The Precinct - Prologue

Author: TempestLA
Title: The Precinct - Prologue
Date: 28 February 2004

The Precinct - Prologue

Justin stretched his neck and shrugged his shoulders as he tried to work out the kinks that another all night run was causing. He had been behind the wheel of the huge 18-wheeler since 9:00 that morning. He should have been on the road at 6:00, and should not have stopped the night before so early, but his route had taken him right past the home of one of hottest, horniest and kinkiest bitches he had ever met. (Well, at least in this state?) She had kept him ?up? all night and a good portion of the morning.

Even now the thought of her had his manhood expanding in its tight denim prison. He reached down to grope his crotch, and as he did so he caught a whiff of his own underarms. ?Damn? he thought to himself, ?I wish I had taken Jenn up on her offer of a shower this morning!? Even as he did so, the thought of how much longer a shower with her (and the resulting tumble back into bed) would have taken?The sweet agony of having to earn money when all he really wanted was another good lay. This only reminded him of how far behind schedule he already was-- he was glad that he hadn?t given into that temptation. Besides, the smell of good honest sweat was good for him (and, although he would never admit it to anyone, not even himself, it did cause his cock to throb a little harder in his jeans).

He stretched again, the fatigued muscles of his 34-year-old body complaining. His baseball sized biceps stretched against the thin flannel of the shirt he wore. When he wanted to impress the ladies, the shirt was buttoned tucked it stretched tight over his slab like pecs rubbing against the quarter sized nipples. As it was, the west Texas heat made wearing even the light shirt almost too much so he had the shirt unbuttons all the way and left it untucked. A light sheen of sweat clung to the thick blond hair that stretched across his chest and ran down across his rippled stomach and into the waistband of his tight jeans. His worn jeans were plastered to his muscular thighs by the sweat, giving his swollen prick nowhere to expand.

He still had 300 miles to make up, and the ?backroad? expanses of Texas highways at 11:30 were the perfect place to make it up. Justin cranked up the radio, Reba McIntire?s ?For My Broken Heart? blaring through the speakers. Maybe it was the late hour, or the length of time he had been on the road, or his daydreams of his last ?layover?, but he completely ignored the fact that speed traps this part of Texas was famous for. When he heard the siren blarring behind him he was shocked out of his mind drift, half hard-on daydreaming state and forced back to a fucked up reality. He jerked his head up and looked in the side view mirror to see the red and blue flashing lights on the police car behind him.

?Ah fuck!? Justin thought to himself. ?Just what I need.? He wasn?t worried about the ticket for speeding he was about to get. He was generally very careful and only got the occasional citation. He was more worried about the time this would take (putting him further behind schedule) and that the cops would want to see his log book, which would prove he had been on the road much longer today than was legal. ?Oh, well, time to face the music,? Justin thought as he pulled the big rig to the side of the road.

A thick cloud of dust was kicked up behind the big rig as Justin pulled over to the shoulder, and as he slowed the cloud caught up with the truck and surrounded it as the air brakes brought the truck to a halt. Justin looked in the side view mirror and saw the dust cloud illuminated from behind by the headlights of the trooper?s car and the flashing lights. Through the dust, like an apparition, the figure of the trooper emerged silhouetted against the headlights. He walked forward with a self possessed swagger that commanded attention, and Justin instantly knew he wouldn?t be talking his way through this one.

Justin rolled the cab window down as the trooper came up along side. ?License, registration, and trip log please,? the trooper said as he pulled out his citation pad. His voice was deep and carried a note of authority that Justin found slightly unnerving. No nonsense muther-fucker, Justin knew he was in deep shit now, but he was determined to keep his cool and act like he had the utmost respect for this asshole.

?Yes, Officer.? Justin managed. The trooper snapped his head up and Justin felt pinned by the piercing blue eyes that locked with his. ?That?s ?Sir? to you,? the trooper snapped. Justin was caught off guard. ?Yes, Sir?, he replied, in total reflex.

