steve had moved in to Rigger Rick's apartment by the time the police broke in and made the arrest. When Rigger told steve he wanted him in HIS apartment so he had easier access to him, steve had resisted. Then, Rigger dropped the hammer. He didn't mention the apartment for a couple of days, and then one day, he pulled steve's wrists behind him, tied them and pushed down on his head so steve was on his knees. steve was hot to give a blow job, and he thought that was what was happening: Rigger had opened his pants, and his long, thick cock was there right in front of steve's mouth. As steve leaned in though, Rigger put a strong palm on his forehead, and pushed him back.
"You want, it cop meat?" he sneered at steve. "yes sir. I do. I want it bad. REALLY REALLY BAD." Now there was a laugh mixed with the sneer. "What do subs wants matter, bitch?" steve gulped. "They don't Sir. They don't. What i want doesn't matter. What matters is what you want." Rigger smiled. "Is that right?" He took his cock with his second hand, moved it back and forth, and hit steve's cheeks with it every now and then. "PLEASE SIR.. PLEASE...." steve began to bed. Then Rigger began putting his cock back in his pants. "Nah, I don't think you mean it when you say what I want matters. " He began to zip up. "SIR! PLEASE . PLEASE. YOU KNOW I DO A GOOD JOB." "Oh, I do, stevie boy. I think you need to understand: I can get a blow job anywhere I want, from anyone. What I want.. is you moving in." He smiled and opened his pants again. "So...?" He used his cock to his steve's cheeks again, and this time, he traced a stick circle around steve's lips. "OK. OK Sir. I'll move in. You're right Sir, of course you are. I'm honored that you offered me.." then steve began to gag because Rigger had just shoved his cock in. Hungrily, steve dove for it. His "oral skills" as they would say in school, were excellent, and Rigger was a demanding top. "You'll keep the apartment for show, bitch, but you're gonna be living here. " He took a handful of steve's hair. "My boy. My slave cop boy." He shoved hard, and deposited a load down steve's throat. steve smiled as he swallowed the thick salty cum. He loved being used like this.
It took about two weeks for steve to move in what Rigger said he could. Then, he used his own apartment, basically as a mailbox, and lived with Rigger. For a total submissive bottom like steve, it was heaven: Rigger demaned a blow job every morning, and took steve's ass every night. There were weekly shaving sessions, and tons of bondage. They were in the middle of a bondage game, when the raid happened. Rigger was very fond of this game: steve would hide three numbers somewhere in the apartment, and then, Rigger would "capture" him, stretch him out, and torture him with edging, or nipple nibbling, etc, until he gave up the information. He had yielded, and then Rigger took his ass as his reward. He tied steve back up, put a wide strip of duct tape over his mouth, and every 15 minutes or so, he'd come in and tease steve's cock. He could do that for hours.
A federal investigation had linked Rigger to tax evasion, and that's what led to the break in. They took Rigger into custody, and as they searched the apartment, they found steve on the bed. One of the agents knew him. "STEVE? STEVE RICH? WHAT THE..." He started untying steve, and couldn't help but notice the hard on. He laughed. "I want you to get dressed so we can get you out of here, but... maybe you need to take care of that first." steve blushed. "Thank you.. I think I'll be fine." He was used to cum denial. Rigger used a cage on him, but tonight he had taken it off. steve just pretended that he still had it on. He went to the closet to get some clothes, and the agent saw that the closet was filled with steve's stuff. "Steve, it's really not my business, but... do we not have a case for kidnapping and abusing a police officer?" THAT's when the reality hit him. He blanched. "I don't think the case would stick." The agent looked at him. "I think you, I and some other people need to have a talk."
