You know how you feel after a long day on the job and your walking out the door? The cool night air felt great to me after the last 60 minutes sitting at a desk filling out reports. I love being a patrol officer, but dam does the paperwork suck at the end of a long day. It always seems that the last day of the week is longer then all four before it put together. So here it is, 1:15 am and I'm heading back to my cruiser for the long drive home. I have already removed my tie and I'm in the process of pulling my uniform shirttail out from the confines of my pants. Unbuttoning my shirt, the cool night air blowing across the large parking lot feels so relaxing. A hint of honeysuckle in the air reminds me of when I was a kid. I only wish I wasn't warring a tee shirt underneath. The sky is clear and the stars seem really bright in spite of the lights that light the parking lot. All I want to do is get out of this uniform, kick back and drink a cold beer when I get home. Opening the cruisers door and staring it, I drop the power windows to enjoy the air on the way home. This week had been extra hot for this time of year. Easing the car into drive I head for the onramp that will lead me home. My police barracks is located along the interstate that I patrol. At this time of night I'm usually alone most of the drive. I patrol a section of interstate that is located in the high mountains. I'm a country boy at heart and will never leave this area. Born and raised here I wanted to be cop for as long as I could remember.
I settle into my usual routine and start to unwind as I gun the large car down the dark stretch of highway. My high beams on, I light a huge path across two lanes of black road. I have driven this road so much I know it like the back of my hand, but you can never know when a deer or other animal will be out. I have reported to tons of accidents where people have been killed by deer crossing the road at this time of night. I know however tired I can be I have to stay alert. With the cool damp night air blowing across my face I breath a deep sigh of relief and think about the weekend before me. After about ten minutes into my drive I see something. Up ahead of me I noticed the reflector tail lights of a large 4X4 that is parked along the shoulder of the road. As I remove my foot from the gas petal the sound of the big block engine winds down. I don't want to stop but I know I have a civic duty to. I hit my lights atop my patrol car as I ease the big car off onto the shoulder behind the truck. Gravel crushes under the car tires as I slow to a stop. With my high beams still on I see two men standing along side the truck. The hood is up on the vehicle and steam seems to be coming from the engine. As standard procedure I write down the trucks plate number and did a quick computer run of it. Nothing unusual came up as I opened my door, grabbed my police flashlight and proceeded to find out if I could be of help.
My shirt was still unbuttoned and I knew I didn't look professional but I saw I was dealing with a couple guys and I figured they would understand. Approaching them they both looked a little uneasy but I am used to that being a cop. Most people always seem to think we are after them when we stop. As I walked up I shouted "Evening Men." The one-stepped away from the other as he stepped towards me. I kept my eye on him as I shinned my bright light on the guy moving towards me. He put his hand up to cover his eyes and I saw him smile at me as we came together. Both men were dressed in low hanging shorts and no shirts on. The guy standing before me, his shorts were so low on his hips I could see the thickness of his groin hair. He was covered in thick black hair on his chest and it tapered to his groin and became thick again. He was sporting a few days growth of beard and looked sweaty. Both men quickly came across as built solid and strong looking fellows. He was first to speak. "Evening officer."
"I think we blew a radiator hose." "Hell of a time of night for something like this to happen," he laughed. I watched his body language and saw nothing to set off my police senses. "Where you guy's headed," I asked my usual question? He explained there were headed home after work when this happened. "I could call you a tow truck if you want one, " I offered? "Want to take a look, see what you think might be wrong officer," he spoke? "We don't have flashlight. " We both moved towards the front of the big high sitting truck. I could smell anti-freeze strong in the heavy damp air as I approached the bumper. The other guy I saw before was standing there looking into the darkness of the open hood when I approached. He acknowledged me as I shinned my flashlight on him. I could see that he was covered in lots tattoos. Where the other guy was very hairy, this guy was smooth. His head was shaved and he had a clean-cut look. Feeling somewhat at ease with the both of them I proceeded to shin my light on the area where the steam was still escaping. I could see traces of water still leaking from a hose that was torn. The anti-freeze was dripping onto the hot engine causing the mist. "I see your problem," I yelled. "You're definitely going to need a tow"! The words no sooner escaped my mouth than I felt two large arms go around my neck and pull me backwards. Just as quickly I felt a hand going down my side for my gun. I instantly knew I was in big trouble and used all my force to try and turn. I didn't want them to get my gun and succeeded in stopping that from happening. But all to quickly the both of them were on me and I was a goner. I felt my gun holster being undone and the weight of my protection being taken from me. I was crazed with fear and did whatever I could to escape the grip that had me around the neck. But the more I fought the tighter he squeezed. My air was cut off and training kicked in as I moved my neck into the "V" of his arm. I took a large breath of air and reached for his head. I was fighting for my life here and would do whatever I needed to do to escape. Just as I was about make contact I felt the coldness of a gun barrel at the side of my head. It was poked hard against my head to let me know I was done. "You want to fucking die cop," I heard?
