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Danny - 10: A rookie cop wakes to find himself handcuffed to the man who introduced him to light bondage the night before. He couldn't believe what was handcuffed to what. Now how would he react?
Emil wakes up:
The young rookie cop slowly woke up. 'What a nightmare,' he thought. He could feel the warmth of a naked body curled into his and smiled. He must have found a girl at the bar. God knows he had gone for too long a time without anyone. 'I must have been drunker than I thought, because I don't remember picking her up at all.'
He opened his eyes and smiled down into the crystal gray eyes and thick black lashes of the ... boy? He jerked up straight in shock and felt a sudden surge of pain in his balls and ass. "Oww!"
The young man smiled gently and reached up to cup his cheek in one warm hand. "Good morning, Emil," he said softly.
'Danny. His name is Danny. God, I must have been really, really drunk.' The incredulous thought occurred.
Emil froze as memories of the night before flooded back to him. He glanced down their entwined bodies and blushed vividly when he saw the handcuffs running from one set of balls to the other. He closed his eyes tightly and very hesitantly reached behind himself, only to snatch back his hand with a muffled sob as it brushed the nightstick in his asshole. He could not believe what he had done last night.
Danny stroked his cheek and leaned forward to lick gently along his lower lip. Emil flinched.
Danny spoke with light laughter in his voice, inviting Emil to share the joke. "Emil, it would be nice if you either give me the keys to the cuffs, or get up and come with me. But we can't stay in bed much longer, as much as I'd like to. I'm really not into pissing on myself."
"I have the keys?" The cop's eyes flew open. 'If I have the keys, why am I cuffed to this guy? I really don't want to think about the answer to that.' Even the light movements of Danny's lithe body against his were rapidly wakening part of his anatomy. His mind might be quailing, but other parts of his body were enthusiastic.
Danny grinned and silently pointed to the post on the corner of the bed. With his longer arms, Emil was just able to reach the strap of the keys. There was no way Danny could reach it without castrating one or both of them. Emil didn't want to think about that either. He just unfastened the cuffs and echoed the other man's sigh of relief.
They both rubbed their abused testicles. Danny said ruefully, "That was fun, but next time we need to take them off before we go to sleep. I almost did something really bad to us when I tried to roll over last night."
Emil flinched, 'Next time? I'm still not sure what happened 'last' time. And I don't think I really want to know.'
Danny slid down the bed and, kneeling between Emil's legs, grasped his knees and bent them up and out, exposing his filled ass. Emil flushed and did not look as Danny reached for the nightstick. Danny was very casual in his familiarity with Emil's butt. If what he remembered was true, Danny knew every millimeter intimately.
Danny slid the black stick gently back and forth a few times and smiled at the involuntary moan of mixed pain and pleasure, then pulled it out. Emil was probably much too sore today, after losing his cherry all night long, to have any fun right now. A hot bath would make him feel much better. Then a nice long workout with the other guards.
Danny frowned slightly, 'I better warn Jose. I don't think Emil's up to his idea of a workout yet. Maybe later when he feels better.'
Danny had been working as a guard as well as Horace's plaything for more than a year now. He had spent so much time with the other guards, that Horace had decided to hire him to fill a vacancy when one of the temporary guards he had hired did not work out.
He was very happy with that arrangement. He liked being a guard much more than he had a whore. Although, he probably spent more time in bed with the boss now than he ever had with his customers from the streets. 'It gives the words 'guard mount' a whole new meaning,' he chuckled to himself.
He swung out of bed and held out a hand for the other man. 'Emil's a little shy right now. But I'll take care of that. Last night was too special to let something irrelevant like previous sexual preferences to interfere. He will come around soon enough. Or just come enough, if that's what it takes. No problemo, as Jose says.'
