Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge (5 page)

I did not, however, use my safeword. It didn’t even occur to me.

“There, that’s better,” Cain said, smiling that vicious smile. He grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them through some sort of plastic ring. He did the same with my balls, pushing them through another much smaller ring one at a time. It hurt when he pressed his finger to my testicle, forcing them through, but he managed. Next he threaded my dick into some sort of plastic tube. It was a tight fit, my soft cock fitting perfectly. He then used three small padlocks to secure everything together.

I had seen chastity devices on the internet before, but I’d never imagined that I would be wearing one.

Cain straddled my thighs, letting his body fall forward slowly so that his big leather-clad chest blanketed mine. He held himself up on one elbow as he leaned down to kiss me.

The feel of his heavy body pressing into mine would usually have my mast standing at full attention. The leather of his uniform shirt, the way his big gloved hand was groping my body, and the way his tongue demanded access to my mouth were all intense and incredibly hot, but I wasn’t able to get hard
at all
.

My dick pushed against the walls of the tube, and it felt horrible and magnificent all at once. Cain had taken ownership of my cock, and I loved it. I granted him ownership gladly.

“I want to fuck you,” Cain growled into my mouth, kissing me hungrily as he groped my chest, fingers pinching and playing with my nipple.

“OK,” I breathed out, willing to give him anything if it meant he would make me feel like this.

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning up and staring down at me. I watched his full lips and big jaw from below, marveling at how handsome he was. How big, strong and gorgeous. “You ever take a cock up your ass?”

I shook my head. I had fingered myself and used a prostate massager, but that was it. Mike had wanted to fuck me, but I had never let him. It had seemed scary and painful, and I hadn’t trusted him to get it right.

Cain, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come with me,” Cain rose to his feet, boots still planted on either side of my body. He reached down a hand and helped me up, pulling me against his chest as I rose, wrapping his muscular arms around me and kissing me hungrily.

I surrendered to the kiss, hands reaching behind him, clutching his tight ass. He laughed and broke the kiss, stepping back and grabbing me by the arm.

“If this freaks you out we can go to the bedroom,” he warned me, walking past the bedroom door and further into the house than I had ever been before. He opened a door, flicking a light switch and stopped, letting me see.

It was a staircase, leading down to the basement.

“What’s down there?” I asked, Cain’s big hand still gripping my upper arm, holding me tightly.

“That’s my playroom,” he said, letting go of my arm and grabbing my neck, pushing me towards the stairs.

I let myself be led down the steps, stopping when we hit the bottom, just letting my brain absorb what I was seeing.

The first thing I noticed were the walls. There was stuff hanging everywhere. Chains, manacles, whips and floggers. Cain was
into
this. Nobody casually collected this much BDSM gear if they didn’t take it seriously.

The next thing I let myself look at was the actual room itself. It was about as big as the floor above, and filled with various types of bondage furniture. I recognized a fucking bench, a St. Andrews cross, and a sling, but some of the things I had no idea what were.

“If this is too much we can go upstairs, but I thought you might think it was hot,” Cain breathed into my ear, lips nearly touching my neck. I leaned back, letting my naked body fall into his embrace.

“This is intense,” I said, eyes wide and eager as I surveyed the fantastic room. “I love it.”

Cain pushed me forward towards the sling. It was narrower than I had seen on the internet, and it looked like it would be easy to fall out of.

“I thought I’d put you in this,” he said, smirking at me as he puffed out his chest and stood up straight, towering over me as he lined me up with my butt at the edge of the leather swing. He reached around and grabbed my ass, getting a tight grip and lifting me up. He then placed my rear end on the tip of the swing, guiding me as I fell back.

“Reach your hands back and hold on to those straps,” Cain said as he held my waist, keeping me steady. I swung my arms around, feeling like I was losing my balance, but Cain held me tight as I found the two straps holding the sling up. I held my arms up straight behind me and wrapped my hands around the leather. Once I had a good grip I felt much more secure, but not secure enough that I could be fucked without falling.

I needn't have worried. Cain stepped back, making sure that I was steady, and went over to the big cabinet by the wall. He came back carrying several rolls of what looked like bandages.

Confused, I let the big hunk maneuver my body so that my ass was hanging out of the sling and my legs were dangling on either side outside the straps. Cain then took the bandage and started wrapping it around my waist, securing me to the sling.

Cain wrapped the self adhesive bandage from around my waist up to right under my arms. He wrapped them tight, and I was going nowhere. There was no way I was falling now.

Cain then grabbed my thigh and started wrapping my leg to the strap holding up the sling. He wrapped the bandage all the way from my thigh and up over my knee. Repeating the process on my other leg. My lower body was now pointing up and spread in a big V. It was like I had lain down on a bed, lifted my legs in the air and spread my thighs. It granted Cain perfect access to my hole.

Next Cain trapped my arms in the same manner. I was truly trapped. The bondage was tight, and I was completely at his mercy.

My cock, pressing against the cage, was desperate to be free, and I hoped Cain would remove it soon.

“How does it feel?” Cain asked me, rubbing his hands up my bound stomach, making me swing forward in the sling.

“Good, Sir,” I said, even though I was dying to come and the muscles in my groin were feeling a little stretched.

“I’m going to start prepping your ass to take my cock now. Are you ready?” Cain was massaging my balls, rolling them around in his hand, squeezing them almost painfully.

“Yes, Sir!” I answered, letting him swing me back and forth by yanking on my balls. It hurt, but it also felt amazingly good.

Cain went back to the big closet and came back with a big pump-bottle filled with lube and four dildos of various sizes.

