Deputy Wilcox In his uniform, Deputy Jeremy Wilcox was the..

Deputy Wilcox In his uniform, Deputy Jeremy Wilcox was the stereotypical alpha male, big, strong, confident, and in control. He reeked of authority as he strutted around in his uniform. His large muscles bulge and flex as he moves. On duty he was always in control and in charge. Few gave him any bullshit or trouble. Wilcox was stern and confident, even arrogant, with an air superiority about him. His voice was deep and masculine. His whole persona was intimidating. However, when he was off duty and out of his uniform, there was a different Jeremy Wilcox. Under his uniform and bulletproof vest, Wilcox was completely smooth from the neck down. Every morning he impeccably inspected himself to make sure there wasn’t a single body hair on his flawless, muscular body. On duty, under his uniform, he wore only jockstraps. The straps were tight as they hugged his large bubble ass. Inside the tight pouch, Officer Wilcox’s impressive cock was locked up in a cockcage. It reminded him, even on duty and in his alpha male mode, he was an owned man. He even had his owner’s initials, DCS, tattooed on his lower back just above his smooth buttocks. Deputy Wilcox had just gotten off his shift and had worked out for two hours with a couple of his fellow deputies at the gym. His workout partners were amazed how much Wilcox could lift even after a long day shift. He also amazed them by how cool and collected he was. “What your secret man, you never seem stressed any more,” Officer Boggess asked as Wilcox finished his set. “Probably from being single,” Wilcox’s police partner Deputy King laughed. Wilcox finished his set and sat up on the bench, “nah, man, I just learned to let go of being in charge and in control of everything all the time, especially when I’m not at work.” His two friends knew it wasn’t always the case. Jeremy had anger issues in the past and had been disciplined on numerous occasions. However, after he started seeing the psychologist the department had hired, Wilcox was like another man. He seems more mellow and calm. They even see the change in him while working out. Wilcox was so much more focused and his gains were unreal. He got bigger, more muscular, and stronger. Wilcox, looked at his watch, “dudes, I have to get going.” He stood up and picked up his gym bag and headed to the locker, “see you two in the morning.” “Have a good one,” the two friends waved as Jeremy exited the weight room. As Wilcox stripped out of his workout clothes, an older man couldn’t help but check him out. Jeremy Wilcox’s body was flawless and perfect. The man raised his eyebrows when Wilcox peeled off his shirt and the tattoo on his lower back was revealed. It was very rare to see a muscle god like Wilcox with a tramp stamp tattoo. However, with the tattoo it was hard to take away from the masculinity that Wilcox's body was displaying. Jeremy kept his back to the older man, the wide back made a perfect v, from the massive lats and traps down to the narrow waist. The man couldn’t look away as Wilcox bent over and peeled down his shorts, displaying his smooth ass, framed by his black jockstrap. The big glutes were perfectly round, like two basketballs. The man could even see the smooth, slaved hole peeking out from between the massive ass cheeks. Wilcox stood as he stepped out of the sweaty shorts and opened his locker. When he turned with his uniform in hand, his eyes caught the older man staring. The man, realizing that Wilcox was a deputy sheriff, quickly turned away. However, Wilcox showed no emotion toward the man as he dressed back into his uniform. At one time, the former homophobic straight stud would have been furious and would had publicly embarrass the gay man. Instead, Wilcox just took his time redressing into his uniform, giving the older man a nice view of his muscular body. Once he was fully dressed in his uniform, Wilcox threw his gym bag over his shoulders and walked out of the locker room. Before leaving though he made sure to give the stranger a wink and smile as he walked out. Wilcox then drove home in his patrol car. A month ago he had moved out of his tiny apartment and into his therapist's large mansion. Wilcox drove his patrol cock up the long driveway and parked it in front of the large house. Once inside, Wilcox removed his boots at the front door and walked in just his socks up to his room. The furnishings in his room were few but expensive. He didn’t take any of his own belongings, except for a few clothes when he moved out of his apartment. His master had sold most of his belongings. Wikcox learned that he didn’t need much. In his room, Wilcox once again removed his uniform and carefully hung up his shirt, vest, and pants, and