Arthur opened the hatch to his safe house in Hamylin and slipped inside. He climbed down the ladder and plopped into the bed. "Damn this is hard" Arthur mumbled to himself. Wandering the streets trying to flip polarities on the downer detectors without getting caught, Sneaking around at night trying to avoid the gas masked bobbies, stealing their key cards and batons, it was all terrifying. He thought about how the bobbies chase after him and beat him with their batons. Arthur swallowed nervously. The bobbies themselves were terrifying. They sent adrenalin rushing through his veins. In the heat of the moment...he almost enjoyed it. He hated these thoughts. He knew they were wrong. These men were drugged up psychos who had no problem with beating him to death. But part of him wanted to get caught. Arthur glanced down at the newly formed tent in his pants. "Bother..." He mumbled. It was one of those nights. He cupped his groin in his hand. He felt awful, dirty, this was wrong he knew it was. He covered up his eyes with his hand and slipped his other hand into his trousers. The Image in his mind was vivid, him running from the bobbies. He brushed his cock softly and bit his lip. The bobbies had him now and brought their batons on him. He touched a bruise on his thigh and hit it. He gasped in both pain and pleasure. "That shouldn't feel that good" Arthur moaned softly. He imagined him being pinned to the brick wall of a house and the bobbies running their hands all over his body. He began to pump now, biting back small moans. He wanted to get caught, he wanted the bobbies to catch him, beat him up and- . He stopped at that thought. Slowly he took his hand off his eyes. He slipped his trousers off and laid back on his cot. Slowly he wrapped his hand around his dick again and began to stroke himself. He slipped his other hand into his mouth and sucked on his two fingers. "I can't believe I'm doing this" Arthur thought to himself. Arthur slipped his slick fingers out of his mouth. Slowly he slid them underneath himself. Arthur sucked in a breath and slowly pushed one finger inside of himself. He closed his eyes and imaged the tall Bobbie towering over him, pinning him to the wall, Arthur powerless to stop him. Quiet moans escaped Arthur's mouth. He brushed against his prostate and gasps in pleasure. Arthur slips his second finger in and begins to slowly rock on them. He slowly scissored his fingers, stretching himself out. Arthur bites his lip and slips a third finger in. Arthur moans loudly and thrusts his fingers roughly into himself. He wanted the bobbies to do this, to catch him, pin him against the wall and fuck him senseless. Arthur moaned out a chain of pleases as he pumped himself in time with his fingers. Arthur hits his prostate hard and comes with the image of the bobbies grinning mask in his mind. He flops onto his bed panting. "Oh god is there something wrong with me." He mutters bitterly. "Oi!" The deep voice from outside startles him. He hears someone knock on the top of the metal hatch to his safe house. "Keep it down in there mate!" Arthur screams internally as he realizes the night guard bobbies heard him.
