A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 6

Chris Parry's Point of View

"Unlike the conversation we had prior to my taking you, this time you may ask questions or make comments once you pass the first level. You will not be punished for anything you say or don't say. This conversation is between two consenting adults. I am filming it so that you can look at it later. If you don't want to partake in this conversation or if you have reconsidered your begging me to fuck you, let me know and I will withdraw my cock and we are done. I will leave and never speak to you again. If you want me to take it out tell me; if you want to continue I want you to demonstrate by some action your desire, but do so without saying anything. You have a lot to think about and conclusions to reach so take as much time as you want. I am going to stay right here with my cock in you, I won't move it."

I lay there looking up at him. I was lying there on the sofa flat on my back, with my legs bent at the knee and him in between them. As I tried to think of all that he had said and for the first time to really think about what I wanted right then and in the long run.

First, I thought back to our first meeting and the time between that occasion and this afternoon when I first saw him again by the pool. In the privacy of my mind I admitted that while I can't say I had ever had a homosexual thought, it was obvious that I was not opposed to what had happened. Frankly, I smiled a little as I realized that I had conceded the fact that I liked, no wanted, no needed him in me. To tell you the truth he was hot. I realized that I had never really done more than kiss a female and for whatever reason or reasons had no desire to do so; I also was slowly coming to accept the fact that I liked Charles' taking control — I felt safe, protected, loved and needed. I was not sure that I fully understood what he meant by my wanting to experience pain, humiliation and embarrassment, but figured I would come to appreciate what he meant.

Ok, so I liked being fucked; but, was I ready to go to the next level, because I was sure that there was going to be a next level. What was I risking, I could stop at any time, and the cost to me would be I would never see or speak to Charles again. I came to the conclusion that I felt alive and full of energy and at the same time safe and secure when I was with him. Ok, how to demonstrate that fact? I could kiss him, but that seemed to convey that I was his equal and I did not feel that way and he certainly had expressed that he was in charge. I did note that I was going to have to come back to the equality thought again; and then the idea came to me.

I reached up and with my hands pulled his arm pit down onto my nose and face rubbing it over me and then repeated the process with his other arm pit, marking me with his scent as a male dog would mark his bitch. As I was doing so I became acutely aware of his smell; it was full of musk and what I call fresh sweat. In other words he smelt like a man who was active but not a sour smell. And then using my hands I opened his mouth while centering it over my face and waited until his spit fell onto me as the result of gravity. When done I simply blinked my eyes and relaxed. I could see the pleasure and sensual expression on his face.

He continued, "In a relationship such as the one we will have, if you decide that is what you want, there is a dominant partner and a subservient partner. I will be the dominate and you will be the subservient. Let me very quickly and succinctly explain what I mean. I make all decisions from what kind of tooth paste you use, to when you piss or shit; when you cum, what you wear, what you eat and what you do. When we go out to a restaurant I will order for you. You will sign a bill of sale to me for your car and all of your belongings. I have done some research and I know that you inherited some money from your folks; somewhere about One Hundred Thousand Dollars that you have in a money market account. That will become mine alone. Your bank account will be closed and the funds given to me. You will be given an allowance by me dependent upon how I feel at the given time. Your pay check will be deposited into my account and you have no signing rights on it. In other words all that you have or that you can claim at this time will become mine and you will have no claim to it; and further anything you get in the future becomes mine. That deals with your worldly belongings except as to the contents of this apartment, and I will inspect these things and keep the ones that I want and give the rest away. If you owe money on the TV set or the computer and I don't want them, then you will forfeit those things and they will be repossessed. That action may negatively impact your credit, but then so what. You won't need any credit as you will never own anything again. Simply put everything you have, everything you may hereafter have and your body belongs to me, so messing up your credit is a non-starter. Do you have any questions or comment? Oh by the way unless I tell you otherwise you may only refer to me as Sir or Master.

"No, Master."

