Michael groaned as he saw the police siren in the rear view mirror. He parked his car on the side of the deserted road and rested his head on the steering wheel.
'Please god, please let them be gentle with me this time...' he murmured and a shiver ran down his spine as he knew what was going to happen. In the side mirror, he saw officer Radcliffe approach him and behind the glass of the police car, he recognized officer Dawson. Michael's stomach turned to ice. Oh god, not them.
'Hello bitch.' Officer Radcliffe said with a grin as Michael lowered his window. 'Did you miss me?'
'H-hello officer.' Michael stammered, unable to look him in the eye for longer than a few moments. He was too ashamed of what this man had done to him and the fact that there was nothing he could do about it.
'Yes you did, didn't you? You missed spending your weekend with us, didn't you boy? How long ago was it since the last party, two weeks?'
'Yes...yes sir.'
'Well, let's not keep you waiting then. Out of the car.' Michael hurriedly got out of the car and, knowing what was expected of him, put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes as he felt the officers' big hands roughly pat him down. They stopped on his crotch and grabbed his caged cock, causing him to yelp.
'Glad you're still wearing my gift to you, boy. So you have something to remember me by.' How the hell would I not, Michael thought. The chastity cage was locked in place with a padlock, the key of which was securely in officer Radcliffe's possession. There was no way to get it off, apart from breaking the lock and he knew what the officer would do to him if he did that. The grip on his cock became even worse and he began to whimper in pain. His hair was yanked back and he was forced to look officer Radcliffe in the eye.
'My daughter is still mad at you for breaking up with her. She really loved you, it seems and you broke her heart. So I think you deserve some punishment for that.'
'B-but you made me break up with her, sir.' Michael stammered as the pain between his legs grew and grew. 'You...you said...I didn't deserve her...'
'Be that as it may, I did not ask you to break her heart boy.' Officer Radcliffe said with an evil smirk on his face. 'So when we get to the station, you'll be made to pay for ''ruining her life'' as she said this morning.' Michael began to sob as officer Radcliffe stepped around him and pulled his hands behind his back, cuffing them securely together. He then placed a pair of leg irons around his ankle and connected both with a soft length of chain.
'Open up.' he barked and reluctantly, Michael obeyed. He choked and gagged as the rubber dildo was pushed between his teeth and filling his mouth. The straps of the gag were buckled behind the back of his head and officer Radcliffe placed a small padlock on the buckle. He then placed a simple facemask over Michael's nose and mouth, hiding the gag from view. He grabbed Michael by the arm and yanked him forward, causing the boy to stumble in his leg irons. Officer Dawson had exited the car and opened the back door, allowing officer Radcliffe to toss Michael inside like a ragdoll. He sat the boy up and locked the safety belt around his torso. They then drove off, leaving Michael's car behind.
Michael was dragged by the arm through the reception area of the town's police station. He blushed furiously when he saw the people staring at him, people that knew him, even though this was not the first time this happened. In fact, most weekends he was picked up by an police officer and held for a day or two at the police station. Because they have to charge him with anything after 48 hours, they always let him go before that deadline. But 48 hours was more than enough to make his life a living hell.
He was taken to a small room with a single table in the centre. Officer Dawson held him in place as officer Radcliffe undid the handcuffs and pulled his shirt over his head. The handcuffs were then replaced and the same was done to the leg irons to remove his trousers, socks and shoes, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. Officer Radcliffe walked over to the table, opened a drawer and pulled out a brown muzzle. Michael knew what was coming, as he had been in this situation many times before. He sobbed once more, but then stood silently as officer Radcliffe began to strap the muzzle over his already gagged mouth and around his head. The straps were cinched tight, as was the attached collar around his neck. More padlocks were added, sealing the gag in place.
'There we go, boy.' Officer Radcliffe said and he tapped Michael on the side of his head. 'All ready for the weekend. Not a normal weekend for most boys your age. I mean, you could have been going to a club, partying until the early hours in the morning, or maybe hanging out with your friends. Instead, you are going to spend another weekend being our little bitch prisoner. I assume you must be used to it by now, getting your ass cored out by the whole department and cock after cock stuffed down your throat. Maybe you even like it by now.' He paused for a moment to revel in Michael's humiliation.
'Right, I'm off to do your paperwork, bitch boy.' he said, walking towards the door. 'I'll give your parents a call as well. How disappointed they'll be to hear that their son is arrested yet again, for speeding this time. When will he ever learn?.' And with a final wink, he left the room. Officer Dawson grabbed Michael by the arm again and marched him out of the room and down a flight of stairs and along multiple corridors. All officers they passed hollered and cat-called him, promising him another ''great'' weekend. Finally, they reached the old part of the station. the cells were small with no furniture, they were cold and some of them had leaks in the ceiling. Officer Dawson took Michael to the last cell and opened the barred door. He pushed the boy inside and down onto his knees, padlocking a short chain to his collar and his ankles together. He then closed the door of the cell and through the bar he grinned down at the helpless boy.
'Don't worry, slut.' he sneered, patting Michael's head roughly. 'The evening shift will be relieving us shortly, so we will be down here very soon to start the party.' And with that, he left Michael alone in the chilly cell, on his knees, with a familiar growing feeling of dread in his stomach.
