To the readers:
If you have been reading my stories for some amount of time, you might recognize this story as "Officer Max" back in the year 2006. It has had the name changed, and is being expanded and enlarged. The original chapter one was included in the 'Ultimate Gay Erotica 2006' book, and after its chapter two was posted on Nifty, I rather "left it behind." A reader "found it" back in the older stuff and I was asked if there would be more, so I have returned back to it, modified it some and have enlarged it. Additional chapters will follow. Thanks for reading it.
Officer Ted
By: Wade Wright
Chapter One: Meeting Officer Ted
The Cup of Java Café wasn't the greatest looking restaurant along the highway, but for Gary it sure did come up just at the right time. He was just finishing up a good "Blue Plate Special" of some great meat loaf, mashed potatoes, sliced peaches, whole wheat bread and all the rest of some good home style cooking when he realized that the stool, two stools away from his counter stool, was being occupied.
"Hi Ted," the waitress said as he noticed the new customer come in and sit down. "You going to have something to eat, or just a cup of java?"
Looking over toward Gary, the customer, obviously a Highway Patrolman in full proper, and very well fitting officer attire, answered. "No Jenny. I'm just going to have some coffee. Just really stopped in to see if Mom's gone home yet or not."
"Yeah Ted, she left about an hour or so ago."
"Good! Just give me some coffee then, I don't have too much time, I need to get back out on the road."
As Jenny sat the officer's coffee down, he turned to Gary and asked. "So is that your Mustang with the Indiana plates on it?"
Gary turned toward the officer and replied, "Yeah -- yes it is."
"Well, you certainly are a long way from home then aren't you?" The officer asked. "You traveling alone, all by yourself?"
Once again looking over toward the officer, Gary replied, "Yeah, traveling alone, just me and my radio."
"What you doing all the way out here in California, all by yourself?"
"Decided Indiana was not the place for me any longer, and just decided to see where I end up."
"So I assume you are just kind of headed down the road, and to no place in particular then, right?"
As Gary stood up from his stool, he continued to answer the officer's friendly question, with, "Yeah, I kind of guess so." He then moved over toward the cash register, and paid his bill. The waitress thanked him for stopping in, and the officer turned and suggested that he, "Take care, and be careful!"
Gary turned as he started to pull on the door and replied, "Thanks, will do. Bye!"
Gary pulled out of the parking lot, turned right and once again got onto I-10 and headed west. Thinking back to his short conversation with the officer, he started to admit to himself that perhaps he could have been a little more friendly and outgoing with the officer since he did seem to be attempting a friendly conversation. "Confronted with an officer of the law, and one that looks like that, I guess is enough to make any person pretty uptight and timid."
Gary's mental image of the officer was, as he figured any person, man, woman, straight or gay would admit, was damn hot! Seldom did he consciously look at guys since he was a straight guy, but he did admit that person deserved a lot of admiration. Obviously had spent a lot of time in a weight room, and also obviously had been blessed with some very favorable family genes. Remembering back to the sight that sat down beside him, Gary rather listed the man's attributes. Six foot two or three, probably two thirty to two hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle, real solid muscle, and a whole lot of those muscles packed into his upper arms. Gary could remember very clearly how the upper arm sleeves were pulled so tightly to just get the fabric around those biceps. He remembered too, how the chest of that shirt certainly was, and needed to be, much larger than the waist line. He remembered he quickly glanced at the man's legs as he started to sit down, nicely close to him, and wondered how in the hell a person like him can wear uniform pants that hug the skin as tightly as his pants do, and still not rip -- was definitely a question he had pondered before. He had definitely noticed that Ted's -- as he heard the waitress call him -- were probably hugging his thick leg muscles tighter than any pair he had seen before. Suddenly he was wondering if all of the California officers looked that good in their uniforms. As he drove on, mentally recapturing the mental image of Officer Ted, and assuming that `Ted' was probably short for Theodore, he admitted that he had never before had reasons to look at other men and their bodies, and he certainly had never knowingly admired the appearance of a black man before. But, he decided, maybe it was the total combination of the stretched uniform, the big muscles, the body shape, the big chest, the thick neck, the tiny waist, the thigh-high leg muscle grabbing boots, the bold and strong face, and the mahogany skin tone that was making Gary decide -- that was really one beautiful person. Big, bold, black and beautiful! Never before had he ever thought in those terms of another man, even some he had seen pictured in some muscle magazines, but he did have to admit, that one was "pretty."
