Im a tough cop but for some reason I started obeying this punk high school kid we were arresting. My young partner and I were just about to give the kid a strip search. I must admit I kind of enjoy doing that to the punks. Im not gay or anything but I like to show them who is charge and take them down a notch. Nothing better than seeing those tough guys so embarrassed and feeling totally helpless and controlled. I never thought for a moment it could ever happen to me!
But something weird happened the kid pulled out a wand or something and pointed it at us. Suddenly we were listening to him. The prisoners in the cell started laughing at us. I wanted to give them the boot but I couldn’t. For some reason I was obeying this kid. And so was my partner.
We were told we had to call the kid "Sir”. I rolled my eyes at that then glanced at my partner Jake and he was looking at me. He looked terrified.
“Yes sir” we both said. Why was I obeying?
We had to empty our pockets. Then we had to strip. There was no privacy at all. There was a lot of people in that room the entire time. I couldn't believe the indignity of it. “I’m a cop!”, I thought, it wasn't like I was a criminal or something! I deserved some respect!
When we got down to our underwear I asked if this was really necessary. I quickly was berated not using "Sir". Then I repeated my question with "Sir". I couldn't help sounding a little sarcastic when I did so, and was then told by the punk firmly "Yes. everything"
It was like a stupid game of Simon says that we use to play except now I was nude, the punk was giving the orders and I couldn't choose not to play.
I had to show the prisoners I arrested, everything. I stood there in front of them bare ass naked with my dick and balls hanging out for all to see.
I hated those fucking low lives and they hated me! It was terrible having them see me naked and helpless like this. There smiles and catcalls just made it worse.
I had to open mouth and move my tongue around. Then we had to bend our ears forward. Standing with my arms over my head wiggling my fingers, I wondered if my hairy pits were smelling. I felt ridiculous balancing on one foot then the other lifting my feet and wiggling my toes.
I gave an angry look when I had to hold my dick up for him and then lift my balls. It was so weird moving my junk around in all these positions so this high school student could look at it. Then we had to turn and bend over and spread our butt cheeks. I wondered what all those people thought of my hair lined crack and swinging nuts. I was suppose to be in charge here and I was being forced to show my ass hole! It was unbelievable.
As I was facing the floor like that coughing, I could hear other people walking in and I wondered who else was getting to look at my, no longer so private, privates. Were my coworkers there? Why weren't they doing anything to help us?
It was sure different getting a strip search than giving one.
Then I was ordered to open the jail door and go in there with all those learing prisoners. They were all wearing their jail clothes but Jake and I had to stay naked. We walked in as they all laughed and whistled at out cute butts and swing dicks. Then we were locked in and I stared out and asked “now what?”