Terror Training By John
36 photos
Billy had just joined our squad last week. Fresh out of the academy and still a little wet behind the ears. That was alright with us, because we were about to teach him a thing or two about how we run business around here.
You see, there is this “training” that we do to the newbies called “hostage interrogation”, you know…with all the big to do about terrorism lately, it is only fair that we teach the new guys how to survive here in our little town with a population of 1800 about being taken hostage by a terrorist. So….
Last Thursday we told Billy to meet us at the old police car mechanic’s garage to start his training. Man, when Billy showed up in his uniform I couldn’t believe how good he looked. His arm muscles filling the entire sleeve out and then straining against the seams to pop them open more. His chest pushed on the front of his shirt almost as if he were wearing a bullet proof vest…but he wasn’t, it was all him. And lets not forget that bulge he had in the front of his pants, now THAT was nice. How did I get to be so lucky to get picked to have Billy be my new partner? I don’t know and I don’t care…it happened and I’m thankful for it.
Our fake terrorist soon took control of Billy as he entered the garage, got him down on the floor, took his handcuffs from his utility belt, but them on him and then found some rope and began to tie Billy’s legs. He also grabbed some tape and covered Billy’s mouth and ears so he couldn’t yell for help and couldn’t see the rest of us just watching for fun. Cuz we all KNEW that this really wasn’t a “training” as much as it was a hazing for the new guy.
After our terrorist got Billy good and tied up Billy started screaming and tossing about trying to get up on his feet so that he might be able to move around better. All you could hear from Billy was some low moans and grunts, and the occasional scream for help, but of course that was so muffled you couldn’t really understand it.
After what seemed to be about 30 minutes of just watching Billy twist and contort his body trying to free himself from the ropes and handcuff to no avail, he finally managed to get to a standing position. Well….Our “terrorist” didn’t like that at all and so he grabbed Billy’s arms and put them over his head and tied a rope around a beam that ran across the room and stretched Billy’s torso and arms up towards the ceiling.
What a sight! I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I was getting so turned on by all this rough man to man play. And I knew that it was just play, but damn, I wanted to take over as the terrorist since this WAS my new partner.
At the new member dinner we had just the other night, Billy had no problems stating how big his “manhood” was in front of all of us. I mean…this kid was right out of the corn-fed boys from Nebraska. Well, we decided to find out for ourselves. So we began to rip off Billy’s clothes. Opening up his shirt and exposing his red nipples. YUM!
Next came the pants.
WOW. It seems that Billy wasn’t kidding. Either that or he REALLY enjoyed what we were doing to him, because just looking at him there in his tighty whities he looked really good and really hung. I thought to myself “how fun would that be to play with during our shifts in the patrol car together?”. And finally, the underwear…it was pulled down to the floor exposing Billy’s cock. His cock pointed straight out towards us, like it was going to take revenge on us if it ever got loose.
“Oh shit, the Captain is here!” screamed Ted, who was our lookout. We quickly grabbed some rope tied Billy’s cock and balls to one end and the other end to the door, so that when our Captain came in the door, he would pull the rope that was attached to Billy’s cock and balls. How fun this day was turning out to be!
The End
Billy played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2004