Getting To The Pool Early Ch 18

Getting to the Pool Early Chap 18

This chapter has some bondage to it...but still in the CFNM genre. I hope it works for you.

After getting some sexual relief by stroking off for Rhonda at her liquor store, I had cleaned up the best I could. She told me I was welcome any time and was about to send me on my way, when two SUVs pulled into the parking lot. "I'll keep the extra bottle of wine. Looks like you're going to meet some more women who want to play with you. I'm so glad you signed a waiver."

"Play?... waiver?... What are you talking about?" Good feelings gone!

"You don't know? Ooo... Pat and Officer Ryan make a good team... That makes it even more special! The officers will probably get rough with you...realism,, you know. One of the papers you signed with Pat was a waiver to be a practice dummy for police training. I'm outside the city limits, so the officers are on their own time, but they do plan on taking you in to the station... naked as a jaybird! You might stay in the drunk tank for a few hours before you get released. I hope you have fun. Don't worry, though. Your gym situation and your work situation turned out to exceed your expectations, didn't they? This could be fun, too, if you let it."

Patting me on my ass, Rhonda put her hand into the small of my back and gently pushed me toward the door. "Leave me your keys and your stuff. I'll get Kelly to come get your car and take it home. Call her when they get done with you. She'll come get you. I'll also give her the extra bottle of wine you earned. Looks like it's show time for you."

Returning to my car, I grabbed my shorts off my car hood and was putting them on just as four women got out of the two vehicles in the parking lot. I recognized Officer Ryan, but not any of the other three.

I had only seen Officer Ryan in her cruiser. She was tall, probably 5'-10", 140 pounds. Short blonde hair, small breasts, probably a B cup. She was wearing black cargo pants, like the operations folks wear, with a grey polo shirt...as were the other three women. They all appeared to be in good shape, as well.

"Hi, Andy," Ryan offered. "You are now part of our training exercise. We have been called to the scene of an individual who has been acting strangely and is considered dangerous or on drugs of some sort. I have called for backup and you have not been cooperative."

"Wait...what?!" was all I could get out before I was rushed by two of the women. One grabbed one arm and whipped it around my back. The second officer grabbed me around the waist and they basically picked me up and put me face down on the asphalt. The first officer now had each wrist, with her knee at the back of my neck. The second officer placed both hands in the small of my back and had her legs on top of my legs at my knees. The third officer came up with several sets of cuffs and a leather belt.

Without letting go of me, the officers listened as Ryan critiqued what each of them had done right and could do better. She then explained to me what was going on. "You are being treated like a hostile suspect. You can struggle, if you like. In fact, being females, we all get the guys who don't respect what we can do. The gear you see is to immobilize you. We will get you in these shackles and cuffs several times so we can trade off duties and learn in different scenarios. Ultimately, we will leave you in the restraints and take you to the jail to book you and put you in a holding cell. Now, I will tell you we've not had a naked volunteer, so us gals should have more fun than you will."

"But, I'm not naked," I mumbled into the asphalt.

"Oh, you WILL be stark naked by the time you get to the jail," Ryan laughed. "That'll be part of our fun. That's also why we're training outside the city limits on our own time."

Upon hearing her say that, I knew that my reaction to her earlier in the parking lot describing being shackled and thrown into jail naked, had something to do with this. I didn't realize then, or know why, what was about to happen to me was exciting as hell. The ultimate power of a clothed woman over me...maybe??

I was shocked out of my thoughts by a leather belt being slid under my stomach, snugged up, and buckled in the back. My wrists were then forcefully moved into position on the side of the belt and handcuffed to it. Lastly, shackles were placed around my ankles. With one of the officers on my back, she forced me to bend my knees up toward my butt, and the shackles' chains were then clipped to the belt, as well. I was basically hog-tied.

"Good job," Ryan said. "Turn him on his side."

The three women grabbed my left arm and left leg, turning me on my right side.

"Let's pick him up and get him in the grass, so at least when we train the next couple of times, he's not chewing gravel."

Picking me up by my arms and behind my knees, they carried me over to the nearest grassy area... laying me on my back. My heels were drawn up toward my ass, so that my knees were bent, causing my shorts to ride up my thighs. My gapping shorts were definitely flashing my junk to anybody who cared to look. I was also tenting significantly. Again... I didn't know why this was exciting me.

Ryan picked up on my predicament, placing her hand up my shorts opening and squeezing my cock. "Well, well, well! I DID pick up on something this afternoon! OK, officers, let's get him up on his knees and change the parameters."

Two of the officers grabbed me by my armpits and stood me up on my knees.

"Unclip the shackle chains from the belt, so he can stand up." Ryan directed.

As I stood, my ankles were still in shackles and my arms were still cuffed.

"When we first arrived, you were naked," Ryan began. "But you were too quick getting your shorts on. With your shackles on, I have a much more fun way to get your shorts off."

