Prisoner of The State

Prisoner of The State

Alex Morgan

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 Officer Mason Travers leads a lonely and double life in the small town of River Belle, Louisiana.  As the newly promoted chief of the tiny police department, he cannot allow anyone in town to know he is gay.  While conducting a routine speed trap, Mason pulls over hunky Paul Baker.  The muscular man instantly sends Mason’s libido into overdrive.  He kidnaps Baker and takes him back to his isolated house, keeping him captive in the basement.  Mason realizes that he has done something very wrong and cannot keep Baker as his sex slave forever.  It’s too late to release Baker, because that would mean losing his job and his future.  But Mason knows that he cannot live without Paul, either.

 
PUBLISHED BY: loveyoudivine Alterotica
ISBN: 978-1-60054-348-7
PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 7304
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: BDSM, ManLove
KEYWORDS: loveyoudivine, loveyoudivine alterotica, gay, men, homosexual, BDSM, erotic, m/m, sex, anal, male, sexy, queer, alternative, bondage, domination, power, sl
 

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 Moving quickly, he threw Paul over his shoulder and stowed him in the trunk of the cruiser with his duffel bag.  A few minutes later, Walters returned with the pizza and Mason bid him good night.  He drove home, repeatedly glancing in his rear view mirror as if afraid someone would suspect what he was doing.

                He backed into his driveway and carried his sleeping prisoner through the house into the basement where a simple bed with metal headboard and footboard sat.  He removed the tight white shorts and tied Paul’s ankles and wrists securely with handcuffs.

                In the dim light of the basement, Mason marveled over the beautiful form.  He ran his hands over Paul’s feet, calves and thighs.  He lingered at the baggy balls and delicious looking cock.  He rubbed the defined muscles of Paul’s abdomen and chest.  He pinched the nipples and caressed the chiseled pec muscles.

                Unable to control his urges any longer, he pressed his mouth to Paul’s body, kissing his lips, licking his nipples and moving down to suck his cock.  It remained flaccid in his mouth but Mason enjoyed its thickness and length.  He took advantage over his captive’s unconscious state to explore his body with his tongue.

                Paul began to stir and moan.  Mason ceased his physical worship and retreated from the basement.  He ran up the stairs to the first floor and then up to the second to the security of his bedroom.  If Paul did wake up, Mason wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

                Shaking nervously from the realization of his actions, he climbed into bed, pulling the covers close around him and fantasizing what it would be like to wake up with Paul next to him, unclothed and submissive.  Despite his hardness, Mason managed to fall asleep.

                He woke early the next morning, thinking that he imagined everything from last night.  He slipped out of bed and ran down the steps into the basement.  He crept down the wooden stairs as quietly as he could.  Paul was still asleep and tied to the bed.

                Mason returned to the first floor and began making breakfast.  He called his deputy to say he wasn’t feeling well and may be in a little late today.  As he finished preparing the food, he heard thumping from the basement.  A few minutes later, Paul began shouting for help.  Mason paused, listening to the screams, getting a sense of power and another erotic rush.  He walked back down the stairs and stood at the bottom of the steps.

                Paul stopped his shouting when he recognized Mason.  “Officer Travers?”  His mouth froze open.  He let his eyes roam over Mason’s naked form.  His gaze focused on the large piece of meat dangling between his legs.

                The object of his stare was not lost on Mason.  “It’s no use shouting, Paul.  You’re in the basement of my house and at least a mile away from the next residence.”

                “What do you want with me?  Is this about my speeding yesterday?”

                “Right now, I want you to eat some breakfast,” Mason said.  He turned and walked up the stairs.  He felt Paul’s eyes watching his butt as he took one slow step at a time. 

                He returned to the basement a few minutes later with a plate of food.  Paul watched without a word as Mason leaned over him to uncuff his hands so he could sit up and eat.

                Paul attacked the food, suddenly realizing how hungry he was.  In mere seconds, he had cleaned the entire plate.  He handed it back to Mason.

                “I don’t suppose you’ll let me use the bathroom, would you?”  Paul sounded angry instead of scared.

                “No problem,” Mason said flatly.  Keeping a close eye on his prisoner, he untied Paul’s feet.  He motioned to a doorway in the wall near the bed.  He stepped away to give Paul the space he needed but more importantly to let him know he was in no immediate danger.  The safety margin was for Mason’s benefit as well, should Paul try something stupid.

                Still wobbly from the drug, Paul staggered to the small bathroom.  He emerged a few minutes later and paused in the doorway.

                “So what now?”  He folded his arms across his chest.  Mason pointed to the bed but Paul shook his head.  “No.  Not until you tell me what’s going on.  Why are you keeping me here?”

                “Isn’t it obvious?” Mason leered.  “You’re my sex slave now.”

 
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