Emil accepted the help gratefully. 'I can't take my confusion out on Danny. It's not fair. He kind of has reason to think I want his attention. Especially since I'm the one who woke him up the last time, sucking his dick, then cuffing us together, and humping him 'til we both came. If I remember correctly, and I rather suspect that I do.'
He yawned and stretched. Oh, he was still tired. And there were some very sore places on his body. He stumbled after the other young man towards the bathroom.
Emil slammed to a halt, his breath catching in shock as he saw Danny peeing. The young man's back and ass were striped with welts and fairly fresh bruises, laid over the shadows of older marks. At Emil's sudden hiss, Danny looked over his shoulder and grinned.
"What do you say to a warm shower, then a workout in the gym?" he asked cheerfully.
The cop rose in Emil, pushing aside the lover for a moment. "What happened to your back?" he asked sharply.
Danny shrugged and met his outraged look with slighted hooded eyes. "Nothing that concerns you. Don't worry about it," he answered in a warning tone. 'Leave it alone, Emil. Nothing's going to change that.'
Danny had forgotten how people tended to react to marks like that. The other guards had learned long ago to turn their eyes and pretend they didn't see anything. Jose hated it enough that he would not sleep with Danny for a day or so after the boss punished him. Carlos had been furious and only the presence of James and Jose prevented him from storming out and confronting Horace.
Danny accepted their concern, but it was his body. And he had grown to enjoy the pain along with the pleasure. Sometimes. Not always, but usually.
Emil frowned and started to continue, but Danny reached an arm around his neck and pulled his face down with a surprisingly strong grip.
"Hush, Emil. Don't spoil it now," he murmured as he began to kiss the other persuasively.
Emil resisted for a moment, then sighed, and pulled Danny close to his big body. Rubbing chest-to-chest and groin-to-groin, the two young men kissed deeply and lingeringly. When they came up for air, Emil leaned his forehead against Danny's and said softly, "Okay. I won't interfere. But I don't like it."
Danny patted his butt and told him, "I understand. Now how about that shower? I have to get to work soon."
Emil started, then realized that he was off today. He grinned. "Sounds good to me. Um, Danny? Where do you work? And where are we?" He blushed furiously as he asked the questions that had been boiling in his mind since he woke up with the other man.
Danny stopped and looked at him in surprise. "We're at Mr. Horace's estate. I'm a guard here. But you already knew that from when he hired you. Didn't you ask anything before you agreed?"
'Hired? Agreed? What is Danny talking about?' Emil shook his head and gazed at the other young man in confusion. "The last thing I remember is getting a drink at the bar while I waited for Joe. Then there were these big guys tying me to the bed and you came in a while later."
Danny stared at him open mouthed. "You're not an actor? Where'd you get the costume?"
"What costume?"
"You know. The police outfit. It looked so real."
"Danny, it is real. That's my uniform."
Emil watched in confusion as Danny paled, then squeaked, "You're a cop?"
"Of course, what do you think I was doing with the uniform on?"
Danny stared at him speechlessly. He stared back. 'What is going on here?' They both wondered.
A soft chuckle from the doorway brought both young men spinning around. Jose leaned against the frame, indolently studying Emil's hard, naked body with obvious appreciation. Emil flushed, then his eyes sharpened as he recognized one of the men who had tied him to the bed the other day. He clenched his fists and took a step forward.
Jose grinned widely, "Morning, amigos. You like my little gift, Danny? Hmmm, I guess little is not the right word at all, now is it?" he asked suggestively, licking his lips while staring at Emil's cock. 'Blonds blush so nicely.'
Danny frowned. "Jose, I thought Mr. Horace hired Emil for my birthday. What are you talking about?"
Jose waved a languid hand in the air, still keeping an alert eye on the rapidly reddening cop. The young guard looked lazy, but could move like lightning if he needed to. 'I might be very glad of my black belt if the rookie there decides to go ballistic.'
"Si, Si. He hired some whore for you, but the guy was hopeless. And we had this luscious piece of meat all trussed up and ready for his lesson. I figured that if you didn't want him, then I would take care of him. Nice boys share their presents, Danny," he said hopefully.
