Cigar Night 04

Presentation

CHIEF blew smoke on the glowing embers of his cigar, hardly noticing the slaveskull blowing his 10 inches. CHIEF gestured to one of the tongueshines, who sat up on all fours. With its bootpolish-tongue still out CHIEF casually dropped the still glowing ash off his Methuselah into the human ashtray's mouth. "Ready MUIR?" the Commander shouted.

Immediately the lights went down. Sarge FLEX, who had been absent from the proceedings, appeared on stage, barechested but in still in breeches, and grabbed the ceiling mike.

"Gut evening COMMANDANT - men. Tonight we have a very special guest - Last night's Olympia champ Ray Butler will guest pose. In view of this special honour, if I could ask to put away your toys and behave HAHAHA."

The ranks of Officers grumbled, but realized the secret signal indicated was a civilian in their midst, and that nefarious activities, such as slave fucking, had to be suspended for an ulterior motive. Even CHIEF briefly unsheathed his cock from its skull-holster and forced it back into his cod, putting his gold-trimmed Cap over his pouch to hide the tent. And in the interests of deception, his three slaves standing up, briefly, by his sides. All the other Officers also removed their caps, to hide their decal.

Ray Butler, who had competed with FLEX many times, and beaten him twice at the Olympia, had heard a rumour that FLEX was a member of a biker gang, with its own gym. It was idle curiosity that had led him to agree to accept the handsome appearance fee. FLEX had met him at the door of the ordinary-looking building barechested and wearing leather biker pants with a funky-looking flap at the front. This did not put him off, as he had seen FLEX arrive at Gold's on his Hog wearing these, and nothing else, many times before.

In the smokey dark he could make rows of bikers, heavily uniformed like police, who looked big enough to be amateur builders, with barechested smaller guys standing next to them, some in posers - presumably straight from the in-house gym. Odd that all these guys smoked cigars. There was also a big biker guy sitting on the stage (maybe the leader of the gang?) with some other gym guys standing next to him (maybe other guest posers?).

"Maestro - musik, bitte". FLEX called, as the favourite posing music of all bodybuilders, the Krautrock Rammstein classic "Du Hast Mich" boomed out. Butler for an instant looked puzzled as FLEX chuckled to himself as the music started for Butler's freestyle routine....

Butler performed his routine in the black shiny leatherette posers he wore when he won the Olympia as a request from FLEX "so the guys really know you Mr Olympia HAHA". He was also asked not to oil up, as their would be no shower facilities.

In keeping with the all-male, testosteroned atmosphere, Butler performed a more macho rendition of his prize winning-routine, to loud roars from the bikers especially when he flexed his trade-mark barrel-chest lat-spread. But oddly he was more deafened by WOLF's whistles whenever he did a rear shot...

Halfway through the second rotation, Butler noticed out of the corner of his eye two guys come on the stage behind in what looked like riot police uniform. For a split-second he thought one was FLEX, wearing uniform, and carrying some rope...

Suddenly the spotlight went out. Butler heard the two cops rush him from behind and a powerful whack on his torso, as he was wrestled to the ground face down on the mat. Before he could move, his arms had been pulled behind his broad back as he felt the cold metal of cuffs on his wrists, and rope being rapidly tied round his shoulders arms and back As he kicked his legs, he felt them forced down and cold metal clamping his ankles. When he tried to shout out, he felt a metal gag snapped over his mouth, rendering him speechless. The 275 pound 5'10" Pro was pulled up to his feet, by the equally powerful cops.

When the lights came up the world-famous Pro was completely bound. In the audience he could see the bikers were actually some kind of police force, now all wearing peaked caps, and shades. And he thought he saw one with one of the naked guys blowing him.

Butler had been expertly roped by SARGE ACE in barely 1 minute flat. A nasty 4-legged spider gag had being swiftly inserted in the muscleman's spluttering mouth, which ACE had recently brought in from his sideline porn business. The Pro was trussed up in bastino, struggling desperately, unaccustomed to his musclemass being overpowered.

