By cuffedstories
About an hour had passed when I heard the door open. It was unfortunately just the bailiff bringing another guy in. This guy had a smug look on his face. The bailiff put him in the cell across from me, but he didn’t take his cuffs off. This guy just had a shirt and tie on but not suit jacket. He stood at the bars started me down for a solid 30 seconds and asked, “You going upstate?”
“Uh no. County,” I answered. “How bout you?” I asked trying to be nice.
He then just laughed and said, “Life sentence in state. All cause of a pretty boy like you.” He then walked around a little then looked back at me, “Faggot just like you tried to hit on me. So I made sure he suffered till his last breath…” It was in that moment where I was beyond with my situation. Yeah 7 years in county would suck, but I was happy I wasn’t going to fear for my life because of monsters like this guy. After a few minutes two officers came in and took him out. Got him in all sorts of chains and led him out. I laid back down on the bench with a sigh of relief.
Finally, an hour later, the door opened and there they were. I was expecting Scott, but Joe was here too. Joe looked at me and said, “Wow my first day back and we get to bring you back to jail?” Scott then handed the bailiff some money and a piece of cake. “Yeah our…meeting…went longer than expected. My apologies.” Those fuckers. I had to sit here longer cause they were having a big old welcome back party for Joe. Scott had mentioned his wife had another baby. That’s jail though. You never come first. The bailiff then came and unlocked the cell. Joe then said, “Turn around. Hands behind your back, inmate.” I had just turned around when Joe yanked my hands behind my back. He held them in position while he unclipped his cuffs. He then snapped each cuff really tight around my wrists. He hadn’t done this in a while, so he was enjoying it. He then pulled me by my left arm out of the cell and let me out of the room while Scott followed.
Once we left the room Scott grabbed onto my right arm and they started walking me down the long hallway. They definitely parked the cruiser out front so they could give me perp walk. We walked super slow. Joe on my left. Scott on my right. They loved every second of this. They were putting on a show. They walked with their heads held high and menacing smiles on their face each gripping me hard.
A couple people stopped and watched. It was no secret that I was headed to jail. I was in a jail uniform, my hands cuffed behind my back, with an officer on each arm. Seven years of jail awaited me at the end of this walk. It still didn’t feel real.
We finally reached the front door, and Scott and Joe led me out to the cruiser. Scott got in the driver seat and then Joe stuffed me in the back seat and belted me in. Joe got in the passenger seat and we drove off to jail. As we were driving Scott said, “Yeah sorry boy that meeting actually was Joe’s welcome back party.”
“I figured,” I answered.
Joe then said, “Hey they didn’t even tell us how long your sentence is this time.”
I then answered, “I got 7 years this time.”
Joe then rubbed his hands together and said, “Oh boy, nice! This really is the best day.”
I felt like I could be open with these guys, so I said, “Also my arresting officer was there today. He actually testified on my behalf, so I got a charge dropped and they didn’t send me to state prison.”
Scott then looked at Joe and said, “Yeah Patrick who arrested him is my buddy.” As I sat in the back of the cruiser cuffed, I realized why my arresting officer did what he did. My arresting officer owed Scott a favor. So he did everything he could to get me sent back to county. It’s kind of a win-win situation for everyone. Patrick my arresting officer got whatever he wanted a while back. I go to jail where I’m not worried about getting killed. Joe and Scott have me at their full service.
When we got back to the jail Scott parked the car and got out. Joe then got out and got me out of the car and said, “Welcome home, boy.” They led me to the door in their usual position. This time Scott on my left. Joe on my right. They marched me down the hallways nice and slow. They stopped to chat with every CO who passed. Chatting it up about whatever they wanted. They didn’t care how long I just had to stand there quietly with my hands cuffed behind my back. It’s jail. What I want doesn’t matter. We passed the head CO and Scott was like, “Hey boss! Look who’s staying for 7 years!”
The head CO then walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Well lucky for you, son. We haven’t had anyone in your old job for a while. I’m glad you’re back.”
Scott and Joe then marched me to my cell. Once we got to my cell, Scott walked me inside and Joe left. Scott then pushed me on my knees and undid his pants. “I think you need to earn your way out of those cuffs,” he said. As I wrapped my mouth around Scott’s big daddy dick he moaned, “Oh FUCK! Thank you, Patrick.” It didn’t take long for Scott to fire four big cum shots down my throat. Once he was done he pulled me up and took off my cuffs. “God no one does that better than you.” As he was leaving my cell I sat on my cot and he stood in the doorway. “You know what’s funny, boy?” he said. “You’re getting out now in 7 years. That’s also when I can put in for early retirement.”
I then half laughed.
He looked at me and said, “These last 7 years of work are gonna be the best yet.” He then strutted away happy as a clam cause his balls were just drained. As I laid there, I could still taste his cum in my mouth. That taste was one that I was gonna feel in my mouth for the next 7 years. I guess there are worse things.
To be continued …