It was just about 8:30 when Gary had left the cafe from having his supper meal, and his rather abbreviated conversation with the officer that he did now admit that he was having some trouble getting out of his mind. He was feeling very ashamed that he had not been friendlier with the officer. He did not think he was giving the State of Indiana a very good representation. He did not look at himself as a person that would normally act that way, and he was definitely deciding that the super appearance that Officer Ted displayed, was a little more intimidating to him than he had realized, when he was there, and close to him. He was now getting pretty pissed at himself for acting so "childish."
Cruising along, continuing to be unhappy with himself and his earlier actions, Gary was attempting to find a good radio station that he could tune in to, as he continued to head west on I-10 and also keep an eye open for an appropriate, "cheap" motel, that he could stop at, for the night. Since he was -- in his terms, "free on the road," he did not have any type of a set time schedule, and his motel selections were, "as they come."
Suddenly without warning, he realized that he had red and blue strobe lights flashing at him from behind, and as he looked down at this speedometer to see if he had forgotten to watch his speed, he immediate started to pull over to the side of the road.
The highway patrol car pulled in behind him, and of course left the overheads on. Gary looked into his side rearview mirror and in shock, realized he was being pulled over by "Officer Ted."
"So young man! Just where in the hell do you think you are going so damn fast?" "Officer Ted" asked as he approached the side window.
"Sir, I wasn't speeding. I was only going about sixty five miles per hour and I saw a sign where the speed limit is seventy, in here. Really, I wasn't speeding!"
"Just give me your driver's license kid. Don't try to tell me what I saw. I'm not new at this, understand?"
Gary in his very shaken state of being, handed the officer his driver's license, and attempted a "Yes sir, yes sir."
"Oh, so Gary A. Smith!" The officer stated as he looked at the license. "Yeah -- Gary Smith! That sure does sound like a fake name! Is this a fake driver's license or something? What does the A stand for -- Ass?"
"No sir -- Arthur. It stands for Arthur!"
"Yeah, I bet! What parent is going to name their kid Gary A. Smith so that his initials spell GAS? What -- age twenty-three -- right? Well is that right, or is that a fake too?"
"No Sir, that is right! Sir that is not a fake license!"
"Yeah right! Right! You kids from back east think you can pull shit on us out here and you're just a little too stupid to know we know what in the hell is happening. Five feet nine? Right?"
Gary replied, "Yeah, yes Sir!"
Hundred and ninety three pounds? There's no way you weigh a hundred and ninety three pounds kid! That's got to be a lie."
"Yes Sir, yes I do weigh right at two hundred pounds now. That license is about a year and a half old."
"Oh come on kid! You ain't that big. There's no way you weight two hundred pounds."
"Yes I do Sir. Sir, I used to be in wrestling in high school, and my body is kind of solid. Sir, I do weight almost two hundred pounds."
Just as Gary was trying to state that he did weigh right at about two hundred pounds, the officer bent over closer to the driver's side window, looked in, then reached in with his left hand and as he slide his hand down under Gary's crotch, he said, "Hey man, what you trying to hide down here? What you sitting on man, what's under here?"
As he kept asking the questions about what Gary was sitting on, the officer kept a constant roaming under Gary's crotch, which did include some slight crotch grabbing. Gary almost froze still wondering just what in the hell was happening that Officer Ted now had his hand down under his crotch, and was obviously feeling around down there.
"Oh come on here! Hey, get out of the car and come over to the other side."
Gary did as he was instructed, but he certainly was not pleased with what was happening, especially since he was absolutely certain that he was not going over the speed limit, and he certainly was not sitting on anything, attempting to hide something under his crotch. The officer's mean and nasty mannerisms were somewhat of a shock too. At the cafe he had been such a friendly type of an individual, and now he was nothing but plain scary!
"Come on kid, come over here. OK, take your shirt off! Let me see this body that you say is so tightly built. Let me see if you have got the body you're trying to make me believe you've got!"