secured his gun and belt in one of the dresser drawers. This time however, he peeled the jockstrap down his large, muscular legs and stepped out of them. He briefly stopped at the mirror to look at himself. His muscles were bigger, and more shredded than it ever was. His blond hair was cut in a high and tight style, popular with police officers and military types and his blue eyes were intense. He loved how the smoothness of his body showed off every sculpted muscle and vascular vein. His entire body was a golden tan, no tanlines was visible. His once thick, proud cock however, looked so tiny in the steel and plastic cage. The old Wilcox would be ashamed of it. Now though his own cock was unimportant. Wilcox went over to the dresser and picked up a tube of lube. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Wilcox then reached behind himself and stroked his own tight hole. He hissed as he pushed the lube finger into his hole. His cock wanted to get hard so bad, but the cockcage kept him from it. Despite his cock’s discomfort he continued to lube his hole. When he got himself prepared, he then exited the room and made his way back downstairs. He could hear the classical music coming from the study and made his way into the room. Dr. Sloan sat in his favorite chair by the grand fireplace, smoking his cigar and reading. Wilcox didn’t say a word as he made his way across the room to the bar and carefully made the Doctor a drink. He could feel Sloan’s eyes in his bare ass as he made the drink. Wilcox started to feel the discomfort of the cage as his cock stirred. After he made the drink, he then walked over to his master and knelt before him. Dr. Sloan put down his book and took the drink from Wilcox’s hand. “How was your workout tonight,” the doctor asked, then took a slip of his drink. “Good, sir,” Wilcox answered as his hands moved to the doctor’s robe and opened it. The doctor smiled down at the muscular blonde deputy kneeling naked before him. Wilcox looked at the doctor’s thick cock in awe and devotion as he stroked it with his large fist. The deputy then opened his mouth to a perfect O shape and took the cock into his mouth. Wilcox was literally purring over the cock as he began to worship it. All day, in the back of the deputy’s mind, he was waiting for this moment. He took the cock deep into his mouth and pulled off of it. He then worked his tongue over the thick meat, before once again swallowing it. The doctor put down his drink and gripped Wilcox’s high and tight cut hair with one hand. He loved the feel of the bristles of the buzzed hair against his hand as he guided the deputy on and off his cock. Wilcox’s blue eyes looked up at him searching for approval and in lust as his head bobbed on and off the doctor’s cock. The first time he saw Deputy Jeremy Wilcox, Dr. Sloan knew the police officer’s mouth would be a nice cocksucking mouth after the proper training. The doctor then pulled a key chain from around his neck. Seeing the key to his cockcage, Wilcox pulled his mouth off of the cock and stood up. He placed his hands behind his back and stood motionlessly as Sloan found the key and began to unlock the steel device around his cock. When the cage fell to the floor, Wilcox’s cock grew full mast and rock hard. The doctor then stood up and took the muscle blonde police officer by the hand and led him over to a large round ottoman that stood in the center of the study. Wilcox’s cock was standing straight ahead, leaking. He didn’t need to be told what to do. He got on the ottoman on all four. His powerful, thick’s legs were wide showing off his smooth cop pussy. Wilcox then pressed his head down and spread his arms until his large chest was flat on the ottoman and his ass was in the air. The doctor moved behind him and pressed his cock at the opened hole. Wilcox moaned loud in pleasure as the doctor’s large cock pushed into him. “Thank you, sir,” his voice was masculine even as he was getting pounded from behind. The doctor pulled out and thrust back in hard and deep. Wilcox’s groans filled the room as he pushed back for more. His own thick cock was bouncing as his prostate was rammed over and over. Dr. Sloan was enjoying Wilcox’s tightness. He pushed all the way into the deputy sheriff’s manpussy and then whispered into Wilcox’s hole. “Cum for me.” Wilcox let out a loud deep moan and came hard. As he came his ass muscles clamp down on the doctor’s cock and milked it. The doctor let out a grunt and quickly followed Wilcox, filling his ass with his cum. When he pulled out of Wilcox, the deputy sheriff slid off the ottoman and down onto his knees. Wilcox then licked the doctor’s cock clean. Wilcox looked up at the doctor and once again in his deep voice, “thank you, master.”