"HEADLINE: Police share new leads on town rapist" flashed up on my phone as it sat on the bar table. I glanced down and put my phone away for the night so not to ruin the mood, I was celebrating after all.
Bottles clinked together with a loud "CHEERS!" towards my new job, I had worked as a police officer for 6 years and worked my way up to finally being promoted to Detective. I had worked my ass off for years for this moment, nothing was going to ruin it for me. We sat there for hours, laughing, playing darts and drinking.
"Your going to make an amazing Detective, Shayne" said my colleague JJ, he was a street police officer, my former partner. He was a little upset I was leaving him but he knew my goal was to make Detective eventually so he was proud, he had been there while I was working towards it.
"Thanks, man! I'll be back in a minute, going to piss" I made my way to the gents, there was only one urinal in the room so I locked the door behind me so other people knew it was occupied. I did my business, turned round to wash my hands and seen myself in the mirror, an odd sense of accomplishment ran through my head as if "you did it". I ran water through my short brown hair to tidy it up and present myself tidier. My striking blue eyes were a bit glazed after quite a few beers, and my confidence was flying high as I gave myself a cheeky smirk in the mirror. My olive skin gives me a desirable complexion under the light, along with blue eyes and brown hair is a striking look. My body is in good shape, being in the police force, we get a lot of exercise. I fixed my t-shirt and ensured my fly was zipped up and left the bathroom.
I walked back towards the table, I could see a man standing at the bar, holding a beer, watching me walk to the table. I had a quick glance but didn't want to stare. I'm single but I like it that way, relationships are too much hassle, especially when I work endless hours. I sat at the table and grabbed my beer, JJ had been back at the bar and ordered another round for us.
Another hour had passed when JJ called it a night, his wife had been calling him constantly pressuring him to come home.
"Stay single Shayne!" he laughed as he held his phone to his ear to call a taxi. I took out my phone to do the same when I saw several notifications, I scrolled through the news feed with reports about the 'town rapist', I had quick read through when I received an email. It was the one I was waiting for, my first case assignment. I was, of course, placed on the cities highest priority at the moment, the rapist. All hands on deck. This guy was breaking into homes every other night, raping women and leaving them tied to their beds. It was horrible and the guy needed to be caught.
By the time I looked up from my phone JJ's taxi was on route, so he headed outside to meet it and left me at the table.
I called for my taxi, which was a 20 minute wait. So I put my phone away and headed to the bar for one last drink.
"Corona, please." I asked the barman, I watched as he grabbed it from the fridge, pushed the wedge of lime into the neck and licked his finger after. I smiled as I handed over the money with an almost flirtatious gesture, "take one for yourself."
I stood at the bar and waited for my taxi, I glanced in the bars mirror and noticed the guy from earlier watching me again, I turned to meet his eyes as he finished the rest of his drink and made his way to the door. I didn't get a good look at his face with the low lighting in the bar, but I noticed he had a large tattoo covering the back of his hand, from where I was it looked like a tigers roaring face. The door closed behind him, I sat there finishing off my drinks when my taxi arrival notification came through. I made my way for the door to meet the taxi outside, just as it pulled up out front.
"uuuugh.." I threw myself onto the bed, exhausted from a days work and drinking afterwards. I lay there for a minute before going for a shower to freshen myself up before bed.
I walked into the bedroom, towel around my waist and hair dripping. Quickly I dried myself off and lay in bed. I always sleep naked, unless I have friends or family staying. There's something about it that's just freeing. I lay there under the covers, my muscles relaxing as I drifted off to sleep. Ready for a fresh start on the case tomorrow.
I tried to open my eyes but everything was dark. A moment passed when I realised I was blindfolded, and I was tied to the bedposts. Panic kicked in, I thrashed around on the bed trying to break free.
"What the fuck" I shouted as some sort of material was shoved in my mouth and taped over to keep me quiet. I kept trashing, in some way I wanted to break free and escape whatever this was. My heart was pounding. I could feel my naked body was uncovered and I was sprawled out on the bed, limbs stretched out in a large X. After 10 minutes I stopped trashing as I was out of energy. I lay there, catching my breath with deep breaths through the nose. I lay there face down, not knowing what to do, or who was here.
"Breathe Shayne" said a mans voice from the side of the bed, I turned my head to face the voice, if somehow I was able to break free I wanted to see where he was. My muscles tensed as my anger raged through my body and I tried to break free. Whatever he used to tie me was strong, I couldn't even stretch it never mind break it. It must have been an hour that had passed until I heard movement. He was walking to the bottom of the bed, he started rubbing my left leg, from the bottom working his way up. He put pressure on the muscle areas so it hurt and I would moan from under the gag. There wasn't much use in thrashing around anymore. I could tell the restraints were too strong. I had to wait for my moment. One moment where he makes a mistake and that's my time to act.