"What Sir, what?" Gary was shocked and surprised that he was being told to take his shirt off, out there beside the highway so that an officer could see his body build.
"Do it kid! Do it! Get that shirt off!"
Gary pulled his T-shirt off and threw it on the trunk lid of the car. His taking the shirt off was, in his mind, absolutely really weird since his body could pretty well be seen while he still had the shirt on.
"OK kid. Put your hands on the roof of the car. I need to do a pat down to see what kind of shit you're probably carrying with you."
"Sir, I don't have anything Sir, I don't have anything!"
"Shut the hell up and get your hands up there and spread your legs!"
Gary did as he was told, and all of a sudden he realized that he was getting a little more than just a pat down. Officer Ted was not patting, be was definitely rubbing, and was definitely rubbing areas where no contraband could possibly be hidden. He was bare chested, and as he stood there with his hands firmly placed on the roof of the car, he could look down and watch as Officer Ted firmly and strongly rubbed his pecks and even stopped long enough to pinch each of his nipples with his fingers. The officer's hands slowly slid around so that he was gently massaging, rubbing up and down, Gary's lats. After he rubbed Gary's chest, and the muscluar lats under his arm pits, his hands slid down and softly, yet firmly, caressed Gary's waist. The tips of his fingers actually did slide down into the waistband of Gary's Levi cut-offs. Slowly Gary could feel the top button of his cut-offs being unbuttoned, and then the next, and then the next, and then the next. Suddenly Gary realized that he was now standing out there, beside the highway, with his cut-offs completely unbuttoned, and with Officer Ted's hands reaching down inside and not only feeling his cock, but cupping his balls too! Gary was totally speechless! He did not know what to do! He knew he was not in control here, and he certainly did not want to piss off Officer Ted any more that what he had been. But for an officer to be doing this, out beside the highway? Thank goodness, Gary thought, "It's at least kind of dark, and not in the middle of the day! What in the hell is happening here?"
After Officer Ted suddenly pulled his hands back up and out of Gary's shorts, he grabbed Gary's hands and forced them behind Gary's back. In one feel swoop, Officer Ted had Gary's hands behind him, and immediately cuffed.
"There kid, there! That will keep you under control some!"
Gary was in a state of shock! He had not done anything to even act like he was "out of control." He simply did not know just what was going on!
Officer Ted pushed Gary up against the side of the car, and then leaned onto him, positioning himself exactly so that Gary's handcuffed hands, palms, of course, facing the back, would lie directly onto the Officer's crotch. Officer Ted pushed his crotch onto Gary's palms, and he then moved his body back and forth, and did gyrations so that Gary's hands would be feeling his hidden dick.
"Hey kid, how does that feel to you? You like the feel of that rod? Come on man, grab it! Take hold of it! Feel how big it is! How does that dick feel to you? You gay boys like that don't you? Feels good don't it? I know damned well you young white boys like a big black cock! Don't you? Ever had an officer's big, long, black, cock before?"
As Officer Ted was talking and trying to tell Gary about how "you gay boys like that," and asking him if he'd ever had an officer's big, long, black, cock before, he was reaching around to the front of Gary and attempting to pull Gary's dick up and out of his unbuttoned Levies. He had his hands on Gary's dick and under Gary's bag of balls!
"What man! What?" Officer Ted exclaimed! "We're standing here with your hands rubbing my dick, making it hard, I've got your little dick and your balls in my hands and you don't have a hard-on? What in the hell is wrong with you man! You're feeling up one hot fucking cop, right out here beside the highway, you've damn near got your pants all the way off, and you're not supporting any kind of a woody? You got no feelings, or something? Do you know how many gay guys, like you, would love to be out here feeling my dick and letting me feel theirs? They'd love to have their hand on my meat man, they'd love it! They'd be tearing to get in my pants at it!"
"Sir! Sir, I'm not gay! Officer, I'm not gay! I really don't understand just what is happening here, cause Sir, I'm not gay!"
"Hey kid, what you are tonight and what you are tomorrow morning could just be two different things! When I saw you in Mom's restaurant, I knew right then that I was going to get in your ass, and I still intend to. Hey Gary boy, you are traveling all by yourself, and as part of your travels, you are going to be giving it up for this officer. Now you understand? You're saying you're not gay, but after having me and what I've got to give to you, you just may decide you really don't know for sure what you are!"
