A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 12

From Chris Parry's point of view.

I could not figure out what I had done wrong. It was obvious that Charles was angry, abrupt and unlike himself. I know that it had started in a very slight way at the bank and had gotten steadily worse until we got to the underwear store when he was almost out of control.

When he came back to the truck from the adult store with a bag in his hand I started to get out to open his door when he pointed at me and said "Stay." It was like I was a dog. I kind of made a stupid little joke to myself to try and stay calm and thought that I was like a dog - a bitch. When we got back to his apartment it was lunch time and he all but ran into the house with the groceries leaving me far fewer packages/bags but I gathered them up and all but ran into the front hall where following his instructions I toed off my shoes, pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped my shorts.

Charles told me to lube myself up and to lie down on the floor. I did, lying there staring up at him as he untied his shoes as the start of removing his clothing. As I stared up at him, while lying on my back in the hallway like some whore, I could not but become excited. He was an absolute stud, with his hairy legs, chest, and pubic regions. His cock was surging with blood, flexing with every beat of his heart. When he was naked, he all but fell on me, pushing my legs apart and sinking his cock into me in one fell swoop. I had no time to stretch so as to accommodate him, and was dealing with my pain when I felt him bottom out and shudder. I was so horny I almost came and realized that Charles was out of control and that the shudders I had felt was him achieving his orgasm from simply putting his cock into me and touching bottom. I also realized that he did not soften for even an instant.

I lifted my legs up and hooked them behind his back, put my arms around his neck and pulled his lips off my shoulder where there would be a hicky for several weeks; I pulled his face to mine, looked him in the eye and begged him to fuck me. "Please make me cum; breed me; impregnate me; do your husbandly duties, oh, for God's sake, fuck me."

And fuck me he did. Almost 35 minutes later when I had come 3 times, my belly was covered in cum, my balls had been bruised from his rutting, and he had never taken his cock out of my hole one time; he came a second time.

He pulled his cock out of me, kneeling between my thighs with his cock still hard, dripping with cum and my ass slime. He looked me in the eye and said "Clean me." Now I knew why he said get flavored lube. I took him in until his hair was tickling me in the nose. Charles reached down and tilted my head so that I was looking up at him as I sucked him off. It took him several minutes to ejaculate and I was amazed at the texture. It tasted the same as always but this time his ejaculate was thick, not the least bit slimy, much more buttery and sweet; it really was like a thick whipping cream. I cleaned up his cock and slowly took it out of my mouth.

He lay down on top of me, still on the floor of the front hall putting most of his weight on his arms and staring me in the eyes said, "I could tell you I was sorry for my abruptness and my roughness, but I am not. I needed you; I don't know if you realize just how crazed I was, but if we had not made it home when we did I would have stopped on the side of the road and fucked you from behind while you stood leaning on the tailgate of the truck. Now fix us a salad for lunch." He smiled and kissed me on the lips.

After lunch we went into the bed room and he made love to me. He ate my ass, lapped up his cum from the first two times he had fucked me when we got home, coming up to pass along what he dredged out of me by way of a kiss. I rolled him over onto his back and gave him the start of a good blow job. When I had harvested sufficient precum from his nuts I pulled off of him and straddled his hips, holding his cock upright and put it up against my hole, and allowed myself to slowly sink down to the base. I groaned with need and we gently and slowly made love. Afterwards we took a nap, with Charles in my favorite position: me on my stomach and him on my back, his legs outside mine pressing my legs together and his arms trapping mine to my side. Our heads were turned the same way and he nibbled on my ear lobe, put his tongue in the ear canal and licked my face. And then we slept.

From Charles Green's point of view.

God I love this guy. He was the perfect reason that I had given up women. What woman would have put up with the humiliation and embarrassment that I put Chris through this morning and we both loved it. What woman would have put up with my telling them to lubricate their pussy, take off their clothes and to lie down in the front hall so that I could fuck them twice, pull out of their pussy and tell them to clean my cock? Not only had he cleaned it but he had then sucked a third load out of my nuts. Without any complaints he fixed lunch, took me to bed for a nap, sucked on my dick until it got good and hard and then climbed on it and fucked a fourth load all since we got home. I was going to have to start taking vitamins to keep up.

