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The Firemans Union – Part 08

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By Felon

So the two of us were stretched out on tables with lit taper candles inserted in our assholes. There was activity at the other end of the room, probably eating, drinking and card playing. I assumed the candle wax would eventually burn low, but I had to lay very still on the table. Looking down I noticed some new equipment laying on the floor, chains, which looked to be former truck snow chains, clamps of various sizes, oxygen tanks similar to the tanks firefighters wore while putting out fires. Electric drills (hmmmm).

The room was a rather large room with wood floors and some tiled floors like one would see in an old supermarket. The neighborhood seemed to be on the downside, and either the place was soundproofed, or there was little or no commercial traffic in the area. I had lost total track of their time, and these men all worked different shifts — coming and going etc. I was exhausted, and Probie One looked like he was as well. The cracking of the fire dept radio was ever present. Without warning, I could hear chairs moving and footsteps.

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The Firemans Union – Part 07

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I was wheeled into the big room. Men were still in the kitchen having dinner — firehouse chili — and I was wheeled up to a place that was set up for me. The tables were arranged so we were face-to-face. Probie 1 was supposed to be an old hand in this action, but I could see tears streaming down his face. He had an inflatable mouth gag.

I was strapped down in a similar position, including the mouth gag. The Chief came into the room with two eye masks, which he placed on both of our faces. Then he left and returned with a walkie talkie tuned in to the fire department channel. He indicated that since he was acting chief that night he had to be in communication with his men in case of an emergency. Both of us were totally at the mercy of the men eating in the kitchen.

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The Firemans Union – Part 06

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By Felon

At this point I had lost all track of time. Firefighters coming and going with 3 shifts a day. The room I had been placed in was somewhat soundproof, although I did notice the smell of food cooking from the club kitchen. Something was simmering on the stove. The room I was locked in was getting hot, and I tried to be near the door to get at least a draft of fresh air to cool things off.

At some point I heard the door being unlocked. It was Fire Chief Dan in a red jock and tee shirt holding a wet towel and a pair of red sweatpants. He was on his way to pick up Probie Dwight from his Nursing Home job. He threw the wet towel at me and slammed the door. I wonder if Probie Dwight had any idea of what was scheduled for the long weekend?

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The Firemans Union – Part 05

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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.

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The Firemans Union – Part 04

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By Felon

So I was strapped down on the table and hospital style restraints were used on my arms and legs. My hole was totally exposed. He left and returned with his straight edge barbers blade to remove excess body hair that the “nair” bath missed. “Stay still,” was the warning, and then I could hear the kitchen door slam and footsteps approaching.

A heavy leather bag was dropped on the floor near me..

“Is this the new probie I have seen on the closed-circuit camera?” This was a booming voice behind me, and I felt a large thumb up my ass. There was some discussion and then both men wanted to “take me out for a test run.”

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The Firemans Union – Part 03

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So the Chief asked me if I wished to join the “Union.” I indicated yes, and he grabbed me around my neck and led me thru the door into his Union Playroom. It was a large room, probably a storeroom at some point. One of the corners had a large gang shower, two prison style toilets, 2 sinks, and two enema nozzles-one with each shower. He had a suitcase on a table and told me to fully strip and throw my clothes into the suitcase. He slammed it shut and placed a large padlock on the case. He threw the case on a shelf and stepped in front of me. He pulled my arms up over my head and attached them to cuffs swinging from the ceiling.

He indicated before we got things started he did enjoy cleaning and shaving his slaves before the action started. He proceeded to strip down leaving a filthy jock strap on and his helmet. He filled and bucket with hot water and a brush added some gel soap and proceeded to scrub my body.

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The Firemans Union – Part 02

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So I had two days to think about the “meating.”  Of course the first thing I did was to check out the address he had given me. It was some obscure street I had never heard of. After some searching I found the address. It was at the end of a short street in the warehouse section known as the strip district. There was parking in front of the building and a few parking spots in the rear. It was a two story structure, old, dark with a dark depressing facade. The second floor of the building looked like possibly one or two apartment units, with an outside entrance. I later discovered the building had mounted cameras so I would guess that Fireman Dan would know I had checked out the place.

Sunday morning a note was stuffed under my rear door — don’t forget about tonight, expect to stay all night and leave around 9AM Monday morning. Also the note indicated that if all went well I was to make myself available for all day the following Wednesday. He must have placed the note during the day and entered my yard from the rear alleyway. The very fact he had the balls to slip that note under the door began an intimidation process I had never experienced before.

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The Firemans Union – Part 01

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By Felon

I had always had a thing for Cops and Firemen. This story goes back to the early ’90s. There is a cruise area in a large park near where I live. At certain times of the day you can find men with a need to unload — usually mornings and early evenings. I had made a habit of cruising this area on the way to work in the morning. A regular visitor to the park in a classic Olds Rivera would frequently be at the park in the am.

I had no idea who drove the car. One day while walking down a path I spotted a burly but not muscular man in jeans and a blue work shirt. He was leaving when I was arriving. It turns out he was the classic car driver. I began to see him on a regular basis warming through the woods, he always seemed to keep to himself. This went on for weeks. One night on the way home I spotted the car parked in a lot at the fire station. I kept an eye on that station and one warm night he was sitting on the front bumper of the engine with the garage doors open. Now he really had my attention. I know he spotted me staring at him.

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