Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2004 05:56:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan Thompson <brymant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Primed at the Pump, Part 7

I watched as Matt hurriedly stepped into a pair of coveralls.  It had
happened so fast that he still had a raging hard-on and had trouble
stuffing it in and zipping up.  I looked at him desperately - I hadn't
been able to fully decide if he was a friend or foe.  He smiled at me and
patted the bulge in his overalls before hurrying out front, leaving me
hanging alone in the darkened garage.  I strained to hear their voices in
front, but could hear nothing with the door shut.  I realized that this
might be my last chance to escape for a long time.  At least if it indeed
was a police officer he'd get me out of this mess, despite how
embarrassing it would be to be found like this.  I started working my
tongue to try to expel the rag Matt had stuffed into my mouth.  I tried
to turn my head into my arm pit to see if I could drag it out against my
own skin.  I started to feel the rag budging, finally I got enough room
behind it to thrust it the rest of the way out with my tongue.  I paused
for a moment to be sure that I was willing to have a cop or whoever was
out there see my like this - but how many choices did I have.

"HELP!!!!!"  "HELP ME!"  I screamed as loud as I could.  I waited and
yelled again.  Just then the door burst open as a police officer pushed
Jack out of his way.

"What the hell is going on in here?!  What have you done to this boy?!
Are you out of your mind?" Jack cowered in the doorway, Matt was nowhere
to be seen.  He'd probably run off when he heard me scream.  The police
officer stormed across the garage and pulled out a knife and cut the rope
from the bar.  My arms collapsed lifelessly in front of me as I was
finally able to stand down from the balls of my feet.  What a surge of
relief I felt!   The police officer was livid.  Matt appeared in the
doorway and he ordered the two of them to put their hands on the wall
while he searched them for weapons. (Matt's built-in weapon seemed to
have disappeared by now.)

"Uh, officer, could you also cut these ropes?" I asked, my hands were cut
loose from the bar but not from each other.

"Just a minute, son, I need to secure these two.  So who wants to tell me
what the hell was going on in here?  What did they do to you boy?"  He
walked over to me pulling out his notebook.  Still naked with my hands
tied in front of me, I hesitated to start telling the long embarrassing
story.  Jack and Matt still stood against the wall with their hands over
their heads.

"Son, I'm sorry to have to put you through this, but I'm going to have to
ask you some questions and also check you for injuries."  He looked up
and down my naked body, stained with grease and grime, magic marker, cum,
and blood.  He fingered the injuries to my nipples and made a note.

"You two are going in for a minimum of kidnapping and assault and
battery!" he stormed at my captors.  "I'm sorry, but if we're going to
bring charges against these two, I'll also have to check you for
rape.  Let me just ask you to bend forward for a minute." and he guided
me down over the work bench as I began to protest.

"Officer, I really don't care about pressing charges, I really just want
to get my clothes and get the hell out of here.  Can you undo my wrists
and let me go?"

"Sorry, son, I need to complete my investigation first."  And I felt him
spread my ass cheeks apart and examine my asshole.

"Did they sodomize you?"

"No sir."

The officer was fingering my asshole, then I felt him slide one finger
and then two in, as he stopped talking and reached around front and found
my cock behind my bound hands.  What the hell?!  This can't possibly be a
part of his investigation! When I heard the officers next words, I knew
my predicament had gotten worse instead of better...

"What the hell Jack?  You haven't even fucked him yet?  Did I get here
too soon?"

To be concluded next time...