SARGE FLEX reached up for the mike. The meathead beamed from ear to ear.

"Not so big now, BLONDIE" roared FLEX, swaggerring up to the humiliated pro. FLEX's voice as different as he had a voice modifier in his riot mask - part of Cellblock Riot uniform: helmet, flak jacket, kevlar gauntlets, PR24, facemask, shades and Kalashnikov, badge hidden by a black leather patch.

"Won't be coming first now. Guess, what - I AM a bad loser boi" the psyched out riot cop growled through the mask. "I always thought you were a cheating buttboi, and now we will all see it BLONDIE."

Butler was turned round by SARGE ACE and OFFICER FREAK, the newest Officer from Russia - only 18 but already the same 275 pound mass of Butler.

"CHIEF, on behalf of the Command, I give you your presentation.". FLEX, ACE and FREAK saluted the big man on the throne. Butler was kicked to the floor in front of the Commander's boots.

"What hole would you like, BOSS?" Laughed FLEX. "And what one can I have...HAHAHA."

"I need a new fuckskull, FLEX" CHIEF smirked. The Pro's head was lifted of the mat. Butler saw the biker chief was wearing a peaked Officer cap. On demand, CHIEF punched his sheathed cock again through his cod-pouch slit. His frightening massive weapon stood cocked sticking out of his leather breeches, twitching and salivating hungrily with cock-spit.

CHIEF reached forward with a heavy gauntlet. And smiling down at his cheering posse, plunged stabbed the pro's skull with one hard cock-blow. The pro's muffled screams were drowned out by FLEX, FREAK and ACE's roars, as they stroked their cock meat ready for their part in the presentation rape. One by one, the cops fukked the world-famous pro.

When the ritual was finished, the bound muscleman was put to a final, humiliating use.

"ACE, pull the panels from under CHIEF's throne," SARGE MUIR called over the intercom. A low, flat cage had been built in the podium under CHIEF's throne. The mumbling bodybuilder was unceremoniously bundled in head first like a dog.

"You can keep him there ready for when YOU want to fuck him CHIEF!" laughed FLEX. The Commander was truly sitting on top of the (MR) World....

Two punchbags were lowered from the ceiling....CHIEF was invited to try out some right hooks. After five minutes., the bags were unzipped, revealing the two heavily-muscled, bruised pain-pigs., tumbling onto the mat.

"Our newest Officer FREAK's tribute". MUIR announced. Some of the SARGE's upstaged, thought they best keep an eye on the young giant..."

SARGE WOLF ON CELLBLOCK DUTY DESK.

Cigar Night 01

CIGARS, DRINKS, FUCKS

(Audio transcript from Cellblock CCTV)

"Officer ROC'K reporting."

"Sign in Officer. This must be your first Cigar Night. You have full uniform with you? - it is an Official engagement, Officer."

"Yep, Cap and gauntlets here, MUIR."

"Good man. Here's your first year stripes to finish off your uniform."

"Excellent. Bought a new Columbia ready for the stripes. - priority Cellblock order from Langlitz. Beat the cash out of a hitchiker for it last night."

"Pity you didn't film it."

"I did, bud. Set up the camcorder on the seat of the Hog while I raped the fukker in the alley. Wait till ya see the footage on the Officer of The Month Gallery bud!"

"Good work, Cop. Says here your cash-slaves 5031 and 5271 have registered to present tribute at 12.00."

"They will, MUIR, they got no choice. Should be turnin up with ten grand each, or else they're gonna get their legs broke."

"Nice work, Officer. Lookin forward to your first Cigar Night, then?"

"Yup - some good cigars and hole. Wanna try out one of BULLITT'S new fuck stools. AND. I've heard there's a gonna be a great Presentation."

"Let's just say you're ALL gonna have a good time.. First, some house notes.

