Bad Bar Bet - Part One

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Bad Bar Bet - Part One
Date: 12 April 2016

Bad Bar Bet – Part One

Although I usually don’t argue with anyone, I was a little drunk and my claim to have the longest dick in the bar was followed by a universal clamor for proof. I was certainly the tallest and most muscular of the six of us, and, even though I was slightly compromised, I was highly confident in my assertion. I was ridiculed and forced to make my claim more specific, which I did by specifying an erect penis.

I proposed a wager that would settle the matter. We negotiated that the length of the cock could be determined up to the point of near-orgasm, and that the loser or losers would not be allowed to cum. The measurements would be made stark naked, and we agreed on the detailed positions of the beginning and end of the cock.

I must tell you that we are cops and the bar is a cop hangout, only a couple of blocks from LAPD headquarters. The negotiations specified that if I was the winner, one of the cops – and I would choose which one – would immediately suck my cock in front of all the others. If I lost, I would be a slave to the winner for 24 hours or for three days if I shot without external help within the 24 hours. If more than one of the others were winners, I would be their slave for 24 hours as well.

One of the guys, Ali, asked me if I really knew what a slave was. I answered confidently that, of course I knew – the guy had to clean house and do other chores and generally do as ordered. Perhaps he would have to do his work wearing a collar and/or being naked. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Ali, who was of French and Algerian ancestry, asked me again, and I replied again, “Of course.”

We had all just gotten off our 10-hour shifts and, while we were not wearing our uniforms, we all had our service weapons and handcuffs concealed on our persons. It was near midnight on Sunday night and we did not go back on duty until Thursday. In the unlikely case that I would both lose the bet and have an orgasm within the prohibited time, I would fulfill the terms of the wager until Wednesday night/Thursday morning.

When the bar closed, we went into the alley behind the bar where our cars were parked. After finalizing the terms, we all lined up in a circle, stripped naked, and placed our goods on the ground at our feet. It was dark and private behind our cars, and one guy was selected to use his Police flashlight to illuminate the measurements.

I’m the only unmarried guy of the six, and the youngest, 25 years old and two years out of the Police Academy. I was still learning the ropes of the LAPD, and was still enthusiastic about working out and the physical part of policing. I enjoyed carrying a firearm almost all the time as guaranteed by the 2004 Law Enforcement Officers Safety Act signed by George W Bush. I was already picking out the cocksucker to humiliate.

When the flashlight went on, I knew I was in trouble. Ali wasn’t so tall but he had a thick body and a long dick that, when I thought about it, was generally in keeping with his physique. The other four guys, when they observed the two of us, didn’t bother to stimulate themselves for the competition. Ali slapped his cock a little and it started to come to attention and he had a good eight inches, actually larger.

I spit on my cock and worked the flaccid piece of flesh for quite a little while to get it working. I was under performance pressure, mostly from the guys watching with the flashlight brightly lighting up the action of my right hand on my dick. I was focusing 100 percent on not losing rather than on the consequences of losing. It was embarrassing not being able to get it up right away, but eventually and with crazy hand work, I got it going.

I slowed down the action to get as close to the edge as I thought I could manage and then asked for the measurement. I was at least a half-an-inch short. When I caught my breath, I agreed that I had lost the wager and that I was obligated to fulfill its terms. I moved my hand down to finish off, but Ali and then the others yelled “Stop,” and I complied. Ali said “You’re my slave, stand at attention.”

I did as Ali ordered and even proudly stuck out my chest. While I wanted badly to cum, this slave business seemed that it might be some kinky fun, like boys playing pirates, bigger boys playing bigger pirates. Just then, the five winners started putting on their clothes, and I started to do the same.

“Stop, slave, put your hands behind your back and get your head down. Stare at the ground.” I started to say something, and I heard “Shut up slave, you will speak only when ordered to speak.” I might have disobeyed and betrayed my wager promises if the other four guys were not around, but I did as ordered. “I have all you will need to wear right here.”

The guys all got dressed, leaving me the only one naked. I felt really awkward for the first time. Ali approached me with handcuffs, and, while I was getting increasingly alarmed, let him lock my hands behind my back. He went to his car, pulled out belly chains, and fastened the cuffs to the chains now circling my waist. I had only been in cuffs for training at the Police Academy, and I did not like the feeling of helplessness. I started to complain. Ali reassured me that everything was fine and I was safe and in good hands.

The others were still milling around and observing the fun. Ali mentioned that I like to talk and complain, and asked them if he should tape the slave’s mouth shut. They all said “yes” and Ali applied duct tape ear to ear. I initially resisted, pulling my head back, until Ali went to his car, got out his nightstick, and applied it gently to my balls. It went back to my balls when I didn’t maintain the head-down position.

