Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 11:31:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 23 {Reflex} (MM bd nc reluc humil)

Disclaimer: If you are under 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
material of this kind where you live, then please stop now.  This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between men.  It is entirely a
work of fictional entertainment.

Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 23
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2006

Part 23: Hot Diggidy Dogs

The warm sun beat down on the shiny squad car as it cruised past the
endless strip of old shopping malls, furniture stores, and fast food
restaurants.

"Man, this humidity... when's it gonna let up?" Tony said with a sigh.
Jason shook his head.  "At least they finally got the damn air-con fixed."

"Yeah, jeeez, how may months did that take?  Just in time for fall, huh?"

"If the cool weather ever gets here," Jason replied as he adjusted himself
in the passenger seat.  He was sitting with his legs spread apart, but his
crotch was still sweaty.  His damp cotton briefs felt glued to his dick,
rubbing his knob a bit every time he moved.  Jason tried to take his mind
off the feeling, but his shaft was slowly hardening.

Tony stared at the street ahead and reached up with his left hand to rub
the sweat off the back of his thick neck.  He shivered slightly as his
fingertips tickled the thick dusting of little black hairs that had grown
in since his last haircut.  For a brief moment, his right foot let off the
accelerator as his body succumbed to the sensations of his own touch.  His
brain kicked back to consciousness as his fingers grazed the heavy metal
chain.  He frowned as he thought about how the heck he was going to keep
that thing hidden.  He'd had Jason clock in for him this morning while he
waited out by the cruiser, but he couldn't do that every day, and anyway,
tomorrow afternoon he had office duty.

"Damn," Tony muttered to himself as he put both hands back on the steering
wheel.  He gave a little shift in his seat and noticed a tightening in his
crotch.  HE thought about how the seatbelt kepts his hips secured in place,
the diagonal nylon strap pulling tightly from his left shoulder across his
firm chest.  Tony instinctively bounced his pecs and then rolled his eyes
behind the dark shades of his sunglasses.

Jason seemed to be staring quietly out the window to the right.  Tony took
the opportunity to glance at Jason's left arm.  The tight short sleeve of
his dark uniform shirt came down just to the top of the thick rounded
bicep.  He couldn't see the tattoo.  It was hidden under the cotton fabric.
Curiosity got the better of him, however, and he reached over with his
right hand to delicately push the sleeve up just a bit.  No sooner had Tony
gotten two fingers under the sleeve then Jason's head snapped around.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jason said without moving his arm.

"I just wanna see it, man, come' on..." Tony replied.

Jason frowned and stretched his left arm towards the dashboard.  Slowly the
colorful design appeared.  Jason looked down at it, expressionless behind
his sunglasses.  Tony's gaze shifted back and forth between the tattoo and
the street ahead of him.  He instinctively rubbed his own left bicep,
pushing up the short sleeve of his own shirt, like he was making a mental
measurement.  Jason noticed and the next time Tony looked over at his arm,
he flexed his bicep and tightened his deltoid muscle.  In spite of himself,
Jason's frown bore the slightest trace of a grin.

"Fuckin' assholes," he said.  "I can't believe they did this to me.  How am
I supposed to show the chicks my muscles when I've got that on my arm?"
Tony smiled.  "You're outta commission, dude.  Looks like the pussy in this
town belongs to me.  Ha ha ha," Tony chuckled.

"Yeah, right.  With that nice little necklace you've got there," Jason
retorted.

"Hey, that could mean anything.  Ya never know.  Women might dig it," Tony
said with sudden satisfaction as though things were looking up.  He eyes
glanced back at Jason's tattoo.  Jason smiled.  Stuck out his tongue and
licked his decorated muscle.  Tony froze for a second until he heard horns
blaring.  He looked forward and swerved in the nick of time, narrowly
avoiding hitting an on-coming car.

"Watch where you're going dickbrain," Jason quipped.

No sooner had Tony got himself under control when a call came through on
the radio.  Three white teen-age males had just left the Hot Dog Hut
without paying for their food.

"The Hot Dog Hut?  That's just up ahead!" Tony nearly shouted.

As Tony turned on the siren and lights, Jason radioed back to the station
that they were on their way.  Three minutes later they pulled into the
parking lot.  As they headed towards the door Tony nudged Jason... "Your
sleeve, dude.  Pull it down a bit."

"Fuck," Jason mumbled as they entered.

