Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2021 18:55:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: The return of Detective Steve's Dom - installment 3

steve had moved in to Rigger Rick's apartment by the time the police
broke in and made the arrest.  When Rigger told steve he wanted him in
HIS apartment so he had easier access to him, steve had resisted.  Then,
Rigger dropped the hammer.  He didn't mention the apartment for a couple
of days,  and then one day, he pulled steve's wrists behind him, tied
them and pushed down on his head so steve was on his knees.  steve was
hot to give a blow job, and he thought that was what was happening:
Rigger had opened his pants, and his long, thick cock was there right in
front of steve's mouth.  As steve leaned in though, Rigger put a strong
palm on his forehead, and pushed him back.

"You want, it cop meat?"  he sneered at steve.
"yes sir.  I do.  I want it bad.  REALLY REALLY BAD."
Now there was a laugh mixed with the sneer.
"What do subs wants matter, bitch?"
steve gulped.  "They don't Sir.  They don't.  What i want doesn't
matter.  What matters is what you want."
Rigger smiled. "Is that right?"   He took his cock with his second hand,
moved it back and forth, and hit steve's cheeks with it every now and
then.
"PLEASE SIR.. PLEASE...."  steve began to bed.   Then Rigger began
putting his cock back in his pants.
"Nah, I don't think you mean it when you say what I want matters.  "  He
began to zip up.
"SIR!  PLEASE . PLEASE.  YOU KNOW I DO A GOOD JOB."
"Oh, I do, stevie boy.  I think you need to understand:  I can get a blow
job anywhere I want, from anyone.  What I want.. is you moving in."  He
smiled and opened his pants again.  "So...?"  He used his cock to his
steve's cheeks again, and this time, he traced a stick circle around
steve's lips.
"OK.  OK Sir.  I'll move in.  You're right Sir, of course you are. I'm
honored that you offered me.." then steve began to gag because Rigger had
just shoved his cock in.  Hungrily, steve dove for it. His "oral skills"
as they would say in school, were excellent, and Rigger was a demanding
top.
"You'll keep the apartment for show, bitch, but you're gonna be living
here.  " He took a handful of steve's hair.
"My boy.  My slave cop boy."  He shoved hard, and deposited a load down
steve's throat.  steve smiled as he swallowed the thick salty cum.  He
loved being used like this.

It took about two weeks for steve to move in what Rigger said he could.
Then, he used his own apartment, basically as a mailbox, and lived with
Rigger.  For a total submissive bottom like steve, it was heaven:  Rigger
demaned a blow job every morning, and took steve's ass every night.
There were weekly shaving sessions, and tons of bondage.  They were in
the middle of a bondage game, when the raid happened.  Rigger was very
fond of this game:  steve would hide three numbers  somewhere in the
apartment, and then, Rigger would "capture" him, stretch him out, and
torture him with edging, or nipple nibbling, etc, until he gave up the
information.  He had yielded, and then Rigger took his ass as his
reward.  He tied steve back up, put a wide strip of duct tape over his
mouth, and every 15 minutes or so, he'd come in and tease steve's cock.
He could do that for hours.

A federal investigation had linked Rigger to tax evasion, and that's what
led to the break in.  They took Rigger into custody, and as they searched
the apartment, they found steve on the bed.   One of the agents knew
him.
"STEVE?  STEVE RICH?  WHAT THE..."   He started untying steve, and
couldn't help but notice the hard on.  He laughed.
"I want you to get dressed so we can get you out of here, but... maybe
you need to take care of that first."
steve blushed.  "Thank you.. I think I'll be fine."  He was used to cum
denial.  Rigger used a cage on him, but tonight he had taken it off.
steve just pretended that he still had it on.
He went to the closet to get some clothes, and the agent saw that the
closet was filled with steve's stuff.
"Steve, it's really not my business, but... do we not have a case for
kidnapping and abusing a police officer?"
THAT's when the reality hit him.  He blanched.
"I don't think the case would stick."
The agent looked at him.  "I think you, I and some other people need to
have a talk."

