Conned and Controlled
This story is pure fiction and contains urination and unprotected sex. I don't advocate unsafe sex, but it is fiction.
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It had been a rough week. My girlfriend had dumped me the previous weekend. She said I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I don't know how she could have said that, I was screwing her at least once a week. But she really didn't like taking it up the ass or giving me a blow job, but I would give it to her the way she liked once in a while. I mean it wasn't all about her.
Then the case I was working on was becoming more and more difficult. There seemed to be only one lead left to us and I wasn't happy with it. As the lead detective on the serial killer case that was plaguing the city it was up to me to solve the case. It was now up to 10 murders and all leads had turned to shit.
So here I was in the maximum security prison with a criminal psychologist interviewing this sociopath that seemed to know all about the crimes and who could be the one we should go after. The psychologist was this athletic man of 45 who seemed very self-assured and in control.
I had done my work out before work and was beginning to show some results. I had showered after the workout, but the humidity of the day and the stress and pressure of everyone on me to solve this case was causing me to sweat up a storm.
We seemed to be at a standstill. The inmate sociopath was stonewalling and didn't want to give us any more information unless we complied with all of his requests. He just sat there smiling as I got more and more pissed off with him. He just seemed to be enjoying pushing my buttons and seemed to know which ones to push.
He was harping on how ineffective I had been and how a real man would have figured it all out by now. Was I some wimp that couldn't even get the facts straight and see what was in front of me.
The shrink could tell I was losing it, so he asked for a break and took me outside the interrogation room. "Look this guy is yanking your chain. You are not going to get anywhere with him until you concede to some of his demands."
I ran my hands through my hair, and then shook my head. "Damn it! What kinds of demands does he have?"
The shrink, who seemed to still be cool and calm, put a hand on my shoulder, calming me down. "Mike, he is very skilled at manipulating people. His demands will likely be things he has been craving since he came in here." He leaned in closer to me and looked me in the eye. He smelled of soap and musk. His eyes were a brilliant green and his breath was minty and fresh. He must have popped a mint or something. He had a firm grip on my shoulder. I could feel his strength in his grip. This guy was fit. A tuft of hair was showing over the top of this t-shirt under his button-down shirt.
Why was I so focused on this guy and his build and smell, I found myself wondering? I looked him straight in the eyes as he continued speaking, but I was noticing his dark five o'clock shadow. "Mike, focus!" he said shaking my shoulder a bit.
"If you want the answers to your questions you are going to have to find out what his demands are and meet them." He reached over and lifted my chin up a bit and I noticed the dark hairs growing out of the backs of his fingers. I guess he saw me looking down because he said, "Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, sir," I said wondering where the "sir" came from. I met his gaze and he gave me a smile and a little squeeze on the shoulder. That caused me to become aware of my sweaty smell.
"Are you ready to go back in there and find out what his demands are?" he asked sternly. "Are you ready to commit to this, so we can solve this? Because this guy appears to be your only hope of solving this crime spree." I realized what he was saying was true. It seemed to be the only way we were going to get the information we needed. I nodded.
He shook my shoulder firmly again, "Use your words!" he said just as firmly.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Okay, then let's get back in there."
We went back in the room and the guy was still setting here nice and calm with a wicked smile on his face. "Okay," I said as calmly as I could, "what are your demands?"
The burly guard in the room came over and handed me several folded sheets of paper. The prisoner said, "There are 5 of them. You must agree to do all of them before you open them. You will open them in order. All of them will take place in this room and nothing else is needed to fulfill them than what is in this room." He looked at me directly as he said these things. I guess he was making sure his instructions were clear.
I looked around the room. There was the small cell the prisoner was in, the guard, the shrink and myself. The table we were sitting at had the two chairs. There wasn't much in the room. It seemed like this was going to be excessively easy. I thought for a moment and said, "But you will remain locked in your cell and have no contact with us." It came out as a question, but I meant it to be a statement.
"That is correct," he said. "I simply wish to watch and experience it as an observer."
That made me think again, "And no one is going to get killed or maimed?"
He gave a wry smile and said, "You are reasoning everything out and that is good. And you are correct."
I looked at the shrink and he looked cool as ever. He was watching me carefully, his eyes searching my face. He seemed to be giving me a signal of some sort. I widened my eyes in kind of "is this okay" kind of look. He then gave me the barest nod.
"Okay," I said weakly, and then again, "Okay, we will meeting your requirements," more firmly and nodded my head. I had no idea what was on the sheets of paper. Was I going to have to sing or do a dance or something? Who knows what this guy would want.