Michael groaned as he saw the police siren in the rear view mirror. He parked his car on the side of the deserted road and rested his head on the steering wheel.
'Please god, please let them be gentle with me this time...' he murmured and a shiver ran down his spine as he knew what was going to happen. In the side mirror, he saw officer Radcliffe approach him and behind the glass of the police car, he recognized officer Dawson. Michael's stomach turned to ice. Oh god, not them.
'Hello bitch.' Officer Radcliffe said with a grin as Michael lowered his window. 'Did you miss me?'
'H-hello officer.' Michael stammered, unable to look him in the eye for longer than a few moments. He was too ashamed of what this man had done to him and the fact that there was nothing he could do about it.
'Yes you did, didn't you? You missed spending your weekend with us, didn't you boy? How long ago was it since the last party, two weeks?'
'Yes...yes sir.'
'Well, let's not keep you waiting then. Out of the car.' Michael hurriedly got out of the car and, knowing what was expected of him, put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes as he felt the officers' big hands roughly pat him down. They stopped on his crotch and grabbed his caged cock, causing him to yelp.
'Glad you're still wearing my gift to you, boy. So you have something to remember me by.' How the hell would I not, Michael thought. The chastity cage was locked in place with a padlock, the key of which was securely in officer Radcliffe's possession. There was no way to get it off, apart from breaking the lock and he knew what the officer would do to him if he did that. The grip on his cock became even worse and he began to whimper in pain. His hair was yanked back and he was forced to look officer Radcliffe in the eye.
'My daughter is still mad at you for breaking up with her. She really loved you, it seems and you broke her heart. So I think you deserve some punishment for that.'
'B-but you made me break up with her, sir.' Michael stammered as the pain between his legs grew and grew. 'You...you said...I didn't deserve her...'
'Be that as it may, I did not ask you to break her heart boy.' Officer Radcliffe said with an evil smirk on his face. 'So when we get to the station, you'll be made to pay for ''ruining her life'' as she said this morning.' Michael began to sob as officer Radcliffe stepped around him and pulled his hands behind his back, cuffing them securely together. He then placed a pair of leg irons around his ankle and connected both with a soft length of chain.
'Open up.' he barked and reluctantly, Michael obeyed. He choked and gagged as the rubber dildo was pushed between his teeth and filling his mouth. The straps of the gag were buckled behind the back of his head and officer Radcliffe placed a small padlock on the buckle. He then placed a simple facemask over Michael's nose and mouth, hiding the gag from view. He grabbed Michael by the arm and yanked him forward, causing the boy to stumble in his leg irons. Officer Dawson had exited the car and opened the back door, allowing officer Radcliffe to toss Michael inside like a ragdoll. He sat the boy up and locked the safety belt around his torso. They then drove off, leaving Michael's car behind.
Michael was dragged by the arm through the reception area of the town's police station. He blushed furiously when he saw the people staring at him, people that knew him, even though this was not the first time this happened. In fact, most weekends he was picked up by an police officer and held for a day or two at the police station. Because they have to charge him with anything after 48 hours, they always let him go before that deadline. But 48 hours was more than enough to make his life a living hell.
He was taken to a small room with a single table in the centre. Officer Dawson held him in place as officer Radcliffe undid the handcuffs and pulled his shirt over his head. The handcuffs were then replaced and the same was done to the leg irons to remove his trousers, socks and shoes, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. Officer Radcliffe walked over to the table, opened a drawer and pulled out a brown muzzle. Michael knew what was coming, as he had been in this situation many times before. He sobbed once more, but then stood silently as officer Radcliffe began to strap the muzzle over his already gagged mouth and around his head. The straps were cinched tight, as was the attached collar around his neck. More padlocks were added, sealing the gag in place.
'There we go, boy.' Officer Radcliffe said and he tapped Michael on the side of his head. 'All ready for the weekend. Not a normal weekend for most boys your age. I mean, you could have been going to a club, partying until the early hours in the morning, or maybe hanging out with your friends. Instead, you are going to spend another weekend being our little bitch prisoner. I assume you must be used to it by now, getting your ass cored out by the whole department and cock after cock stuffed down your throat. Maybe you even like it by now.' He paused for a moment to revel in Michael's humiliation.
'Right, I'm off to do your paperwork, bitch boy.' he said, walking towards the door. 'I'll give your parents a call as well. How disappointed they'll be to hear that their son is arrested yet again, for speeding this time. When will he ever learn?.' And with a final wink, he left the room. Officer Dawson grabbed Michael by the arm again and marched him out of the room and down a flight of stairs and along multiple corridors. All officers they passed hollered and cat-called him, promising him another ''great'' weekend. Finally, they reached the old part of the station. the cells were small with no furniture, they were cold and some of them had leaks in the ceiling. Officer Dawson took Michael to the last cell and opened the barred door. He pushed the boy inside and down onto his knees, padlocking a short chain to his collar and his ankles together. He then closed the door of the cell and through the bar he grinned down at the helpless boy.
'Don't worry, slut.' he sneered, patting Michael's head roughly. 'The evening shift will be relieving us shortly, so we will be down here very soon to start the party.' And with that, he left Michael alone in the chilly cell, on his knees, with a familiar growing feeling of dread in his stomach.
Read part 2 here