Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge (4 page)

I had sent back a few selfies of my own. Again, nothing explicit, but he seemed to appreciate them all the same.

I pulled on my dark jeans and slim fitted shirt, buckling my belt and pulling on my shoes. I looked nice, I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror. Neither too dressy or too casual.

“Honey, I’m not sure how I feel about this,” my mom said as I came down the stairs. She had not been altogether pleased when I told her about the date. She’d known that Cain was gay - much to my surprise - but she’d also known him since he was an obnoxious teenager. “He’s just so much older than you.”

“He’s just seven years older than me,” I said, refusing to back out of the date. I was eighteen and I could date who I wanted.

“OK. But don’t let him pressure you into something you aren’t ready for,” she said. I stared at her, wondering if she thought I was still a virgin.

“I won’t,” I promised.

“Well have fun,” she said reluctantly, heading out of the house. She was working the night shift and wouldn’t be back until the morning.

“Have a good night at work,” I said, hugging her as she left.

“Thanks. You too,” she ruffled my hair, messing up the careful styling. I pulled away and went back to the mirror to fix it.

I still had an hour before Cain was picking me up, so I sat down and watched TV while I waited. I hadn’t eaten since lunch, and I was getting pretty hungry. I was alone in the house since Levi was out with Aiden. He had moaned and acted horrified that Cain was ditching boys night to go out with his little brother.

A little before seven the doorbell rang and I rushed to answer it. My stomach was prickling with excitement and I checked myself over in the mirror quickly before opening the door.

Cain, tall and smiling, stood on my front step. He looked
amazing
. He had a light five o'clock shadow, hair short and styled neatly. He was wearing tight dark jeans, shiny dress boots, and a leather jacket over a button down shirt.

“Hey, Ethan,” he said, leaning down and kissing me quickly. It was over too soon and I wanted to lean up and pull him down for more. The feel of his stubble against my cheek was something I
needed
to feel again.

“Hey, Cain,” I said, feeling a little awkward. “You look good.”

“Thanks, you too,” he said, stepping back for me to exit. “You ready to go?”

I walked onto the step, closing the door behind me and locking up.

***

Cain drove us to a restaurant downtown, getting us a table by back where we could have some privacy. I watched hungrily as the sexy hunk pulled off his leather jacket, revealing his tight button down shirt. The contours of his biceps and pecs were clearly visible, and when he noticed me staring he flexed, stretching the fabric even further.

I blushed at having been caught ogling, but Cain seemed to like the attention, so I didn’t feel too bad.

“So what is it about my uniform that you like so much?” Cain asked, after we were done talking about my brother and how furious he was with Cain for breaking the bro-code.

I blushed, ducking my head. If he’d asked me this before indulging my kink I would have been much more nervous, but now I didn’t feel like he was judging me or thinking that I was weird.

“I don’t know, really. It like how it’s a symbol of your authority, I guess,” I said, feeling weird having to articulate my kinks. “And I like leather, so the boots and the gloves are really sexy on their own.”

Cain grinned. “So it doesn't have to be a police uniform? If I dressed up in an outfit entirely of leather, that would do it for you?”

I nodded, picturing Cain’s muscular body enveloped in a full leather uniform. The thought had me hard.

“I’ve actually got something like that at home,” Cain said, smiling wolfishly and staring at me like he wanted to eat me up. “You want to go back to my place and have some fun? Play a little?”

I did. I stared down at my plate, feeling his gaze burning into me. The dude was intense. I was practically done eating, and I was more than ready to go home with the hunky cop.

“Yes,” I said, smiling up at him through my lashes. “Do you have a thing for leather, too?” I asked, wondering what
something like that
meant.

“I have a thing for bondage and domination. Wearing leather gets me in the head space and makes me
feel
it. It’s like wearing the uniform, just more intense,” Cain said. I could tell that he was waiting for my reaction to the bondage and domination comment.

“Bondage and domination?” I asked, nervous and incredibly turned on. Being cuffed by him had been an intense and glorious experience, and I wouldn’t mind more of the same.

“Yes. You into that?”

“Yes,” I said, but my voice came out cracked and low. “Yes,” I repeated, louder.

Cain leaned back in his chair, looking at me with a pleased self satisfied smile.

“I knew you would be,” he said, catching the waiter's attention and asking for the check.

He paid for the meal, stood up and pulled his jacket back on. As we walked out of the restaurant he put his hand firmly on my lower back, pushing me forward. I was hyper aware of the touch, and I couldn’t wait to get back to his place so that I could have more of his hands on me.

***

Cain led me into his house. “I’m just going to change,” he said. “I want you to take off your clothes and fold them on the chair over there.” He pointed to one of the bar stools by the kitchen island.

Cain’s house had an open floor plan. The kitchen and living room were defined by their own sets of furniture, but there were no walls. It was a nice house, if a little smaller than the one I grew up in.

“OK,” I said, watching as he walked into his bedroom. I took off my clothes and folded them neatly on the stool as instructed, and then stood uncertainly between the sofa and the kitchen area. I sat down on the other bar stool, not wanting to sit on the sofa while I was naked.

I waited for several minutes, wondering what Cain was doing. I wasn’t cold, but I felt very weird being naked without Cain there. My dick was hard, anticipating the fun to come.

“Did I tell you to sit!?” Can barked from behind me. I swung around, jumping off the chair and to my feet.

Holy fuck. Cain smirked at me, enjoying my reaction as I stared at him, mouth open and drooling.

The hunky cop was wearing a pair of black leather breeches, knee high riding boots, a leather uniform shirt and leather gloves. In his hand he held a long riding crop. He slapped the crop against his gloved palm, walking towards me.

