"Sorry boy, it's the law. Ten miles over the speed limit means ten months in chastity."
"Come on, I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do it again. I was just up late studying and I slept in. I'm gonna be late for practice and I just know coach is gonna kill me if I show up late again and there was no one around, so I figured..."
"You figured you'd just ignore the law to suit your own purposes?" Officer Avery cut him off. "That just proves exactly how much you need this punishment. The law is there to keep people safe, and it's my job to teach troublemakers like you to respect it. Now get out of the car, please." According to the registration, this car belonged to a 20-year-old boy named Mack. He was muscular and wearing a shirt from the local university. He was most likely a member of the wrestling team. Officer Avery ignored his continued pleading and ordered him again to step out of the car so he could begin fitting him for his police-issue chastity device. After he pulled his shirt and shorts off, Officer Avery realized why he was so reluctant to comply.
"Does someone have a spandex fetish?" Officer Avery said with a smirk. Underneath his clothes Mack was wearing a wrestling singlet; though judging by the slight wet spot near his bulge, he planned on changing into a different one for practice. Mack said nothing, but his face turned a bright shade of red.
"It's alright, no need to be ashamed. Spandex gear is hot, especially wrestling singlets. Lots of people have that fetish." He spoke casually trying to put him at ease as he took his measurements. Though the boy looked mortified, Officer Avery could see that this humiliation was starting to stiffen his dick.
I guess this boy might have a cop fetish too.
He had to move quickly or fitting the cage would become much more difficult, and Officer Avery felt that allowing the perpetrator even one final orgasm after the beginning of his sentence violated the spirit of the punishment. Finishing his measurements, he fetched the appropriately sized cage from his squad car.
"Have a heart man, I've got a boyfriend. He loves it when I fuck him; there's no way he's gonna stick around if I can't top him for ten whole months."
"Just go get a strap-on. Lots of men in your situation do it. Hell, he may even end up liking it more than the real thing. I know some people at the local sex shop that would be happy to fit you."
"But I can't wrestle in this. This big hunk of metal must be against regulations or something."
Officer Avery smiled and shook his head. Mack did not know when to quit, and honestly, he kind of liked it. This boy would make a good slave. Maybe after a few months...
Nope! Keep it professional! You're on duty, officer!
He mentally scolded himself. He had a job to do and now was not the time to let himself get distracted. He turned his attention back to the distraught boy as he fitted the device onto his genitals. "Collegiate regulations are now required to make exceptions for state-mandated punitive chastity devices. Furthermore, plenty of sporting goods stores carry specially designed athletic supporters for these cages."
"But..." Officer Avery looked up at him, his stern brown eyes daring him to beg for mercy again. The boy directed his gaze down to the pavement, "I can't let the other guys see me like this. It'll be so humiliating."
He raised his eyes to meet Officer Avery's gaze and found an amused look in his face. "It'll build character," he said and clicked the lock shut dooming the wrestler to ten months of unyielding sexual frustration. Officer Avery gave him a playful smack on his ass before allowing him to pull his singlet back up. He didn't think that would be much of a problem for this boy. As he clicked the lock, he could already start to see the boy's dick pushing against the cage as he talked about his locker room humiliation. The wrestler stared down with widened eyes that conveyed a subtle but delicious mix of fear and fascination as he realized how clear the outline of his cage was under the tight spandex of the singlet.
The officer's tone changed from playful to stern. "Remember," he said raising his finger, "get fitted for a strap-on at the local sex shop; they do it all the time, so you won't have any problems. Buy a chastity cage athletic supporter before your next meet; not all universities require them, but it's best to be prepared. And for God's sake, drive safe. I'd hate to have to extend your sentence."
The boy felt strangely grateful. Sure, this officer had just ensured that his next ten months of college would be filled with frustration and humiliation, but the more he thought about it, the less terrible that seemed. That bullshit about respecting the law seemed much more palatable coming from this hunky policeman. It actually seemed pretty reasonable. In the end, this officer was just a good person looking out for the well-being of others, and that seemed quite noble to him. Rising up within him, perhaps awoken by the lock on his dick, came a peculiar need to please him.
"Um thanks officer for...teaching me a lesson. You're right, I should be more careful in the future." He could barely believe what he had just said! The officer just laughed and patted him on the back.
"Anytime, boy. It's Mack, right?"
"Yes, sir."
Sir? He must really be into this. Perfect.
Officer Avery reached into his back pocket and handed him a card. "I'll tell you what Mack, here's my Master's business card. He's a professional Dom with a dungeon in this area. If it's ok with your boyfriend, I'm sure my Master would be happy to give you a nice prostate massage and teach you about living with long-term chastity.
"I don't think I could afford any sessions like that."
"We'll work something out," the officer said with a wink. "Be on your way now, citizen," he said, switching back into his civil servant voice, "I've registered the QR code on your cage so you can just come by the station after the ten months are up and we'll get that thing off you. You seem like a good kid, which again is why it's important for me to remind you to respect the law. You be a good boy now." He flashed Mack one final playful smirk before getting back into his patrol vehicle.
He clearly saw Mack's cage strain in his singlet as the police officer ordered him to be a good boy. That was a nice touch. He thought to himself.
Watching the boy drive away, he closed his eyes and smiled dreamily feeling the stainless steel of his own chastity cage. He hoped Mack would take him up on his offer. As his Master's alpha slave, he enjoyed getting to play with the boys that his Master dealt with. Hopefully He would see a locked college wrestler as a fine addition to His collection of regular playmates. Officer Avery could feel his dick throb against its prison. Hopefully his Master would let him have a turn with Mack, it had been so long since he had gotten to use his dick.
But even if He didn't, the righteous policeman would comply with his Master's word. After all, everyone has a duty to respect and obey the law.
