After weeks of confinement and bizarre abuse and with the threat of being sold off hanging over him, Leo thought his new life could hold no more surprises for him - until the morning when 'Weasel' Cade walked into his work cell.
Leo knew him well, Cade was an East Side low-life who preyed on the poor and hung around with the meanest scum in the city. But like any weasel, he was hard to nail, you just had to harass him all the time. Leo and the other cops did their very best to make life hard for him.
Leo knew him well, Cade was an East Side low-life who preyed on the poor and hung around with the meanest scum in the city. But like any weasel, he was hard to nail, you just had to harass him all the time. Leo and the other cops did their very best to make life hard for him.
'Well, well, well, it's Police Officer Carlton', said Cade in his sing-song weaselly voice,
'We'd heard there was a cop here, but I didn't expect it to be you, Leo.
You don't mind if I call you Leo, do you?"
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He even untied Leo's hands to demonstrate his newly-found power over the cop.
"You'll service me better with your hands free, Leo", he chuckled "heh, heh, heh".
This minor liberation offered Leo no chance to escape, the door was still locked and the Captor was always watching. Besides, Leo knew he was no match for street fighter Cade who would delight in taking him down if he tried anything.
So when Cade dropped his pants and squirted over Leo's bare chest, the cop could only grip his fists in angry frustration. When told to start sucking, he had little choice but to comply. It was the ultimate humiliation for a cop, but just the beginning. Over the next two hours Cade extracted a lengthy, often painful revenge.
Leo was still nursing Cade's bruises when he was called out again, this time to service two men at the same time. He'd never had a double booking before and they looked mean and tough. He didn't recognise them, but he knew straight away they were also underworld characters like Cade.
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They spread him with ropes and probed every recess of his body in a cold, calculating, threatening way, but like the plantation owner, it was completely non-sexual.
After a lengthy examination, one turned to the other and said
"I tink d'boss'll definitely fancy dis bitch cop".
"Yeah, definitely" agreed the other, grinning with an immaculate row of broken teeth,
"Let's make an offer they can't refuse!"
They both roared with laughter and left to talk to the Captor.
Shortly after they left, Leo heard shouting and crashing noises outside, then silence.
It was some hours later when the door to Leo's cell opened again. It was the Captor but his face was badly bruised. He freed Leo from the now very painful spread-eagle bondage and escorted him back to his cell in total silence. You didn't have to be a cop to know that this sudden interest from thugs and hoodlums meant trouble for both of them.
Leo felt a new terrible danger and anxiously tested his restraining bindings.
It was as futile as usual.
For a day or so after this incident, normality returned (or at least what passed for normality in the Captor's den). Leo continued to service his lustful, demanding clients as usual. But the spectre of gangland servitude was never far from his mind. For a cop it was bad enough to be forced to be a rich man's plaything, but quite another thing to be the helpless butt of toughs and ruthless criminals.
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