He continued rubbing my legs, now a hand on each leg he worked his way towards my ass. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and moved them around, pushing them together, pulling them apart to show my asshole. With one loud smack to my ass he took his hands off me as I grunted in pain.
I could hear him undressing at the bottom of the bed. My mind was going wild, but I knew what was about to happen, and I knew I was due to be working on the case for this guy, so I had to keep alert for anything that I can use to help me.
His hands caressed my ass again, moving them around, pulling them apart to show my asshole. He climbed onto the bed, I could feel his legs close to mine as he moved over me.
"Keep breathing Detective" he said. My heart sank. He knew me, how did he know who I am? and that I'm just starting my new job as Detective? My mind spiralled with ideas as he kissed my back, working his way down to my ass again.
He pulled my ass cheeks apart and moved his face towards it, he rubbed his face into my ass before using his tongue to rim my asshole, as much as I wanted to hate it, he was good at it. His tongue worked its way round my hole and pushed in slightly. I could feel my cock get hard and he tongue fucked my ass. He spat on it and continued to rim my hole, he pushed his tongue deeper each time.
I was beginning to love what was happening. I wasn't meant to but something about being tied up and someone having their way with me was turning me on. My ass was soaking wet when he started crawling over me. He reached my neck and started to kiss me below the ear, gently nibbling, sending shivers through my body. He moved his hips up and sat on my ass, our bare cheeks touching, and his cock resting on my lower back, it feels massive from where its touching, maybe 8" long. He moved back down to my ass and spat on it once again, I arched my back as he rimmed me again, this time he held my cock below my ass and stroked it slowly. He sat up and positioned his cock at my ass hole, at first he gently rubbed it against my asshole, the tension building as I was strangely enjoying this more than I should. I moved my hips up, for my ass to he higher for him to press his cock into. pushed forward and the tip moved in, he pushed slowly until I could feel his balls touching mine. I had no breath left, it must be 10" long, my ass is so full.
"awww, your so tight detective.." he said as he held his cock in my ass to its base, he started to slowly fuck me, pulling it out slowly and pushing it in the full length. The feeling was amazing, his massive cock filling me up. He got into a rhythm and started pounding my ass, he picked up the pace and soon my asshole was being battered inside out. His cock was amazing. His balls slapped my ass harder each time. He leaned over me as he heavily breathed in my ear, his stamina was running low.
He knew I was enjoying this, I gave up fighting a long time ago, this was too good to pass on. A few moments passed and I was wondering what was happening. Soon, he started un-tying my legs from the bed so they were free.
"get on your knees, detective."
Something about being called detective by my dominator was sexy as hell.
I got to my knees, my ass open wide for him whole my arms were still tied to the bed. He positioned himself behind me, held onto my hips and pushed his cock into my ass. He had more purchase in this position and began fucking my ass hard. He pulled me back towards him as my arms were being stretched from the ties. The feeling was unreal, he was pounding my ass so hard, I wanted to moan so bad but I was barely able to breath properly.
He reached over and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, the force of this pulled the blindfold down a bit so I could see light at the top of it. He held my head while he plowed his cock deep into my guts, with a slapping sound as his hips bit my ass cheeks. As he fucked my ass, the blindfold loosened with the movement, it had moved down a bit more, I could see out the side now, before he noticed I wanted to try and see what I could in the meantime. He let go of my hair and I turned my head slightly, there was a mirror on the side table where I could just see his hips thrusting into my ass. The sight was amazing, like what you see in porn videos. His toned legs and ass looked amazing. He slapped my ass and I noticed it.
The tiger tattoo covering the back of this hand. It was the guy from the bar.
But how?
Was he following me?
Several questioned passed my mind as he slowed the pace, his hands were resting on my lower back as he pulled his cock out my ass leaving just the tip in. Without notice, he pushed it back in full force, throwing me forward as a sharp pain filled my ass. He didn't stop, he continued fucking my ass pulling my hips back again, I could feel his cock get thicker.
A few more thrusts and I could feel his cock empty its load inside me, a warm sensation filling my ass. He pulled his cock out, and pushed me back on the bed, pulled my legs back, and tied them back up. A few minutes passed and I could hear mind rummaging around, getting dressed.
He walked up beside me.
"That was the best so far..maybe guys are the way to go now"
A shiver ran through my body. as I lay there limp, and unable to move.
A few minutes passed and the door closed.
I threw myself around on the bed trying to free my arms and legs in any way I could. I twisted my body to turn round onto my back, I had more strength this way and managed, with great difficulty, to break one of the ties, freeing myself.
I finally got up, took off the blindfold and gag, sat on the side of the bed and panicked about what had just happened.
Why did I enjoy it so much?
Shit!!