A black leather belt is undone and the pants unbuckled. The dark pants start to come down then the realization that the shoes are still on, so they are kicked off. A series of buttons on a dark blue shirt are undone then thrown on the bed. The pants are dropped to the floor, and a hand reaches into the underwear. A sigh emanates from the lips, and the underwear starts to tent.

Soon the man in the tighty whities has turned on the shower. A snap of the fingers and another figure wearing only a studded leather collar enters, and prostrates itself at the feet. A handful of hair brings the figure to its feet. Not a cry or a moan is heard from the figure, but the face shows the pain. One hand makes a motion and the other let’s go of the grip. Soon there are two naked males and the clothes have been gathered and removed.

A lone figure enters the misty shower, and drops of warm water hit the skin. Each drop grabs a bit of soil and dirt and starts to move them away from the place of impact. As each drop rolls along it meets up with others to form rivulets add in a bit of soap and the surface becomes slippery to the hand. As the surface of the body becomes clean the soul starts to relax and enjoy itself.

The nipples are pinched and caressed followed by the belly. The groin is the next target, and soon a rhythm has developed, and a moan sputters from the lips.

From the bathroom door was yelled, “Starting with out me?”

“Who dares interu…,” opening up the glass door, “oh, it’s Officer Phil!”

Stepping out of the shower, “What? You want to play cops and robbers again?”

“Actually, yes I do?” With skill Officer Phil had his prey pinned against the wall, and hands cuffed behind the back.

“Just the way I like man! Naked and cuffed! Especially after what I saw tonight at the park. Now since I am the victor again both slaves do my bidding tonight.”

Both of the slaves stood in the door enjoying the sight of a Master getting his just deserts, and also knowing better then moving about..

“Just wait one of these nights Phil.”

“You know Tom you keep saying that. If you were my property you would be made into a mute and nutted just like I want my slave.”

With one hand holding the naked mans neck the other hand motioned the two slaves over, “You take my uniform off, and you go fetch any paddle you want.”

Soon Phil was naked, and his uniform hung up with care. The other slave returned with a studded black paddle, “As Tom’s slave you get the honor of paddling his bottom, and if you do not do it right you will be next!”

Punished now or punished later either way the slave knew he was screwed, and that Officer Phil did this on purpose. Nervously the slave proceeded to put all of its might into each swing. Soon, the slave was thoroughly enjoying himself and it showed in the face and genitals.

Soon Tom’s ass was beat red and Phil dragged him over to the bed, and threw him face down. “Now both of you slaves get to fuck his ass, but you have to cum down his throat! See Tom, we all know you’re a cum-alcoholic. When you both have shot a load you will clean up the bathroom only then you may go out on the town, and have fun.”

With renewed vigor both slaves finished the tasks at hand, and left. Very quickly the slaves were dressed and out the front door relived they were out of the line of fire.

Flipping the helpless Master onto his back Phil sat on Tom’s chest slapping him with his dick. “You missed a great crime scene!”

“What happened? Asked Phil.

“A young man was castrated, and the fucker’s throat was slit. He was found naked with his clothes shredded and tossed about. Blood was everywhere. It looks like the fucker wanted a blow job, but got more then he wanted. That is why I am late, and you started with out me! Seeing that castrated son-of-a-bitch made me one horny bastard, and since I cuffed you first tonight you’re my property for the night!”