After Officer Jenkins drove away, I picked up the shreds of my nightshirt and walked back into the house, my legs feeling like jelly. The coolness of the air conditioning washed over me as I stepped inside, the stark contrast from the hot and sticky outdoors making me shiver. The events of the morning had left me feeling both dirty and exhilarated, and I knew that a shower was in order. The water washed away the sweat and cum, and as the soap slid over my skin, my hand couldn't help but drift down to stroke my now semi-hard cock, the memory of Officer Jenkins' touch sending jolts of pleasure through me.
Leaning against the tiles, the hot water cascading down my body, I closed my eyes and replayed every moment in my head. The way his calloused hands had felt on my skin, the sound of his breathing in my ear, the pressure as he filled me up... I couldn't resist the urge to push back into my hand, letting out a low groan as I worked my cock back to full mast. The walls of the shower echoed with the sound of my fist pumping, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge.
All the time I edged myself, I visualised Officer Jenkins. He was a bear of a man standing over six feet with hands the size of feet and, oh my, his cock truly magnificent standing upright, all eight inches with a girth that would please any man or woman. What a contrast, I thought, when compared to me. I wasn’t that short but when compared to him, my long flowing blonde hair gave me an effeminate look, but I knew that he liked my cock, being very respectable in length and girth although I wasn’t as thick as him. The thing I enjoyed the most was the way he took control when he restrained me.
The shower provided comfort as I came. I leaned against the wall, the water beating down on my back. My knees gave out slightly, the pleasure so intense that it left me trembling. I leaned there for a moment, letting the water wash away the evidence of my excitement before I turned off the faucet and stepped out, feeling both cleansed and more alive than I had in a long time.
I towelled off and decided to dress in just my tighty whities and a white vest, tucking it into my tighty whities, the fabric clinging to my body in a way that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.
I made my way to the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. I grabbed a mug and sat down on the porch, feeling the warm sun on my bare skin. As I sat there, the quiet broken only by the occasional distant car passing by on the dirt road, I realised that this was just the beginning of something I had never dared to dream of, and I wondered what Officer Jenkins would do next. He liked to be in charge, and I enjoyed being subdued by him and taken. Still, I suspected, he might be an interesting lover who relishes an element of control, and I decided to embrace the role should that be what he enjoys, because I too enjoyed this newfound approach.
After my coffee, I decided to get on with my chores and not really thinking about neighbours and privacy, I remained in my tighty whities and vest because it was getting hot when I had started working. The chickens had to be fed, the horses watered, and the garden tended to. The sweat began to bead on my forehead almost immediately, my tighty whities sticking to my body as I moved from task to task. The fabric grew damp with the effort, the white vest clinging to my chest like a second skin. I worked tirelessly, my body moving in a familiar dance of labour that I had known since I was a child.
By the time the sun was directly overhead, casting a harsh, unrelenting light over everything, my chores were finished. The animals were fed and watered, the garden weeded, and the lawn mowed. My vest was stained with sweat and dirt, the fabric sticking to my skin like a second layer. My tighty whities weren't much better, the white material now a dirty grey from the dust that had kicked up during my labours and from the soil from the garden as I sat under a tree enjoying the shade, relaxing in the heat of the day.
The sound of a car approaching snapped me out of my thoughts. I wiped the sweat from my brow, my heart racing as I recognised the distinct rumble of his police cruiser. The dust cloud grew larger, and I felt a thrill of excitement as I realised that he was here. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I watched him pull into the driveway.
Officer Jenkins stepped out of the car, his eyes immediately finding me. He took in my state, the sweat-soaked vest and the state of my underwear, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Looks like you've been busy," he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of amusement.
I blushed, feeling both embarrassed and excited at his scrutiny. "Just keeping the place in order," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the way my heart was hammering in my chest as I viewed the man, delighting in his physical power and strength.
He nodded, his eyes lingering on my body. "Well, you've certainly been working hard," he said, the double entendre not lost on me. "But it's time to take a break," as he opened the trunk of the patrol car.
I watched, my curiosity piqued as he pulled out a rolled-up leather leash. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a strange thrill at the sight of it. "What's that for, Officer?" I asked, my voice a mix of apprehension and excitement.
"You were a very naughty boy this morning, weren't you, Steve?" he said, his tone playful but with an underlying seriousness that made my stomach flutter. "And naughty boys need to be punished." He approached me slowly, the leash hanging casually from his hand as if it were an everyday object.