?Better. License, registration, and trip log. Now.? The trooper reiterated. Justin reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out the requested documents. He passed them to the trooper though the window of the truck. It was as the trooper took the documents that Justin noticed the officer was wearing a heavy leather jacket and tight skintight leather gloves. ?Damn, he must be burning up in this heat!? Justin thought. Justin just stared ahead, waiting for the inevitable ticket.

?Please step out of the vehicle,? the trooper said.

?Is there something wrong, Off? Sir?? Justin inquired?

?Step out of the vehicle now!? the trooper repeated in a voice that brooked no argument. Justin opened the cab door and stepped down from the cab. It was only as he did so that he realized what a monster the trooper was. Even though Justin was 5?11?, the trooper, whose name badge read ?Harker,? was a good 6 inches taller and was even broader through the chest than Justin. He looked up into the trooper?s eyes, and was struck by the hard, squared off features of the trooper?s face.

?Turn around and place your hands spread on the side of the truck!?

?What the fuck is going on?!? Justin yelled as he started to regain his composure. ?I know my log book is out of order, but there is no??

Justin did not get to finish the sentence, as the officer?s fist connected with his stomach at that point. Justin doubled over, and the trooper grabbed him and spun him around, slamming him up against the side of the truck as if he were no more than a rag doll. The trooper forced him to spread his arms against the side of the truck, and the officer used his booted feet to kick spread Justin?s legs further. As he tried to regain his breath, Justin was dimly aware that in addition to the leather jacket and gloves, the trooper was also wearing leather pants tucked into his calf high boots. He heard the creaking of the trooper?s leathers as he removed his leather gloves, and then the trooper began to frisk him. Justin was aware that the trooper must have put on rubber gloves, which didn?t really surprise him in this day and age, but as the cop ran his rubber covered hands over Justin?s naked torso, he was surprised to notice the gloves were made of a heavy black rubber as he was to feel the cop running his hands over his hairy, muscular chest.

?What the fu?? was all he got out as the cop slammed him back up against the truck. The trooper?s left arm passed over Justin?s shoulder and he clamped his hand over Justin?s chest, his rubber clad fingers locking down on Justin?s right tit. At the same time, the cop?s leather clad thigh forced it?s way between Justin?s legs, keeping them spread wide. The cop pulled Justin?s body up tight against his leather-clad body. His right hand reached around and began to grope Justin?s cock, which, much to his surprise, was harder than ever. Justin found himself, for some fucked up reason, unable to put up a fight. He knew this wasn?t a clean stop and he knew he wasn?t some pussy to some fucking pig, but . . .

?Hey fucker, guess what I found? Saw this piece of fuckmeat when you climbed out of your truck, and knew exactly what you needed.? The trooper released Justin?s tit, and he moved his arm up around his neck and applied a sleeper hold. Justin struggled against the hand groping his crotch and the arm encircling his neck as the world started to go gray and the black.

?Sleep tight, slave boy? was the last thing he heard as the world finally went dark.

* * * * * * *

Justin slowly came back to consciousness. He was seated in the back of what appeared to be a squad car, but as he tried to sit forward, he realized he was unable to move. He looked down, and saw several wide leather bands strapped across his body that forced him deeply into the heavy padding of the seat. He could see a strap across his upper chest, another just below his pecs, and another across his washboard abs. He tried to move his arms and realize that they were pulled behind him and were somehow bound wrist to opposite elbow, yet somehow he was still held firmly against the seat behind him, almost as if there were an indentation where his arms fit.

Further down, two wide leather straps crossed each of his muscular thighs, and he could feel two more straps over each of his lower legs, one just below the knee and one at the ankles. The seat?s padding went all the way to the floor and his legs were completely immobilized. As Justin struggled against the bonds that held him, he realized that the padding of the seat was covered with a black shiny material that he quickly realized was rubber. ?What the fuck?? he thought to himself.

