My Spring Break assignments were not finished, just my time pretending to be someone I was not, well at least the sex I was not. I received a call from Kevin the day after the cross dressing assignment, he apologized a little bit for the previous day, then jumped right back into work. That night he had another client for me, this one he said was a known client, who always liked a new model. The man went by the name detective, he was an actual retired police officer. I was told that he loved to handcuff and interrogate his models, and that the more I played along, the happier he would be. I could tell by Kevin's voice that this was a client that Kevin wanted me to impress.
I arrived at the client's home that evening at 7:30 as instructed. When I arrived, there was a note at the front door, with directions that I was to follow. Kevin had told me about this earlier, so I was not worried about the instructions. I was wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt, another request. The note said that I was to try and break into the house, that I was supposed to break in through a window around the back of the house. There was a fence around the backyard, so none of the client's neighbors would mistake my actions for the real thing.
I went around to the back of the house and found the window that was mentioned in the note. It was slightly ajar, so I started to push it open, half suspecting his face pop up at any minute. Instead this large man came at me from behind, and before I knew it I was on the ground being handcuffed and read my rights. He drug me into his house and into a room with only a small table and two chairs, I took it this was his interrogation room.
He yelled at me for a while and then recapped my crimes, the whole time I sat there with my mouth shut, letting him finish his diatribe. He then picked me up and pushed me back against the wall where he took a considerable amount of time frisking me, he must have checked my groin area five times. I was then offered a deal if I would confess, but before I could even speak, he screamed at me that I would be sorry for not taking his deal and admitting my guilt.
The "detective" told me that since I would not cooporate he would now have to strip search me. I was then picked up by the back of my pants and shoved across the room to the wall opposite from where I was frisked. I had not seen it earlier, but there was medal hook in the wall that had been driven in on both sides. One hand was released very briefly from the cuffs, only to be secured once again, as arms were suspended above my head with the cuffs secured to the hook.
The strip search began with the detective slowly untying my shoes, tossing both to the other side of the room. He then undid my pants, again slowly taking them off of my body. My shirt was then ripped off of my body, as it could not be lifted over me head due to the handcuffs. The detective took a step back and let his eyes roam my body, he then started to feel me all over, eventually working his way down to my feet. It was at this point that he removed my socks, taking each foot one by one into his hands, then he sucked on my toes.
The only thing left to do was to remove my underwear, but he did not. Instead he stuck his hand inside of them and felt around until I was erect. The detective then started to stroke my cock, but suddenly stopped and said that bad boys like I did not deserve any relief. He moved in very close to me, so that his body was pressing into mine, his hands grabbed a hold of my underwear, and then he ripped them off showing me his strength. At this point I was completely at his mercy, totally vulnerable, with no way to defend myself.
The detective then announced to me that he felt I was still hiding something, and thus he must given me a full body search. I hands were unsecured, as he led me over to the table in the middle of the room. I was thrown across the table as he pushed my face down, and yelled some more, he was determined to get a confession out of me. He released his hold on me for a moment while he retrieved some rope, I was then bound to the table. The detective left the room and returned with a bag. He held it up in front of me and asked me if I knew what it was. Once I said no, I was told this bag was a special bag, inside of it was his special tools for giving bad boy a full body cavity search.
Latex gloves were the first things that I saw retrieved from the bag, he put them on, and then stuck a finger into my mouth to probe all around. After he was satisfied that there was nothing in my mouth, he pulled out a ball gag, and secured it in and around my mouth. He next pulled out what looked like a leather bracelet. My groin was the next place of interest, as he poked and pulled it out from underneath my body. He then secured the bracelet thing around my cock and adjusted it so that it was too tight, causing me discomfort, I could tell that was his plan.
More yelling and some slaps to the back of my head were followed up by the client pulling a paddle out of his bag. He immediately moved around behind me and proceeded to paddle me for several minutes. I could not scream, but tears were running down my face from the pain, as he made sure that it was a spanking that I would never forget. The paddle was put down as he next pulled out a plastic bottle of petroleum jelly. He scoped globs of it onto his latex covered hands.