My heart raced as he stopped in front of me, his eyes scanning my body with an intensity that made me feel both exposed and desired. "Naughty boys need to be controlled, Steve?" he declared, holding the leash up for me to see. "I think you need a lesson in subservience. Do you want me to teach you a lesson?"
I swallowed hard, the anticipation making me feel light-headed. "Yes," I said, the word leaving my mouth before I could think better of it. "I accept I have been naughty and should be punished, Officer Jenkins."
He nodded, his smile turning into a predatory grin. "Good boy," he said, his voice thick with approval. He took the leash and looped it around my neck, as I remained kneeling in front of him, pulling it tight enough to make me gasp. "You're going to need this," he said, his voice low and commanding. "It'll help you remember your place. Now, get up."
I got up, and Officer Jenkins pulled the collar strap, forcing me to follow him toward his patrol car. "Stand there," he told me as he pulled out of the trunk the police issue prison chains. "These are for you," he said with a smile beaming across his face.
My heart was racing as he showed me the heavy chains clinking in his hand. I had only seen them on TV, in movies and shows depicting the harsh realities of incarceration. Now, they were about to become a very real part of my life, albeit a consensual and temporary one. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, sending a shiver down my spine as I also realised that my cock was starting to get excited.
Officer Jenkins stepped behind me, his warm body pressing against my back. The leather collar was still around my neck, a constant reminder of his control. He looped the chain around my waist, securing it with a padlock that felt like a brand-new kind of belt, one that signified ownership and submission. His hands were firm but gentle as he secured my wrists with the handcuffs, the metal cool against my skin. The final touch was the ankle shackles, which he attached to the chain that now held my wrists captive.
"Now," he said, his voice a low purr in my ear, "you're going to learn what it means to be a good boy. Are you willing to submit to me in this way, because I hope you are."
I nodded; my throat dry. "Yes, I do." The words came out as a whisper, but it was all the affirmation he needed. He stepped back to the trunk and pulled out a wooden paddle.
Officer Jenkins showed me the wooden paddle, the wood was smooth and had a glossy finish. It was clear he took pride in his craftsmanship, and I couldn't help but feel both fearful and fascinated by it. "It's a beauty, isn't it? Made it myself. The blade is 4 inches wide, 1/4 inch thick, and including the handle, it's 3 feet in length."
I nodded my understanding of his description, my eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. He took the paddle and gave it a few experimental swings in the air, the whoosh of air it made with each pass sending a shiver down my spine.
"Have you ever been paddled before, Steve?"
"Yes, Sir, but not since I was sixteen," I responded while looking at the paddle in his hand.
Officer Jenkins nodded with a knowing smile, "I'm sure you remember how much it stung back then, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well I plan to spank you eighteen times after I have milked and fucked you. Do you like the idea, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied, my voice shaking slightly. The thought of the pain mingling with the pleasure was intoxicating, and I knew I couldn't resist, but I also knew it would hurt. Officer Jenkins was the sort of man who wouldn't hold back from paddling a naughty boy who had distracted him that morning.
Taking the leash, he pulled me into the barn, the smell of hay and earth filling my nostrils as the cool shade enveloped us. The leather strap was tight around my neck, the chain jingling with each step I took. The barn was empty, and the farm equipment lined up neatly along one wall. It was clear that this was going to be my place of punishment, a place where he could have his way with me without fear of interruption.
Officer Jenkins directed me to stand next to a set of hay bales that he had arranged as I stood watching him. The paddle and the tube of lubricant lay on a nearby table, glinting in the dim light. I felt a twinge of fear, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the thrill of what was about to happen. My cock was straining against the fabric of my tighty whities, betraying my excitement.
He took his time undressing, his movements deliberate and calculated. The sight of him disrobing, revealing his six-foot-three-inch muscular body, made me even more eager. His broad chest was dotted with hair, tapering down to a V that disappeared into his Hanes briefs. As he unbuckled his service belt, the clank of the metal sent a shiver down my spine. He hung it on a hook and removed his shirt, revealing a badge of authority and a tattoo of a wolf that seemed to dance across his bicep. His trousers followed, and I couldn't help but stare at the outline of his cock, which was now clear through the thin fabric of his briefs.
Officer Jenkins stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached out and traced the outline of my cock through the fabric of my underwear. "You're already eager for your punishment," he said with a smirk. "That's a good boy."
