Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2007 21:06:05 EST
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "A Cop's Worst Nightmare"  Part 1   (Adult Friends)

    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.