In vino veritas - an Inspector comes

This story is dedicated to my Sir SpeedoBen

My name is James (or Jim to pals). I am an older man in his 50s. To everyone that knows me, I am as straight as they come and lead a most vanilla life. I have a long term girlfriend (though we live separately). However, as time goes by, I do wonder about more taboo situations that would surprise everyone. This is my story and as with many things it starts with alcohol.

I was out with my pals and, as often happened, much alcohol was consumed. At the end of the night, I got home and powered up the laptop feeling horny as usual but don't really remember much more. The next day, I woke up with a bit of a hangover but been worse. I noticed that the laptop was still on. Wondering what caught my eye the night before, I looked at the open tabs. Immediately the hangover was the least of my issues. Each tab was the front page to organisations offering cnc experiences to gay men. Fortunately (?) I quickly realised that each tab was the front page of the site and so it looked like that was as far as I got. Thanking my lucky stars, I powered the laptop off and went on as normal.

A few days later, I received a letter. Something rare these days. It was in a plain white envelope and I couldn't make out where it had been posted. Intrigued I opened it. Inside was a plain sheet of paper - no heading or return address. It read "Congratulations. Your requests have been successful. We are in motion to bring your stated fantasies to life. Payment has been taken from your bank account."

That was all it said. My immediate reaction was "Fuck what have I done" after I made the connection to my drunken escapades. There did not appear to be any way of stopping what I had set in motion.

For the next few weeks, I was terrified. Every time I went out, I was waiting to be kidnapped and whatever I had put in the request done to me or me to do (I couldn't remember". It was a mixture of fear and anticipation in the pit of my stomach. I was even jumpy about people coming to my door but the only ones that did were a couple of Jehovahs Witnesses, a policeman asking about bike thefts in the area, the postman and various delivery drivers from Amazon.

After a while, I decided that I had been the victim of a scam. I was both relieved and slightly disappointed.

One night, a few weeks later, I was feeling a bit horny, so I put on a video. It was a 3some mmw. As the men were getting it on with each other, I pulled out little jimmy and started to stroke. Just when I was getting into things, there was knock on the door. Cursing, I thrust my erection into my trousers and went to the door, pulling down my tshirt to cover my tent. Opening the door, there was the policeman from earlier. He asked whether I could give a formal statement. I could feel his eyes looking me over and there was no way that he couldn't see my erection.

However, he made no comment. I invited him in and then remembered the paused video. I had to get to it first to turn it off. So I turned as he closed the door. The next thing I knew I was biting the carpet. He had tackled me shouting that I was to get down. Expertly, he pulled my arms back and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs being put on me. I was confused and shouted that I had done nothing wrong. He leant forward and whispered in my ear "I'm here to make your fantasies real" to both my fear and a bit of delighted excitement.

The "policeman" picked me up and marched me into the room. Immediately he saw the video and remarked how sissy men liked to watch real men fuck. Without warning, he pushed me down onto the floor back down. I realised, with a bit of horror, that he had been carrying a fairly full large holdall. Reaching into his bag, he brought out a pair of scissors. He then sat over my groin and cut up the front of my tshirt and then the sleeves. With a flourish he removed its front exposing my chest. I felt exposed and then he pinched and twisted my nipples. I left out a yelp of pain, he smirked as he must have felt my cock jerk in excitement. Then he turned around this time on my stomach, he cut away my jeans in a similar fashion and then my boxers. By now I was rockhard, trying desperately to remember what I had asked for.

Once I was naked, he turned back. To my shock, his erect cock was sticking out of his trousers. He said that it was time that I sucked him but there better not be teeth. To emhasise his point, he punched me in my balls hard and said there would be more if I didn't comply. Forcing my mouth open he thrust his manly cock into my mouth and told me to suck. I had never done this before and was terrified of teeth. I licked and sucked his cock head and shaft. He grunted and pushed his cock right in. I gagged and my balls were punched again. He started to thrust over and over again. Tears were streaming down my face at such rough handling of my mouth and throat. He didn't seem to care, getting faster and harder until he grunted again and my mouth was filled with his warm cum. Load after load, with no alternative, I had to swallow over and over again. Finally, he pulled his cock out and said that I was now a cock sucking sissy.

I was relieved that it was all over but it was also enjoyable. When I looked at his cock, I was surprised, it was still hard. His eyes followed mine and laughed. He said it was amazing what strong ED drugs could do. He added that was fortunate as he still had a lot to do to me as per my request.

To my horror, he then leaned over to his bag.

"Life can hold many surprises, some good and some bad, but the experience makes me stronger" I mused as I lay naked on the floor, with my hands handcuffed behind me and the taste of a stranger's jizz in my mouth. Well not really it was more along the lines of "Fuck sake what have I done!" after apparently signing up to a gay CNC site when drunk. As a result, I was now at the mercy of a uniformed policeman on ED drugs! He said something.

I asked him to repeat what he had said. He spoke in a normal voice not the commanding one he had used previously as he rummaged in his hold all, while sitting on my stomach. The cop said that, given my profile, I seemed to be very open to new sexual experiences and some of them quite left field (I stayed silent about being drunk and not actually able to remember what I said but was a bit alarmed by what he meant by "new" and "left field"). He continued to say that, as I was a newbie, he would always start on the tamer side and then work up the sado level (now I was worried). However, I used the safe word previously agree, he wouldn't get any stronger ("safe word"? My mind was reeling. What safe word? Fuckity fuck, think hard, but nothing came to mind).

I was on the point of asking for a reminder when he found what he was looking for. Before I could say anything, he very firmly attached a clamp to my exposed right nipple. However, this was not just a clamp, it also had a part so that when the compressed tit poked above the clamp, it was up against a sharp pointed cone that pressed downwards. I yelp. He the attached a similar clamp to my left nipple and connected the clamps with a chain. My nipples were on fire. As he played with them shock waves tore through my chest. He pulled the chain, twisted the clamps and pushed down without any apparent concern. The cop stood up and using the chain pulled me to my feet.

My tormentor smiled slightly and ordered me to spread my legs. I did as was told and felt his hand grab my balls and, for him, gave them a playful squeeze. I bucked at the pain and he looked quizzically at me. Shit, I thought, he's looking for the safe word. Unable to give it, I smiled weakly at him. He shrugged and then fixed what appeared to be a metal ring around the top of my balls. It was tight but not closing of circulation. He seemed to be doing something with it and then I realized, it wasn't a ring. It was 2 rings and there was a growing gap between them. He was stretching my balls! The stretch got longer and longer - soon my balls were red plums sticking out of the bottom ring.

To be continued