The Officer Changes His Mind

Just as he is about to leave the restaurant, the officer stops and turns around.

"On second thought, you're coming with me. I know the boys at the station would love to have a go at you."

"You're taking me to the station? Am I under arrest?" I ask.

"You won't be, if you do as I say. Turn around."

I look at the officer. My cock is still hard, and the thought of going to the station naked turns me on more.

"Yes, officer," I say and turn around. He pulls out his handcuffs and slaps them on me.

"Good boy. Now let's go. Take care of his clothes. He won't be needing them anymore."

The officer leads me outside. He takes me to his car. He sets me on the hood turning me over. He grabs my cock and strokes it.

"Moan for me, boy."

I moan.

"Good. Let's go." He stops stroking me and puts me in his car.

He gets in and we take off. A short while later, we arrive at the police station. He gets out and pulls me out. The police station is a small building, one story. He opens the glass doors and we step inside. I look around. The station consists of a front desk in the middle, some desks on the sides, and on the right hand side a couple of cells. There are 4 cops and 3 people behind the bars.

The other officers stop what they're doing and look at me.

"Damn, that is one fine man," one of them says. "Nice cock too."

"I'd love to put my hands on him."

"Well, you're in luck. This boy is ours. Isn't that right?"

"Ye-Yes it is. I'm yours," I say. "Oh, please use me."

"You heard him."