- Any of the slavehole equipment is available for use by all Officers.

- Cigar slaves will be circulating with a sample of brands. If you favour a particular make, simply ask and a whole box will be brought to you.

- Human ash trays are to be found kneeling at bootlevel, as are slave mouths and tongueshines. If any are found to be higher than waist level, Officers have permission to beat them down - regardless of whose property it is.

- Tribute Presentatio.n is at 12.00 sharp, and Captain's Entertainment follows at 12.30. All clear?"

"Hell yeah."

"Cap on, Officer and go right in to The Mess Room."

"Cheers MUIR - by the way, has ACE arrived yet?"

"I'm just behind you buddy!!"

"Evenin bro! Good to see ya, Big Man."

."See ya got ya stripes ROCK. Bet you lookin forward to ya first Captain's Presentation?."

"Can't wait, man - you comin straight in?"

"After you - the door's open - I've heard all of MUIR's instructions before HE, HE."

"Hell it's dark - and smokin's started already. Didn't know the gym opens up into The Mess. Sweet set-up. Is that BULLITT over there already tryin out one of his fuckstools with WOLF?"

"Looks like they've already got a ringside seat, and a couple of Martinez on the go."

"FUCK!!!! Gotta get me one of THEM fuckstools!!!. Hey, BULLITT, kikkin back there!"

"Howdie ROCK; -ACE. See you lazy fukkers made it finally. Pull up a seat and try one of these new Martinez? Goes well with the stool too, HE HE"

"So I see, you greedy fukk!""

"ACE - call a cigarslave over."

"Pig. PIG, HERE! Two Martinez Bazukas at the double."

"SIR, Yes, SIR."

"Just a minute PIG, not finished with you yet!"

"YES SIR, Sergeant Amberson SIR".

"Two Glenfiddichs - (alright for you ROCK?)."

"Sure, ACE."

"...And two fuckstools here - you want a fuckstool ROCK".

"Wadda YOU think, bro?"

"YES SIRS, OFFICERS, SIRS!!

"Fukkin slack slave. Gonna use that for a punchbag later after I've had it demoted to an ashtray.."

"So BULLITT - show us ya fuckstool works then..."

"Got one on my cock NOW buddy!"

"Can see that, wise guy. If ya can stop fukkin for one fukkin a minute, show us how the attachments work."

"NNNNNNnn fukk that's one's tight... Right, s'easy bro. Wheel the unit round ass end sticking up. Use the stool adjustor to tilt it up to your seat height - saddle up, sit back and BAM! enjoy a good long cock massage."

"FUKKIN AWESOME, BULLITT. You strapped all these subs into the units yaself?"

"FUKK NO!!!. Ordered them to get in the units head first with a little pistol persuasion, and the last one standing fastened them all in, and lubed their cunts."

"You're a fukkin animal BULLITT."

"Here come the drinks AT FUKKIN LAST. Hey, where's the 'gars, PIG?!

"SIR, with the humidor slave SERGEANT AMBERSON, SIR."

"FUKKIN WHAT? Get down HERE, PIG, you piece of shit NOW. Tongue these boots, worm."

"YES SIR, SERGEANT AMBERSON, SIR."

"ROCK, cuff this fukker's arms behind...Nice one. Right, looks like we got me a new fuckmouth. OPEN UP FAG.. HELL, this one's a squirmer....KEEP STILL, WORM!!!."

"Fuck, ACE, gotta wheel over my own fuckstool now, ya fukkin hardass show-off!

"Quit ya bitchin, man, you wanted to beat the pig as much as me, Cop!"

"Well, hell ye:ah! ACE, You need a mouth stretcher? Got one on my belt if ya like...."

"Pass it over ROCK. Stop this newbie from FUKKIN MOVIN its mouth. Hope it doesn't stop it gaggin though!"

