Self-Service E4 | I had to arrest a flexible young man. X Unintended Bonds

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Carl’s POV:

“No action tonight,” my colleague says as he turns a corner. “Not even our usuals selling.” 

I don't mind when it's a quiet night. That just means we can relax and shoot the shit. But my coworker Brad here has an obsession for arresting people. He says it's part of the fun of being a cop. 

“I know this area. It's where the gays go fornicate, if you know what what I mean.” He takes the ramp onto the highway. 

“Brad, I know neither of us have a ring on our fingers but I'm not interested in you like that.” We laugh together. 

“I heard it from Chris. He says they hang out at this park with their weiners out and it's easy pickings.” 

We drove for another 10 minutes before we took the exit. Brad turns off the headlights and slows down as he heads into the park.

“Why don't they just get a motel?” I ask.

“The fuck if I know what they're thinking in their fruity brains.” Brad parks the car at the bottom of a hill. “Look.” He points at a car at the top with their lights on. 

We get out of the car and Brad leads the way up. Up closer, we can see someone outside the vehicle leaning into the driver's seat window. 

“Bingo,” Brad whispers. He pulls out his flashlight and turns it on. “Hands up!” he shouts. 

Quick as lightning, the man pulls himself out of the window and makes a run for it. Brad chases after him, shouting as he runs.

“Get the other guy!”

Sighing loudly, I pull out my flashlight and approach the car window. 

“Officer!” A young man with scruffy hair and a little bit of a beard covers up his groin with his hands. “Shit.” 

“License and registration please.” I sigh again. Timidly, he moves one hand to search the glove compartment. 

Jesus, this young man has a schlong on him. He can't really cover any of it up with one hand. He hands me the papers and cups his crotch with both hands again. 

“I'm so sorry, officer.” 

Brad trots back up out of breath. “He's gone.” 

“I've been telling you to lay off the donuts,” I say while examining the papers. “Alright Paxton, here you go.” I hand them back to him. I was going to let him go with a warning, but Brad had other ideas.

“What do we have here?” Brad shines the flashlight directly into Paxton’s face and then scans the inside of the car. “Oh Jesus Christ, do we not have any morals anymore?” He leaves the light on his naked crotch. “Out of the car.” 

“I don't think that's necessary, Brad,” I say. Brad opens the door anyway and Paxton comes out with his hands up and his long cock hanging. 

“Hey, I'm doing him a favour by handcuffing his hands in front. I've seen enough sausage today.” Brad handcuffs him and starts to lead him back to our car. I put a hand on his shoulder to stop him but he shrugs me off. I sigh again and look in the car for Paxton’s pants. I take them with me and throw them in the back of our car. 

We drive to the station in silence and once we get there, Paxton covers his front with his pants as we walk in. It doesn't stop the snickering from the team and I learn then that Paxton is the type to turn red all over from being embarrassed. 

“A job well done.” Brad whistles as he locks Paxton up. “Let's go home.” 

“I told Chris I'd cover the night so he can go home to his baby.” I yawned. “Thanks for giving me something to do.” Brad tosses the cage's key on the desk before leaving. 

“You can put your pants on, sport.” I noticed he's still in a sad state of covering his front. “Shit, did he leave your handcuffs on?” We could get into deep shit for that. 

“It's alright.” He waves his pants straight and easily stretches to put them on. Our big dick boy is flexible. “Thanks.” 

“We’ll let you go in the morning. You have to be careful out there, sport. Meet a couple more cops like my friend that just left and you're going to find yourself on the highway to trouble.” 

He nods at my words sheepishly and then reaches his hands out to me. I hold his cold hands while I uncuff him. 

“Thanks, officer.” He looks at me sheepishly. 

We return to our respective spots, and I doze off in my chair. The night shift is easy money. In any case, they are already locked up, so what could go wrong?

Slurp slurp… slurp slurp… 

I've been divorced for a couple years. The reason was because she didn't want to have sex anymore, and my sex drive didn't die down with age. 

Slurp slurp…

I blink to wake up. 

Slurp slurp…

Okay, that sound is real. I scan the dim room to find the source and pinpoint it coming from the cell. 

Slurp slurp…

I squint to see better, and because I still can't make out what's happening, I walk up to the bars. 

Whoa. I blink hard again and mentally pinch myself. 

That's not possible. 

Paxton was folded like a pretzel, with his head buried in his own crotch. His knees go past his head and his back is curved at an inhuman degree.

Slurp slurp…. 

I tried to do this when I was younger. I think every young man has tried when they started to discover their body. Of course, I never succeeded. I thought it was just the circus freaks that could do it.

But here he is, a perfectly average looking young man eating himself like a buffet. 

Slurp slurp…. 

I go to adjust my tightening groin and accidentally jingle my large ring of keys. Paxton pauses with his dick in his mouth and slowly pulls off to look at me. 

“Officer…” His tip rubs on his pretty lips. 

I somehow find the right key without looking and open the door. He stays in that position, with his long hard dick right at his mouth. 

“Am I in trouble?”

“It's not against the law to pleasure yourself, sport,” I say, inexplicably drawn to stand next to his incredible feat of athleticism. Paxton moves his head back a bit, looking up at me and then at my crotch. 

“So I can finish?” he asks. 

“Go ahead, sport.” My heart pounds. I want to see him do that again. He pulls on his legs to fold himself again, swallowing down his monster-sized cock. “Damn buddy.” 

My uniform pants became too tight and I found myself undoing the belt for some relief. Watching the young man self-pleasure is incredibly erotic and I touch myself wondering how it must feel. 

If you can suck your own dick, would you get really good at giving blowjobs? 

Slurp slurp…. Slurp slurp…. slurp slurp…. 

Paxton’s breaths sound more and more laboured as he continues. I can't see much except for the back of his head that thrusts non-stop into his own groin. In the veil of the dark, I whip out my boner and start stroking it. 

This is a once in a lifetime kind of thing. 

Slurp slurp…slurp slurp….

“Ohh….mmmm…” Paxton freezes and moans, his mouth full. 

“Oh fuck… here, sport.” I whisper. Paxton unfolds himself and looks up at me. Cum drips from his lips onto his short beard. I point my steelhard cock towards him and he swallows my tool down.

Oh fuck, his mouth is so hot.

I can feel his cum. 

He fed himself a load. 

“UH!!” I grunt and squint my eyes. He twists his head on my cock in a wet tornado.

FUCK!

I burst in his mouth, unable to hold back any longer after thinking about the cum that's rolling around on his tongue.

Now it's on me. 

“MM!” I wipe my moustache in relief as the young man drains my cock. It's been a while since I've gotten some action and there's nothing quite like emptying it into someone. 

“Am I in trouble?” I look down at Paxton. His beard is covered in white juice. 

“No, but you should swallow,” I say awkwardly as a joke. 

“Yes, officer.” He wipes up his beard and feeds it to himself in a panic.