My life flashed when I heard that and all the resistance I had left me. Here I was on my way home a few minutes earlier and now I was in deep shit. "Just relax Mother fucker and you'll be able to walk away from all this," was shouted in my ear! The strong smell of alcohol was on his breath. The guy I had talked with earlier was the one who had in me in his grips. It was apparent the other guy was the one who had taken my gun from me and was holding it at my head. "We going to play nice, officer," I was asked? I nodded my head Yes as if I could answer any other way. "Easy, I'm going to loosen my grip on you, no funny business or this guy will shoot you." "We got nothing to loose here officer, you better realize that fast." I again nodded my head Yes that I understood them. I was jerked to the side of the truck away from any traffic that might go by and could see my predicament. But at this time of night I knew my hopes of anybody seeing us was useless. I was slammed against the side of the truck still held tight by my captor. "Let's play nice now Mother fucker," I heard and then saw the other guy before me with my gun drawn on me. "I'm going to release you and your going to raise your hands up," you understand? I didn't answer as I watched the other guy. He was shaking somewhat and I knew at any moment he could slip and fire the gun. The tight arm around my neck released somewhat and waited to see what my reaction was going to be. When I didn't resist I heard in my ear, "Good boy," you learn fast! When I was free I moved my arms into the air as I was instructed and waited not knowing what as going to happen next. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my flashlight lying on the ground shinning on to the grass along the shoulder. I took in my whole surrounding accessing my chances of escape.
"I'm going to remove your gun belt officer," I heard behind me as I felt his hands move to my belt buckle. It was difficult for him to remove it from behind but he finally managed to do so. "Ok now, easy officer, take your shirt and tee shirt off," he spoke behind me. Instantly I barked, "Fuck no man, I'm not doing that"! The guy before me stepped closer and pointed my gun right at my face. "Do it or die motherfucker, I aint playing with you," he shouted! Knowing I was fucked I started to slip off my open shirt. I let it drop to the ground and then pulled my tee shirt from my pants and pulled it over my head. It joined my uniform shirt in a pile on the ground beneath me. I heard my handcuffs clanking behind me and knew what was coming next. "Drop your hands like a good cop"! Slowly I did as I was told keeping my eyes on the guy in front of me. "Hurry up," he shouted at me! "Relax man, he's doing good," was spoken. I moved my arms behind my back knowing I was going to be cuffed. I was worried I might be doing the wrong thing, but at the same time I was hoping they would just let me go handcuffed. The cold steel I have used a hundred times on other people was now being used on me. As the last cuff clicked and tighten on my wrist, it sounded like a bank vault closing on me.
Once he checked that the cuffs were tight he reached around and started to undo the front of my uniform pants. I now knew exactly what there were doing. They wanted my uniform! As I my pants fell and bunched at my feet, behind me again he spoke. "Kick your shoes off buddy"! Slowly I used one foot to remove my loose-laced boot. As the one slipped off I removed the other. I stood in my damp socks on the coolness of the asphalt. I was totally nude except for my socks and jockey shorts. My cuffed arms were grabbed and I felt the guy behind me move against my back. His free hand moved to my butt cheeks and I felt him trace the outline of my crack through the material. "Nice sweet butt you have their officer," I heard low against my ear. I wanted to jerk away but there was no place to move but towards the guy standing in front of me. He continued to feel my cheeks and dig through the material for my hole. "Maybe you'll let me find out," he spoke low and then licked the back of my neck. Stepping away from me he told the other guy to get my uniform on. I watched as he handed the gun to him and he opened his shorts. They dropped and he kicked off his shoes. He reached for my uniform pants that were at my feet and turned to pull them on. What I saw then shocked me more. My blood ran cold as I saw DOC stamped on the seat of the boxer shorts he wore. Escaped cons! Now I knew I was in deep shit and I had better play my cards right or these guys might kill me. They were right they had nothing to loose!