"Right my turn to have some pussy. HEY, PROSECUTOR, kick one of them fuckstools over this way, man. GOOD AIM! This ome must be a virgin hole, fukkin.... nnnn... Tight.. not sure it's gonna take..... Nnnnng all my meat..... Nnnnn ALL in. OH YEAH!!!!! FUKKIN SWEET PUSSY RIDE, BULLITT. You're a genius, man!

"Cheers man."

"Sweet set up - gars, whisky, hole.... Just waitin for the floorshow now."

"So when does Commander arrive?."

"Just in time for his Presentation."

"Can't wait to see what it is this year."

"Last year CAPTAIN SIR fisted Tim Cruz live on stage, the fukkin whore. Always the closets with the slakkest cunts. Funny thing was, Mr Hollywood thought he had ordered a Cop escort. Got a WHOLE HEAP of trouble instead!"

"FUKKIN HILARIOUS"

"I nearly broke my fuckmouth skull rammin along with the show!"

"Fukkin sweet.. How's COMMANDER SCHULZ gonna top that?"

"Tributes first, men. My tributes should be here in five.. 20 grand in new bundles, under the boot."

"20? Got thirty comin, BULLITT."

"Fuck off! Bet you 10 they don't turn up ACE!"

"ON. You know I'm gonna rob your ca$h slaves then fukk 'em, buddy."

"HA - in your dreams man!"

"These Martinez are COMMANDER SCHULZ's favourite?"

"S'right."

"Sure taste good."

"And look good!"

".Who' supplies these 'gars?"

"STOGIE" McQuinn - he's a Customs & Excise Officer - gets his hands on a limitless supply of contraband Cubans."

"Anyone interested in usin a punchbag after we fukked this piece of shit? BULLITT, you're always up for usin ya fists....""

"When I"ve finished this Martinez and shot my load - hell ya."

"Kick that ashtray over here bud., got a big flake ready for a pig."

"Try my ashtray bro. Good swallower.. Don't worry if it burns...HEHE."

"Hey - it's 12.00 - here comes the worshippers. Time to cash up, men."

Cigar Pimp

I had a message from a new Cellblock member one night - "E".

"SARGE WOLF, great bio and pics you have on the site - me and my boy will be at the Eagle - be good to team up and share a cigar and some beers."

Looking at his bio, it seemed we had a lot of common interests: - cigars, uniform, and using subs in public. It also said they like to play out together.

Sounded promising - it's always good teaming up with another Cellblock Officer. Just hope he meant "teaming up" as in spit-roasting his sub. From the pix, E"s muscleboi sure looked useful.

I thought it was worth a punt.

"Evenin E. You and your boi look great - sure we have a lot in common. I'll be @ the Eagle Friday - catch me on cam later tonight. WOLF."

Logging on later I saw "E" logged on the Cellblock members site and had already messaged me back.

"!Bud, be great to see you Friday. Sure - hit me up - if ya round tonight.

I sent a webcam invite through the site's private forum.

"Big man, I'm enjoying a cigar in leather on cam if ya wanna join me.. WOLF".

"El"s cam appeared. Clicking on it, I saw, like me, "E" in Cellblock leather uniform shirt and Muir cap, smoking a good cigar, hairy pecs visible under the collar. A good start..

I raised a the cigar to the cam. "We think alike bud!"

"Sure do - what cigars you bringing tomorrow?"

"Hoyo de Monterey. I'll bring you a couple."

"Cheers bud - that's good of ya. Hope there's good pickings at the Eagle tomorrow night"

"Looks like you jacking your meat there buddy - can see ya arm movin"

"You found me out LOL. Watching a bud's porn in the gallery. Check it out."

I sent the link of a uniformed cop bud fukking a sub at the Cellblock

"See why you're hard bro - fukkin nice". "E"'s gauntlet reached down out of view and started moving too.

"Glad ya enjoyin it there too!"

"Sure. See we like the same stuff. Well be good to see ya tomorrow mate. By the way, the boi thinks you're great".