The manager, a portly silver-haired man in his mid-fifties dashed over.

"Officers!  I'm glad you're here!  What's got into kids now-a-days?  They
ordered a whole bunch of hot dogs and fries to go, then grabbed their bags
before paying and ran out of here!  And not without harm either!  Why, why,
why... they threw soda pop at poor Matthew over there.  He's just a high
school kid trying to earn a few extra bucks.  He shouldn't be submitted to
that!"

"Okay, okay, sir.  Calm down and start from the beginning," Tony said
authoritatively.

"Well, well, I uh, I just did.  I just told you what happened.  We're short
nearly twelve dollars!" said the manager.  "What are you going to do about
it?"  Tony noticed that the manager was staring at the chain around his
neck.

A slightly whiney voice came from further back.  "Mr. Welding?
Mr. Welding, sir?  Can you please come unlock the cash register?  It's
jammed again."

The manager turned around.  "Yes, Betty.  I'll be right there."  Turning
back to Tony and Jason, he said, "Excuse me a minute officers.  Won't be a
sec..."

Tony and Jason made a show of looking around the little fast-food joint,
sizing up the clientele.  The half-dozen or so people sitting at the little
tables were mostly workers from the nearby shopping centers.

"Nothing looks out of order here," Tony whispered to Jason.

Jason responded sarcastically, "Good job, bro.  You're really on the ball
today."

Tony walked over to the counter.  "Mr. uh Welding, is it?  We will need to
take a statement from you and from any staff involved."

"Yes, officer, of course!"

Suddenly, Jason dashed out to the patrol car.  Tony saw him open the door
and pick up the radio speaker.  He leapt out of the car and signaled to
Tony.

"Come' on; they've been spotted.  A car with three passengers fitting their
description was seen speeding and running a red light just up ahead."  Tony
looked back towards the manager and said, "I don't think you are in any
danger here, sir, but pay attention.  Don't underestimate the criminal
mind.  We'll be back later for that statement."

Tony heard Jason start the engine.  As he jogged out of the restaurant, the
manager trundled after him.  "Officer!  Officer!  Here's my card," he said,
handing Tony the small white object.  As Jason tore out of the parking lot,
lights flashing, Tony inspected the card: "Hot Dog Hut, Samuel Welding,
Manager."  The address and telephone number were in the center of the card.
Tony flipped the card over in his hand and saw another phone number
scribbled on the back along with a message: "Call me!  I've got lots of
chains in my basement! Sam."

Tony's dick pulsed.  "Awwwww fuck..." he mumbled.  He flexed the muscles in
his big arms as if to reassure himself that he was in control.

"THERE!" Jason shouted as he stepped on the accelerator.  He flipped on the
siren.

As soon as they were behind the car, Tony spoke into the megaphone: "Pull
into the right hand lane!"

The slightly beat-up red compact car in front of them sped up.  A chase was
on!  There was nearly a wreck as the car made a left-hand turn across
on-coming traffic.  Jason followed in hot pursuit.  A sudden right, then a
left into a long straight street in a residential area led to a high-speed
chase.  Two minutes later and the red car made another left.

"Bad move, boys," Jason snarled when he saw the dead end at a neglected
municipal park.

The red car screeched to a stop with the patrol car right behind.

"Put your hands on your head and stay in the car," Tony ordered into the
megaphone.

"They seem to be complying," Jason said as he and Tony got out of the
cruiser.  As both cops walked up to the driver's side window a blond
teenager turned his head and smiled.

"Gotcha ya little fucker!" Tony spat as he opened the car door.

"Heeeeyyyy, if it isn't my two favorite pigs," beamed a grinning Lance
Packer.

"I told ya we'd get you," said Tony returning the grin.

"Oh yeah?  Who's got who, cop?"

Jason stood silently.  Lance leaned conspiratorially towards the two police
officers.  "Listen up buddies.  I don't want any trouble from you two.
I've got a video that could drop you two dudes in the shit.  I mean big
time!  Performing oral sex on a minor?  Maaaannn!  You two sorry asses
would be in a heap-a trouble."

Jason and Tony stood open-mouthed.

Lance signaled for his two friends to get out of the car and come over.  He
turned back to Tony and Jason, who were standing side-by-side, their
expressions partly hidden by their dark sunglasses.  "So, listen up cops.
Here's how it's gonna go.  "Bert" and "Ernie," here, you don't need to know
their real names...  well, they are gonna cuff ya.  Got it?"

