In the Basement by Fidelis
30 photos
Shaun paced nervously through the quiet halls of the psych offices. This part-time job as a security guard for the university was giving him some much needed cash to help pay for his education, but he hated it. Since the university campus cops had gone on strike a lot of the students had got jobs as security guards. Shaun missed seeing the campus cops strutting around the university, wearing those great uniforms. There was one in particular that he really missed seeing – a big blond hunk with a mustache. Shaun didn’t know why it made him happy whenever he saw this cop – the cop reminded Shaun of the captain on one of his favourite TV shows. Shaun wished that his parents’ hadn’t pushed him into studying accounting. He would much rather be a cop! He also wished that his security guard uniform looked more like a cop uniform; the company that had hired him was running short of complete uniforms. Still, it was kind of neat to have this nice shiny badge and the shirt with patch on the shoulder. If only he had real training, and was able to carry a XXXX and pepper spray and stuff like that.
Shaun flinched when he heard a strange noise in the basement of the building. He knew that he had to investigate, but he hated that basement. Whenever he was down there, he felt as if someone was watching him. He reluctantly went down the stairs. He heard the noise again. He squared his shoulders and made his way to where he thought the sound originated. As he paused in the doorway, something heavy struck him on the back of the head. He went crashing to the floor.
"GGGMMMWHATMMHAPPENED?"
Shaun’s eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness. What had happened to him? Why did he have such a funny taste his mouth? He tried to rub his aching head and realized that he couldn’t move his hands. His hands were pulled behind him, and something was tightly roped around his wrists. The peculiar taste in his mouth was due to a piece of smelly cloth that had been XXXX between his teeth and tied behind his head. He could feel the knot of the cloth pressing into the back of his head. As he looked down, he saw white rope encircling his chest, and more around his knees and ankles. Golly, what had happened to him? And why did he have that strange feeling inside his pants. He tested his bonds and the hardness increased. Gee, his dick was as hard as rock! How strange.
Shaun struggled against the ropes a little more, and as he did so he felt his cock getting harder and harder. He moaned as his male member popped out of his shorts and started rubbing against the inside of his trousers. Oh, that felt SO good. He twisted around a bit, biting down on the gag in his mouth, and groaned even louder. Oh golly, this was wonderful! He rocked from side to side, feeling the tight ropes against his body, savouring the feeling of the cloth against his tongue. He experimented more, making cries for help.
"MMMHHEEEELLPPPMEEE! MMPLLEEATH!"
Oh, that made his cock feel even better. Here he was tied up and gagged and helpless in his security guard uniform and he had never felt hornier in his life.
"Shut your mouth, you scab. If you don’t I’ll make you sorry!"
"GGGGMMMPHHH!"
Shaun’s eyes nearly started out of his head as a big, meaty hand was clamped over his already gagged mouth. He knew this guy! It was the big blond cop with the mustache. Shaun moaned with disappointment as the cop hand was removed from his mouth. He had felt his cock jump for joy when he saw the cop, now out of uniform and wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
"You lie there and don’t make a sound. Shit, I can’t believe they hired a bunch of kids to replace us. Those administrative idiots will realize what a big mistake they have made."
Shaun whimpered as the campus cop left him alone. He wanted the cop to stay – having him around made him feel even hornier. Shaun started wriggling around and yelling into his gag. He was desperately trying to rub his cock even harder against the inside of his pants. Oh, it felt so good! If he had a free hand he would be able to jack himself off, but then…if his hands were free he might not feel the same intense excitement.
"I thought I told to lie still and make any noise. Shit, you really are a stupid fuck. Going to college and you can’t even understand a simple order. I told you I’d make you sorry if you put up a fuss. I’m gonna make sure you don’t try to get loose.
"GGGMMMPHHOOHHHHH!"
Shaun was in heaven as the campus cop throttled him. He didn’t think this experience could get any better, but feeling that big cop hand around his throat was driving him crazy.
"What the fuck? You some kind of fag, kid? Shit, you got my hand all messy, dripping all over it. I’ll make you wish that you had kept quiet!"
"MMMOOHHHHHHHH!"
Shaun squirmed in ecstasy as the cop squeezed his cock and balls, squeezed them hard. Cripes, he had never felt anything like this living down on the farm. Harder, he thought, squeeze them harder.
"There, that should do the job. That hurts, doesn’t it? That’ll be a lesson to all of you punk scabs. I hope you enjoy yourself. You sure as hell won’t try to move now."
This was getting better and better. The campus cop had tied up Shaun’s cock and balls, tied them tight. The pressure was incredible and exquisite. Shaun looked down at his hard cock, all tied up with white rope, and his bulging balls, which had their own share of rope. Gosh, he had never experienced anything like this in his life. He shifted experimentally. Oh yeah, that was good, moving around like that created even more pressure on his captive genitalia. What bliss, what joy! Shaun lay down on his side, arching his body. He nearly passed out, as he felt the ropes tightening, pulling even harder on his abused cock and balls. He wanted this feeling to go on forever, but at the same time he wanted to blow his wad.
Shaun rolled and struggled for hours. He couldn’t believe the intensity of the feelings that he was experiencing. When Pastor Zimmerman had lectured the boys in the youth club about the sins of the flesh, he had never talked about anything like this! Shaun had never wanted to fool around with any of the girls in the 4H club – perhaps the wonderful things he was feeling now explained that lack of interest. He just wished that the campus cop would could come back and squeeze his cock and balls even harder.
Shaun arched his back one more time, straining his body to its limit, the rope pulling his genitals even harder. He started shooting a huge gusher of cum into the air. Once again he felt himself losing consciousness.
"Oh, what happened?" Shaun lay on the basement floor, smelling the musty carpet. He was sure that someone had hit him on the head, and then….No, it was impossible – it couldn’t have been a dream! Or could it? Was his mind trying to tell him something? But the experience had seemed so incredibly real. In fact, his cock and balls were still pleasantly sore. And what was the messy, smelly pool of goo on the carpet? As he staggered to his feet, his fingers brushed against a piece of white rope. Hmmm. This was very strange. But it didn’t matter. Shaun had had an epiphany. No more accounting for him! He was going to join the police academy. If what he had dreamed about could happen to a lowly security guard, think what could happen to a real cop!
THE END
Shaun played by Gary
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/22/2005