“I’m going to start out small and work my way up,” he announced, covering one of the dildos with lube and placing it at my hole. He started pushing with no warning and no prep. Even though it was small, the dildo was bigger than anything I’d taken before and it burned.

Cain easily shoved it into my ass, fucking it into my hole with sharp little thrusts. He angled it so that he was hitting my prostate, and the feeling was almost too intense.

“That’s a good boy,” Cain said, rubbing his gloved hand on my inner thigh where it wasn’t covered in wrap. My muscle was strained, and when he gripped the flesh tight it was almost painful. “I think you’re ready for the next one,” he announced, yanking the dildo out and quickly lubing up a new one.

Cain shoved the bigger dildo into my hole. This one was a softer texture than the first, and its head was much bigger than the shaft. It burned and stung going in, and Cain was less gentle as he fucked it in and out.

Cain fucked my bound body with the dildos, moving quickly up to the biggest one. I tried to jerk away when he pushed it into my hole, but I was completely immobilized. Cain grabbed my balls and used them to hold me steady, working the fat dildo into my ass.

“Take it!” Cain growled, fucking it in and out brutally, making me swing back and forth. It hurt, but my cock was still trying to get hard.

“You ready for the real thing?” Cain grinned, throwing the dildo to the ground and rolling a condom down over his throbbing member. His cock was bigger than all the dildos he had used, and I wondered if I could take it.

“Yes, Sir,” I said nervously.

Cain aimed the tip of his tool against my hole and I held my breath. I couldn’t move my arms and legs at all, so when Cain pushed the big head inside there was nothing I could do but take it.

Cain sank into my body, pushing his cock deeper and deeper. The stretch wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it still hurt.

“Take it!” Cain grunted as he grabbed my bound legs, using them to swing me back on his cock. When he had finally planted his entire length inside me, making me feel full and stuffed, he leaned down and kissed me. He wrapped his arms over my shoulders, thrusting in and out of my ass as he ravaged my mouth.

Trapped in the inescapable bondage, cock heartbreakingly soft, ass filled to the brim. I felt amazing.

Cain kissed and fucked me, using my bound body how he liked for a good twenty minutes. I was now feeling sore and the muscles in my groin were screaming.

“I’m coming!” Cain growled, thrusting harder and faster. He was now laying on top of me, the swing taking the weight of both of us as he thrust frantically into my body. He was sweaty and hot, and when stuttered to a stop, orgasm hitting him hard, I could feel him grinning into my neck.

Finally he pulled out, tying off the condom and gathering up all the toys from the floor. Leaving me tied up tight he took the toys and walked into what looked like a bathroom on the other side of the room.

“Are you going to let me come?” I asked him, hopeful that his plans for me weren’t done.

“Sort of,” he replied, smiling devilishly. I wondered what he meant.

“I’m going to milk you,” he announced, walking back to the closet where he got the dildos and lube. He came back to me carrying a small weird toy that was angled on the tip with a ball on the end. There were controls at the base, so I assumed it could vibrate.

“This is going to feel a little weird, but I want you to take it for me,” he said, pushing the ball and angled tip into my ass. Almost right away he found my prostate and I gasped. I might not be able to get hard, but that spot was still fucking sensitive. The ample amount of pre-cum I’d generated while he fucked me proved that.

“Here we go,” he said, bending down on his knee as he pushed the button on the base of the toy. The ball pushing into my prostate began to vibrate, and my whole body jerked, not able to move at all. Cain put a big gloved hand on my lower stomach, holding me tightly in place.

The vibrations were powerful and constant, and the unrelenting stimulation quickly became too much.

“I can’t take it!” I cried, clenching and unclenching my hands, having no luck shifting my body to displace the intense sensation.

“You have no fucking choice!” Cain snarled at me, angling the ball further down so that it pushed against my sensitive gland even harder. He then pushed the button on the base of the toy again, the vibrations increasing dramatically.

I cried out as my muscles quivered. The feelings in my balls, lower stomach and cock were all I could focus on.

Cain held the evil toy in place as my breathing got more labored, my thighs and abs shaking with the overwhelming sensation.

When Cain pushed the vibrations even higher I nearly came undone. Cain was holding my body still, preventing me from swinging at all, and he didn’t let up on the vibrator for even a second.

Feeling like I might have to safeword, the stimulation too much for me to handle, the feelings suddenly shifted. I could feel myself coming - the fluid moving slowly up my dick and seeping out - but I wasn’t having an orgasm. It felt horrible, and I fought harder to get away from the merciless stimulation, wanting the awful feeling to end.

It didn’t. Cain milked my load out of my body, cock pathetic and soft, until there was nothing left and I was sobbing like a baby.

When he was finally done, Cain pulled the toy out and walked up behind me. He angled my head back and kissed me, wiping the tears from my eyes with his big gloved thumb. I calmed down, feeling like a little baby. It hadn’t even hurt and I was sobbing like I’d been whipped bloody.

“That’s a good boy,” Cain was whispering, stroking my hair and kissing me. “Such a good boy.”

I calmed down, and Cain stood up. He was hard again. My suffering must have really done it for him, because his cock was leaking.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said, moving my head back and prying my lips open with his gloved fingers.

Cain fucked my throat, pushing his cock deep and pulling it out as he let the muscles in my throat work his hard shaft.

When he pulled back, letting the tip of his angry red cock rest on my tongue, he came for the third time that night. The seed flowed onto my tongue, and I ate it down greedily.

Cain undid the rope and led me to the bathroom. We showered together, cleaning each other off. Cain used the shower head to spray into my chastity device, but he pointedly didn’t take it off.

Once we were dry, Cain gave me a fluffy bathrobe and we walked upstairs.

“You want a beer?” he asked me, guiding me to the couch. “Or a Coke, or some water?”