Tony and Jason remained silent.

"I said GOT IT?" Lance repeated.

Neither Tony nor Jason moved.  The looked at the two other guys, both taut-
bodied jocks like Lance.

"Bert" and "Ernie," each with incredulous faces, stepped behind the cops
and tentatively took possession of their handcuffs, not quite believing
what they were doing and wondering how Lance had such power over two
muscle-cops like these.

"Hands behind your backs," ordered Lance calmly.

"Now wait a minute..." Tony spluttered.

"No... do it or it's showtime at the station," said Lance.

"Bert" and "Ernie" pulled the two sets of muscular hairy arms behind the
cops' backs.

The clicking sounds of the metal cuffs locking into place was all that
could be heard in the empty street.  Click-Click, Click-Click.

Lance's two athletic friends were amazed to find themselves kind of turned
on by this little scene.  Flanking either side of the two cuffed cops, they
asked Lance what was next.

"Bring 'em over to the backseat of their car."

Lance opened up one of the doors.  Pointing to Tony, he said, "Put this
joker in the middle of the seat and fasten the seatbelt across his waist.

Tony took a step back before "Ernie," the kid with the shaggy brown hair,
gave him a shove from behind.

"You little runt!" Tony growled as he ducked his head while "Bert" gently
guided him into the backseat of the patrol car.  "Bert" grinned as he
tightly adjusted the seatbelt across Tony's waist.  Tony's cuffed arms were
now pinned between his back and the seat.  The cuffs forced his chest out,
stretching his fitted shirt even more tightly across his beefy pecs.  The
buttons looked like they were about to pop off from the strain of holding
the two front panels together.  Tony tugged at the cuffs, flexing his
muscular hairy arms and putting further strain on the buttons of his shirt.

"Bert" backed out of the car and Lance gestured towards Jason.  "You're
next, officer, heh heh..."

Jason frowned, but ducked his head and scooted himself in, next to Tony.

"No, not like that," Lance said to the handsome cop.  "Face your partner."

"What?" Jason asked.

"Face your partner, dude.  Sit on his lap.  What are you?  Stupid or
something?  Oh yeah, wait a minute.  Of course you are.  You're a
musclehead cop."

Jason looked fit to burst with a string of expletives.

Lance went around to the other car door to help pull Jason across and into
position.  After a couple of grunts and nearly butting heads with Tony,
Jason was kneeling on the seat, straddling his partner's legs.  He and Tony
still had their reflective sunglasses on so they couldn't communicate with
their eyes.  Lance reached in and patted the two guys on their cheeks.
"Nice, real nice guys.  Are ya comfy?"

"Fuckin' little runt... what do you think?" Tony spat.

"Now now... watch your language Mister Policeman.  You are supposed to be a
role model for the public."

Tony squirmed under Jason and tugged at the handcuffs locking his arms
behind his back.

"Nice chain ya got there!" Lance chuckled.  He ran his fingers across it.

"Ohhh, heavy duty.  Gee I wonder who put that on you?  Ha ha."

Lance looked over the two cops bodies.  "Hey, where d'you get those
uniforms?  They look like they're about two sizes too small.  Gotta admit
they really show off your big muscles, but, shit, aren't they a little
constricting?"  Lance looked down and laughed.  "Oh yeah, I can see they
are.  Hey, Bert, Ernie, looks at this," he said pointing to the packed
police pouches.  "Looks like our police officers are puffing up a bit right
down here...."  Lance grazed the back of his hand across Tony and Jason's
stuffed crotches.  Jason grunted and wriggled his fingers behind his back.
Tony looked down in horror, wondering what this smart- mouthed jock was
going to do to him.

"Maybe we ought to help 'em out?" Lance asked rhetorically.

"Uhhh, what are you thinkin' man?' replied "Bert".

Jason waved him over and whispered in his ear.  As "Bert" went back and
filled in "Ernie", Lance grabbed Jason's zipper and slowly began to lower
it.  Jason tried to leap up and banged his head on the padded roof of the
car.  "Hands off the goods, faggot!" he yelled.  "Bert" reached in and
pushed Jason back down by the shoulders.  Lance repeated the procedure on
the more immobilized Tony.  Simultaneously sticking a hand in each trouser
fly, he fished around until he had a grip on each cop's dick.  Then he
began to tug.