Emil started to lunge towards his tormenter, but Danny somehow got between them. He stopped as he slammed into Danny's back.
The young man frowned at his friend. "Jose, stop teasing him. What do you mean, you had him all trussed up? Why was he tied to my bed, if not for me?"
Jose actually flushed slightly, "Umm, I think I hear James calling me. I'll see you at the gym in a while. Adios." He darted out of the room. Emil and Danny stared after him, then looked at each other, and shrugged.
"I don't know, Emil. I guess we could chase him down and find out what's going on right now, if you want to." Danny tried to keep the disappointment out of his face and voice.
Emil shook his head slowly, "No. We will find out soon enough. Nothing is going to change last night. Now, you were talking about a hot shower?" He raised Danny's chin in time to see the beautiful smile spread across his face in relief.
'I'll find out what the fuck-up was and deal with what ever needs to be done. But I can't believe Danny knew anything about my kidnapping. He was too surprised. I just want a little longer with him before we have to face the world again.' He lowered his mouth to the curved lips waiting for him.
Emil stared at his partner in disbelief. "You did What?" he demanded. "Why?"
Joe had the grace to look embarrassed, but he shrugged and met his partner's outraged look. "I was getting tired of all your snide comments about fags. All I wanted to do was teach you a little tolerance. It just went further than I thought it would."
"I can't fucking believe you set me up like that," Emil sputtered.
Joe rolled his eyes. "Hey. Calm down, Emil. You enjoyed it. You wouldn't have met Danny if not for what I did. You should thank me for what happened."
Emil just glared at him. "That's not the point."
Joe smiled. Emil flushed.
He snapped, "Oh all right. So I like Danny. You still set me up."
Joe grinned, "Oh yeah. And you got a wonderful night and a new friend out of it. Play your cards right and Danny will warm your bed quite enthusiastically. He's rather energetic."
Emil rolled his eyes. "I noticed."
Joe punched him on the shoulder. "Hey. I never got to fuck him."
Emil glared, "And you better not. He's mine. You keep your paws off of him."
Joe raised a brow. "Don't get possessive, Emil. Danny won't like it. He's not going to leave Horace or his other friends just for you."
Emil looked down at the ground and sighed, "Hey Joe. I'm still new to this stuff. I just hope he wants to see me again."
Joe frowned suddenly. "Emil, did you and Danny talk at all about his past?
"No, not really. Just that he came to work for Mr. Horace a year or so ago. I gather he sleeps with that Jose character and one of the others also." Emil shrugged.
Joe looked away, then met his partner's worried eyes. "You better talk to him before you get too wound up in each other. Danny's been through some rough times. There's a few things you ought to know before you get too involved."
Emil frowned, "Like what? I know he's into some rough stuff. I saw his back. But he won't answer my questions about it."
Joe just shook his head. "Ask him where he used to live before. And what he did. Then decide. I don't want to say anything more. But make sure you talk to him before you get an ugly surprise."
Emil swore as he reached for the wrench that was just out of his grasp. A hand picked it up and handed it to him. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes with the back of one arm and finished tightening the filter.
"There. All done."
He slid out from under his car and stood, wiping greasy hands on an old rag. Danny lounged against the side of the garage. Emil smiled in surprise and pleasure. "Hey Danny, how did you find me?"
Danny just shrugged. "Phone book."
He scuffed at the drive with one running shoe. By the looks of him, he had been out jogging. He wore a pair of silky running shorts and a cropped sleeveless t-shirt. A bandanna around his head as a sweatband made him look like one of the punks that hung around the park. But he was cute. His toned body filled out the brief clothes in a way that suddenly made Emil's mouth water and his sweats tent out.