As he looked down, he realized that his pants had been ripped open from the front waistband to what felt like the rear waistband. Instead of seeing his 7 ½ " cock sticking up from his crotch, however, Justin saw that some sort of jockstrap had been put on him. It was made of the same black material as the seats, and it confined his cock even more severely than his jeans had. There was a lock on the waistband, and Justin could feel a strap that had been pulled tight up the crack of his ass and was attached to the waist strap of the jock in the back.

Suddenly the door of the squad car opened and ?Officer? Harker bent his head in through the opening. ?Comfy?? he said in a mocking tone.

?You fucking asshole, what are . . . arrgghhh!? was all Justin got out before he felt a pain in his balls as if someone had kicked him in the groin full force.

Officer Harker held up what looked to be the remote for a car alarm. ?Temper boy!? the trooper said in his authoritative voice. ?One press of this button and the electrodes attached to your balls give you a jolt. That was setting 3. The remote goes as high as 20, but I truly don?t suggest you force me to use the level. The results are usually pretty messy.?

?Now, two rules. First, NEVER speak unless spoken to. Second, you will obey any direct command from myself or another office immediately and without question. Non-compliance with these rules will result in punishment. Of course, compliance with the rules will frequently result in punishment as well, but everything in life is just a matter of degrees, isn?t it boy.?

Justin was still trying to catch his breath when Office Harker grabbed his jaw and forced him to look directly in his eyes. ?Isn?t is BOY?!? the trooper barked.

?Yes?? Justin managed. The same pain struck again, and Justin would have been doubled over if he had had the ability to move.

?We?ll try this again. Isn?t that right, boy??

?Yes, Sir.? Justin mumbled.

?What boy? Is that a respectful tone of voice??

Justin drew a shuddering breath and answered a little louder ?Yes, Sir?.

?You need work boy, but you have potential. For now, we are going to make it easy for you to obey those simple rules? the trooper said as he held up a device made of rubber that appeared to be made of many straps. Justin could make out a thick rubber plug in the center of it, and realized it was some type of elaborate gag.

?But before I silence you for the trip, you are allowed three questions. I suggest you make them good, boy.?

Justin mind whirled, and just as he was about to blurt the questions out, the trooper held up the remote again, and Justin took a breath before beginning.

?Sir, why are you doing this to me? Who are you? And where are you taking me?. Sir? he added at the last moment.

?Very good, boy. Predictable, but very good. Now open wide.?

As Justin opened his mouth to protest that he hadn?t gotten his answers, the trooper?s rubber clad hand brought the plug up to his mouth and shoved it in. The faceplate of the gag was heavily padded and molded to cup Justin?s chin and wrapped around most of his lower face. The plug filled his mouth, muffling anything he might try to say. Justin saw the trooper pull the straps around and over his head, and heard the click of small buckles being clicked into clasps in the headrest behind him, almost like small seatbelts being fastened. The trooper pulled back slightly and smirked as he pushed a button on the partition dividing the driver?s cab from the passenger compartment. Justin heard what sounded like a small motor, and he felt the straps of the head harness begin to tighten, pulling his head back into the heavily padded rubber headrest. Within moments, his head was immobilized. The trooper reached over and connected two small hoses to the front of the harness.

?There you go, boy. Damn you look fuckin? hot all strapped up like that? the trooper said as he reached out and squeezed one of Justin?s nipples with his rubber gloved fingers. Justin moaned into the gag in his mouth. The trooper released his tit and began to back out of the back seat, but then he stopped. He placed a hand on the controls on the partition again and Justin could just make out the trooper?s face in his peripheral vision.

?Oh, and your answers are: One, because we can? and as he said this, he pressed a button on the control panel and the gag in Justin?s mouth suddenly expanded.

?Two, just like my badge says, I am officer Harker, but you will just refer to me as Sir? and he pressed the button again, and again the gag grew larger.

?and Three, you are being taken to The Precinct? he said as he pressed the button twice in quick succession. The gag inflated again, this time filling his mouth completely and forcing his jaw down further into the harness. The trooper pushed another button and some sort of dark visor lowered over his eyes. Justin grunted into the gag as he heard the door slam, the front door open and close, and the car?s motor start.