Talk did follow. Somehow it stayed confidential, but Detective Sharon Henning, this agent (Agent Burke), and an ADA (Justin Philips) interviewed him. At the end of it, Philips shook his head. "You say there are photos? And movies?" steve liked the way Justin looked: confident, big, muscular. He knew he had a reputation as a brutal prosecutor, and a total DOM. He responded well to that. "Yes sir. All along the way." Philips turned to the officers. "I think the 'spin' we have to give this..." he took a deep breath. "Is that Detective Rich here decided not to do a pile on , and that he wanted to get away from this incident as completely as possible. " He looked at steve, who was wondering how big the ADA's cock was, and how it would taste. "Yes sir. I agree." The feds never brought any kidnapping or abuse case against Rigger. They didn't think they needed to, because the tax case was so strong: they found piles of documents, goods, everything they needed, at the apartment. Three months later, it was learned that the US attorney who was handling the case, had made "material misstatements" on the application for the warrant. The motions followed, leading to Rigger's release.
steve knew nothing about that. His buddies came by Rigger's apartment, helping him move his stuff back to his own apartment, and not saying a word. steve realized by this time, how deeply he had gotten in, how he COULD have been charged, and how his career COULD have been over, and in time, he began getting over Rigger.
Being at the courthouse when Rigger was released was about to change all that.
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After Rigger's arrest, steve began going out again. He'd take someone home occasionally, or go home with someone, but he hadn't found anyone who took control the way Rigger had. Most nights, instead of going out "on the prowl" as one of his friends put it, he'd just stay home and masturbate, remembering the times that Rigger had him tied down before he shaved and fucked him, or the way he knew how to nibble his ears JUST hard enough to tread the line between pleasure and pain, or... the nipple work. The INCREDIBLE nipple work. There were times when Rigger held him down, and just barely brushed a double jointed thumb across his tits, and steve was ready to shoot a geyer - except he couldn't, because Rigger had him locked in chastity so "my slut bitch doesn't go looking for things away from home." They both knew: steve was getting all that he wanted at home: he hadn't looked since that night that Rigger broke him. His orgasms when he recalled those times, were always more intense than the ones he had when he went on a "date." Rigger's look had attracted him too. The man was BIG. He was at leat 6'4", and dwarfed steve. His chest: chiseled wasn't the right word for it. steve wondered if it could have gotten any more muscular, but he figured while he was in prison, Rigger probably used the gym facilities a lot. His tattoos. All over his body. One of the things he had told steve was that, at some point in the future, steve was gonna get one too: one that RIGGER chose, on a place on steve' body that RIGGER chose. And his shaved head: sometimes, when they were in bed, and Rigger was tonguing steve's ass, the light would bounce off that shiny noggin, and it always got steve hotter. ADA Philips reminded him of Rigger in a lot of ways. He knew Philips was gay. He thought about making a play for him, until he learned that Philips had a boy, bob, or robert, or bobby, whom he had broken and kept as a house boy/slave at his country home. It wouldn't have been the first time steve did a three way, but... "Maybe I'll get a tattoo anyway," steve thought as he squeezed into a pair of tight 501s, put on a t shirt, a black one, and his leather jacket. He was going out that night.
The bar was filled with "the usual suspects." This was where he had met Rigger, and without saying so, steve was hoping he'd meet the next Rigger. So far, no luck. Then.... "That guy looks familiar" steve thought. A BIG guy, with a shaved head walked in. He seemed to know people: A LOT of people. He had on a short sleeved shirt that he was almost bursting out of, and when he turned around and steve could see his chest, there was a huge, coiled dragon running up from his navel, to his pecs. The dragon had two heads. "You know who that is? That's the retired ultimate fighter, the champion. Dragon. "OF COURSE! " the thought went off in steve's mind. Dragon hadn't fought in at least five years, but it looked like he continued to work out. He might have been even bigger than Rigger. He was DEFINITELY bigger than ADA Philips. . He had a shaved head, and he was covered with tattoos. And he was hairy.
And he was leading a humpy blond number by a leash. Was that a former porn star? It was. "He was a TOP" steve thought. And then he thought about the size difference: the blond guy was humpy, and had huge biceps, but he guessed (correctly), that in a one on one fight, he would have no chance against Dragon. steve pulled his hand back from his crotch. He hadn't KNOWN it had dropped there. When it happened a second time, and a third time, he knew he had to get out of the bar, before he did something stupid. As he left, he felt a hard SMACK to his butt. He turned. Dragon was smiling. "GREAT ASS, STUD. Don't let it go to waste." Then he laughed and pulled on the blond's leash. "Let's go get a drink, boy." "yes sir," he heard the man answer, from a head down position. "Well trained" steve thought. "like me." That night, he dreamed of being in bed with Rigger, Dragon and Philips. He hadn't jerked off more than once for about 20 years. He did that night. Three times.