I watched as he dressed in my uniform. He even put on my tee shirt as he smiled at me with an evil grin. The uniform looked somewhat tight on him. I hated to admit it but he could pass as an officer dressed that way now. I was told to step into his shorts as they were placed at my feet. Moving up my legs and then my thighs there were fasten on me. I was told to slip my boots back on as I braced myself against the side of the truck so I wouldn't fall. When all was done I was grabbed by my handcuffed arm and lead towards my cruiser. The guy dressed in my uniform went to the drivers' door and hit the power locks. I heard the back doors unlock as I was pulled to the back of the car. Opening the back passenger door I was told to get in. I thought quickly about trying to run but I knew I wouldn't get far cuffed. So with great dread I eased myself into the back of my own patrol car. Once seated the cuffs dug deep into my wrists. I now knew what my prisoners cried about when they got in the back seat. I fought the urge to say anything and accepted the pain as punishment for my stupidity. Over and over in my head I ran the events that had just happened, still in shock. The slamming of my car door brings me back to reality. I watched as the guy who took me down now ran back to the truck they were driving. He quickly ran back with about four bottles of liquor. The other back door opens and he slips in beside me smiling. The door slamming he quickly barks, "Couldn' t leave these behind"! Looking at me he said, "Hell we had to rob a liquor store to get these and that truck." That said I felt the transmission drop down and the police car pull back onto the roadway. Flooring the pedal the car fishtailed and he almost lost control of the powerful vehicle. Quickly speeding up fast the guy up front driving bragged, "God dam this car will move'!
As I sat quietly and boiled at what was happening. The guy beside me opened one of the liquor bottles and took a good swig of the contents. I watched as he swallowed a large amount. Dropping the bottle and grasping for air he yelled real loud, "Yee Haw"! He scooted closer to me and asked if I wanted a drink? I shook my head no but he didn't except that answer. Leaning close to my face he spoke, "Might as well enjoy yourself, a dink might ease your mind some." Not waiting for me to answer he brought the bottle to my lips and squeezed the sides of my mouth open. "Drink or drown," he offered. The strong tasting whiskey rushed over my tongue and to the back of my throat. I swallowed fast as more and more liquid filled my mouth. Once it started to run out the sides of my lips he pulled the bottle back. I swallowed and coughed as I felt the warmness the booze hit my belly. He took another big drink before putting the cap back on the bottle. Sitting it in the floorboards he turned to look at me again.
Pointing his finger at me he whispered, "Just relax, I'm not going to hurt you." I watched as he moved his hand to my chest and started to feel the light hair I had on it. "You got a fucking nice body on you officer." Cupping my right tit in his hand and squeezing it he spoke again, "I been in jail a long time and you look real fine to me right now." In a low whisper I said I wasn't a faggot and I don't swing that way. He nodded he understood continuing to run his hand up and down my chest. "I wasn't either till I got to jail." "Jail changes a man, makes him do things he never though he would." "Your in a situation like that now officer." "You might have to change to survive all this."
If I thought I was scarred before I was really scarred now. I took a deep breath when I felt him open the front of the shorts I was in. His hand went to the front of my jockey shorts and he gripped my pride. "Feels like you have a nice piece of equipment down here." "Be a shame to loose it wouldn't it." He smiled at me as I turned to look him full in the face. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? "Don't worry man, I'm not after this," he squeezed my balls and cock hard. Slowly his fingers moved below my ball sack and dug for my asshole. "I'm after this"! His big ruff fingers parted my cheeks as I sat an d dug so hard into me I thought the material of my shorts would tare. Finding the warm area he again smiled at me. "I want this." "I'm not going to rape you, don't worry your good looking head about that, no you're going to offer it up to me, that is if you want to go home alive." He pulled his hand back and reached for the bottle again. "Another drink officer"?
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If you liked this story so far, maybe you would like some of the others I have written and posted here at Nifty. "The Ex Con and The Cop," Dec. 30, 2005, "The Road Crew and the Cop", Dec11, 2007. Both are in the archrive, Adult Friends.