"Want something to drink?" Emil asked, hoping Danny would agree to come inside. Hoping he might agree to other things as well. Emil sniffed and sighed to himself. 'Maybe after a shower. I'm a bit strong after mowing the lawn and then working on the car.'
Danny nodded. "Yeah."
He trailed after Emil into the small apartment. It was plainly decorated, but neat and clean. Emil got some of the lemonade he had made earlier and poured it into the plastic cups left over from a festival last month.
Danny gulped his down, then shifted uneasily under Emil's curious gaze. "Emil, the reason I came was to talk to you. To explain." He looked down at the floor.
Emil smiled. "It's okay, Danny. Joe told me that he set me up. It wasn't your fault. And I ended up enjoying everything. Although, it's probably a good thing you didn't take the gag out until you did."
Danny reddened. "No, not about the other night. About me."
Emil raised a brow. "You're gay. I guessed that about the time you started playing with my cock. I was pretty positive when you sat on my cock and fucked your ass with it."
Danny flushed, but grinned. He opened his mouth, but Emil just ignored him and continued, "You're sleeping with that other guy, Jose, at least. And you won't tell me what happened to mark your back like that. But I recognize a beating when I see it. I figure you're into some rough stuff, some bondage sex. Since I was all tied up and you assumed I was for you, that was pretty obvious, too."
Danny nodded, setting his cup down carefully, then blurted out, "You're gonna find out. I mean, my record's probably still down at the station, and a lot of the cops know me. Hell, your partner even took me in a time or two."
He paused, looking at the floor, then raising an unhappy face to meet Emil's curious gaze. "I used to be on the street, Emil. Before Mr. Horace hired me."
Emil shook his head. "I don't understand, Danny. You were what, a punk, a thief? Part of a gang?"
Danny swallowed and said softly, "No. I was a whore."
Emil froze. He had not expected that. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and turned away.
Danny continued softly, "I'm not anymore. Mr. Horace stopped that when I came to him. But I belong to him now. However he wants; and whoever he wants. I just wanted to tell you myself. Before someone else did."
Emil clenched his fists and spun around, his blue eyes icy. He spat out, "So I was just a job, just a trick your pimp wanted fucked?"
Danny shook his head frantically. "No. Not that. He's not my pimp. He doesn't sell me. Just fucks me. I thought you were a present from him for my birthday."
Emil glared at the distressed young man. "Get out! I don't ever want to see you around me again. Just forget everything that happened."
He turned away and stared at the sink until he heard the door close quietly behind him. His hands clenched on the counter. He tilted back his head and drew a deep breath. He wasn't upset. It didn't mean anything. And he certainly wasn't crying over a punk whore that used him. He angrily brushed his cheeks, but they were still wet.
"Horace, I think you need to see to Danny." James met the boss at the door with a worried look.
"Why, what's up?"
"I'm not sure. But I think it has something to do with the rookie from the other night. Danny went out for a jog and came back a little while ago, really upset. He's in the back bedroom. He got into his leathers."
Horace raised an eyebrow. "Oh. You're right. I better check on him. I know I didn't ask for him tonight."
James shook his head. "You want me to come with you?"
Horace thought for a moment. "Yes. It would probably be a good idea. If he wants to get worn out, it's going to take both of us. I'm not as young as I used to be. And if he's in leather, Jose isn't going to want to get as rough as he wants."
James nodded. "That's what I thought."
They walked together to the back bedroom where Horace usually took Danny. The bed was extra sturdy and had straps in strategic locations. They paused for a moment and looked through the cameras into the room.
Danny was curled up on the floor beside the bed. He wore the leather leggings and chest straps, without the g-string. There were leather cuffs on his wrists and his black collar with the studs was around his neck. He had wrapped Horace's strap around his wrists, tying them together.
He had fastened one of the clips to a reddened nipple and the other wire trailed between his legs. He shook lightly and bit his lip occasionally as the light on the shocker flashed. But even then, he did not move.