Gary stood there leaning up against his car, his pants now almost down to his knees, his hands still firmly being pressed up against what felt like a growing log, and he realized that Officer Ted was now on a cell phone making a call to someone.
"Hey Pete, I'm over by River Overpass, headed west, and I need a driver. You and Steve get over here right away. OK, see you then! Hurry!"
Officer Ted got off of his cell phone and reached down and pulled Gary's cut-offs back up. He buttoned the top button so they would stay up.
"Come on kid! Let's go to my car. Let's say you are now under "house arrest." It's my house though! You are going to be my meat for the night! Pete and Steve, couple of guys that live on my farm, are on the way over here to get your car and bring it over to the farm, so as soon as they get here, we'll take you, and your car over there, and then just as soon as I can get checked out, it is going to be some fun time in my bed. OK?"
"Sir, Sir, I'm not a gay guy. I've never done anything like this! Seriously Sir, I'm not so sure I can do whatever it is you want to do!"
I know man! I know! That -- is what makes this so much fun! See Gary, I have your driver's license. I am the officer! All I have to do is write up a ticket that says I finally got you stopped, after you were doing about 85 or 90. See, that's why you did not get stopped right after you left the cafe. I needed to let you get far enough away so that you could have actually been going that fast. Now, it's either, you and I, and hey, maybe Pete and Steve too -- if they want, go have some fun together, and maybe I'll teach you some fun stuff about the male body and what you can do with it, or if you want, I can write a ticket. Then, hell -- I have no idea who they have in the slammer tonight. But with a butt like you've got, I'm sure whatever drunk is in there, he sure would like to have a piece of it. Then of course there is the little court session and my statement that I had to follow you for 20 miles before I could get you to pull over, and then of course the probable 2 to 4 week visit to the ole slammer again, and once again, well maybe, more like every night, that ass is all up for grabs. Understand the situation here now?"
"Yes Sir yes I do! But why? Why me? I didn't do anything to get this done to me did I?"
Hey Gary, you are one hot stud! When I saw you in Mom's restaurant, I saw you glance over at my crotch, and I damn near needed to get out of there before your looking at me gave me such a hard-on that I couldn't hide it. Gary, I was going to have something to eat when I stopped at Mom's but after seeing you, I decided I just needed to be ready to roll at anytime! Just as soon as you left, I made damn sure you were on the road in front of me. I kept rubbing my dick the whole time I was behind you. I got all turned on for you when I came into the restaurant and sat down. I took one look at you and said, "Shit man, he is hot! I need that ass! I want that ass! I'm going to have that ass!" Hell man, when I saw you, I was damn glad Jenny told me that my Mom had already gone home. I would have had to fake an emergency to get out of there so that I could follow you. That's my Mom's restaurant where we met. Thank goodness I stopped in there when I did, and thank goodness you were still there! Welcome to California boy! This is your first night in California, and you are gonna be a different guy tomorrow! Hell man, after we get done, you just might decide you need to go on up to San Fran and live!"
Officer Ted placed Gary in the back seat of his cruiser and stood by the open door as he waited for Pete and Steve to show up. Gary was getting his first round of being really played with as he sat there, still cuffed, and now with his pants down to his knees. Completely at the mercy of Officer Ted, he was finding out very quickly what it was like to be the subject person, the one with no control, yet be the one that was having body parts pulled and tugged on, and other parts finding fingers placed up in spaces that he had never imagined before. Gary was in the process of getting finger fucked, out along I-10, in the back seat of a highway Patrol car, by probably the hottest looking patrolman on the force, and for some unexplainable reason, he was not angry or upset! He did not understand it. As Officer Ted removed his hat, he leaned into the car, placed his mouth firmly on Gary's right tit, then bit with force -- strong, intentional force. Gary simply pushed his chest forward as if an attempt to help, and for unexplainable reasons, he did not attempt to fight back! The bite hurt and Gary knew he should have screamed or attempted some type of reaction. He did not! He mentally prayed that Officer Ted would then lean in farther and bite his left tit just as strongly, if not more so!