Ali went back to his car again and got out leg cuffs. I didn’t want leg cuffs before I got my shorts and pants on so I nodded towards my clothes on the ground. A “nod” is a kind of suggestion that I subsequently learned was forbidden from a slave, and I had violated the heads-down position. I got a ball tap from the nightstick, and, for me, the fun was over. I got mad, really mad, but I kept my head down and didn’t try to prevent the leg cuffs being fastened around my ankles.

Ali thanked the other winners who then all drove off, leaving me exposed to potential traffic in the alley. Almost immediately I saw lights and a car came down the alley past us. I didn’t know whether the occupants saw me, but I was anxious to get out of there. Ali picked up my stuff, placed it in my car, and led me to his old Toyota Tacoma pickup truck. I got my bare butt into the passenger seat with his help, and then got first my torso and then my legs pushed into place. When my seatbelt was in place, he touched his nightstick to my groin, and I understood that I was to obey.

We didn’t leave right away. Ali fumbled for his mobile phone and, after a long ring, began talking with his friend who I later found out was “Oscar.”
----“Sorry to get you up. I’ve got a slave. I’ve got a naked slave. A young cop in my Division. I think he may be on your bus. I have him until 3:43 tomorrow morning. You want him?”
There was a short pause.
----“I’ll give you the details when I get there.”
----“Twice, thinks he signed up to clean house.”
----“I’d guess seven and three quarters.”
Ali looked at my feet.
----“About size eleven.”
----“About 32 inches, I’d say six foot three.”
----“Athletic build, maybe 210 pounds.”
----“I’ve got him cuffed and gagged.”
----“Never seen him with a woman who isn’t a cop.”
----“Well, his nipples are erect.”
----“Let me think. Yeah, my gym bag will work.”
----“See you shortly.”

I tried to make some sense of the half of the conversation I heard. It sounded like I was going to be handed off to this guy Oscar. I wasn’t clear on what “may be on your bus” meant. Meanwhile I didn’t know what the slave’s posture should be while sitting in a truck so I kept my head down. I couldn’t help look at my cock that surprisingly to me wouldn’t go fully deflated. Probably just the excitement.

Ali got out of the truck, pulled his gym bag from behind the seat, dumped its contents, and pulled it over my head and zipped it around my neck. He cried out “Wait, wait, wait,” and reached back, got his jock strap, stuffed into the bag so it was in front of my face, and re-zipped. I could see for a second what it was and recoiled slightly, but quickly found that it was used maybe once after washing and didn’t smell too bad. I took some good deep breaths to confirm that its aroma was not disgusting, maybe a couple dozen of deep breaths.

We arrived at Oscar’s place around 5:00AM, which was in a mixed residential-industrial area. Oscar came out to the truck and exchanged greetings with Ali. He took a quick look at Ali’s cargo, said something like “You didn’t exaggerate,” and began discussing the details of the wager. Oscar would deliver the slave back to Ali at Oscar’s favorite hangout, which they didn’t call out. The exchange only took a minute or two. It was as though they had done this before.

There was a slight delay after which Oscar tied off my cock and balls hard with a kind of lanyard, a loop on one end and a slide fastener on the other.

----“You like this do you … cop?”

I didn’t like it since my balls were now more vulnerable than ever, and I was almost glad to be gagged so I didn’t have to answer. I was shocked that he knew I was a cop, and didn’t know what that meant for my immediate future. I got a brief look at Oscar before a heavy rubber hood was yanked over my head. It was still dark out and I didn’t see his face, but his body was fit and I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his hip. I think he must have been wearing jockey shorts or something similar, something he slept in.

The rubber hood had tiny nose holes and a large mouth hole, and zipped at the back. I briefly panicked when I couldn’t breathe after Oscar had done up the zip. The mouth hole in front of my taped mouth was useless for me and the nose holes needed proper location. Oscar fixed it and comforted me that I was in safe hands, but it was still difficult to drag in air.

I was alarmed. First of all, belly chains are usually used with handcuffs in front, at the belly. At least one can cover and protect his groin. It’s one thing to restrain and imprison “bad guys” including those men who don’t hold traditional family values, but to control and humiliate an LAPD cop is another deal, almost unthinkable. And tying off genitals was certainly something that law enforcement would not do to weaken and frighten a prisoner. We have lots of other methods available when the cameras are turned off.

By now I was standing outside the truck, my feet were on concrete, and I could hear traffic close by. We were joined by “Adam” who kept Ali company while Oscar went to get cuffs and chains to exchange with Ali’s. Once replenished, he drove off. I was at the mercy of strangers while cuffed hand and foot, gagged, and having my sexual organs tied in a lump. There was no way I could hide my raging boner.

End of Part One