No. He didn’t walk. He
strutted
. He moved like an arrogant predator who knew that his prey had no means of escape.

“On your knees,” he commanded, bringing the crop to my shoulder and pushing it down. I sank to my knees before him, staring up at his muscular leather-clad body. He smirked, smacking the crop down into his hand with a loud
smack
.

I shivered, imagining what it would feel like to have that smack land on my naked skin.

“Your safeword is red, Ethan,” Cain said, bringing the crop under my chin and holding it there. The leather was stiffer than it looked and my cock jerked at the contact. “I would rather you use it too often then not often enough. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, swallowing.

“Good,” Cain kneeled down, the leather noisy as he came to a crouch in front of me. He took my chin in his big hand and held my head steady, looking into my eyes. “Now are you going to be a good boy for me?”

The hand holding my chin was big and strong, fingers digging into my cheek. “Yes, Sir,” I answered.

He cradled his hand against my cheek, the leather soft and smooth, before bringing the crop up and tapping my other cheek. He tapped it three times before bringing it up and smacking it down on my face, hitting me right below the cheekbone.

It wasn’t hard compared to the strength Cain could bring to bear, but it
stung
.

“You like that?” he asked me, rubbing the hand cradling my face softly.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered truthfully. I did love it. It was just the right combination of painful and humiliating.

He did it again, slightly harder, before rising to his feet. His crotch was now right in my line of sight, and if I just leaned forward I would have been able to touch it.

“Kiss my boot,” he commanded. I looked down to his shiny leather boots and scrambled to obey. I sank down on my hands and knees, bringing my face to the tip of his large booted foot. I placed my lips on the shiny tip, kissing it reverently. I marveled at the size of his feet. They must have been at least a size fourteen, and if I were to try on his boots my feet would be swimming in them.

Smack
!

The crop hit my ass, landing with a brutal sting. I jumped up, shocked.

“Kiss it like you mean it!” Cain commanded, striking a wide pose, waiting for me to get back to work.

I kissed the boot, working it with my tongue as I mouthed up and down the foot, moving my way slowly up his calves. My cock was hard and leaking, but I didn’t touch myself. I was too busy enjoying the leather under my lips.

Cain smacked my ass again with the crop. “Keep going,” he commanded when I paused, bringing the crop down again.

“Now lick your way up my leg,” Cain ordered when I’d reached the top of his other boot. I licked and kissed my way up, feeling the hard muscle under the soft leather, and finally reached his crotch.

The front of his pants featured a removable codpiece, struggling to contain his cock. I mashed my face into the bulge, feeling the hard length beneath the leather pouch. Cain grabbed the codpiece and ripped it off, the metal buttons snapping as they released. His cock sprung forth, big and heavy in my face. I parted my lips and moved forward, the tip of the shaft slipping into my mouth.

“Work my balls, first,” Cain commanded, slapping the crop down on my back. I let go of his cock and buried my face in his balls, mouthing at the big nuts, the musky smell of him filling my nose, mingling with the heady scent of leather.

“Good boy,” Cain said, smacking me again with the crop. As I licked and worshiped his balls Cain kept up a litany of praise, the crop slapping down on my skin with regular intervals.

“Now suck it,” Cain growled, grabbing his cock at the base and aiming it at my mouth. “Swallow it!”

Cain fucked into my mouth roughly, grabbing a hold of my ears and using them to hold me still. The pulling on my ears was uncomfortable, and his cock was going in too deep and too fast for me to take it gracefully.

Cain didn’t care. He fucked into my mouth with a frenzy, spurred on by my gagging and choking. When he finally came he pulled back, shooting his load all over my face and chest. He stood over me, wrapped in gleaming black leather, grunting as the big drops of come splashed onto my skin.

It felt like he was
marking
me.

My face wet with tears, drool on my chin, I sat back on my haunches and panted for breath. I grabbed my cock, turned on and ready to come. I could feel my balls pull up, ready to shoot my load.

Cain smacked my arm, harder than any of the other times before. “Did I tell you to jerk off!?” he snarled at me, towering over me with a menacing expression.

“No, Sir,” I said, letting go of my cock. It was too late, however, the sight of him sternly ordering me I couldn’t come was better than a hand on my cock. I came, sperm dribbling out of my shaft as I struggled to suppress the orgasm.

Cain looked at me, his expression unimpressed.

“I think I have a solution for that,” he said, suddenly sporting an evil smile. He looked like some sort of leather sex demon, ready to drag me off and have his way with me, and it was incredibly hot.

“Lay down on your back, hands behind your head and spread your legs,” Cain ordered, turning around, not waiting to see if I would obey. He marched off, his ass hugged by his leather breeches, gleaming boots stomping on the floor.

I did as instructed, exposing my belly and spent cock, feeling dirty and depraved. I waited.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” Cain said as he came back, planting his legs on either side of my chest, standing over me like a conqueror. My dick gave an interested twitch, getting hard again even though I had just orgasmed.

Cain lifted one of his boots and planted it on my chest. He didn’t push down, but let it rest there. I could feel the weight of him pushing down as I expanded my lungs to breathe, and when he shifted his foot so that the rubber sole of his boot landed on my nipple, grinding into it firmly, pulling and rubbing it raw, I couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure.

“I’m going to lock your little dick up tight, Ethan. You’ve shown me that you can’t be trusted to control yourself, so I will do it for you.”

With that he bent down next to me and grabbed my cock. It was hard as granite once again, so Cain took my balls in his palm and
squeezed
. It hurt like hell, and I derived no pleasure from it. My cock shriveled up and I cried out for him to stop.