He then pushed me backwards onto the hay bale, my legs dangling over the edge, my cock pushing the cotton material of my Fruit of the Loom briefs. And then he started to rip my vest until he was able to throw the ruined item onto the floor. Using his fingernails, he gently scratched my chest, running his hand down until they rested on the waistband of my tighty whities.
And then inserting his fingers into the fly hole of the tighty whities, he ripped them, releasing my cock to stand skywards while he continued to mutilate the cotton fabric until they too, joined the vest on the ground.
As Officer Jenkins took a step closer, the head of my cock brushed against the soft fabric of his briefs, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He noticed my reaction and chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck, his grip firm but not painful. "You're eager, aren't you?" he murmured. "Let's see if you can handle what I have in store for you."
With that, he dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine as he took my cock into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his warm, wet mouth wrapping around me, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He took me in deep, his throat working as he swallowed my length, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place.
He sucked with a passion that was both surprising and exhilarating, his teeth lightly grazing my shaft as he pulled back, only to take me in again with renewed vigour. His hands roamed my body, caressing my thighs, my abs, and my balls, which were already drawing up tight in anticipation. The sound of his mouth working on me filled the barn, a rhythmic symphony of pleasure that had me panting and squirming on the hay bale.
I watched as his throat bulged with each bob of his head; his eyes closed in concentration. His hands gripped my hips tighter as he picked up the pace, his mouth moving faster, sucking harder. The pleasure was intense, my body responding to his touch in ways I never knew were possible.
I could feel the tension building, my toes curling as I approached the edge. "I'm going to come," I warned him, my voice strained.
He didn't acknowledge my comment, stop or even look up. Instead, he swallowed around my cock, urging me on. And with a strangled cry, I came, my hips bucking as ropes of cum shot into his mouth. He took it all, swallowing each spurt with a greedy moan that vibrated through my shaft.
As the last of my orgasm subsided, he pulled away, his lips shiny with saliva and cum. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Now that you're nice and relaxed," he said, his voice gruff, "it's time for your fucking,” as he pushed down his Hanes briefs, allowing them to fall onto the floor as he stepped out of them. He reached for the lubricant, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before smearing it over his hard and twitching cock. "Turn over, boy," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I obeyed, my heart racing as I felt the cool tip of his cock press against my hole. He took a deep breath, and with one swift motion, he pushed inside me. Even though he was lubricated, the pain was intense as I gritted my teeth and pushed back into him, demanding his length fill me, his hands gripping my hips to steady us both.
He began to thrust and pump me, his movements powerful and unyielding. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through me, and I knew that this was only the beginning. The paddle lay forgotten on the table, a testament to how quickly things had escalated between us. The metal handcuffs and chain dug into my skin as I held onto the hay bale for dear life, my body rocking with each of his deep, punishing strokes.
The smell of the barn, the feel of the hay prickling my skin, and the sound of our bodies coming together filled my senses. His breath grew ragged, his grip tightening on my hips as he fucked me hard, the chains jingling with each movement.
Officer Jenkins was relentless, his hips slamming into me, his cock hitting my prostate with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body betraying my mind with its insatiable hunger for more. "You're going to come for me again," he grunted, his voice low and commanding.
I was unable to nod agreement or form words in response to his order as he hit that g-spot over and over again. The pressure grew until it was unbearable, and with a scream, I came, my cum spurting onto the hay beneath me, mixing with the sweat that coated my body. The sensation was intense, a white-hot pleasure that seemed to fill every inch of me as I lost control.
Officer Jenkins didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached his climax. I felt the heat of his body against my back, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You're mine, Steve," he growled, his hands digging into my skin. "Say it, boy. Say it."
"Yours," I managed, the word a gasp of pleasure.
“Scream it, boy, scream it,” as he pounded my arse even harder.
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I screamed, my throat feeling sore in response.
Officer Jenkins continued to pound my ass with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. The pain was exquisite, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion. I could feel his balls slapping against me, the heat of his cock as it plunged in and out of me, the metal of the handcuffs cutting into my skin with every movement. The world narrowed to just us, to just this moment, as he claimed me in the most primal of ways.
The barn was filled with the sound of him fucking me: the slap of skin on my arse, the grunts and moans of effort and pleasure, the clinking of the chains that bound me as he pulled on the leash around my neck, pulling my head back, restricting my airflow.