"I can take them off when you remove the shackles for the second scenario," I offered.

"What fun is that," Ryan chuckled. She then removed a cutter from her pocket used by paramedics to cut pants legs off injured patients. While I was still being held by my arms, Ryan grabbed my waist band and sliced down one side of the shorts... causing that side of my shorts to fall away from my butt cheek. The front continued to be tented on my erection.

"That's a good look for you," one of the officers joked. "Let's make him look even better!"

"My thought, exactly," Ryan chuckled. Before I could react, she grabbed the other side of my shorts and sliced down that side, causing the rear of my shorts to drop to the back of my knees, exposing my butt. Comically, my shorts still hung on my cock. Still handcuffed and shackled... I was unable to cover up anything.

"Our suspect is hiding something," Ryan stated. "Let's see what it is!"

Almost in unison, my three other officers all reached for my shorts to pull off my only covering. Yanking the scrap of cloth away from crotch and from between my legs, my rock-hard cock rebounded and slapped my stomach... much to the delight of all the women!

Laughing openly, all four officers worked to remove my restraints.

Now standing totally naked in front of the four female officers... "Scenario number two," Ryan instructed. "Run, Andy!"

For whatever reason, I did what Ryan said and turned to get away. I didn't get far. I was forced back down on my knees and re-restrained, without the leather belt this time. The officers swapped up their jobs, but I continued to be shackled and cuffed with no way to cover or protect myself for this and several more scenarios.

As their naked prey, I was groped, pawed, racked in the nuts, twisted, exposed, carried, dropped, and otherwise tied up for the next two hours. I was even tased once by each officer during various scenarios. I don't know where they came from, but a small crowd gathered and watched some of my fun. For the most part, I was not thinking about an erection. I was thinking about survival.

Finally, all the officers had had all the fun and training that they wanted. I was laying on my back in the leather belt, with my arms cuffed to my side and my ankles shackled again... displayed for all to see. I had a few scratches on my back and knees, but I was otherwise unscathed. Ryan scattered the crowd before she came back over to me.

Kneeling down, she whispered to me, "now we get to take you downtown and book you."

"But I haven't done anything," I pleaded. "I signed a waiver!"

"Yes, you did," she replied. "But I can make a wish come true. Trust me. We'll take you in, but the charge won't stick. I'll be told to release you after a few hours. Your waiver also says you won't sue for any bodily injury things like this. You are excited by this. You want this and I can give it to you. Your reaction this afternoon showed me. Just go with the flow and enjoy it."

"What are you going to book me for," I asked sheepishly?

Smiling a devilish grin, she whispered, "you refused to show us your ID."

"Rhonda has my ID. I'll be glad to show it to you!"

"No clothes, no pockets, no ID that any of us can see."

"But,,,"

Ryan barked, "quit talking or we can gag you, too!"

To my horror, my cock twitched.

"Well, will you look at that," one of the officers mused. "She's kidding. We don't gag you. But we can clean you up a bit."

Leaving me in the grass where I lay, they casually walked back to their vehicles, giggling, and talking like four girls passing the time of day. Several bottles of water were retrieved, while I lay exposed and cuffed. I was exhausted and covered with grass, dirt, and sweat. My wrists were cuffed to the sides of the leather belt. My legs were shackled at the ankles. The chain on the ankle cuffs was so short that my heels were pulled up toward my ass cheeks. My knees were bent so that I was splayed open...at least as far as my restraints let me. I didn't care anymore that my cock and balls were exposed to the crowd.

Returning from their cruisers, one of them offered me some water. Holding my head up, I was given a few sips. Then one of the officers took her water bottle and poured ice water over me and wiped some of the stuff off my chest, stomach, crotch, and knees. Rolling me on my side, they repeated the 'cleaning' of my back and butt...even spreading my ass cheeks and spraying water there.

Training completed, Ryan read me my rights and told me I was being arrested for not presenting an ID when requested by an officer. Since I was still shackled, each officer grabbed an armpit and behind my knees and I was unceremoniously placed in the back of one of the police cruisers, face up and naked. They managed to place a seat belt across my chest and thru my legs... taking a few moments to grab my balls... 'making sure they were out of the way'.

I was guessing it was after 8:00. I was hoping that the police station wasn't crowded. Thinking about what Ryan whispered to me that she was going to help me fulfill a sexual fantasy... at least as safely as she could... my endorphins were causing my whole body to push all of my blood into my cock...hard as a rock times 10!

After driving for what seemed like 30 minutes, the cruiser pulled into a lit parking lot. I couldn't see, since I was still on my back...naked and erect.

Ryan turned to me from the front seat. Seeing my excited state, she wrapped her hand briefly around my boner. "We're here. Are you ready, Andy?"

...OK. Moment of truth. Before I find out where I am, I want to know if you guys think I should be booked and exposed...or is Kelly waiting for me to take me home?