He looked to the stack of papers I was holding. I looked down and saw the one on top was marked #1. I put the others on the table and unfolded the paper. It simply said, "Strip." I looked up from the paper at Henry, the prisoner. He had that smug smile on his face again.
I started to get mad, but Ted, the shrink put his hand on my arm as he had seen my face go red. "Calm down!" he whispered sternly. He looked at the sheet of paper, looked at me and then gave kind of a shrug, as if to say, you agreed.
I looked around, there was the guard, Ted, the shrink and Henry, the prisoner. I had been naked in front of other guys, of course, in the locker rooms of gyms. But this was a bit different. I was going to be the only one naked.
I gritted my teeth and stood up. I stared at Henry, who continued to smile as I began to unbutton my shirt. I pulled the tails of the shirt out of my pants and finished pulling it off. I put it over the back of the chair and then pulled off my t-shirt that was wet with sweat, especially under the arms. Fortunately, I had been working out lately, so I had some definition in my chest, arms and abs. I had very little hair on my chest with a trail of hair leading down into my pants.
I toed off my shoes and then reached down and peeled off my socks. I stuffed the socks into the shoes and sat them under the chair. I stood up and looked Henry in the face as I undid my belt then the button of my pants. I unzipped them and while staring at the prisoner, I pushed them down and pulled them off one leg at a time. Henry's expression didn't change at all. I folded them and placed them on the back of the chair over the shirt.
I stood up straight again, now only in my boxers. Still Henry's expression hadn't change he was sitting there watching me with the tiniest of smiles. I took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, and pushed them down, lifting each leg to remove them. I took them, folded them, and placed them over the pants.
I stood up with my hands crossed over my crotch, but not cupping my junk. Henry made a dismissive wave of his hand and I moved my hands to my sides. He sat there taking me in and I was acutely aware that I was the only naked person in the room. I glanced left, looked at Ted and saw that he was taking in my body as well. The guard was also looking at me. I felt the blush rise on my face and tried to fight the embarrassment.
I looked back to Henry. He was smiling a bit more. He nodded towards the stack of paper on the desk indicating I should take the next sheet of paper. I reached over and lifted #2. I unfolded it and read it. I folded it, closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and fought my frustration. I had walked into this and knew I had no choice at all; I had to do what this creep wanted.
Again, I took a deep breath and showed Ted the paper. I had opened it and raised it so he could read it. It said, "Drink Ted's piss from his penis." He winced after reading it and looked at Henry. Still no change in his expression.
Ted looked at me and said, "I guess you have to get down on your knees." He said it so matter of factly, that I wondered if he did this often. I knelt down on my knees and he turned and faced towards me. He unzipped his pants, reached in and fished out his dick from his boxer shorts. Kinky black hair came out with his cut soft cock. It was about 3 inches long as he held it out from the opening in his pants.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I looked up at him and he said, "I guess you need to open your mouth and I'll put my dick in and start pissing. Then you swallow as I fill it up," he said with emotionless clinical demeanor.
I opened my mouth wide and he moved closer and pointed his cock at my mouth. Then what I was doing clicked in my mind. I stood up and walked away. I was naked, on my knees about to drink a guy's piss! Fuck! What was I doing? Was what I needed worth this? What did it say about me that I was going along with this?
I looked at Ted, who stood there with his dick hanging out of his trousers. "I am confused," I told him.
"Come here," he said. I walked over to him and he pulled me into a hug. "It is okay. You are doing this for work and to save people. Just do it and don't think about it. You are doing well. Don't let it get into your head or let him get into your head."
He gave me a squeeze in such a paternal way it made me feel good. My dad was never one to express feelings. He died in the war when I was 11, so we never had a close relationship where he would hug me or comfort me. I was feeling emotional now, but knew I could do it now.
I nodded my head, pushed back from him and knelt down in front of him. I opened my mouth and looked up at him. I hadn't even looked at Henry since this piss drinking session started. He took hold of his dick and pointed at my mouth.
Soon I felt the warm liquid enter my mouth, then the taste and smell hit me. I swallowed and almost gagged on the taste. Closing my mouth caused him to spray my face with piss. Some got in my eye and stung and then it dripped down my chin onto my chest. I opened my mouth and began swallowing as fast as I could. I closed my eyes and just did it. The taste was not so bad now. Didn't know if it was because I was getting used to it or if I was enjoying it. That thought bothered me.
Ted moved his stream, sprayed my head, and then down my body to my crotch. I started to say something, but the stream was back in my mouth again. Then the stream weakened and finally stopped. I opened my eyes and saw his dick in front of my face with a drop of piss on the end of it and for some reason; I stuck out my tongue and licked the drop off.
