The hum of the transformers and switchgear was deafening. The cold concrete made my knees ache as he went through my now removed pants. Sweat trickled down into my briefs, the only clothing he let me keep on. The zip ties around my wrists bit into my skin but I didn’t dare speak up until he was done.
I knew one day I would face something like this. It started small, taking extra time on breaks and finding some small rooms to hide in. I’d still sell the jobs I’d been assigned but those mid day calls I was missing. There was the idea of working my wage but I was pushing it way too far. I knew it, but who cared. My boss pretended to, but he had bigger fish to fry than a sparky that didn't care in the afternoon.
Then came the “efficient swap out” project that introduced me to this hidey hole. Ground floor, only accessible by a fire lane that didn't connect to the main parking lot. A thing of beauty. If I pushed hard I could have had this done in a day, but I brought in a nice chair and had been catching up on the sleep my teasing girlfriend wouldn't let me get. My boss would give me jobs in the morning and those work orders wouldn't even see the truck. I would spend a full day just sleeping, the old fluorescents barely giving any light. And thats how Officer Walker found me.
He was a decent dude, did all my background stuff. We weren't a big complex so the building staff was pretty limited. He pulled double duty doing site safety and security. He was a bit of a hard ass, made sure we were always arc flash complaint down to our underwear and would get mad when he would catch us slacking off. I tried to avoid his gaze as much as possible. His eyes always had this weird disappointment when he looked at me. Hadn't seen him for a few weeks, boss said somethin about it but I was only half paying attention.
I wish I had payed attention now. I woke up with Officer Walker’s taser pointed at me as he kicked my chair.
“What the…”
In my half awake state he had me face down on the floor. I could feel him holster his taser while holding me down with one hand.
“Unconscious male in an electrical room off the beaten path. What a gift to come back to,” he growled in my ear, “you have anything thats going to poke me?”
I shook my head no and he took that as the answer. He stood me up and did a quick pat down. He pulled my keys, wallet and phone out of my pockets and placed them next to my turned off radio. He undid my belt and removed it as well.
“Ok son, strip down to your underwear. Shirt, pants, boots and socks all in a pile in front of you” he said while finally letting go of my arm.
The door to my hidey hole was wide open, with only his security SUV blocking the view. He wasn't serious about me dropping trou and getting naked right here?
“I ain't got all day son.”
I pulled my shirt off over my head and put it on the ground in front of me as he watched. My hands shook as I undid my pants. The weight of the consequences hitting me for the first time. I was about to lose everything. My boots came off followed by my socks, dry as could be from my hiding from work. My pants came off last. As they were added to the pile Officer Walker tied my hands behind my back and pushed me back down, putting me on my knees.
As Walker went through my clothes the open door grabbed my attention. Anything to distract from the collapse I was feeling in this moment. An idea started to form in my head; I could make a run for it, pretend I was kidnapped or something. I was getting fired anyway…
“Well, at least you are following some rules” he said, checking my work boots.
It stirred something in me. Faint praise, something I didn't know I was missing. He folded my clothes and put them into the big ziplock bags.
“Son, I'm not 100% sure what you thought you were going to accomplish down here. No tools, no parts. I thought for sure you were shooting up but you came up empty.”
The electrical hum got louder, probably an air handler kicking on somewhere else in the building. I could hear my heartbeat pulse, waiting for any sign of what was about to happen to me. He finally turned around, leaving my clothes and boots as if ready to turn into an evidence locker.
“Have you thought about that son? What you want to accomplish while you are here. Word is you have become quite the griefer while I've been gone. You may not know what you want to do, but I have some ideas of what I can accomplish with you” he said calmly.
His thumbs drummed on his belt as he stared at me. I tried to look anywhere else but his eyes bored into me like lasers. There was no where to hide. No joke I could tell to break the tension. No escape. Finally I locked onto his eyes. I could almost see my reflection in his pupils, showing my pleading face. A slight grin came across his face.
