By Bound2Plzu

A couple of weeks had gone by since I had seen or spoken to my friend Troy in the police department.  I didn’t want to seem overly anxious to try out the jail cell again, but when Friday afternoon rolled around and the phone rang at my desk, I was really glad that it was him and I started getting a hard on right then and their.

Troy asked if I had a full weekend lined up or would I like to spend some more time in the jail.  Getting the grass cut and house cleaned no longer seemed a priority.  Of course I said sure and when?  Troy said lets try for Saturday around 10, and would I be interested in him making it a little more difficult for me.  That was all it took for me to have a full raging hard on.  I told him sure, I could take it!  He said well we’ll see.  It was after I hung the phone up I realized maybe I should have asked “What do you mean by difficult?”  But it was too late for asking questions then.

Thinking about Troy in his Dark Navy uniform having me locked up and powerless really worked on my head.  I didn’t think I’d ever fall asleep.  It was finally time to be up and about.  Troy was right on time and off in his police car we went.  When we got to the jail, nothing had changed from our previous trip.  The grass had not even been cut.  Troy hopped out and grabbed a bag from the trunk.  I asked “What’s in the bag?” but Troy just smiled and said “it’s that “more difficult” I spoke about.”

Past the steel door and up the steps we were back on 3rd and I was ready to see what was in store for me.  He handed me an orange jump suit and said to step into the cell next to this one.  It had the corrections information printed on the back.  I really liked having the real thing to wear.  Troy said “Strip completely and pop this on.  I smiled back and said Yes Sir, Officer.  He smiled back with a bit of a devilish look on his face.  I was too into the scene  to be worried, and I trusted Troy completely.  When I got back to the middle cell, Troy had fastened leg irons to the bars opposite the bunks just at floor level.  He said kneel here, facing away from the bars.  As I did, he helped ease me back so that my feet and legs were between the bars, and then fasted the irons to my feet.

In a monotone voice, he said “Hand through the bars”.  There was no surprise here when hand cuffs locked them together behind the bars.  I was effectively fastened to the front of the cell in a kneeling position.  “Do you have to pee?” he asked.  “Nothing urgent but I could go.” I responded.  “Better do it now when you have a chance.” Out of the bag came a plastic jug.  Troy opened the front of my jumpsuit and slid my dick into the mouth of the jug.  “Ok, let her go.”  So into the jug as Troy held it I went.  When I was finished, Troy sat the jug down and into the bag again he went.  Out he came with I don’t know what.  It was leather, and had a buckle, and also a funnel fastened to it.  He went into the cell behind me, then reached around my head and on went a gag, funnel attached to the front.  It took no rocket scientist to figure out what was getting ready to happen.  He said,  This is not all that much.  Lucky for us I have to go also.  Right in front of me, Troy unzipped and starts pissing into the same jug.  Just as it reaches the top, he turns toward me and continues peeing into the funnel fastened to the front of my face.  “Swallow that down, we wouldn’t want to spill or waste any.”  There was little choice he had given me.  I was able to finish it before I needed to take a breath.  Drinking pee was a new experience, I would have thought that was awful, but I really enjoyed both him in his uniform, him ordering me around, and having me do “new things.”

“You did pretty well with that,” he said.  “Let’s not forget about this though. Here he came with the full half gallon jug of our mixed piss.  I’m going to go slow with this so you can get use to drinking without choking with the gag on.”  I tried to say no, wait, but it was too late.

Into the funnel came the warm piss.  I was really worried that I would not be able to keep up with his pouring, and didn’t want to think how that would work.  After about a fourth of the jug was in, Troy gave me a rest.  Then he looked me into the eyes and said “ok, again.”  In went the next installment of piss.  This was all new to me, but I was being a champ and keeping up with things.   I was so glad when the last of it was gone.  I felt like I could finally relax.

“Its almost time for me to go out on the road.  Let’s make you more comfortable before I go.”  The hand cuffs and leg irons came off.  Then out of the bag pops a straitjacket.  “This will be snug but not too tight.”  In it I went.  He had me comfortable, but also very secure.  A chain was locked to the lower bars, then to an ankle restraint on my left ankle.  “Move around in the cell as much as the chain will allow, but do not try and remove the strait jacket for any reason.  I want you to have fun but be safe.”  Next he slammed to door shut and it locked.  I had enough chain to go from the bed to the other side of the cell.  He could have been a lot harder on me.

Troy left and I heard the car pull out of the lot.  Seems to me now I could have asked how long he was planning, or at least tried to get him to remove the gag off my face.  I was pleased he was only gone for an hour or so.  Off came the gag thank goodness.  Then his bag of tricks opened up again.  A leather strap went around my folded arms in the strait jacket, then a second strap around my ankles and a third one around my thighs.   It was much more restrictive than I was expecting.  He next had me lay face down on the cot.  I  was not going to have an easy time of it.  Next out of the bag came a small flat plastic package.  “This is a catheter.  It should stay in place on its own, the open end is going back in the plastic jug.” I have to admit my dick was not expecting the attention it was getting as the plastic sleeve was rolled up on it.  I was not uncomfortable, but as snug as the strait jacket and leather straps were I was not breaking out, even if the iron bars were left wide open.