Talk did follow.  Somehow it stayed confidential, but Detective Sharon
Henning, this agent (Agent Burke), and an ADA  (Justin Philips)
interviewed him.  At the end of it, Philips shook his head.
"You say there are photos?  And movies?"  steve liked the way Justin
looked: confident, big, muscular.  He knew he had a reputation as a
brutal prosecutor, and a total DOM.  He responded well to that.
"Yes sir.  All along the way."
Philips turned to the officers.
"I think the 'spin' we have to give this..." he took a deep breath.  "Is
that Detective Rich here decided not to do a pile on , and that he wanted
to get away from this incident as completely as possible. "  He looked at
steve, who was wondering how big the ADA's cock was, and how it would
taste.
"Yes sir.  I agree."
The feds never brought any kidnapping or abuse case against Rigger.  They
didn't think they needed to, because the tax case was so strong:  they
found piles of documents, goods, everything they needed, at the
apartment.
Three months later, it was learned that the US attorney who was handling
the case, had made "material misstatements"  on the application for the
warrant.  The motions followed, leading to Rigger's release.

steve knew nothing about that.  His buddies came by Rigger's apartment,
helping him move his stuff back to his own apartment, and not saying a
word.  steve realized by this time, how deeply he had gotten in, how he
COULD have been charged, and how his career COULD have been over, and in
time, he began getting over Rigger.

Being at the courthouse when Rigger was released was about to change all
that.

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After Rigger's arrest,  steve began going out again.  He'd take someone
home occasionally, or go home with someone, but he hadn't found anyone
who took control the way Rigger had.  Most nights, instead of going out
"on the prowl" as one of his friends put it, he'd just stay home and
masturbate, remembering the times that Rigger had him tied down before he
shaved and fucked him, or the way he knew how to nibble his ears JUST
hard enough to tread the line between pleasure and pain, or... the nipple
work.  The INCREDIBLE nipple work.   There were times when Rigger held
him down, and just barely brushed a double jointed thumb across his tits,
and steve was ready to shoot a geyer - except he couldn't, because Rigger
had him locked in chastity so  "my slut bitch doesn't go looking for
things away from home."  They both knew:  steve was getting all that he
wanted at home:  he hadn't looked since that night that Rigger broke
him.  His orgasms when he recalled those times, were always more intense
than the ones he had when he went on a "date."
Rigger's look had attracted him too.  The man was BIG.  He was at leat
6'4", and dwarfed steve.  His chest:  chiseled wasn't the right word for
it.  steve wondered if it could have gotten any more muscular, but he
figured while he was in prison, Rigger probably used the gym facilities a
lot.  His tattoos.  All over his body.   One of the things he had told
steve was that, at some point in the future, steve was gonna get one
too:  one that RIGGER chose, on a place on steve' body that RIGGER
chose.  And his shaved head:  sometimes, when they were in bed, and
Rigger was tonguing steve's ass, the light would bounce off that shiny
noggin, and it always got steve hotter.  ADA Philips reminded him of
Rigger in a lot of ways.  He knew Philips was gay.  He thought about
making a play for him, until he learned that Philips had a boy, bob, or
robert, or bobby, whom he had broken and kept as a house boy/slave at his
country home.  It wouldn't have been the first time steve did a three
way, but...
"Maybe I'll get a tattoo  anyway,"  steve thought as he squeezed into a
pair of tight 501s, put on a t shirt, a black one, and his leather
jacket.  He was going out that night.


The bar was filled with "the usual suspects."  This was where he had met
Rigger, and without saying so, steve was hoping he'd meet the next
Rigger.  So far, no luck.   Then....
"That guy looks familiar"  steve thought.  A BIG guy, with a shaved head
walked in.  He seemed to know people:  A LOT of people.  He had on a
short sleeved shirt that he was almost bursting out of, and when he
turned around and steve could see his chest, there was a huge, coiled
dragon running up from his navel, to his pecs.  The dragon had two
heads.
"You know who that is?  That's the retired ultimate fighter, the
champion.  Dragon.
"OF COURSE! " the thought went off in steve's mind.  Dragon hadn't fought
in at least five years, but it looked like he continued to work out.  He
might have been even bigger than Rigger.  He was DEFINITELY bigger than
ADA Philips. . He had a shaved head, and he was covered with tattoos.
And he was  hairy.

And he was leading a humpy blond number by a leash.  Was that a former
porn star? It was.
"He was a TOP"  steve thought.  And then he thought about the size
difference:  the blond guy was humpy, and had huge biceps, but he guessed
(correctly), that in a one on one fight, he would have no chance against
Dragon.
steve pulled his hand back from his crotch. He hadn't KNOWN it had
dropped there.  When it happened a second time, and a third time, he knew
he had to get out of the bar, before he did something stupid.
As he left, he felt a hard SMACK to his butt. He turned. Dragon was
smiling.
"GREAT ASS, STUD.  Don't let it go to waste."  Then he laughed and pulled
on the blond's leash.
"Let's go get a drink, boy."
"yes sir," he heard the man answer, from a head down position.
"Well trained"  steve thought.  "like me."
That night, he dreamed of being in bed with Rigger, Dragon and Philips.
He hadn't jerked off more than once for about 20 years.  He did that
night.  Three times.

