Tamed by the Police Officer

“I don’t need handcuffs to control you—all it takes is a chastity cage.”

It began with a cavity search.

The police officer is convinced I committed the crime, and he says he knows how to interrogate guys like me. He locked me into chastity and forced me to my knees.

Every morning, he brings me into the interrogation room and repeats the process. I’m trying to maintain my innocence, but I’m starting to feel strange. The thought of his seed makes me salivate. Am I developing an addiction?

He’s wearing me down. My willpower is slipping away…