He was watching the doorway steadily, patiently, waiting. They looked at each other and shook their heads. Danny was obviously upset if he was punishing himself, and not even enjoying it the way he usually did.
Harold stepped into the room and Danny started. He looked up at his master with a bruised expression of dumb misery on his face. His eyes were dry, but wounded. Danny's expression did not change as he saw James walk in behind Horace.
Horace started to undress. James just lifted Danny and pushed him on to the bed, unwrapping the leather strap from his wrists. He removed the shocker clips and dropped them to the floor. He stroked Danny's tense body familiarly. Horace sat on the bed on the other side. James quickly shed his clothing. Both men lay down, pressing Danny between them.
Slowly their hands roamed over the upset young man. Gradually he began to relax under their familiar touches. James cupped his balls and began to gently slide his hand up and down the soft shaft. Slowly it hardened.
Horace pulled his face into a deep, rough kiss, that left both of them gasping for air. James lifted his arms over his head and fastened the cuffs to a strap at the head of the bed. He rolled Danny over on top of his body and began to rub cock to cock.
Horace knelt behind them and grasped Danny's ass, pulling the cheeks apart. He probed for a second with his huge cock, then suddenly pushed into Danny's body. Danny's back arched and he gasped with pain at the sudden invasion. Then he began to squirm as Horace slowly drew out.
James bent his legs at the knees and pulled Danny's erection down to his ass. Eagerly, the boy shoved his cock deep into the warm opening. As Horace slammed into Danny's body, he pushed Danny deep into James. They rocked back and forth until a light sheen of sweat beaded the boy's face.
Horace paused, allowing James to pump Danny on to them with his hip movements. He reached for the leather strap and folded it over. Suddenly he brought it down on Danny's back. Danny moaned and writhed, but made no attempt to escape the stinging blows. James felt the young man's cock swell and pump with each blow. He grabbed Danny's face and began to eat his mouth. Danny responded eagerly.
Horace interspersed the beating with deep thrusts of his huge cock. Stretching Danny's ass, flailing his back. Danny pushed into James' hard body desperately. Suddenly, his back arched and he moaned into James' mouth. The big guard felt the hot spurt of Danny's cum into his bowels. The pulsing of the cock inside him against his prostate. He clenched his ass and resisted the urge to cum also.
Danny sagged lightly on to his hard body, panting with his effort. His face was still glazed and he did not look ready to stop at all. James pulled out from underneath him and yanked him up to his hands and knees. James rubbed his aching cock against the soft pretty mouth and the boy opened eagerly.
James pushed into the warm wet mouth and down Danny's throat. Pulling out, he felt the rush of air as Danny gasped for breath. Then the rough swirl of tongue and lips as the young man sucked on his hard cock head. Again he shoved down into the tight throat. Horace rocked Danny back and forth, impaling him onto James' hard cock with every deep thrust.
He dropped a hand between Danny's legs and found the semi-erect cock, still slick from cumming inside James. He began to slid his hand roughly back and forth. Stopping to squeeze the balls, then yanking on the shaft again as he felt Danny clench his ass and stifle a moan of pain.
James groaned and came. Danny tried to lurch off of him, but the big man just laced his fingers in the boy's hair and held him, spurting deep into his mouth until he felt Danny begin to swallow. Reluctantly at first, then eagerly licking and nuzzling for the last taste.
He pulled out of Danny's mouth and pulled him up by the hair to plunder his mouth and share the taste of his cum. Danny moaned deep in his throat and leaned into the deep plunging kiss.
Horace continued to slam into his ass. He grabbed Danny's hips and thrust as hard as he could. James reached between their legs and grabbed both sets of balls, mashing and squeezing them painfully. Danny cried out softly, through gritted teeth. Horace grunted and Danny felt the hot spurt of his release inside his bowels.
Horace pulled free quickly and rolled Danny over. He knelt over the young man's face and pushed the wet, dripping cock into his mouth. Danny opened eagerly and began to lick and suck it.