"You need to understand and accept that it is my belief that you need and want control in your life, and that control be centered on pain and humiliation re-enforced with love and sex. In order for this concept to work, I must love you and want you. I openly declare that I love you and want you. I pledge to care for you; I will never hurt you; I will cause you pain, and in fact great pain, but I will never hurt you. If I should die before you there will be a trust fund set up to care for and support you for the rest of your life. You need to realize and accept the difference between pain and hurt; the difference between my punishing you for whatever reason or in fact for no reason while at the same time loving you. You need to also know that I may show my love for you by causing you pain." Remember now that you may stop this process at any time and if you do, then I will simply pull my cock out of you and leave." Do you understand the concept of love and pain?"

"Yes, Master."

"Now as to the humiliation. Because I love you, I am able to see that you have become the stereotypical, arrogant southern white highway patrolman. I am going to break you of that. This fact alone, given that I am black and a convicted felon, should be sufficient by itself, but I am not going to leave the breaking of you to chance. You will be outed. In order to maximize your humiliation I will decide exactly when and how." Any questions or comments?

"What do you mean by outed?"

"You will move into my unit and give up the lease on this one. I have already found out that one bedroom units are in demand and they will let you out of the lease. If anyone asks you why, you may say for the first six months that we are simply saving money. Gradually the truth will become obvious to everyone. The reason that I am saying six months is that for the first six months I am willing to let you out of the agreement. At the end of the six month period either of us may end the arrangement or make it permanent. In order for it to become permanent both of us must agree by signing a document. You must disclose to your supervisor that you are living with me, a black convicted felon, and that your paycheck is to be deposited into my account; you will change the beneficiary of your life insurance and name me as the person to be notified in case of emergency. You will execute a general power of attorney and a health care power of attorney giving me complete control of you and everything about you. When completing forms you will designate me as your life partner. You will affirmatively state if asked that we live in a homosexual relationship and that I am in control. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Sir."

"You will be allowed to cum all you want, and in fact more than you want, between now and Monday morning. After that you will be fitted with a cock cage that prevents you from obtaining an erection and thus achieving an orgasm. I will have the key and I will remove it as necessary in my opinion. I will tell you now that you will not come again until the transition period is over. Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir."

"When I tell you to do something you will do it without hesitation or question. Failure on your part will result in punishment. That punishment will not result in broken bones, scaring or disfigurement. If I decide upon a piercing, branding or modification prior to the six month transition period you will be given the chance to call off all bets. However after the first six months, I have absolute control over your body. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Sir. What do you mean by absolute control?"

"If after six months I decide to have you castrated, then you will be castrated in the manner that I prescribe." At this point he sat back on his haunches and using his hands he lifted my testicles out of the way so that I could see clearly where his cock was buried in me, looked up at me and smiled, and then held my balls in his hand and then continued, "sit up and look down to where I am holding your balls. Feel me squeeze them? Feel me rolling them around?" He then flicked them with his finger causing me to become nauseated from the manipulation. "Feel me thump them? That is nothing. What you have to accept is the fact that I have the power and authority over you to squeeze your balls until they pop and rupture and have to be removed surgically. That surgery may be performed by a doctor, a vet or even by me. It is my decision to remove your testicles; it is my decision to determine how they are removed and when and by whom. Do you understand absolute control and do you agree with giving it to me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Today is Wednesday. You are off tonight and tomorrow. You will call in sick on Friday and Saturday. You are off on Sunday. We will complete the move and learn the details about each other.

"Yes, Master."

"When I asked you for a demonstrative response earlier you pulled my arm pits down and rubbed them over your face; you took in deep breaths through your nose while my pits were over your face; you licked them with your tongue and rubbed them in your hair. Why?"

I was so surprised by this change in direction, the tone of voice and the genuine want for the truth that I replied without hesitation, "Your smell is so heavy with musk; so overwhelming I have no independent control. We both are sweating heavily and your body odor makes me need you."

From Charles Green's point of view.