“That’s what I thought”
I swallowed as he took his nightstick off his belt. His wedding ring glinted in the dim pink light of the dying fluorescents. His left hand settled with his thumb hooked into his belt while his right hand pushed the nightstick towards my face.
“Open”
It wasn't a question and it wasn't mean, just a solid command and expectation of how this was going to go. I swallowed and opened my mouth.
“Good boy” he said as his nightstick touched my tongue.
The steam pipes rattled as a water trap purged, followed shortly as a sump pump kicked on. My brain screamed for any distraction. I felt tears roll down my face as I focused on that one command he gave me. I looked up at Walker’s face and saw not malice, but determination.
“You know my wife has been so tired since we had our baby.” He said gently as he moved the nightstick in and out of my throat, “Three months is a long time.”
His left hand moved. No longer hooked on his belt it was now moving to undo it. His stance widened to keep his pants up as he undid them with his left while keeping up the throat assault with his right.
“I am so glad I found you today,” he said as he hauled out his solid meat, “I knew you could help me solve a problem”
He pulled the nightstick out of my throat with the same intensity he probably starts his lawnmower with. I felt his hand grab the back of my head as my own spit and throat slime dripped onto my back.
“Now son, I’m gonna need to avoid your teeth otherwise mr nightstick is gonna knock them out ok.”
His voice was steady, like he was giving a safety briefing. His cock throbbed as he guided my head to it. I saw one last glint of his wedding ring before he forcefully shoved this new intruder down my throat.
His metal zipper dug into my cheek as I struggled for air. My chest was on fire as he moved his hand less than an inch. His belt buckle had to be leaving a mark on my forehead.
“Fuck your throat feels amazing as you struggle” he groaned.
His grip changed and suddenly I could breathe. I looked up with tear filled eyes as he looked back down on me.
“Such a slut. Keep looking at me” he said as his fingers snaked through my hair.
He started to properly fuck my face, occasionally holding my head all the way down until I choked around his cock. I finally got his rhythm and was able to start licking around the base of his cock when he would drive in.
“You fucker” he growled, his cock getting harder.
I could feel his nuts start to tighten on my chin as he slammed his desperate dad dick into me. He became crazed and focused, almost single mindedly into the up down motion on his cock with my throat.
But he got sloppy. His motions started to shake as his balls became vacuum tight to his leaking shaft. I was able to get just a little tongue action onto those balls. His cock got fatter in my throat as it felt like an electric shock locked his body in place. I felt his pulsing and immediately willed my body to swallow.
“Fuck” he croaked after a few seconds.
It didn't stop. He kept pumping my stomach full of that potent seed that had caused this whole issue in the first place. His grip relaxed and I was able to slide some of his cock out, finally tasting that heady dad nut that already filled my stomach.
He caught his breath as the river became a trickle. I started to work my head up and down his still steel hard cock to milk all of it out as I could. His head finally became too senstive and he pushed me away, knocking me on my back without a way up with my arms ziptied.
He caught his breath for a few minutes before chuckling to himself. He will still hard, my spit and his jizz mixing into a froth that glimmered in the pink light. He re-did his belt, leaving his pants open. His still hard cock now framed between his taser and nightstick. He slowly closed the distance to where I landed, boots crunching on the dusty floor.
He stared at me with intense bemusement as I struggled on the cold dusty concrete. He finally moved, using his boot toe to poke at my own diamond cutter in my well worn briefs. He pulled his knife off his belt and flicked it open, his bemusement faded into intense corruption as he played with my cock.
“Seemed ya liked that son” he said, his eyes matching the same evil glint as his pocket knifes blade.
He dropped to squat, my eyes following him the whole way down. He stared at me as I saw the gears in his head turn and a new idea sprung forth under that salt and pepper hair.
“Yer turn”
He moved fast, rolling me onto my stomach and pushing his cold steel blade between me and my briefs. The worn cotton was no challenge for his sharp steel and they came away with a stinging snap as the elastic was severed. Before i could react I felt the nagging ache of the zip ties release as my hands were freed.
“Come on son, on your feet” he said, folding the knife closed before putting it back on his belt.