James knelt between Danny's legs and began to suck his cock. Quickly, Danny was hard again. Two huge fingers shoved roughly into his stretched ass and began to rub.
Danny sucked harder on the cock in his mouth. His hips began to pump against the fingers. He grabbed Horace's thighs and squeezed as he sucked the thick juicy cock. His silent panting increased. His back arched. He wrapped his legs around James' neck and tried to shove his cock deeper into the wet sucking mouth.
James swallowed until he felt the warm salty cum sliding down his throat. After he came again, James mounted him and began to fuck him slow, deep, and hard.
Between the two men, they kept Danny aroused and fucking most of the night. All three were exhausted by the time Danny relaxed enough to cry silently as James held and stroked him. Horace kissed him deeply, getting a soft satisfied sigh in return.
Danny looked up with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you, sir. I'm sorry. I just needed to hurt as badly outside as I did inside."
Horace patted him and groaned softly. "It's okay, Danny. I do love you, you know."
Danny smiled sadly, "I know. I was just upset. I forgot how some people react to me being a whore. I got kind of spoiled by the way everyone here accepts me and what I used to be. He said he never wants to see me again. I didn't think he'd be that way."
James pulled him closer as Horace petted the boy's hair. "We like you just the way you are, Danny. No one else matters." Horace kissed him again and left him to snuggle into James' warm embrace.
A few days later, James, Jose, and Danny were at their usual bar. Jose had unbent enough in the face of Danny's unhappiness to play with his friend, despite the still vivid marks from the long bondage session. As long as Danny kept a t-shirt on so that he could not see the bruises.
Danny watched from the bar as James and Jose challenged another pair to pool. As usual, Jose was flirting. The other couple was amused. Suddenly there was a silence in the bar, spreading from the doorway. Danny looked up to see what was going on.
A tall man in a police uniform stepped into the bar, ignoring the stares. Cops weren't overly welcome in this bar. He glanced around the room, quickly finding the person he was looking for. He strode authoritatively into the bar and stopped in front of Danny.
Removing the mirror shades, he ran a hand through the short-cropped white hair. Danny stared at him impassively. Jose frowned and started forward angrily. James stopped him, but they both stepped closer, ready to defend their friend, if necessary.
It wasn't.
Emil met Danny's blank stare and winced. Then he said, "Danny. I'm sorry. I was an ass. I didn't really mean what I said. I was just trying to hurt you because I was upset. Will you forgive me?"
Danny looked up at him, emotions flashing through his face: hurt, and hope. He said softly, "It's true, you know. I can't change what I was. And most of the people here know it. Some of them have had me. Bear fucked me on that pool table right there in front of the whole bar. They made bets on how long he could keep it up. I used to go behind the bar and suck off Rodrigo, the tender, cause he'd feed me dinner after. They know I was a whore."
Emil flinched, but shook his head violently, "I don't care. Well, yes I do, but it doesn't matter anymore. These last few days I've done nothing but think about you and me. It took me a while, but I decided it didn't matter what you did. It's what you are now that counts. Will you forgive me?"
Danny smiled tremulously and nodded, biting his lip.
Emil grinned. "Hey, act like you mean it," he said suggestively.
Danny looked uncertain. Emil grabbed his chin and latched on to Danny's soft mouth. Danny sighed and wrapped his arms around the taut uniformed body, leaning into the kiss. The bar relaxed. Someone whistled. Someone laughed.
Emil grabbed the rounded ass and pulled Danny's lithe figure against his body, holding him tightly. They rubbed crotch to crotch as they devoured each other's faces.
Jose snorted in disgust and snuck a quick grope at the man trying to shoot. Both men gave up on the pool and pinned him to the wall, taking turns feeling him and kissing him. Jose was delighted with the attention. James cleaned up the remaining balls on the table. Danny and Emil were oblivious to everyone else.