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steve went on this way for about 3 months. It was hard for him not to blush when ADA Philips walked by, especially when he smiled at him, and while he never saw Dragon at the bar again, he looked for videos on the web showing him in action. He spilled jizz into more than one hankie that way. Then things changed.
It was a Wednesday night, steve remembered. He had been late at the precinct, catching up on paperwork. It was a warm night and he was glad that he had dressed more casually than usual: black polo shirt, thin blue trousers, think jacket that he carried over his arm. When he left the precinct, he put the jacket back on, because he needed to hide his service weapon. He was taking public transportation home. When he got home, and unlocked his door, he found.... Rigger.... sitting in the middle of the living room, in his trademark wifebeater t shirt and torn jeans. He seemed to have more tattoos than when steve was his sub . There was a smile playing across Rigger's face. "Working late, stevie?" steve reached for his weapon: "GET OUT. GET OUT NOW." Rigger laughed. "You and I both know, stevie, you're not gonna do anything with that gun. So, why don't you just take it out of the holster and put it on the table, then assume the position against the wall." Rigger's lack of fear unnerved steve. He became even more ill at ease when Rigger laughed "C'mon sweetie. I see the bulge in your pants. Daddy's home, and daddy gets what he wants. ASSUME THE POSITION." steve gulped. Rigger was right: he had thrown the hardest wood he had thrown in months. He reached inside his jacket and, frowning, put the revolver down on the table. "You can get rid of the coat too, handsome. Makes frisking you easier." steve said nothing, but got out of the coat, and .. assumed the position. "Good boy. Good, good boy. And a BAD man ha ha ha." As Rigger ran his hands over steve's body, steve began to breathe a little harder. When Rigger's hand found his bulge, he moaned. "How the hell did you get in here, Rigger?" Rigger squeezed his crotch. "We forgetting our vocabulary, stevie? Let's just say your apartment lacks for security. Surprising for a cop who's so HOT, men would break in to get them back. " As Rigger pulled steve's wrists behind his back, steve felt Rigger's mouth up against his ear, and felt the warmth of his breath as he whispered. "Gonna be great, BITCH. And you don't call me 'RIGGER' anymore. My name is SIR" steve winced as the ropes bit into his wrists. "I don't belong to you anymore. Fuck me and leave." He felt Rigger's rough hand on his neck, and he heard the laugh. "Oh, no no no, sweetcakes. Only half of that." He pushed steve into the chair he was just sitting in. As he stepped behind him, Rigger squeezed steve's bicep. "NICE. Ya haven't worked out as much as I have, but you kept up with it." "I haven't had as much time as you have," steve shot back, as Rigger whispered into his ear "open your mouth." "NO," steve tried to clench his teeth. A slap to his crotch forced him to cry out, and then the bandana went between his lips , and he felt it tighten as Rigger knotted it behind his head. Then he walked around to the front. "So, slaveboi steve... time to pick up where we left off." "mmmph nnnnnmph" steve shook his head no, even as a spot of moisture formed at his crotch. "Spread those legs, bitch. We're gonna have a talk." When steve resisted, he felt Rigger's fingers at his nipples. "I SAID SPREAD THOSE LEGS BITCH" The sensation that spread through steve was so strong, and the wet spot was getting bigger. He spread his legs. "Now, let me explain to you how it's gonna be boy. " Rigger had taken a small paddle that steve hadn't seen, and began brushing it up against steve's crotch. "mmmmmmmmmmmph," steve's voice was pleading: it was a mixture of wanting Rigger to stop, and to continue. "For the short term, we're gonna live here. Maybe three-four days before we move back to my place- with the toys. " steve shook his head violently NO, and he felt a WHACK to his crotch harder than he liked. "YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS PRETTY BOY? " It was then that steve realized: he didn't. Resignedly, he shook his head no." "GOOD. Then let's understand what's happening for tonight. " Rigger grinned. "I'm not sure I can trust you for a blow job... yet. And that's unfortunate for you because... it means I'm gonna FUCK you dry." "mmmmmmmmmmmph. plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. " Rigger was a hard fuck: taking a fuck from him dry, well, it could be painful. steve had gotten used to it before Rigger went to jail, but he was out of practice. "I found a