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steve went on this way for about 3 months.  It was hard for him not to
blush when ADA Philips walked by, especially when he smiled at him, and
while he never saw Dragon at the bar again, he looked for videos on the
web showing him in action.  He spilled jizz into more than one hankie
that way.    Then things changed.

It was a  Wednesday night, steve remembered.  He had been late at the
precinct, catching up on paperwork.  It was a warm night and  he was glad
that he had dressed more casually than usual:  black polo shirt, thin
blue trousers, think jacket that he carried over his arm.  When he left
the precinct, he put the jacket back on, because he needed to hide his
service weapon.  He was taking public transportation home.
When he got home, and unlocked his door, he found.... Rigger.... sitting
in the middle of the living room, in his trademark wifebeater t shirt and
torn jeans.  He seemed to have more tattoos than when steve was his sub
.  There was a smile playing across Rigger's face.
"Working late, stevie?"
steve reached for his weapon:  "GET OUT.  GET OUT NOW."   Rigger
laughed.
"You and I both know, stevie, you're not gonna do anything with that
gun.  So, why don't you just take it out of the holster and put it on the
table, then assume the position against the wall."
Rigger's lack of fear unnerved steve.  He became even more ill at ease
when Rigger laughed
"C'mon sweetie.  I see the bulge in your pants.  Daddy's home, and daddy
gets what he wants.  ASSUME THE POSITION."
steve gulped.  Rigger was right:  he had thrown the hardest wood he had
thrown in months.  He reached inside his jacket and, frowning, put the
revolver down on the table.
"You can get rid of the coat too, handsome.  Makes frisking you easier."
steve said nothing, but got out of the coat, and .. assumed the
position.
"Good boy.  Good, good boy.   And a BAD man ha ha ha."  As Rigger ran his
hands over steve's body, steve began to breathe a little harder.  When
Rigger's hand found his bulge, he moaned.
"How the hell did you get in here, Rigger?"
Rigger squeezed his crotch.  "We forgetting our vocabulary, stevie?
Let's just say your apartment lacks for security.  Surprising for a cop
who's so HOT, men would break in to get them back. "  As Rigger pulled
steve's wrists behind his back, steve felt Rigger's mouth up against his
ear, and felt the warmth of his breath as he whispered.
"Gonna be great, BITCH.  And you don't call me 'RIGGER' anymore.  My name
is SIR"  steve winced as the ropes bit into his wrists.
"I don't belong to you anymore.  Fuck me and leave."  He felt Rigger's
rough hand on his neck, and he heard the laugh.
"Oh, no no no, sweetcakes.  Only half of that."  He pushed steve into the
chair he was just sitting in.   As he stepped behind him, Rigger squeezed
steve's bicep.
"NICE.  Ya haven't worked out as much as I have, but you kept up with
it."
"I haven't had as much time as you have," steve shot back, as Rigger
whispered into his ear  "open your mouth."
"NO,"  steve tried to clench his teeth.  A slap to his crotch forced him
to cry out, and then the bandana went between his lips , and he felt it
tighten as Rigger knotted it behind his head.   Then he walked around to
the front.
"So, slaveboi steve... time to pick up where we left off."
"mmmph nnnnnmph"  steve shook his head no, even as a spot of moisture
formed at his crotch.
"Spread those legs, bitch.  We're gonna have a talk."  When steve
resisted, he felt Rigger's fingers at his nipples.
"I SAID SPREAD THOSE LEGS BITCH"
The sensation that spread through steve was so strong, and the wet spot
was getting bigger.  He spread his legs.
"Now, let me explain to you how it's gonna be boy.  "  Rigger had taken a
small paddle that steve hadn't seen, and began brushing it up against
steve's crotch.
"mmmmmmmmmmmph,"  steve's voice was pleading:  it was a mixture of
wanting Rigger to stop, and to continue.
"For the short term, we're gonna live here.  Maybe three-four days before
we move back to my place- with the toys. "
steve shook his head violently NO, and he felt a WHACK to his crotch
harder than he liked.
"YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS PRETTY BOY?  "  It was
then that steve realized:  he didn't.  Resignedly, he shook his head
no."
"GOOD.  Then let's understand what's happening for tonight.  "  Rigger
grinned.  "I'm not sure I can trust you for a blow job... yet.  And
that's unfortunate for you because... it means I'm gonna FUCK you dry."
"mmmmmmmmmmmph. plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. "   Rigger was a hard fuck:  taking
a fuck from him dry, well, it could be painful.  steve had gotten used to
