Protective Custody
The night air was cool, but my blood was racing. I had just left a gay club, dressed in a tight shirt that hugged my chest and pants that left little to the imagination. I was still buzzing from the music when three opportunists cornered me, snatching my watch before disappearing into the shadows. I thought the night was ruined until a patrol car pulled up, and two officers stepped out. They were magnificent—broad-shouldered, masculine, and filling out their navy uniforms in ways that made my breath hitch.
Raul and Alejandro were professional yet insistent that I accompany them to the station to file a report. I played the part of the nervous victim, though my nervousness was actually a surging tide of desire. I accepted a ride in the front seat, the close quarters amplifying the scent of leather and man. Every time our legs brushed, a spark of electricity shot through me, and I could feel myself hardening against the seat.
Once inside the privacy of a small office, the atmosphere shifted. Raul took my statement while Alejandro stood behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder in a gesture that started as comforting but quickly became sensual. I could feel Alejandro’s heat pressing against my back, his hardness grazing my arm. I decided to stop playing the victim and started playing the temptress, my hand sliding down to graze Alejandro’s thigh.
Raul didn’t stop me; instead, he rounded the desk with a predatory smile. When he asked what he could do to make me feel more comfortable, I didn’t hold back. I told them exactly what I wanted: both of them, right here, right now. The professionalism vanished, replaced by raw, hungry lust. I dropped to my knees, liberating them from their trousers. They were even more impressive than I had imagined, and I spent the next few minutes alternating between them, savoring every inch of their masculinity.
The desk became our altar. They stripped off their shirts, revealing sculpted torsos that glistened under the office lights. I was laid back across the mahogany surface, my body open and aching. Alejandro’s tongue explored my heat, preparing me, while Raul claimed my mouth. Then, the world exploded into sensation as Raul drove into me. The fullness was overwhelming, a perfect stretch that filled me completely. Alejandro moved to my face, his length silencing my moans of pleasure as Raul’s rhythmic pumping drove me toward the edge.
When Raul finally spent himself deep inside me, the heat of his release sent shivers down my spine. But the night wasn’t over. They swapped positions, and it was Alejandro’s turn. He was thicker, a monumental presence that pushed my limits. I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk, as he claimed the space Raul had vacated. With Raul now tasting me, his fingers dancing in my mouth, I was caught in a vice of pure pleasure. I came violently in Raul’s mouth just as Alejandro surged one last time, flooding my depths with a hot, abundant finish.
As we dressed in the quiet aftermath, they revealed their own secret: they were lovers, finding solace in each other during long shifts. I had simply been the perfect catalyst for their desire. As they drove me home, they promised to call me for their next shift. I smiled, thinking of the officers who took their motto of serving the community very literally.