The following story is dedicated to Lisa, who encouraged me to submit this story for you to read.
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I had always considered myself a rather macho type man. I'm 45 years old, weigh 225 pounds. I'm 6' tall, and in good shape, not overly muscular, but well toned. My profession requires that I maintain myself in good physical shape. I've got naturally curly brown hair, and a very hairy chest and stomach. I've been in law enforcement for twenty-two years, not as a police officer, but within the jail setting. We are trained to rely more on our physical abilities, than our patrol counterparts since we carry no weapons on our persons while on duty.
I was living in a second floor apartment in a complex of approximately 600 units, while attempting to rebound mentally, as well as financially, from a rather messy divorce. The midnight shift pays an additional bonus due to the hours, and since I was looking for the extra money, that's when I worked.
I had just come home on a Friday morning, and didn't have to report for duty again until the following Sunday night. Entering my apartment, I realized that I had neglected to dispose of my trash the night before. Still in my uniform, (the only difference between my uniform and a patrol officer's uniform is that I don't wear a tie, and I've got short sleeves), I grabbed the plastic trash bag, tied it, and proceeded down the stairs to the garbage receptacle located about twenty yards from my apartment. As I swung my arm up to toss the bag into the container, I was attacked from behind. What seemed to be a pillow case was placed over my head, blinding me. My first reaction was to reach for the covering with my hands. As I did so, a noose fashioned from linens enveloped my hands and was drawn tight about my wrists. Realizing I was almost immobilized, I swung my right leg around, in an attempt to upend my attacker. A forceful knee to my groin dropped me to my knees, gasping for air, and writing in pain. Another piece of linen was tied tight over my mouth, rendering me mute, except for a low groan.
I was then made to walk, and after proceeding about ten yards or so, I was spun around repeatedly, which completely disorientated my sense of direction. I knew I was near the center of the apartment complex, but had no idea of which direction I was being led. After walking perhaps fifty yards, I was led into an apartment on the ground floor. How no one saw what was occurring was beyond my belief, as this was about 8:00 in the morning. Once inside, the door closed behind me, and was locked.
I was led into what must've been the living room area. My uniform shirt was ripped open, and removed to the point where my wrists were tethered together. My boots and socks were removed. My belt unbuckled and whisked from my trousers belt loops making a slapping sound. My pants were then opened, and dropped to my ankles.
Then, there was no movement for thirty seconds or so. I stood there, hooded, unable to speak or see, my wrists bound in front of me, with my uniform shirt dangling from them, and my pants at my ankles. I heard some whispering, and knew that there were at least two captors. I felt, and heard my own hand-cuffs snap around my left wrist. The linen manacle was removed, and before I could attempt to swing my arms, they were forced behind me, where the other hand-cuff was snapped tight over my right wrist.
A chop to the back of one knee instructed me to raise one leg, and then the other, while my uniform pants were removed. I was now naked, save for my underwear, and hand-cuffed from behind. My own belt was made into a choker, and placed around my neck. As the pillow case was being removed from my head, a hand pulled my head back, by the hair, and the belt tightened. A ball-gag was forced into my mouth just as soon as the linen gag was loosened. The hood was completely removed, and a blinding sleep-mask placed in it's stead. My eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the light, let alone catch a glimpse of my captors.
I was led into a closet, and was forced to sit in a wooden chair which had been placed inside, and tied to it. The closet door was closed, and I was left to sit, and ponder my fate. As I sat, bound to my chair, I heard muffled voices. They were female! Simultaneously, I began to feel ashamed as well as slightly aroused. Ashamed at not being able to defend myself with two females, and aroused by the unknown.
Hours passed, and I had fallen asleep, (don't forget, I had been awake all night, at work). I awoke to the sound of the door latch opening. I was untied from the chair.
"Stand up, Worm."
I slowly rose from the chair, but couldn't respond, due to the ball-gag.
"Walk, worm.", she ordered. I slowly proceeded forward, her voice guiding me into the living room's spacious area. 'Crack!' my belt came crashing across the backs of my thighs. "Mmmgh" was all I could utter.
"When you're told to do something from either Marcia, or myself, you'd better be quick about it."
"Mmmgh."
"He's a nice specimen Gloria, I think he'll do fine", Marcia spoke as she gently explored my chest, stomach, and ass, before coming to a rest on the bulge on the front of my briefs. I couldn't help but feel some stirring in my balls as Marcia's fingers outlined my cock through my briefs. "Yes he is. He'll do us well.", Gloria replied.
What in God's name were they talking about? Do what fine and well? What was in store for me? Fingers quickly grasped my briefs and pulled them down, exposing me in front of these two women.
"Look Gloria," Marcia laughed, "he's getting an erection! He must think he's gonna get lucky."
"We're the ones who're gonna get lucky this weekend", Gloria giggled.
My wooden chair was brought from the closet, and placed in front of me, with it's back facing me.
"Lean forward, Worm." Gloria commanded.
I did as she instructed, the chair's back making contact with my stomach. My legs were spread and taped to the chair's legs. A hand reached under and caressed my scrotal sack before slipping some kind of rubber band around my balls.
"Marcia, you can warm him up." With that, I heard footsteps and heard a 'whooshing' sound.
'Whoosh-Smack!'. A wooden paddle came crashing into my bared ass.
"Mmmugh!" was all I could say.