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By Bound2Plzu
After a winter that seemed to have no end, we seemed to skip spring and go right into summer. I was thrilled beyond belief when the phone rang on Friday afternoon and it was my policeman friend Troy. He asked if I was ready to spend some more jail time over the weekend. I said, “Of course I am!” He said he’d pick me up during his evening shift.
At 5, I hustled home, changed into jeans and a tee, threw some cuffs and leg irons into a small gym bag and was ready. After I grabbed a sandwich, Troy knocked on the door and we were off. The jail building was unchanged from the fall. Up on third floor the cells were just as they had been when we left them. The usual clicks and clank noises and my cell opened up. I entered with my bag, and Troy left the control leavers and followed me in.
At Bound Gods. Patrick Isley has no idea why he is detained — and no idea what Officer Connor Maguire has in store for the night. The officer handcuffs Patrick to the cage, stripping him down and forcing him to worship hard police dick before introducing Patrick’s tender muscles to the crop.
Officer Maguire continues his game, pinching down on his nipples and balls and surrounding his vulnerable toes with mousetraps. The officer subjects Patrick to an unrelenting flogging as Patrick dances, unsuccessfully, to avoid the mousetraps. Officer Maguire then binds Patrick to his motorcycle, caning his ass and thighs before pounding Patrick’s hairy hole. Officer Maguire finishes off his prey by busting a load of cum right into his mouth.
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By Aussielthrbiker
I was on vacation on Santiago, Chile. It was a great city and I loved just walking around just being a part of the city. I was walking through the pedestrian area in the city centre when I passed a Carabineros (police) van. The two officers beside the van were like many Chilean men, dark haired, brown eyed and very cute. As I passed one of them called something to me in Spanish. My Spanish isn’t very good and I turned and automatically responded “Huh?” He then repeated in English, “May I see your passport please.” I remembered reading that I was supposed to carry my passport at all times but I’d left it in the safe in my hotel room – I explained this to officers and offered to show them another form of ID.