I rolled off him, slapped him on the ass to wake him and went into the bathroom to piss. Chris came in, waited until I was done, got down on his knees to suck me clean of my cum and his pussy juices from our fuck just before our nap, got up and put the seat down to sit and drain his bladder. While he was pissing I went and got his underwear and told him to put a thong on, his jean shorts that I had made for him, a shirt and pair of shoes, we were going to his apartment to get what we wanted.

When we got there we put the bedding in the dryer. I told Chris, "I want you to go through the kitchen and get what you want to supplement what is already in my kitchen. Don't duplicate things but take all that you need. I am going to do your closets. I could hear Chris as I sorted his clothing into two piles: what we would take to his new home and everything else that would go to the thrift store. It did not take me long and I then selected which of the pictures on the walls that I wanted as well as a couple of throw pillows.

Chris came in and said he was done so I told him to get a suitcase and to pack up what he wanted from his bathroom. I took a load of his clothing as did he, and we each made two more trips of kitchen, bathroom and other items that I allowed him to take. The men from the thrift store arrived promptly and I filled out the paper work in Chris' name as the men pumped Chris as to what he was going to do. I was proud of him as I heard him say, "Charles here is my life partner and he decided to give all of this stuff away as I have moved into his home where I will live. He makes the decisions." When he was done I went over to him, stepped up behind him, put my arms around him and pulled him back into my embrace. My hands came together in front of Chris and hung down in front of his zipper and junk. My hands slowly stroked up and down in a gentle and loving manner.

We went home and Charles told me to put the stuff away in the kitchen, start supper and to put the rubber mattress pad on the mattress, the cloth pad over the of the rubber and then to remake the bed. I went into what had been the third bedroom that had been converted into an office to do some work. Chris remained naked as instructed carrying out my chores as assigned. I took the packages into the bedroom and found the large pads that were water tight on one side like a diaper and absorbent on the other side. I took two tubes of lube and put them in the front hall to put in the cars and a third I put next to the phone in the kitchen. The last went into the bathroom.

From Chris Parry's point of view.

I did not know what to do with the cock rings, ball stretchers, bulb or the little box like device. Charles came into the kitchen where I was looking at those things together with the three folded boxes and stool softener. He said on Monday when you go back to work I will put the cock cage on you. This cage is different in that it has this stem or pole that goes down into the piss slit of your cock about two inches; then the side goes around the back of your sack and fastens tight. It keeps you from achieving an errection and thus you can't really ejaculate. You will wear it until I take it off or you use your safe word and call it off. He showed me how to take the stool softener and how to use the bulb with the douches each morning after my bowel movement.

I told Charles I need to use the bathroom, and he said "number 1 or 2?"

"Number 2."

"When you are done then use the bulb to clean yourself out. Simply read the instructions and follow them. I need to read the instructions from the doctor and the pharmacy about my colon polyp test. Come get me if you have any questions; I will be on the bed."

I was just about done when I heard Charles come into the bedroom and I asked him if he needed me but he told me to finish up that he would need me in a little while.

From Charles Green's point of view.

I put the boxes together which consisted in nothing more than simply unfolding them and by bending and folding them create a top and a bottom. I had been planning this final test for Chris and had no idea how he would react, but only time would tell.

I got one of the large pads and put it down on the bed. The doctor had told me what to ask for at the pharmacy and had given me written instructions. I was to take a dump onto one of the pads and then to take a piece of my shit no less than an inch long and at least one inch across and to put it into one of the boxes. I was to do this for three consecutive days. This was a first as I lay on the bed, naked, pulled my legs up, tucked the pad under me and started to push. Gradually I felt the stool come down my track and begin the opening of my anus and onto the pad. It was at that moment that Chris walked out of the bathroom, looked up and saw me looking over at him while I took a shit on the bed. His face was a picture to say the least.

He was perfect, and said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yes there is, as a matter of fact; there is. 

To be continued...

Posted: 03/02/12