It was my first year as a cop. I was 25 and very good-looking. I remember how important it was for me prove to everyone that I was capable of much more than they thought. Because of this I was always eager to do even the most dangerous tasks. One day when I was having dinner with my wife, I got a text message from my boss. He wanted me to come to the station as soon as possible, he said it was urgent. So that’s what I did. I kissed my wife on the cheek and drove to the police station. It was empty. The only light was coming from my boss’s office. I knocked and I walked in. He was sitting in his chair and gestured me to sit down. He showed me a bunch of pictures of a young man. He was probably my age or a little younger. He said the man had been kidnapped a month ago by some kind of organisation which was known for kidnapping people and then selling them as sex slaves. I couldn’t believe what I heard. He also told me they allegedly took him to an island on which slavery is completely legal. I asked if there was something I could do, for I had a hunch that was where he was leading to.
He nodded and confirmed my suspicions. He wanted me to work with him on this mission undercover. He asked if I was interested. I wasn’t quite sure nor ready for it, but I really wanted to show what I’m capable of. Before I could answer he told me about three conditions I had to agree to before we begin. The first one was that I would have to keep it a secret. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone, even my wife about the details. Just that I need to leave for work for some time. I also couldn’t tell where I would be. The second condition was to always listen to his orders. I agreed to both of those. The third and last condition was definitely the worst and it made me think for a while. I would have to pretend to be a slave. I agreed.
He told me to meet here tomorrow at the same hour. He told me to go home and have fun with my wife cause we won’t see each other for a while. I asked how many clothes should I take with me. He said with a smirk:
“There ain’t no suitcase for you boy, just bring yourself and your suit”
I found that weird but I thought he was gonna provide everything. That night I explained everything to my wife. I tried to console her and say that everything is gonna be fine and that I’m for sure gonna get a raise for this mission. We had a long passionate night. I came five times. The first two were on her, the other two in her mouth and the last one in her tight pussy.
In the evening, I arrived at the police station. I left my car at the parking lot and walked into my boss’s office. He had two big suitcases and one small one. It turned out both of them were for him and the small one was for me. He said that my costume was in it. I opened it and gasped. There wasn’t much there. All I could see was a collar, a leash, a ball gag, a chastity cage and a pair of handcuffs.
“Get naked boy and put it all on. We don’t have much time. We need to drive to a place which is quite few miles further away.”
I asked if I couldn’t put it on when we’re there, but he said we wouldn’t have time. I took off my cap, began unbuttoning my shirt, took my boots off, then trousers and then I finally took my pants off. I was standing still, covered my dick. I was told to put my hands to the side. My boss looked at me. He touched my abs and then my dick and balls. He then told me to bend over and check my ass out. He told me to put my hands behind my back and put the handcuffs on. He then put the collar on and after telling me to open my mouth, the ball gag. He didn’t forget about the chastity cage. I wouldn’t be able to cum for a while. I was thinking he would put the leash on now, but he didn’t. He took the suitcases and told me to go outside. When we walked out it was dark which was good, but there were still some people around. The boss parked ten minutes away from the police station so we had to take a, for me, long walk. I couldn’t, of course, cover my dick cause my hands were cuffed from behind. We passed around fifteen people.I could hear some of them saying stuff. Some louder some quieter.
“Look that cop must’ve caught some pervert.”
“He’s butt naked.”
“Lol look at that dude over there! He’s wearing a collar and his dick is caged. He probably won’t get to cum now haha”
“Damn he’s got a big dick. I’d let him fuck me if he wasn’t locked”
“Everyone needs to see this, lemme take a picture of him”
“Nice ass, man!”
“What’s that in his mouth?”
I was so embarrassed, but I could see his car now. I was saved. He told me to get in the trunk. While he was helping me, he touched my ass. Once I was inside I realized something. If we are supposed to be undercover, then why is he still in his uniform and I’m not. Why?
When the car stopped after two hours, I knew I was in trouble.