couple neckties in your closet. I used them for your bed. They'll do just fine. Now... let's get back to where we were." As Rigger dragged steve to his bedroom, his second hand dropped to steve's ass. "I'm sure that's had attention from more than one man since I've been gone. That's about to change. " He leaned into steve and whispered. "You'll only get one good scream out if you choose to, so I'm gonna take out the gag. You gonna behave?" "mmmmmmmmmmmph" steve shook his head weakly. "GOOD. It's important that you remember your place, copmeat. " As the gag came out, Rigger's fingers came from behind steve, and got his nipples. "OOOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOOOOOH SIR. The way you do that.... " "Heh heh. Makes you melt, bottom, doesn't it?" "yes sir" steve felt the restraints getting loosened. He didn't dare try to escape, but he didn't want to. "STRIP. Then get on your back." "yes sir. " steve answered. "WAIT. ONE THING ." Rigger pulled steve to him and forced his tongue down his throat. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Rigger was moaning. When he finished, he looked steve in the eye. "I had my share of prison bitches, but none of them were as good as my cop bitch. NOW SHOW ME THAT SLAVE BOY BODY OF YOURS." "yes sir." steve undressed. He put his hands behind his back. His cock jutted out, and Rigger laughed as he rubbed steve's glans with his two fingers. "My, SOMEONE is excited to see me. " He looked steve over. "And you gave me an excuse to shave ya. How nice. " steve exhaled as his nipples got mauled. Rigger pushed him back on the bed. As his knee worked on steve's crotch, he fastened the necktie bondage. "We're gonna use MUCH more than this after we get to my digs. You're gonna love all I learned in prison." steve was already loving what was happening, as he felt Rigger grab his ankles and push his legs in the air. "Heh heh. We're gonna be working on those feet soon, too, studmuffin. For now though..." Rigger let go of steve's legs for a few minutes, so that he could drop his ratty jeans, and pull off the wife beater. He had been sweating heavily, and his musky odor was filling steve's nose. His hips began to buck, just from the smell. Rigger smiled. "Wash the pit, sub cop" . He pushed his arm onto steve's mouth, and steve's tongue dug in , hungrily. "They both need washin' bitch" Rigger changed arms. Then he pulled them away, and took steve's ankles back in his hands. "Now... gonna take what belongs to me. " steve whispered "yes sir." He caught a very quick look of a VERY hard Rigger's cock before it plunged into him. "OH MY GOD SIR IT'S TOO HARD TOO ROUGH. TOO.. OH SHIT...." Now that he was inside steve, Rigger could move his fingers back up to steve's nipples. All of a sudden, he didn't feel too rough, or too harsh. He felt... DOMINANT. "FUCK YOUR BITCH SIR. FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARD. OH FUCK YES....." "Heh heh. If I ever get sent back, I know who to put on my conjugal visits list. Detective steve rich - the bitch." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGH" steve screamed as Rigger pushed harder, and deeper. steve had been fucked since Rigger got sent away, but never like this. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT. SIR.... SIR... may I shoot. May I shoot my wad? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE" steve was begging. He was fortunate. Rigger was right at the edge and one push... he began shooting into his sub cop's ass. "You'll get your chance now, stevie. Savor it. After you get locked up... who knows when I'll be in the mood?" "Yes sir.. I understand." Rigger toyed with steve's cock head again, and it was enough. steve tried to cut down the sounds he was making: he knew that Rigger didn't like him being noisy during sex (and usually kept him gagged), and he shot... he shot as hard as he had when he watched the videos of Dragon fighting. As he came, he imagined that Rigger was Dragon, and he was pinned underneath him, with Rigger/Dragon using the guillotine choke to put him out. "you gonna welcome me home, mancunt?" Rigger asked in a very gravelly voice. "Yes sir. Welcome home Dragon," steve realized what he said just a second before Rigger did. "DRAGON? Did you say Dragon?" "Yes sir. I did. Sorry Sir. I... I didn't have pictures of you when you were locked up so...." "Heh heh. You have a type bitch boi. Let's just pretend you thought of my cock as a dragon: a fire breathing MONSTER, cause it's gonna burn you up. And I'm..." He pushed steve's head to the side, and put his stubbly chin on steve's neck. "Like a Dragon, I'm gonna devour you. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR"