Closer Than You Think (M/M) - New Part Mar 16

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Closer Than You Think (M/M) - New Part Mar 16

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Closer Than You Think
Joe

I guess I've always been comfortable with bondage. You kinda have to with a dad like mine. Wait, that sounds weird. Let me explain. My dad and his buddies tend to horse around with each other. They're all cops, they have a kind of... different way of doing things. That is to say... they tie each other up. So, since I can remember, it was never a surprising sight to see one of my dad's big burly cop buddies tied up and gagged in our living room or in the guest bedroom. Occasionally, it was my dad tied up, and whoever he had over would order or make dinner for us while he struggled. They were all really good sports about their tie up games, and they never minded me showing up when they were tied in the living room. (The guest room stayed off limits, although as I got older I could guess what went on in there).

I guess that might've been why I developed such a huge kink for tied up guys, muscles bulging as they struggled against their bonds. It was around me all the time, and these guys acted like it was no big deal. They'd ruffle my hair and say how big a man I was getting, rope burns still red on their arms. But even more than that was seeing Hank tied up in the living room during dinner, my father teasing him about not being able to defend himself.

Hank had been a part of my life for years, seeing as he was my dad's partner on the force, and was almost like a father to me himself. He was younger than my dad, being fresh out of the police academy, and he lived with us since he really didn't have enough money for his own apartment in this city and since it had been harder for my dad to support our house since Mom left, Hank moved in. And more often than not, Hank and my dad would begin competing with each other, and it would end with Hank (occasionally my dad, but generally Hank) tied up and gagged. When I was little, my dad had let me participate, sometimes tickling his prisoners or even having me punch them with my little weak fists. As I got older, sometimes my dad had me tie up his buddies while he went and got some of his socks for a gag or something. One glorious time, he even taught me how to tie a guy up in a bunch of different ways, letting me use Hank as my practice dummy.

But I always craved something more. And I don't really remember when I got started, but I looked up pictures of tied up men on the Internet, which developed into a whole big thing, looking for stories and fan fiction, watching videos, and that led to my big crush on... him.

Jace.

Okay, first of all, I'm not an Internet stalker, really. I found a video Jace posted on YouTube years ago, on a channel dedicated to his escape artist attempts. And thirteen-year-old me was enchanted by his good looks, nice voice, charming wit, and of course, his commitment to bondage. For a few months, he had a new video every week where he'd tie himself up, sometimes to a chair, sometimes to his bed, sometimes on the floor, and he'd always gag himself first, using several strips of tape to completely sheathe his lower face in shiny silver that he would mmmph into while he struggled.

Then his channel got taken down. It was a dark time for me.

Until I found him again on a different site, where he stayed till this day, and his videos became less about the "escape" and more about the being tied up. More often than not, he would give up really struggling and just whimper and groan into his gag, flexing his muscles. So, needless to say, my crush on Jace endured over the years.

My dad and Hank knew about my particular... interest, and they were surprisingly supportive of me. Dad said it must run in the family, and Hank let me know that I could tie him up whenever I got the itch and he wasn't busy. They're great. And even though it was a little embarrassing having my dad and Hank know about my fetish, at least I never had to hide it from them. I mean, apart from my crush on Jace. I didn't want them to think I was looking at porn or anything. I mean, they were relaxed, but still!

So, on this particular summer day, I was waiting for visitors. My dad and Hank were assigned a big case, and apparently it wouldn't be safe to go out for a while, so I was told that I'd be staying at one of my dad's buddies cabin up in the mountains, where Hank would babysit me. I wasn't indignant about it or anything. Dad trusted me, and if I was seventeen and he still thought I should stay in, I figured there was a good reason.

But the catch was, one of Dad and Hank's cop buddies, Ryan (big guy, macho, always got tied up by my dad when he came by) was bringing his son over. Apparently they were all hoping we'd become friends, since neither of us really had a bunch of them.

In the meantime, my dad and I were tying up Hank.

Hank

Matt winked at me from over his son's shoulder as he brought out the ball gag. In a lot of ways, it had been very fortuitous that Joe had inherited his father's enjoyment of bound men - it allowed us to bring out a lot more of the toys we had accumulated over the years. He was a great kid, and so welcoming. Matt and I hadn't told him yet, but over the years (and over lots of tie-ups,) Matt and I had fallen for each other and begun dating. We were hoping to tell him soon, but I felt like a creep for not having let him know a long time ago that I felt that way about his dad.

But, life got in the way, like life tends to do. Now it would just be me, Joey, and Ryan's kid Paul in a cabin up in the mountains for however long it took for this case to blow over. Maybe I could gauge how Joey might feel about Matt and me.

In the meantime however, I gave Joey a pleading look. "Come on, man, don't let your dad do that to me! I'm wearing my police shirt, and I'll drool on it!"

Joey grinned, and turned to his dad. "He's kinda right. Last time that happened, he had to go to the station like that."

"Well, it should teach him to get better at fighting me off, huh?" Matt said. Great, he wasn't in a merciful mood today.

"I got an idea!" Joey smirked, and then quickly unbuttoned my police shirt, pushing it over my shoulders, exposing my sleeveless undershirt, straining against my broad chest. I sighed as Matt licked his lips. I swear, the two of them had practically the same mind. "All good."

"Nice work, son." Matt grinned, before moving the ball gag up to my face.

I started with a sarcastic, "Yeah, nice wor-mmmmmmph." before I was summarily gagged.

I wriggled around on the floor, hogtied, while Matt and Joey sat on the couch and watched TV, occasionally sparing me a glance to see that I hadn't escaped. One time, I thought I was about to get a hand free, when Matt noticed and quickly redid the bondage, trapping me even tighter so that I couldn't even wriggle, setting me on my front. My chest was pulled a bit into the air from how strict the tie was. Matt let his hand linger on my ass for longer than necessary, giving me an affectionate squeeze.

"So, what's Ryan's kid like? Paul, right?" Joey asked suddenly. I guess he was curious.

I mmphed a little bit like I was answering, and both Joey and Matt grinned at me.

Of course, it also gave Matt some time to consider his answer.

See, we had an ulterior motive for bringing Paul and Joey together. Ryan had recently gotten home and caught Paul tying himself up and filming it, sending it out over the Internet. The kid had gagged himself and everything, and although it seemed like he hadn't filmed it, he had also gotten hold of a cheap vibrator to tease himself with. Instead of confronting him and possibly traumatizing the kid through humiliation, he decided to send him over to us, where we hoped that his desire to be tied up and played with might mesh well with Joey's desire to tie up and play with someone. That's what I was there for (you know, besides keeping the kids safe). Should things not pan out, I'd find a reason to tie Paul up and sic Joey on him.

I groaned as the doorbell rang.

Paul

"Hurry up, kiddo!" my dad called. I growled, shoving my stuff into my bag. I didn't want find out whether or not my dad would go through my stuff while I'm away.

He doesn't know certain things about me. Things I do when I'm by myself. Uh... I'm kind of a YouTube performer. Well, not YouTube anymore. And more... modeling. Okay, I filmed myself being tied up and struggling. And I'm not stupid, okay? I never used my real name or anything, and never anything that anyone might recognize besides my face.

I'm not a freak or anything! Just... I've always been curious about being tied up. Ever since my dad gave me his old detective novels with those... the Hardy Boys? They were always getting tied up and gagged, and I wanted that too.

So... I did it myself. I started with duct tape, tying my ankles and using my chin to roll the tape around my hands. I'd always gag myself first. I liked the way I sounded when I couldn't make words. And then I found out during one video that I really liked this stuff in a different, more mature way.

What I wanted, more than anything, was to be tied up by someone else, someone who would not only keep me prisoner, but play with me, too. That's why I bought the vibrator and used it on myself while I was tied up. I never filmed those sessions, but I could pretend that someone had walked in while I tied myself up and took advantage of me.

The most recent time I had done this, I hadn't realized my dad had gotten home earlier than I'd expected. I'd used the vibrator on myself, and I'd struggled pretty loudly, I thought, but luckily my dad hadn't noticed. I felt a little bit bad about hiding from him, but I didn't want him to think I was weird. That would be too much.

This summer, I felt like I'd finally get some extra time to make some tie-up videos, but wouldn't you know it, my dad had other plans. Apparently, he and the rest of the cops in our stupid town were working some big case, and they wanted to send me and some other cop's kid to my dad's cabin in the woods. I didn't need a stupid babysitter.

At least there were locks on the doors up there. I shoved my tie-up gear (a pair of heavy-duty rigid handcuffs, some rope, my vibrator, some clothespins I had been using as nipple clamps - they hurt like hell, but in a way I liked - and two pairs of dirty socks from the hamper.

"You're gonna have a good time up there, son." my dad said happily. I eyed him warily.

"Yeah, sure."

"Just give it a try. I think you and Joe will hit it off."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Whatever, Dad."

Joe

"Joey, go and help Paul with the luggage!" my dad called as Ryan clapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey, kid. Nice to see ya. Hope you have a great time up there."

I glanced at him. "Aren't we fleeing some criminal?"

He gave me a cryptic wink. "Ain't no reason you can't have fun."

I shrugged and sidled past him to go meet the famous Paul. I hoped he wasn't like other boys my age. Most of them sucked.

I walked into the driveway, and caught a glimpse of some muscly arms hefting a suitcase in front of his face.

"Hey, I can help you with that." I said politely, seeing him totter.

He set down the case and my jaw dropped. This couldn't be. This couldn't be happening, oh my god.

"You're Jace." I said numbly. "Oh my god, you're Jace."
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I cannot wait to read more of this! It's going to be an amazing story!
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Astounding start.

Different POVs add a whole dimension to the story and hot cops tying each other up is a great concept. Looking forward to the rest!
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Very good first part! Can’t wait for the next chapters! I guess Jace won’t be using that lock on his door :D
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Interestign premise and good start! Can't wait for the next parts!
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Man, what story is THAT!!!

I am having very HIGH expectations on this story because there is nothing more hot than big, burly and manly guys playing with themselfs in tie up games! Specially with cops! I just LOVED the setting of the story so far!! Definitely I wanna see more of those manly cops tying and gagging each other and even make more interresting things like teasing! The story there is also a father/son thing that really turns the things on for me! Definitely I am expecting scenes of their respective fathers tying up their sons!

About the characters, like I said, I love the setting. Hank seems to be my favorite so far! There is a good develop there of how he got in love by Matt and they are partners in the work! Hank seems to be very manly and gentle too! Cannot wait to see more scenes of him bound and gagged! But I am also expecting to see HIM tying up and gagging Matt!

Joe seems to be a cool guy, he has this thing of "like father, like son" where he also wanna be dominating like Matt, but I really hope to see him bound and gagged too at some point.

Paul is another interresting character! I like how he tried to make his fantasies reality by buying that toy! I really cannot wait to see Joe tying him up, gagging him and giving him some nice teasing!

The setting of this story is very good so far and I hope to see a new chapter soon!!!
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Paul

Shit. Shit.

How? This guy knew about me? This was a disaster!

"Oh, God, please, you can't tell my dad. Dude, I'll do anything, just don't tell."

The kid looked innocent enough. He had a baby face that probably meant he got away with everything. But there was nothing innocent about the smirk he gave as he looked me up and down. He glanced back at the open door of the house and advanced on me, making me retreat behind my dad's car. He kept smirking.

"Anything, huh?"

I grit my teeth. The little bastard knew how to play. "Yup. You've kinda got me by the balls here."

He blushed hard, but then he looked at me square in the face. "Not yet I don't."

Oh crap. I could feel blood rushing right down to my crotch. This guy, even though I hadn't even bothered to learn his name, had a confidence that was totally hitting all the right buttons for me. He was tall, and even though I was more muscular, he had a presence that made up for it. He flashed me a dazzling smile, and I felt my stupid heart flutter like in a romance novel, and my stupid legs tremble. "What are you gonna do?"

"You know that video where you talked about your fantasy? The one about being made into a slave for someone? Being tied and gagged and taken care of, made to smell some dirty socks and underwear, made to serve? That."

I gulped. That was one of the videos I had had to cut short in editing. I had gotten myself so worked up imagining myself as someone's... pet, that I completely shot my load in about five minutes of struggling. "Oh."

"You're gonna serve me this whole weekend, or however long we spend at this cabin. You're gonna call me Sir, or if you like, Master, while we're up there. If it's too uncomfortable for you, you will call me Joe when Hank or anyone else is around. I will call you Paul when we have company, but you will know to obey me if I call you Paulie, boy, pet, or slave. Or if I refer to you as Jace. I will tie you up and gag you, and you're gonna let me play with you while you're tied up. You will get to make suggestions as to what you want, but there will be no guarantees that I will take it. If you act up, insult me, annoy me, or disobey me, I will let your dad know your little secret."

I wasn't quite sure how to take this. On the one hand, this guy was blackmailing me into becoming his... I guess, his sex toy. But on the other hand, he was fulfilling my deepest fantasy, and I found myself attracted to him. I nodded.

He looked at me, sternly, expectantly. "Well?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

Hank

While Joey went to answer the door, Matt took his opportunity to attack me. I was still trapped, helpless in a strict hogtie, my police shirt opened. Matt gave a naughty chuckle as he tickled my sides, making my giggle into my ballgag. How unfortunate I was that Matt loved my giggles, particularly muffled by a gag. Once, as a prank, he tied me to the structural support post down at the precinct, gagged me, and then hung a sign around my neck saying "tickle me," a request which the rest of the officers were only too happy to oblige.

Matt's tickles turned to gropings as he kissed my neck and collarbone, making me moan with want. I was going to leave the kids on their own for the afternoon and return to town to shop for groceries, and I hoped that Matt was making it clear we would be spending some time together before I had to stay up there.

"Whoa, save it for the bedroom!" Ryan laughed. "Little too steamy, we got kids outside."

"An eighteen year old and an almost-eighteen year old." Matt corrected. "And doesn't a man have a right to have a little fun with his fiancee?"

I yelped as Ryan knelt and pinched my nipples through my undershirt. "Heh heh, nice to see you're keeping it perky under there, Hank."

I cursed at him a little through my gag, although it was all in good fun. They set to untying me, although they made me undo the gag myself.

"So, you proposed, then? That's great. How'd Joey take it?" Ryan chuckled. He chuckled by himself, dwindling off at our awkward silence. "Oh. You haven't told."

"It was just a few nights ago. We were gonna find a way to tell Joey before we told anybody else." I chided.

"Sorry."

"'sokay, I'll keep my trap shut." Ryan promised.

"You'd better." Matt warned. "Else, I'll hogtie you and leave you naked in one of the holding cells for everybody to get an eyeful."

"Ha," Ryan laughed. "Why do you assume that's a punishment? I ain't ashamed of this."

"Matt, help me pack. I don't want to hold us up any longer."

"Hey, just wanted to give you two the heads-up. There's a petty thief who took off into the woods near my cabin last night. Anyway, we'll keep in touch with you, Hank. Say, if Paul ends up enjoying his time with Joe, maybe we introduce him to our games. He might enjoy seeing one of our cadets tied up with him."

Matt laughed. "Yeah, those kids definitely need an attitude adjustment. Remember how insufferable you were before we trained it out of you, Hank?"

"Ah, shut up."

We all shared a good laugh. Although, maybe it was a good idea. Surround Joey with handsome tied up guys to play with before breaking the news.

Joe

Oh gosh. Oh dear. Oh, brother.

Had I really just done that? Blackmailed my Internet porn crush into becoming my slave?

Where had that confidence come from? And where was it right now?

I forced myself to think of the most unerotic of things, in order to... ah, hide the evidence of my attraction to Paul, as it were. I figured he was doing the same thing, or maybe not, since he had flushed when I ordered him to handle the luggage by himself and his voice had cracked when he said "yes, Master" in response. And... thinking of that was not helping me at all. When I had calmed myself down enough, I entered the house.

"Hey, we're pretty much ready." I called, seeing Hank and my dad talking with Ryan.

"Cool, Joey." Dad said, coming over to wrap me in a big hug. "I hope you have some fun here. Don't you worry, I'll have you back down here in no time."

"Thanks, Dad. I believe in you."

He winked at me. "I wish I could send you up with some tied up cadet to have fun with."

I blushed. "Da-ad."

"Ah, let your old man have his fun."

Hank got his suitcase and helped Paul load them up. I still had the chance to back out, to tell Paul I was kidding, that I just had a weird sense of humor and of course I'd keep his secret. But I said nothing.

As we pulled out of the driveway, I had one thought.

This trip is going to be interesting...
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Great new chapter! Slow burn but I'm sure it'll ramp up in no time! Hopefully we get some cadets in rope soon enough ;)
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I loved Paul and Joe's relationship in this chapter, with how Paul secretly enjoys his ordeal and Joe pretends to be more confident than he is.

Also, how friendly the cops were is really cute.

It's more than welcome how you keep things slow and allow characters to develop. Keep up the great work!
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great story.

I love that Paul is larger but sub, similarly I like that Hank is a burly older man.

I wanna see what happens at that cabin!! I hope Joe will be having two slaves... ;)
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Glad to finally see a new chapter of this series! The story is going so far with you preparing the terrain for several sub-plots what will not only make the story more interresting how also would develop the characters better.

Joe really don't know about his father and Hank being married, what I think was a cool to begin the story. I believe he will not have a problem to accept their relationship since Matt, Joe and Hank seems to get along so well.

Paul, on other hand, don't know anything about his father that also likes bondage and put him on this trip exacly for this purpose. I really hope to see Ryan participating on some bondage action too! Those reunion of big, burly and manly cops all together really spices my imagination and I cannot wait to see them in action too!!

Waiting anxiously for the next chapter, man!
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The trip up to the cabin went well enough. The boys didn't interact much, but maybe that was because Joey sat up front with me and Paul was in the back. Joey and I talked a while, listened to some music and sang along at the catchier pieces. Each time I glanced back at Paul, he was staring a hole in the back of Joey's head.

I grinned. A little crush may be forming, methinks. Adorable.

Anyway, we got up to the cabin no problem. Stopped for food on the way, so we were all good.

"So, you guys gonna be alright on your own for the day? I'll be back with food and supplies tonight, probably around nine or ten. You guys can hold out?"

"Yeah, we're good." Joey said cheerfully. Paul kind of grunted his assent.

"Great. I'm gonna head out then. Be good!"

Paul's eyes widened as I waved, but he quickly turned away. Joey rushed me in a hug.

"Awww, what's this?" I asked him, smirking.

"Nothing. Just, be careful, okay Hank? Keep my dad safe."

"I will. Love ya, kiddo."

He smiled at me. "Love ya, Hank."

I quickly left the cabin before I could do something stupid, like cry. Better get back to the city.

Paul

Holy shit.

Hank... that was definitely a rope mark on his wrist. I had had to hide enough of those from my dad to instantly recognize it. But... why would my dad's cop buddy have that?

Unless... no.

Could Hank be into bondage? Well, maybe. My dad had told me that Hank lived with Officer Matt and his son, and that Hank never got out much. So... could he and Joe's dad be...?

And what did that mean for Joe? How many guys did he have like me, ready for him to tie up whenever he wanted? I groaned, the thought of being tied up by someone who really knew what he was doing was already getting me hard. The drive had been bad enough. I couldn't stop looking at the back of Joe's head, wondering if he was thinking of how he'd tie me up and use me.

I looked over at him. He was already picking out his room.

"Boy!" he called out.

I felt a shudder run through me. "Yes, Sir?"

Shit. I hadn't meant for that to slip out. I didn't want to seem easy, and I was supposed to give a blatantly disrespectful "yeah?" But it seemed my instincts had gotten ahead of me.

"You were bringing along supplies for tying yourself up, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Lay them out on the bed in this room. We'll be rooming together, so that I can keep an eye on you."

Great. He picked the two-bed room. Fantasies started swirling in my head about him keeping me tied up all night, watching me from his bed. Thoughts about how he would hogtie me and wrap rope around my junk so that I couldn't shoot, and keep a vibrator on me, falling asleep to the sound of my gagged moans. Even ideas of how in the morning, he'd wake up and pet my head and kiss me, knowing I had been in torment all night, moaning behind my gag, and he'd finally touch me. I'd blow and then he'd hold me before untying me just a little, just enough for me to hug and kiss him on my own.

Whoa. I guess I had wanted this even more than I had thought.

Honestly, the force of my desires scared me. I hardly knew this guy, and I was fantasizing about his complete control over me? I shook my head and began to unpack, shoving clothes into the drawer and laying my rigid handcuffs, rope, and the dirty socks on the bed. I left the nipple clamps and vibrator in my pack, not wanting to give in to my fantasies.

Joe smirked at me. "Hmm. Which one is your dad's room?"

"It's the one closest to the door. Why?"

"You don't get to ask questions, pet. Now, be a good boy and unpack my stuff. I expect it to be very neat and tidy when I get back. You might as well lose everything but your underwear for now."

I grunted, but Joe didn't move. Just stared at me, waiting. I was fully determined to again be defiant, but again my instincts betrayed me. I dropped my gaze and gave a subdued "yes, Master."

He was gone for a while, even though I heard him poking around. I didn't want to, but it's like my body was working on its own, folding and neatly piling his clothes even as I moved in just my underwear. It felt strangely exciting, like I really was his slave or something. When I was finished, I did the only thing that seemed right and knelt at the foot of the larger bed. His bed, like I was just another one of his things to decide where to place.

I guess, in a sense, I was. And that thought thrilled me.

He returned and smiled at me. "Good boy. Now, onto your bed."

He wasted no time. I found myself staring into his face as he pushed me back and straddled me, using the rigid cuffs on my hands, threading them through the bars of the headboard so I couldn't move them. I gave a moan as he ran his hands over my body, squeezing my nipples and pecs, and tickling my abs a little before he slipped my underwear off of me. My breath stuck in my throat a little, and I could tell his did too. He looked at me in awe for a moment, long enough that I blushed, and then he tied each of my legs to the footboard, spreading them out so I was helpless.

He suddenly retrieved what looked like the heavy-duty bondage blindfold and leather gag of my most erotic dreams.

"I found it in your dad's drawers." he said, winking at me.

"What the hell?" I asked. My dad... couldn't be into this stuff. Right?

Joe quickly stuffed my mouth with the bulb of the leather gag and buckled it around my head. The way it seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing only turned me on more. "As much as I love hearing your voice, Paulie, I'm gonna have to gag you."

"Mmm-hmmm." I wasn't actually saying anything, just testing the feel of the gag. And then he blindfolded me.

I waited, preparing for him to do... something. Tickle me, jerk me off, massage me, anything. But nothing. Just the sound of material being scraped against.

Shit. My bag. Joe was in my bag!

"MMMMMMM!" I screamed, because he had caught me by surprise with both nipple clamps. Damn, those hurt, but my dick got so hard from the sensation, especially when he flicked them a little and then kissed a line down my chest.

"I've wanted you like this for me for a long time, Jace - Paulie. You're just as hot as I thought you were."

I felt him fondling my junk, and I moaned. At least he didn't find the vibrator.

Wait. Oh, shit. It was like he had a direct line to my fantasies. He was tying rope around my shaft and balls, making sure I wouldn't be able to cum. And then I felt the familiar sensation of the head of the vibrator against my dick. Crap.

He kissed me on the cheek before turning on the vibrator, and I knew he was listening to me plead uselessly. Bastard.

I loved it. And I loved him for doing it to me.

"Just relax. We're gonna be here for a while, pet. I'm just memorizing you for now..."

Oh, god, I love you for this...

Dare

There they were. Officers Hartwell and Swift. Officer Ryan Swift was supposed to be my mentor, but for the two weeks I had been assigned to this town, he was pretty much ignoring me, goofing off with Officer Matt Hartwell. And to think, I had been smitten with him when I first came here.

So right now, in the absence of my superior officer, I was looking over some evidence, preparing my report.

"Ah, Darren! Dare, what's up?" Officer Swift asked.

"Sir, protocol states that we refer to each other as Cadet and Officer."

Swift shot Hartwell a significant look, one that clearly said, "see?"

"Fine, Cadet Price. What's up?"

"The thief we've been looking for, he's struck again last night."

That sobered them up. "Really? Same method?"

"Yes, sir. Broke in silently, then tied up the resident. Mr. Hawley was found gagged with his own underwear, hogtied and naked on his bed with a silk tie wrapped around his -"

"Okay." Officer Hartwell interrupted. "So, same method exactly."

I quickly adjusted my stance. I was getting hard thinking about being in the same predicament as Mr. Hawley, and I didn't want that embarrassment. I mean, who knows how much they'd tease me if they knew that I had fantasized about being tied up and taken control of ever since I was a kid! This thief seemed to think the same way. He'd break in and tie up his victims in the most erotic ways, and judging from the huge erections each of these men sported, they found the experience... well, pleasurable, if not enjoyable.

Lately, my thoughts had turned to my fellow officers. Sometimes I thought about Officer Hartwell, and his boyfriend, Officer Clarke. Rumor among the younger recruits had it that the older officers all played certain... games with each other, and that those two were the most experienced. I often imagined being manhandled by them, having them tie me up and gag me, play with me, maybe even in front of the other officers.

No. Not thinking about that now. I was on duty, for crying out loud. Although, from the look Officer Swift was giving me, it felt like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Ryan! You're here." Officer Hartwell grinned, completely ignoring my protest about regulations. "We were just going over the details of the latest vic with Cadet Price here."

Officer Clarke kissed him on the cheek, and then smirked at me. "Oh, really? Judging on what I saw him looking up last week, he knows all about it."

I paled. Shit. Ryan had been looking over my shoulder during our lunch break, when I had taken the time to... well... look up some of my favorite bondage sites, to add some pictures to my stash. Hey, I was off duty at the time!

"Officer Clarke, all due respect, that's none of your business." I said sternly, earning some smirks from the other officers scattered in the station.

"Oh really?" Officer Hartwell darted close and slipped behind me, pulling my arms up in a full nelson, while Officers Swift and Clarke dove into my pockets, searching for my phone. None too gently, I might add - Officer Swift batted my junk, making me groan loud enough that Officer Clarke clamped his hand over my mouth.

"Shit. It's locked." Officer Swift snapped. "Kid, what's your code?"

I growled into Officer Clarke's palm.

They all grinned at me. Officer Hartwell - no, Matt. This was definitely not officer-like behavior. Matt's grip on me did not waver once, no matter how much I struggled. Ryan chuckled. "Okay, boy. Guess we're gonna have to torture it out of you."

I struggled hard as Hank ripped open my police shirt, and then tore open the white t-shirt I wore underneath it, exposing my chest. he pushed the fabric aside to expose my armpits. At the same time, Ryan knelt down to grab my kicking legs and start removing my shoes and socks. A small crowd had formed, cheering them on, urging them to gag me, quit teasing and tickle me already.

This seemed to be standard hazing here, and even if I pretended to struggle, I enjoyed it immensely. I let them tickle me for a nice long while - torturing my feet and armpits, periodically covering my mouth to silence my screams of laughter - before I gave in, telling them my code. Ryan chuckled as he quickly found and browsed my stash of bondage pictures, allowing Hank to shove my sock into my mouth.

"You know, Dare, since you like this so much... I got a surprise for you. You wanna be owned, right? Well, I got a great guy just begging for a slave as his eighteenth-birthday present..."

Hank

"Matty, you know I have to get back to the kids..." I whispered as Matt kissed up and down my neck. We had returned to our house, so we could say a proper goodbye. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I'd have to eventually.

He sighed, and then silenced my protests with a kiss. "Please, Hank. We won't get to be together for so long... play with me?"

I grinned. "I suppose I have time. Only for you, babe."

He held out his hands in front of him, but I shook my head. "Ah-ah-ah. You gotta show me you're a good boy first. Strip for me. And make it good.

He chuckled and pushed me back on the bed as he performed a little, slowly stripping off his shirt for me before sliding off the pants and underwear. He threw his socks at me playfully before promptly kneeling, giving me a smirk.

I winked right back, before quickly shoving a ball gag from our supplies into his mouth and buckling it shut behind his head. He chuckled and nuzzled my hand as I stroked his hair before I returned with the sleeves. Matt had bought these a while back as an anniversary present for the first time we played these games with each other as a couple. They basically acted as a straitjacket, except the only thing on the torso was a harness, leaving the nipples and chest open for play. I slowly strapped Matt in, and he chuckled into his ball gag.

"You look so good like this, babe." I told him and he nuzzled my chest, lightly bumping me with his forehead. "Good enough, in fact, to eat."

I nibbled along his neck, making him moan. His moans only got louder as I moved down to his nipples. It was an easy way to distract him while I slipped a pair of leather leg cuffs on him. He growled playfully as I stopped and clipped the cuffs to our spreader bar. I then picked him up and placed him on the bed to struggle a little. I saw his cock twitch a little - Matt loved when i showed off my strength. I grinned and grabbed the spreader bar, forcing his feet into the air, and I began to tickle him, forcing laughter from his gagged mouth.

While he was thus occupied, I lunged for another of the toys we used for our most intimate games. A milker. Matt moaned in anticipation as I prepared the toy, setting it up on his cock.

"Since we won't get the chance for a while, I'm going to milk you dry, babe. That way you can focus on getting back to me."

He nodded happily, moaning into the ball gag as I turned on the milker. After quickly stripping, I situated myself behind him, pulling him into my lap so that he ground against my cock with each movement. He moaned excitedly, and tried to tease me with his ass. I put a quick stop to that, turning up the milker so that he had no choice but to wriggle wantonly, attempting to thrust up into it.

I held him tight, grinding against his ass and nibbling at his neck, just enough to drive him absolutely wild. The feel of this handsome, muscular man writhing in my arms, unable to do anything to stop me, was so exciting that I nearly came before he did. But no, he was brought there first, and slumped against me, already tired, when he began to be overstimulated by the milker. I grinned.

By the time he hit his fourth milked orgasm, he was crying and begging through the gag. I finally had mercy on him and released his spent cock from the grip of the milker, and undid the gag. He lunged at me with the last of his strength, pressing his lips to mine in a deep kiss. "I love you, Hank. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Matt." I whispered, stroking his sweaty hair. "Always."

"Will... will you marry me?" he whispered.

I blinked several times in shock, my mouth falling open. He smirked at me, flexing his pecs as he pulled at the binding sleeves. "I know, I'm not on one knee and showing you the ring, but I think it's just because you've, heh, captivated me so much."

"Yes. Yes, hell yes!" I shouted, kissing him even more.

It was a long time before we left that room.


It was hard to leave then, as you can imagine, but now the stakes were that much higher. I was engaged, and now I hadn't even told my potential stepson that I had been dating his dad.

Thankfully, beyond the groceries I would be picking up, I had a surprise hidden under a blanket in the backseat. A late present for Joe's eighteenth birthday just a few days past. One muscular nineteen-year-old present wearing black briefs, a cowboy hat, a leather muzzle gag, and several yards of white rope contrasting nicely with his sun-kissed skin. After heading to Dare's apartment to collect his clothes and things for the trip (and to confirm that he did, in fact, not mind becoming a bondage slave for the week to Joey), I tickled him into letting me on his computer so I could take a glance at what he liked. I found that he had a bit of a uniform thing, so I packed his cowboy outfit, spare police uniform, and a baseball outfit he had. He was also looking forward to the week, he admitted to me. He didn't even struggle as I wrapped him in rope.

And, of course, he wore the piece de resistance - a vibrating cock ring that I held the remote control to. He'd be providing the music for my trip.

Away we go.

Joe

I had released Paul a while back, and I had been very nervous he would hate me, but it turns out he was super into what I did. All he wanted was to snuggle and hold me while we watched a movie, so we did that.

But what I did not know was that there was someone out in the woods.

Waiting.

Watching.

Preparing to strike.
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Oh boy, there's so much I love about this chapter. Just to list a few:

- Hank's relationship with Joey is super adorable.
- Matt and Hank are both romantic and hot when together. I loved how Matt is tied and milked, and the proposal made me smile.
- Dare being turned into a bondage slave was really cool, especially the part where he's packed like a present.
- How happy Paul is being the sub to Joey.

And that cliffhanger... it seems like things are going to be even more interesting.

Great work, man.
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Only just come across this story but it's amazing and I really hope you keep going with it!
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I really hope you continue this story, it is still one of my favorites!
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I am so enjoying this story cops and bondage what more could i ask for. hope to read more. keep up the great work.
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