"Tell him he looks very useful". I thought I would chance it.

"Well see if I we can keep the feral dog on the leash LOL".

"Nice one. - see you about 11.30".

Next night I got there a bit late. The bar was full, and had to squeeze the Langlitz through the crowd of famiiar Leathercops, some Cellblock members.

Standing at the bar in the light so as to recognised, I lit a Magnum. I felt a pat on the back of the Langlitz.

"WOLF"?

"E"? Evenin!" "E" was wearing off-duty leather with Cellblock decal removed.

We shook gauntlets. "Bill - and this is my boi "A"

"A" was lean and well built in leather jock and harness.

"Nice.". I thought I'd chance it., and turned round to have a look at his arse. "And nice ass" I said, patting it with a gauntlet.

"Certainly is", laughed "E".

"You look hot in your uniform SIR"

"You look good out of clothes boi". "A" smiled and grabbed my codpiece.

"E" laughed again. "We spotted you by the cigar.

"Here, have a Magnum bud.". I took one out of my Langlitz breast pocket.

"Cheers". "E" started to light it, as "A" suddenly dropped between our breeches, and, nestled between "E"s boots, started chewing my codpiece.

"You don't mind....?, I said, nodding downwards, as I reached to undo the cod. Busy lighting the gar, without even looking Bill mumbled, "'Course bud", and continued inspecting the cigar and rolling it in his mouth.

I snapped open the cod, and in one gulp "A" took my semi - already dripping precum, and expertly stiffened my inches with his tongue under the shaft, instantly filling up his mouth.

"He's good". Bill nodded, grinning, patting "A"'s head. As if on cue, the sub slid my inches right down the back of his throat without gagging. I blinked with surprise as I my cock stumbled further down inside the sub's skull.

"REALLY good!" I laughed.

"E" winked, knowing exactly what I meant. I took this endorsement as a signal to carry on. Grabbing the sub's blond head with both gauntlets, I slowly pumped, luxuriating in the sensation of the warm tight throatpussy.

My balls were quickly bursting with jizz. But not wanting to shoot without a bud's permission, I pulled out and rammed the skull on "E"s already waiting cock. Sliding in to where I had just been seeding, Bill put his arm round my shoulder as we both took turns skulling his boi, while we enjoyed our cigars.

"You can breed him if you want", Bill mumbled, between puffs, "we're safe"

"That's REAL interestin".

Bill then dismounted. "You want another Bud?". Squeezing his shoulders through the crowded bar which had been enjoying the display, Bill left his boi with my cock in his mouth. "A" came up for air. Reaching inside my open Langlitz, he pulled open my cop shirt and started chewing my pecs.

"!BOSS, do you want to fuck me. I really want you inside me BOSS".

""'Long as your BOSS joins in boi" I warned. "A" dropped back down to his knees and continued blowing my inches. Bill came back holding three beers and, cigar rammed in the corner of his mouth, nodded towards the barrels; "More room over there".

"A" sprung up and, followed behind me into the middle of the fuck area. Bill put the drinks on one barrel. Unzipping his breeches, Bill held "A" by his harness and pushed his head over another barrel and rammed his readied cock up the subs arse, nodding at me to fill the other hole.

For what what turned out to be two hours, we spit-roast the moaning sub, with other subs mauling our pecs and boots... Bill fucked the boi's arse harder and harder as the night went on.

"You wanna fuck him?" Bill asked,

"Thanks mate but I'm gonna - FFFFFUUUUUUKKKKK!!

I shot the load that had been boiling in my nuts right in the sub guts. Bill followed shouting as he pumped his DNA in the sub's cunt.

Unlocking my cock., the sub dropped to his knees, saying - "I stll want you to fuck me.", before licking my raw shaft clean.

"Next time boi" I grinned, shaking gauntlets with his BOSS...

SARGE 'WOLF' MACK ON CELLBLOCK DUTY DESK.