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The Firemans Union – Part 07

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By Felon

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 Lock-In – Part 04

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By Cuffed Locked

It must have been late Sunday night or maybe it was Monday morning already. I could not be sure because I had no clock, nothing to track time. I had been chained by my neck to a solid ring bolted to the floor of my hot neighbor Caleb’s basement since Thursday night after work, and I was starting to get scared because I definitely had to be at work again Tuesday morning! I was trying to free myself from his “escape room,” which, thanks to his friend Derek and a pair of police handcuffs, was really turning into more of a bondage torture room.

Yes I was bound, securely, and I as more physically sore and mentally frustrated than ever. But something in the ache reminded me that no matter the punishment, I was here by choice. Not by mistake. No hint. Just a very secure chain. A heavy collar. And a combination padlock I was still trying to jail break. I was still fighting.

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Copdar – Third Ride’s a Charm

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By Cuffsandcops

Summer is very quickly concluding, so I texted the Sergeant I know from the Sheriff’s office to see if it would be possible to ride along at night. I have ridden twice with this Sergeant when he was a Deputy. You may remember him from previous stories Side Job Deputy and Ride Along with the Deputy from 2022. Both times, very little happened. I was hoping to experience more action and thought a weekend night could provide that. He responded that he knows the perfect guy for me to ride with who works 5pm to 3am and will set it up.

I asked if the perfect guy was him, knowing he doesn’t spend much time on the road since the promotion, and was told no. I then asked what made the guy he has in mind perfect for me. The Sergeant responded that the Deputy gets busy at work and asked if Saturday from 6pm to 12am would work. I said it would, provided my vehicle details, was reminded of the address of the station to meet the Deputy at, and given his name.

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The Lock-In – Part 03

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By Cuffed Locked

I was standing, barefoot, in a basement that stretched for miles. Walls of concrete rose endlessly in all directions. There was no ceiling. Just endless gray sky and a cold, metallic echo. A heavy iron collar clamped snug around my neck, and chains trailed from it in all directions. Not one, but dozens, all bolted into the ground like spider legs. They didn’t hold me still. They guided me. Each time I took a step, the slack on one chain would tighten, jerking me back. Every move required careful planning, and even then, I felt like a marionette tangled in its own strings.

In the distance, I saw Caleb. Arms crossed. Smirking. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, jeans, boots. He looked clean, fresh, untouched by the dust and grime that clung to me. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets. Beside him stood Derek, spinning a pair of handcuffs on his finger like they were a toy. They approached slowly, bootsteps echoing across the hollow concrete floor.

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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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Starlight – Part 04

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By Raybound

Jed and myself were relaxing in the sitting room. It was the day after the judicial whipping, and I was still very sore. Jed had treated me very well in the aftermath of my beating with the sjambok. He had dressed my wounds after having treated them with an antiseptic ointment. Nevertheless I had spent a somewhat restless night, sleeping on my stomach to avoid any unnecessary pressure on my buttocks that still throbbed from the beating.

“The film is just great,” Jed told me, saying that he had watched my beating several times and shared it with a few friends who were all very complimentary about the content.

“I thought that you might pass out towards the end. You were squealing like a stuck pig. I will advertise it on a few sites for fifty bucks a throw. Should go down a storm. Lots of guys like to watch rough stuff.”

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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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