His breathing grew heavier, his grip on my hips and the leash tightening until I knew he was close, as I began to feel lightheaded. And then, with a loud groan that echoed through the rafters, he came, filling me with his hot seed. The feeling of him releasing inside me was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a sense of fullness that seemed to reach my very soul as he released the leash, restoring my airflow as I panted and strained for breath.
My body trembled as he continued to fuck me through his orgasm, each thrust sending aftershocks of pleasure through my system. His cock pulsed with each spurt, marking me as his, claiming me in the most intimate but rough way possible. The stench of sweat and sex hung in the air, mixing with the scent of the hay and the dusty earth floor.
Finally, he pulled out, the sensation of his cum dripping from my ass making me shiver. He stepped back, his chest heaving, the chains clanking as he moved. "You're mine now," he said, his voice hoarse as I just lay there on the bale, my senses overwhelmed.
Officer Jenkins, naked with cum still dripping from his cock bent down and picked up the paddle, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He stepped closer to me, "Now," he said, his voice a low rumble, "for your punishment, you very naughty boy."
I nodded, my body already anticipating the pain that was to come. He raised the paddle and brought it down with a resounding crack across my ass. I yelped, the sting making me jerk forward, the chains holding me in place as he held onto the leash again, restricting my movement. He didn't give me time to recover before the next blow fell, and then another, each one leaving a burning trail across my skin.
He counted out the strokes, his voice steady and firm. "One... two... three..." I bit my lip, trying to hold in the screams that threatened to escape. "Four... five... six..." With each number, the pain grew, my body jerking and trembling with each impact. The leather leash and chains unforgiving, the sting turning into a throb that grew with every strike. "Seven... eight..."
The strokes grew faster, the pain building until it was all I could focus on. I could feel my ass growing red and hot, the skin stretched taut with each blow. "Nine... ten..." My eyes watered, the world narrowing down to the paddle and the sound of it slicing through the air before it met my flesh. "Eleven... twelve..."
As he reached the final strokes, he paused, his hand hovering in the air. "Ready?"
I took a deep breath and nodded; the word "yes" forced from my lungs. He brought the paddle down again, the final six strokes coming in quick succession. "Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen..." It was too much, and I started to cry and scream out in pain and I then felt the failure of my bladder as the first trickle of piss started to flow with the next stroke of his paddle forcing my bladder to gush warm water onto the hay bale.
By the last stroke, my bladder was empty, I was crying and panting, my body on fire. He set the paddle down and stepped closer, his hand reaching around to cup my cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears from crying. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with something I hadn't heard before: affection.
Officer Jenkins unbuckled the leash and removed the chains, his movements gentle despite the roughness of our earlier play. "You took your punishment well," he said, his voice softer now. "You're learning,” as he pulled me up and embraced me in a reassuring cuddle.
I nodded, unable to speak as he cuddled me. My legs were shaky, my ass on fire, but I couldn't help the feeling of euphoria that washed over me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, his breath warm against my neck.
For a few more moments, he held me, his body pressing against mine, his cock still hard. Then, with a final squeeze, he released me, allowing me to fall backwards onto the hay bale. "I want you to stay like this," he said, his voice gruff as he ran his fingers over my body. "For when I return this evening to check on you."
The implication was clear. Our arrangement was far from over. "Yes, Sir," I murmured, my voice thick with need.
He kissed me, hard and demanding, before pulling away. I managed to sit up on the hay bale, my ass hot and painful but I had to watch him get dressed. As he put on his uniform, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the power he wielded, not just in this moment, but over me. He was my protector and my punisher, my lover and my master.
When he was fully dressed, he looked at me, his eyes lingering on my naked body. "Be ready for me tonight," he said, his voice a dark promise. "And don't even think about touching yourself until I get back. I know it will be a challenge spending the rest of the day naked, but it will be good for you and a constant reminder that an infringement will be punished."
I nodded; my cock still hard despite the pain I was experiencing. "I won't, Sir."
Officer Jenkins, now restored to his uniform, grabbed his keys and strode out of the barn, leaving me alone with the echoes of his footsteps and the lingering scent of sex in the air. As I gathered my torn clothes, I knew that the afternoon and evening ahead would be one of the most intense and exciting of my life, and I couldn't wait for the next time he would claim me. In the meantime, I had my orders. Remain naked and no wanking otherwise I would be in serious trouble.
Continues in Part Three