Troy paused as he was leaving, and said “Do you know of anything you might need?  It’s going to be several hours or so before I can get you out of here.”  I started with “I’m ok for now just don’t be too long or I’ll freak out strapped in this jail cell and–   Troy?   TROY!?  He was already gone and here I lay.  Well, I could scream as loud as I could, but there is no one to hear it.  The steel and brick walls with concrete floors made whatever sounds I could make useless.  Plus, there were no houses for miles.  I could probably stand on the roof and yell for help all day and never be heard by the closest neighbors.

I decided to make the best of my situation.  I had to admit, I had asked for this.  Practically begged for this.  The panic of being locked in was over and I was now calm.  I could pull on the straps and enjoy them make their noise.  After the first hour I had to pee, and with no way to know how full that jug was getting, I just trusted it would hold.

The second hour and third seemed to pass quickly enough, as I estimated them.  I heard a car outside, then the door slam.  Next it was someone sprinting up the steps.  Troy said to me, it’s a quiet lunch time, I though you may be getting hungry.  “Thanks.” I said, “But I have had a plenty to drink.”  He smirked at that.  Troy unlocked the cell door and came in.  He walked over and up beside me on the bunk.  That’s when I heard what I thought was a zipper.  Sure enough, Troy had pulled out his big, fully erect cock. “Hope this will hold you till diner time.” He sat on the cot, above where my head was.  Lined up his dick and my mouth.  Let’s see if you can take it all, or if I’m going to have to just use smaller amounts.

It was a monster of a cock.  Not only long, but thick on its entire length.  I gave it my best, but every once in a while I choked.  Troy pulled back and I could catch my breath, then back to work on it I went.  I could tell I was doing a great job on Troy as his breathing became heavy and he rubbed his body armor on his chest. “Oh yes!” exclaimed Troy.  “Almost there.”  “Oh Shit!  Yes!”  With that, Troy erupted into my mouth and kept breathing heavily.  “Swallow it boy”, “Swallow all of it.”  Which is exactly what I did.

Troy looked at his watch, said “I’ve still got some time left on lunch.  Let’s see what I can do for you”.  With that, Troy raised me up by the straps on my legs, and gave me a half turn.  I was now facing toward the ceiling.   He pulled the catheter sheath off my dick and grabbed a small bottle of lube out of his bag.  A few drops of lube and some tight fisted stroking had me in a world of my own.  I moaned in appreciation as he continued to give me his best hand job.  “Oh yes’ bring it to me” is all I could manage to get out of my mouth.  Straitjacket, leather straps, uniformed officer and great hand job I was in bliss.  That’s when Troy stopped.  Huh? Is all I could manage.  Troy got up and wiped his hand on my shirt.  “Sorry to cut this short, but time for me to mark back on.  I’ll be back at the end of shift.  If your good, maybe I’ll finish this.”  He grabbed this straps, flipped me back over on my stomach, rolled a new catheter on my dick and stuck it back in the jug.  “There you go, all set”  he said.  “Well, not quite all set” I replyed.  He smirked as he relocked the cell door and was gone.  I knew this was going to be a very long afternoon.

After an hour, or two, or three, I heard a patrol car pull up.  The door slammed.  He’s early, but otherwise same as before I thought.  Sprinting up the steps, door slid open.  All was the same until he got up next to me and within eye sight.  This uniformed hunk was not Troy!  I didn’t know what to say to him.  I started with “ I can explain”  He said “Sush! Its all cool.”  I calmed down and said “Well, good thing cause that was a lie and I cann’t explain any of this.

He said, “Not to worry.  I’m William, and your friend Troy explained plenty.”  With that, William pulled his zipper down and pulled out his cock.  It looked every bit as big as Troy’s, and just like Troy, he placed himself down at my head and started to feed me his awesome monster of a dick.  He, like Troy, were mindful on how much I could actually handle.  If I started to gag, they’d pull out some.  I gave William the same great attention I had shown Troy.  It was really getting him off.  William reached under his bullet proof vest as rubbed his chest as he moaned.  Finally I heard “Oh, Oh, yea OH! And into my mouth for the second time flooded with officer cum.  I was really glad for this William, but not getting the attention I really wanted.

William started to leave and then asked, “can I get you anything before I leave you locked in here?”  All I could think to ask was “Is a BJ too much to ask for?”  William said “Well, yes.  Maybe this will help though.”  Just as Troy had done, William flipped me over by the straps.  Off came the catheter, and on went a few drops of lube.  I was floating as William gave an incredible hand job.  He kept adding extra lube and kept a tight grip.  I was panting and unable to speak.    I knew I was getting close, and apparently William did too from the way I was breathing.  He moved to the side and angled up toward my chest.  As my dick erupted, it shot all over my chest and face.  It was the best hand job I’ve ever!

“Well, looks like someone enjoyed themselves” he said.  “Yes Sir!”  I replied.  “Explain to Troy how you made this mess, and by the way, my name is not William.”  If he was not William, a friend of Troy’s? how would he have known I was here, and how indeed could I explain to Troy being covered in cum?  Plenty of time to think on that as I waited for Troy’s shift to change. Otherwise, what a great time is is!

 

Metal would like to thank Bound2Plzu for this story.

 

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