I actually live in quite a modest condominium. I have a cleaner who comes in twice a week and Joseph I hire in anytime I need driving somewhere.’

‘Well, it’s a nice way to round off a terrific week, so thank you.’

‘You’re welcome. But there is something I’d like you to do for me.’

‘Oh what’s that?’ asked Tom.

‘Pound my arse.’

To be continued…