V.P.P.O (Volunteer Prisoners for Police Operation): Parts 1 & 2

A horny guy with a fetish for police officers is arrested and taken to a secret facility in this new series from bbtallman.

V.P.P.O (Volunteer Prisoners for Police Operation): Parts 1 & 2
by bbtallman
Series: V.P.P.O

Part One: Getting Caught

vppoI was walking down the street in the big city on my way to an event. That wasn’t the only reason I came to the big city. I have a huge fetish for men in uniform and I like looking for fun. The big city is a perfect place for me to blend in with the crowd and look around.

I expected a higher police presence since there was an event and I was right. At practically every street corner, there was an officer standing or on patrol. I was in heaven. So much to look at. I decided to take a seat at a couple of different benches and pretend to be looking on my phone but at the same time, taking pictures of the different officers in the area.

Now, all of the policemen in the pictures, I liked but not fully attracted to them. However, I was looking at some of the pictures on my phone and I was bumped into by someone and I dropped it on the ground. I looked up and did a double take because it was a police officer and a young one too.

He apologized and bent down to pick up my phone. I eyed him up and down. I was very attracted to him. He was tall and had a athletic build. His uniform fit perfectly allowing his muscles to be showcased. We made eye contact and I got lost in his hazel eyes. His short blonde hair glistened in the sun. He handed me my phone, smiled, and nodded at me, then walked away.

I was officially obsessed with him. I had to follow him and get his attention. I quickly got up and started to follow him down the street. I could see him at the crosswalk and his handcuffs shined on his utility belt. I could see some other officers at the next street corner and I assumed he must be heading to meet up with them. There was a street bench nearby. I waited for him to reach his fellow officers and then I sat down on the bench and took out my phone.

I got several pictures of him standing there. After I got enough, I just pretended to be looking at my phone but was staring at him. He started to look around at the crowd then he turned in my direction and did a double take like he recognized me. He turned back to the other officers and must have said his goodbyes because he started walking down the street.

I was totally hooked now and wanted to get closer to him. I got up and started walking in his direction. The other officers kept on talking as I passed. None of them paid any attention to me so I figured he must not have said anything to them. I picked up the pace to catch up to him. He stopped at a crosswalk waiting for the signal to turn but was looking around. We made eye contact but didn’t do anything. He made his way forward through the large crowd that was there. I accidently bumped into someone as I was walking. I turned to apologize to the person and when I turned back, I lost sight of the officer. The crowd hadn’t moved so I knew he had to be in the area still.

I started to slowly approach the crowd keeping my eye out for him. The walk signal came up and the crowd started to move. I decided to go with the crowd to see if I could find him. I was about a quarter of the way across the street when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Someone quickly said, “Keep looking forward and keep walking. At the end of the crosswalk, you will enter the first building with me. I will open the doors and you will follow my lead. Do not resist or try to push away. Do you understand?”

I nodded as I continued to walk. I was scared. I didn’t know what kind of trouble I was in. I could see in the corner of my eye that it was a police officer. I was slightly getting turned on by the whole thing.

We reached the end of the crosswalk and I felt the grip on my shoulder tighten. He led me to the first doors of the nearest building. He opened the doors and forced me into building and made me turn left into a room. He put me up against the wall and turned on a light. Then I was brought over to a chair and was sat down. I looked up and realized I was face to face with the officer that I was following.

Part 2: Meeting The Officer of My Dreams

The officer looked pissed. He was breathing heavy, jaw was clenched, and he started pacing back and forth.

“Why are you following me? What is your deal?” He was yelling at me pretty loudly.

I started to apologize profusely. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you,” he said puzzle. “Why would I hurt you?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure what is going on. I am just very embarrassed and scared. I just thought you were very attractive and wanted to find you.”

“Find me? What did you want to do?”

“I’m sorry sir. I shouldn’t have followed you. I just wanted to take pictures. Like I said, I find you very attractive and wanted to take some pictures. I wasn’t going to do anything. I just have a heavy attraction to men like you.”

The officer seemed to calm down the more we talked. He actually seemed very flattered the more I told him how much I was attracted to him. Then he asked a question I was not expecting. “You like being restrained as well? Having an authoritative person being in control of you?”

I looked up at him with a shocked looked on my face. He smiled and said, “I take that as a yes. Stand up and interlace your fingers behind your head.”

His request took me a little bit to process. He said it again and I looked up at him with a puzzled look and then the cop in him took over. He came up to me, grabbed me, and forced me to the ground. “Get down on the ground.” I didn’t have much of a choice. Before I knew it, I was on my stomach with him on top of me holding me down on the ground. Both of my arms were forced behind my back and the cuffs were put on.

He fidgeted around with the cuffs and then he grabbed my arm and helped me into a seated position but instead of helping me up onto my feet, he came around behind me and sat down. He put his legs on both sides of me and slid forward. His arm came around my neck and chest area and pulled me back against him. He held me there and started to feel me up. He was rubbing my chest, stomach and went down to my waist.

The feeling of being pinned against him was a huge turn on. I couldn’t do anything. I would try to move or struggle, and he would tighten his grip on me. He kept whispering in my ear to “relax” and to “enjoy the ride.”

“You aren’t going anywhere my friend. You wanted to get up close and personal with me, your wish is coming true. You are all mine and there is nothing you can do about it.”

He continued to feel up my body and he found my crotch area. I heard him chuckle as he felt how hard my dick was. He kept rubbing and tapping it and I kind of melted into him more. My body relaxed, my eyes closed, my breathing started to get heavier, and I started moaning and grunting from the pleasure. His hand covered my mouth to mute the sounds coming out.

Then he stopped and he slid back and got up. I fell backwards onto my back and I laid there looking up at him wondering what he was doing. He turned his head toward the receiver of and grabbed it at the same time. He talked into the receiver and said, “18-30 to 400.”

“Go ahead,” was the response that came through.

“I am at the 1030 with a positive candidate for the VPPO program. Can you transport to the facility?”

A couple seconds passed and a response came through. “10-4. Timeframe for hold?”

The officer looked at his watch and said, “I have a ten left. You can go full treatment if you want. Just don’t break him..” My head jerked up in response. My eyes widened. He leaned down and patted me on my head.

“Be there in five,” was the response he received. He looked down at me with a big grin on his face. He helped me up to my feet and brought me over to the wall. He started digging through my pockets, turning them inside out. He did a very thorough pat down throughout my body especially around the ass and crotch area. I would moan as he would push his hand in my ass crack deeper and deeper.

The door opened and another officer walked in. This one was in his early thirties, black hair, average build, and a light scruff for facial hair. He came over to where we were standing. The two officers nodded at each other and the new one confirmed a time when I would be picked up.Then, we were out the door. I didn’t have much time to react and I tripped over my feet. I looked back at the officer wanting to be with him instead of being dragged off.

The new officer didn’t say anything to me as we walked to the vehicle. The patrol car was a Impala-styled vehicle. The back seat was all plastic seating with a mold for the arms and shoulders in the back rest. He quickly got me in and buckled my seatbelt. He grabbed a restraint down near my feet and pulled it across tightly. I couldn’t move my legs at all now.

He got in the driver's side of the vehicle, started it up and drove off. I figured I was going to jail. It felt weird not being able to move in the back of the police car. I didn’t recognize any of the areas we went through and I was started to get nervous. He finally turned into a warehouse area and pulled up to this big red building that looked abandoned. I started to freak out and was yelling at the officer asking, “Where have you taken me? This isn’t the jail. What are you doing?” I was struggling as much as I could but he just ignored me and pulled up to a garage door. It automatically opened upon his approach and he drove in.


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