I heard a sounds from the cell and didn't want to look at Henry, but it seemed to be some kind of comment about what I had just done.
I stood up and Ted reached out and squeezed my shoulders and gave me a smile. I nodded and stepped back from him. Piss was still coating my body as I looked down it. Fuck, I was a messed up guy doing this stuff.
I swallowed again and then reached for the next piece of paper. I unfolded it and read. My head swam. What was I doing? Could I do this? It hit me again that the guard was watching all of this as well as Henry.
I hung my head and handed the paper to Ted again. He read the paper, which said, "Lick and suck on Ted's ass until he gets hard."
He looked at me and said, "Mike, you can do this. It doesn't mean anything. Think of the lives you will be saving with the information he can give you." He began unbuttoning his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he finished and pulled the tails of his shirt out of his pants.
"Well, you can't very well get to my ass, if I am wearing my clothes." He put his shirt over the back of his chair and then pulled off his t-shirt. He had a matt of hair across his chest that was thick, curly and black. His chest was well developed and he had a well-developed 6-pack. A trail of hair led from his chest down his stomach and leading into his pants. I was very engrossed in observing his body as he exposed more and more. He had pulled off his shoes and socks while I had been checking him out.
He loosened his belt and pants and pulled them off. He was wearing blue boxers with a fish print and his kinky black hair was sticking out of the fly. He seemed nonplussed about stripping here. He stood, and slipped his boxers down in a smooth movement and stepped out of them. He now stood naked in front of me. I was now focused on his crotch. His cock seemed a bit plumper than it had when he was pissing or was that just my imagination.
He walked backwards until he encountered the table. He laid back on the table and pulled his legs back and exposing his crack. It was a dark black crease along the length. I saw the pink hole in there. He looked at me between his legs and waited.
I knelt down again and moved up to his crack. As I moved in, I smelled him again. The clean soapy smell was still there, but the muskiness was much more powerful. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and moved in until it touched his hole.
The taste was not what I had been expecting. I thought it was going to be a shitty taste, but he was clean and it was just a sweaty musky taste. He moaned as my tongue made contact. I reached up and put my hands on his cheeks and spread them wider apart giving me better access. I breathed out onto his hole and he moaned again and deeper this time.
I breathed in a deep breath, inhaling his smell again and set to the task. I licked through the hair to his hole and felt it flex under my tongue. I closed my eyes and just went with it. For some reason, it just seemed right to do this. His hole opened a bit and I felt my tongue going in. I was working away on his hole and enjoying the feeling on his hole on my tongue, the textures of his hairs on my face and his powerful aroma. I seemed to be completely enthralled with this process. It registered that he was moaning and finally said, "Okay, Mike."
I raised my head and saw his dick was rigid and now about seven inches long and thick. The flared head seemed to be a couple of inches across. I was again mesmerized by this whole prospect. For some reason, I licked my lips as if I had thought about tasting his dick. I shook my head. That wasn't possible.
I stood up and looked down at his impressive body and hard cock. He had captivated me. I was finding his body amazing and found myself wondering why a man's body was so interesting to me. I felt a stir in my groin. What was going on with me? My mouth was dry and my mind was whirling.
Ted stood up and his dick pointed to the ceiling. He reached over, picked up the next paper and handed it to me. My hands trembled as I opened it. I was wondering what was going to happen next. I stood there stunned as I read it. Again, I handed it to Ted to read. "Ted is to fuck you until he cums in you."
"Are you okay, Mike?" Ted asked putting his hand on my arm. I nodded, not knowing if I was or not.
He pulled me around, pushed me back into the table, and then made me lay on my back. He pulled my legs up and told me to grab them. I reached behind my knees and pulled them towards me. I was now in the position Ted had been in before. My hole was totally exposed.
Ted spit onto his hand and then rubbed the spit onto my hole and then spit again and pushed his finger into my hole. I moaned as he did this and he repeated this several times and I was in a fog. The sensations were overwhelming me.
He took hold of my legs and moved up between me. He whispered, "This is going to hurt, just breathe through it." In my fog I wondered how he knew that and then I felt him push in. I automatically clinched my ass down tight as panic set in. "Relax," he said and added, "Breathe out as I push in."
He pushed at my hole again and this time I tried to relax. And it HURT! I winced and he said, "Breathe!"
He took hold of my cock and played with it as he began to push more in. He stopped and let me get used to that. He repeated the process slowly easing more and more of his dick into me. Once he was all the way in, he waited. He continued to squeeze my cock and I continued to breathe deeply until the pain subsided.
He must have sensed this because he slowly pulled back and then slowly pushed in again. He began to repeat this and continue to play with my cock. It was now beginning to swell and as he hit something in my ass with each thrust, I began to moan. My head thrashed back and forth as his speed increased.