I could not let the expression on my face change to the one of elation that I felt that he had accepted my ultimatum or his statement as to why he had chosen the particular demonstrative acts. Finally I owned and controlled what I always wanted - a white law enforcement officer. I realized that while that was true on one level that level only added to my real feelings. I fully intended to keep him and to keep him on a short leash while he fights and rebels against it, punishing him and making him sink so low and then smothering him in attention and love that nourishes him and that he exists on. I bet that before he is completely broken the humiliation and discipline will be brutal, but he will comply if I can convince him that it pleases me. I think that his need for pain is so great that he will defy me just so that I will punish him. Before I am done I will have made him suffer humiliation and pain, to be so degraded and embarrassed so as to be totally dependent upon me. It will take time, require patience and a strong will to overcome my love and affection, but he will be thankful for it and we both will be better persons. The training will occur slowly and we both must learn the difference in his disobeying me - that is as punishment and pain that I inflict for his and my pleasure. He will be subservient to me not only because he wants to but because of the fear and terror of the punishment I bestow on him for any lack of respect or failure to carry out my instructions."

Without any conscious thought, I realized that I wanted to hold and cuddle him; wanted him to feel safe and secure in my arms. I think that I really do love him.

Either way it does not matter because I own him now (I mean how much more can I own someone than to be lying on top of him on his sofa in his apartment with my cock in him) and if I am patient and play my cards right he will always crawl back to me and beg me to punish him. Now that I think about it I wonder if simply ignoring him would not be the greatest punishment of all.

Oh well, with that settled there is little left to do but to start the implementation of my plan. I lean down and gently kiss him and slowly start the process of fucking him by pulling my cock out of him. My cock is about 7 or so plus inches long. The shaft of it is the same size from the base in my pubes to the cap on the end. I know that people think that porn cocks are the size of a beer can, but that is pure bull shit. My cock is a little bigger than a golf ball; I know, now go grease up a golf ball and stick it up your ass and see how it feels. My cock is awesome because at the top of the shaft sits a head unlike any cock I have ever seen. There is a helmet that is dome shaped and that at the base is easily an inch wider than the shaft making the cap two inches wider than the shaft. What this cap does is as I pull my cock out of the hole that is being fucked the ring simply stops all movement; in other words it takes some real pulling and pressure to withdraw the cock from the hole. The guys that I have fucked tell me that there is a real "dragging" sensation that the bottom can feel as I pull out, and then when I get to the ring all progress stops. This is a real benefit because my cock cannot accidently or unintentionally be pulled from the hole that is being fucked.

From Chris Parry's point of view.

He had stared down and then never breaking contact as he slowly pulled the shaft of his cock from my torn and sore anal passage until the ring at the entrance to my hole stopped the progress. He then slowly pushed it back into me. I don't know if it was due to the time he has been in me and we were simply lying there or for whatever reason I felt that there was the need for some lubrication, but it was not up to me to say anything.

Master held himself with just the cap of his cock in me and took my cock in his fingers. It was as hard as it had ever been. He then said to me, you may never have an ejaculation without my express permission or unless I tell you that you are free to act. Now I want you to cum. He started jacking my cock with one hand and playing with my balls with the other. It only took a matter of minutes before I cam; Charles had aimed my cock head so that the first shots were directed down towards where the shaft of his cock had been withdrawn from my hole. After several shots he then aimed my cock towards my chest and used his hand to move my sperm over his shaft to be used as lubricant. He pushed a little into me and the movement was much easier and free of friction. Again he pulled out of me until his cock caught on my ring and then used one of his hands to scoop up my ejaculation and put it in his mouth; it was obvious that he liked the taste. He saw me staring up at him and said that normally he would have sucked it out of me or licked it up, but he knew that if he totally withdrew his cock and then had to put it back in me that the pain would be overbearing. He finished cleaning my stomach and then went back to fucking me.

Lying there having just experienced my first orgasm at his hands I fully expected that I might have regrets now that my horns had been trimmed, but that was not the case. I wrapped my legs around his back and started meeting his thrusts. I found myself rubbing my hands over his back and along the flanks of his thighs; I was raising my hips to meet him and tightened my anal muscles as he was pulling out and pushed out as he was pushing in, helping him to fuck me. I found myself beginning the orgasmic process again. It did not take long before he flooded me with his sperm and I cam on my belly. He did not pull out but rather left his cock buried in me as we drifted to sleep.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/10/12