it before Rigger went to jail, but he was out of practice.
"I found a couple neckties in your closet.  I used them for your bed.
They'll do just fine.  Now... let's get back to where we were."  As
Rigger dragged steve to his bedroom, his second hand dropped to steve's
ass.
"I'm sure that's had attention from more than one man since I've been
gone.  That's about to change. " He leaned into steve and whispered.
"You'll only get one good scream out if you choose to, so I'm gonna take
out the gag.  You gonna behave?"
"mmmmmmmmmmmph"  steve shook his head weakly.
"GOOD.  It's important that you remember your place, copmeat. "
As the gag came out, Rigger's fingers came from behind steve, and got his
nipples.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH.  OOOOOOOOOOOOH SIR.  The way you do that.... "
"Heh heh.  Makes you melt, bottom, doesn't it?"
"yes sir"
steve felt the restraints getting loosened.  He didn't dare try to
escape, but he didn't want to.
"STRIP.   Then get on your back."
"yes sir. "  steve answered.
"WAIT. ONE THING ."  Rigger pulled steve to him and forced his tongue
down his throat.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."  Rigger was moaning.  When he finished, he looked
steve in the eye.
"I had my share of prison bitches, but none of them were as good as my
cop bitch.  NOW SHOW ME THAT SLAVE BOY BODY OF YOURS."
"yes sir."  steve undressed.  He put his hands behind his back.  His cock
jutted out, and Rigger laughed as he rubbed steve's glans with his two
fingers.
"My, SOMEONE is excited to see me.  " He looked steve over.  "And you
gave me an excuse to shave ya.  How nice.  "
steve exhaled as his nipples got mauled.  Rigger pushed him back on the
bed.  As his knee worked on steve's crotch, he fastened the necktie
bondage.
"We're gonna use MUCH more than this after we get to my digs.  You're
gonna love all I learned in prison."
steve was already loving what was happening, as he felt Rigger grab his
ankles and push his legs in the air.
"Heh heh.  We're gonna be working on those feet soon, too, studmuffin.
For now though..."  Rigger let go of steve's legs for a few minutes, so
that he could drop his ratty jeans, and pull off the wife beater.  He had
been sweating heavily, and his musky odor was filling steve's nose.  His
hips began to buck, just from the smell.  Rigger smiled.
"Wash the pit, sub cop"  .  He pushed his arm onto steve's mouth, and
steve's tongue dug in , hungrily.
"They both need washin' bitch"  Rigger changed arms.   Then he pulled
them away, and took steve's ankles back in his hands.
"Now... gonna take what belongs to me. "
steve whispered  "yes sir."  He caught a very quick look of a VERY hard
Rigger's cock before it plunged into him.
"OH MY GOD SIR IT'S TOO HARD TOO ROUGH.  TOO.. OH SHIT...."   Now that he
was inside steve, Rigger could move his fingers back up to steve's
nipples.  All of a sudden, he didn't feel too rough, or too harsh.  He
felt... DOMINANT.
"FUCK YOUR BITCH SIR.  FUCK ME.  FUCK ME HARD. OH FUCK YES....."
"Heh heh.  If I ever get sent back, I know who to put on my conjugal
visits list.  Detective steve rich - the bitch."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGH"  steve screamed as Rigger pushed harder,
and deeper.  steve had been fucked since Rigger got sent away, but never
like this.
"OH SHIT.  OH SHIT.  SIR.... SIR... may I shoot.  May I shoot my wad?
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE"  steve was begging.  He was fortunate.  Rigger
was right at the edge and one push... he began shooting into his sub
cop's ass.
"You'll get your chance now, stevie. Savor it.  After you get locked
up... who knows when I'll be in the mood?"
"Yes sir.. I understand."  Rigger toyed with steve's cock head again, and
it was enough. steve tried to cut down the sounds he was making:  he knew
that Rigger didn't like him being noisy during sex (and usually kept him
gagged), and he shot... he shot as hard as he had when he watched the
videos of Dragon fighting.  As he came, he imagined that Rigger was
Dragon, and he was pinned underneath him, with Rigger/Dragon using the
guillotine choke to put him out.
"you gonna welcome me home, mancunt?"  Rigger asked in a very gravelly
voice.
"Yes sir.  Welcome home Dragon,"  steve realized what he said just a
second before Rigger did.
"DRAGON? Did you say Dragon?"
"Yes sir.  I did.  Sorry Sir.  I... I didn't have pictures of you when
you were locked up so...."
"Heh heh.  You have a type bitch boi.  Let's just pretend you thought of
my cock as a dragon:  a fire breathing MONSTER, cause it's gonna burn you
up.  And I'm..."  He pushed steve's head to the side, and put his stubbly
chin on steve's neck.
"Like a Dragon, I'm gonna devour you.  GRRRRRRRRRRRRR"