Just as Gary was pondering his completely confusing situation of wondering why he was not getting raging mad for being bitten so forcefully and painfully as he was, Pete and Steve drove up and parked their pick-up behind the patrol car. They walked up to the passenger side of the crusier where Officer Ted was leaning in.
"Fuck, shit man!" Officer Ted strongly stated as he stood up from leaning in the car, and turned and looked at Pete and Steve. "Shit man! Damn, I can't believe this!"
"What? What?" Steve asked. "What?"
"Steve you got the took box in the back of the truck?"
"Yeah, yeah it's there. What you want?"
"Get those vice grips out of there! Get both of the big ones. I fucking bit the shit out of this kid's tits and he just pushed his chest forward for me to bite harder. I'm going to put those vice grips on him and see just how much those tits can take! Shit man, I've never had some guy not try to slug the hell out of me when I bit like that!"
Steve returned with the vice grips and handed them to Ted. "You sure about this man? Ever put one of those on one of your tits? Pinches like hell man, I know! Did it to myself once and it felt like it damn near tore the tip of my tit off!"
Officer Ted took the vice grips, leaned in the car, took hold of Gary's left tit, pulled it forward, and put one of the vice grips on it. He watched Gary's face! Gary watched to see what was happening to his tit! He said nothing. Officer Ted then starting turing the tightening screw and kept watching Gary's face. As he turned and the grip kept bitting onto his tit tighter and tighter, Gary watched, but did not say anything! Officer Ted looked at him and asked, "You OK boy? You OK?"
"Yeah, I'm OK. That hurts like hell man, but I'm Ok, I think!" Gary was answering but Officer Ted could tell from the way he was talking, he was in real pain. He quit turing the screw and let the vice grip hang down, clamped onto the tip of Gary's tit! He then took the second vice grip and placed it on Gary's right nipple. He again starting the tightening process and he continued to watch Gary's face. Gary continued to watch the vice grip get tightened and tightened, tighter and tighter on his tit. He gritted his teeth, but he did not ask for the grips to be removed.
Finally, just as he stopped the tightening of the grip, Officer Ted suddenly threw his head up, and without warning, gave Gary an emormous, almost sufficating kiss! This shocked not only Gary, but Pete and Steve also. "Boy! Kid! Damn! Shit man! How in the fucking hell can you take that! Shit man, I've put them on my tits before and I sure as hell could never tighten 'em that fucking tight! Oh man! I have never played with any guy that can take that much tit pain! Oh fuck man, I love you! I have got to get you home and get started on you! Man I want to play with you!"
Then turning toward the other two, Ted said, "Pete, Steve, his car keys are in the car. Meet you guys at the house. OK?"
Pete said, "Yeah, but Ted! You gonna leave those vice grips hanging on his tits while you drive to the house? Those fuckers are heavy! They're gonna jerk up and down like hell if you hit a bump! That's gotta hurt like hell man! With those fuckers pinching his tits the way they're screwed on there, he has got to hurt like hell man! He should be screaming like hell right now anyway!"
Officer Ted looked into the car, looked at Gary, watched Gary look down at each of them, take kind of a deep breath, and then heard Gary say, "I'll try! I'll try! How far is it?"
"It's about a seven or eight minute drive from here, but I may need to go slow so they don't jump up and down too much. Those fuckers are just hanging there man! When this car moves, they're going to really jump up and down. Kid, they are really going to pull your tits like crazy man! Can you do this? That's got to hurt like hell already!"
"Let me try! I want to see if I can take it! OK?"
"OK!! Hey, kid, tell you what! You try! If your tits just can't take it any longer, you let me know and I'll stop and take them off. OK?"
Gary looked down, first at the one hanging from his left tit, then the one hanging from his right tit, wetted his lips, kind of closed his eyes some, and kind of shook an "OK."
"Let's go men! Let's go!" Ted said as he got into the driver's seat and waved to the other two to follow! Then looking back at Gary, he added, "Kid, from now on I'm not an officer to you, I'm a rough and ready playmate that likes to play with good hunky guys like you, so from now on, I'm just plain ole Ted. Got it? Ted!"
Five additional chapters are ready and will be posted quickly. If you do wish to send comments to me, do please be sure to use the wadewrightaz@yahoo.com address -- since others on earlier stories are no longer valid addresses.
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