Never had I felt anything like this. My whole body felt on fire and I was totally wrapped up in his. I began to hear Ted grunting and speaking through clenched teeth, "Fuck! Take it, Mike!"
Someone yelled, "Fuck me!" and then I realized it was me! Ted was slamming my ass and I could feel his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. I felt him swell inside of me and a groan swelled up out of him until it was a bellow. He pushed deep into me and I felt him pumping his cum into me.
In a bit, he collapsed on top of me. His weight and heat swamped me. He moved his head, put his lips on mine, and kissed me! And I responded and kissed back! What the fuck!
He was breathing deeply as he pushed off me and pulled out of my ass. My mind was still in a fog. I lay there until my thoughts coalesced. As I raised up, I saw that I was hard and dripping. What was happening to me? I was turned on by being fucked by a guy!
I stood up shakily and Ted reached out to steady me. I looked him up and down and saw his slick dick slowly deflating.
I shook my head and tried to come back to the present. There was one more piece of paper. What the hell would be on that one? I walked over and picked up the last piece of paper. My hand was shaking as picked it up and unfolded it.
After reading it, the fog seemed to be clearing and I looked around the room. The guard was still standing there stoically watching events and didn't seemed phased by all that had transpired. Henry sat in his cell with a smirk on his face and I didn't dwell on him. I looked at Ted and he seemed to be recovering as well. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to be unfocused.
I handed him the paper and let him read it. It said, "Sit on the table, jack off until you cum and then eat your cum." I moved to the table and sat down. I sat so I was facing Henry. I was already hard, and I figured this wasn't going to take too long. I leaned back and closed my eyes and began stroking. I heard a voice then, "Open your eyes." It was Henry and he said it in a commanding voice.
I opened my eyes and looked at him as I began to fist my cock. But what was running through my mind was the feeling of Ted's cock in my ass. I felt my heart racing and the approaching orgasm. My legs trembled, my toes curled and I knew it was eminent. I let out a moan that crescendo until I shot rope after a rope of cum unto my chest.
It took me a moment or two to come down from the high of cumming and to realize I had one more step to complete. I had never tasted my cum before, but I scooped up a line of cum and brought it to my lips. There was a bleachy smell to it and a salty taste to it. I licked my finger clean and then it hit me that I was eating cum! I gagged a bit, but wiped up another rope and brought it to my mouth. This time I was able to swallow it down. I continued until I had wiped up all of it.
Henry clapped and I blushed as it all came crashing down on me what all I had just done. I lowered my head and stood up. Again, I was unsteady and Ted reached out to steady me. I grabbed his extended arm and again felt the warmth of him.
Ted and I began getting dressed then in silence. I kept taking glances at him as he dressed. He seemed to be unaware of my observation. I couldn't seem to get enough of his body. I felt a twitch in my crotch as I watched him pull up his boxers and cover his dick. After that getting dressed was pretty mechanical.
Once dressed, I took a breath and looked at Henry. He was handing the guard a piece of paper, who handed it to me. As I opened it, Henry said, "Everything you need to know is in there." He didn't mention everything that had transpired.
It was a long list of information. It detailed the profile of my suspect and ended with a name of a person, along with a street name. "How do you know who it is?" I asked incredulously.
"I met someone in here who had the mentality and sociopathic attitude to be the one that would do these kinds of things. I understand he would do something like this when he was released."
I wanted to be mad that he had this information had all those people had died, but Henry had known about them and I hadn't known about Henry at the beginning.
I managed a "Thank you," and wanted to rush out and find this guy.
Ted grabbed my arm and walked with me. As he left the room, another guard handed him something. He smiled, nodded his thanks and using my arms escorted me out of the prison.
Outside by the car Ted and I had arrived in I stopped and looked at him again. "What did you get from that guard," I asked.
He showed me a USB drive. I gave him a quizzically look. "It is the video of what went on in the integration room." He smiled.
My stomach tightened. "It was recorded!" I exclaimed. I was paranoid that it would get out and be shared around.
I reached for it, but he pulled it back. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I wanted it and I wanted to have something to remember it by." He smiled and said rather sheepishly, "This way I can blackmail you into repeating it with me."
My first reaction was to be mad and then I thought about it. And I thought again and walked over to him. I grabbed his head and pulled it over to me. I kissed him deeply and said, "I don't think you will need to blackmail me!"
I jumped into the car and wanted to get the guy and then I wanted to visit with Ted! As I drove away with Ted sitting next to me, it struck me. Had Ted known what was coming? Otherwise how would he know to have it recorded?
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