Shakily I stood, bare feet on cold concrete as the remains of my briefs stayed on the ground. He kicked the briefs away and stared at me, our hard cocks almost touching. He stared into my eyes, feeling up my body that I had let get soft by ignoring the gym.
“Actually, I prefer you on your knees” he said with a grin.
I dropped back down, now with the added stability of being able to move my hands, but without even the barest protection of clothing. I sat on my knees for a few seconds before he said it again.
“Your turn son”
I didn't know what he meant. He obviously wasn't going to let me throat fuck him with a night stick so I was at a loss.
“Let’s see if this helps”
He took a step back and bent over, before hawking a big puddle of spit onto the shiny blunt toe of his boot before stepping back up and running the toe along my cock. Precum pumped from my cock mixing with his spit.
“That should work as some lube for you son” he said, continuing to grind his boot along my cock and balls.
I gingerly reached down to my cock, feeling his spit and my precum mix for the first time. It was almost like the hum of the transformers melted away. The pink light of the lights I was supposed to be fixing became transcendent backing.
“That’s a good boy. Good boys get rewards, so get yours son”
He coached me as I stroked, his thick hands that once held me against my will now held me steady. The toe of his boot providing a new and welcome stimulation.
“Yeah son. That’s a good boy” he groaned.
This time I sought it out. I pushed my head to his still hard dad meat to…
I didn't have thoughts anymore. I knew it made him call me good boy so i did it. I latched my mouth around his cock like a baby to a bottle, nursing his precum as if it was the source of life.
“Awww fuck that’s my good boy.”
I could feel my nuts tighten as those words hit my psyche. His taser rubbed on my forehead as I swallowed more of his cock.
More cock = good boy.
The only thought I had.
“Come on son, paint my boot with that good boy seed”
Any thoughts I had of ignoring this and going back to normal shot onto his boots. My girlfriend, our plans, any lies I told myself about what I really wanted became a puddle on the officers boot.
“Thats a good fukin’ boy” he growled above me.
My cock let out the last few drops into the massive puddle. I shivered as thoughts slowly entered my brain again. The officer leaned against a wall as I slowly became a person again.
“You aren't gonna make me go out there like this are ya son? Be a good boy and help me out” he said, lifting his now cum covered boot to my face.
I looked around, my clothes and even my torn underwear were out of reach. I didn't quite know what he wanted but I’d heard of spit shining a boot before I licked into the puddle of my jizz.
“My fucking good boy” he growled as I continued to lick his boot clean. He stroked his cock watching me clean his boot, slowly licking it back to a mirror shine.
“Don't forget your hand, son” he said, finally putting his boot on the ground.
Like a man famished, I licked all cum from my jizz covered stroking hand.
Watching me do this must have been the last straw for him. He stepped up and without saying a word shot his load at my face. His aim wasn't great if his intention was getting it in my mouth, but he painted my nose, mouth, and beard before finally putting his cock on my tongue to work out the last few drops.
“Fuckin hell son” he said, my desperation for his cum drove his head into oversensitivity.
We both sat catching our breath as our cocks finally softened. He undid his belt again, this time to put his junk back in his pants and close them properly. He then did a quick inventory of all his belt items. Seeing everything in place he reached a hand down to me.
“Other hand” he instructed when i tried to use spit and cum soaked hand. He chuckled as I returned to fully standing. Pins and needles worked into my legs as blood flow returned. He motioned for me to stand next to the table where he left my clothes.
“Now while I prefer my good boys to be dressed like you are now, we both gotta get back to work” he said to me as he slid my clothes and work boots back over “Arc flash guidelines require underwear though, so you might wanna fix that tomorrow”
He then walked out of the room and started his car. I stood there with my clothes in a ziplock as he lowered the passenger side window.
“Same time next week. We are gonna have another safety concern where you and I are going to have to work on accomplishments. Mainly I wanna see what the other hole you got can do. See ya around good boy.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I was gonna be damned if i wasn’t going to show him i was more than just a good boy. I was the best boy.
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