"OUCH!" came from each of the cops.

"Don't be a couple a babies.  I'm just gettin' your dick's out in the fresh
air."

A couple more tugs and two semi-hard cocks popped into view.  Lance
couldn't resist lightly tapping one against the other.  Tony and Jason
looked at each other and groaned "Oh no" at the same time.  Quickly the two
thick, cut, cop cocks started to expand.

"Ernie" chirped up: "Woo hoo, look at that wood, man!"

"Bert" was kneeling on the ground, fiddling with his shoelaces.  He raised
himself up and chuckled at the two stiffening rods sticking out of the
cops' dark trousers.  Jason and Tony noticed that from each of "Bert's"
hands dangled a shoelace from the teen jock's high-top sneakers.

"Wha-what're ya going to do with those," Jason asked anxiously.

"Well," said Lance, "it's like this..."

He reached back into each cop's trousers and scrabbled his fingers around
until he had a grip on Tony and Jason's cum-packed nutsacks.  He carefully
pulled Jason and Tony's balls out through their briefs and trouser fly.

"Whoa, shit!" Lance exclaimed.  I forgot you guys had such big fuckin'
hairy balls!  Whatcha got in there, like a gallon of hot steamy cop juice?"
Tony and Jason were now vigorously squirming as Lance rolled their big nuts
in the palms of his hands.

"Hey 'Bert', hand me one of those laces."

Tony and Jason's heads followed the shoelace as "Bert" passed it to Lance.
Lance held both ends of one of the shoelaces and snapped it taut.  "Yeah,
good and long.  This should do the trick," he said as he began circling the
white cotton string around the top of Tony's ballsack.  After making
several loops and pulling it tight enough that Tony grunted, he brought the
two ends over to Jason's balls and coiled the shoelace likewise around the
top of his cum-packed hairy sack.  He finally made one big loop around both
pairs of nuts and then tied the shoelace in knots in between.  Jason and
Tony were now sporting full hard-ons.

"Okay, 'Bert', hand me the other one."  Lance tied the second shoelace
around the base of Jason's shaft, then crossed the two strands of the long
shoelace in a figure-8, wrapping them around the base of Tony's dick,
finally tying a tight knot.  "Okay, 'Bert', 'Ernie', one of you hold these
two dicks together."

"No way are we touching those, dude," the two jocks replied.

Lance frowned.  "Alright, here, I'll hold them, and you wrap the shoelace
around them until they are tied together."

"Ernie" made a face, but said "okay."

"Make sure to pull 'em tight so they don't come loose and slide down."

It took a few tries and all the fingering made Tony and Jason's dicks
twitch in excitement, but "Ernie" gradually figured it out, finally tying a
couple of tight knots on the side, just below the flanges of the two
pressed-together cop cocks.

"Good job!" said Lance.

The three guys looked at the two cops and laughed as the tethered cocks
pulsed.  All the finger work had tickled and teased and now Tony and Jason
were slowly leaking pre-cum, the clear sticky sap glazing their cock-tips.

"Who's the faggot now? Ha ha ha ha ha!" Lance laughed.  "Hold on just a
sec, guys..."  He dashed over to his car and retrieved the bag from the Hot
Dog Hut.

"You two could be out here for a while and I wouldn't want ya to get hungry
or nothin' so open up."

"Huh?" Tony said, puzzled.  Lance reached over and began shoving French
fries into his open mouth.

"Heymmmpphh!"

Lance was shoving the fries into Tony's mouth faster than the cuffed-cop
could chew and swallow.  He handed another little bag of fries to "Bert"
and told him to do the same with Jason.  Bert grabbed a fist-full of fries
and aimed towards Jason's mouth.  Unlike Tony, however, Jason was prepared.
He clamped his jaw shut and leaned away from "Bert's" approaching hand.
"Bert" frowned, not quite sure what to do, but then an idea crossed his
playful mind.

"Hey cop, you sure do have a big chest packed into that tight shirt.  Maybe
you need a little more room to breathe, huh?"

With his left hand, "Bert" fumbled with the buttons on Jason's shirt as the
cop looked down in growing concern.  Through gritted teeth, Jason said,
"Don't you dare, kid... cut it out, NOW!"

"Bert" just chuckled as his fingers unfastened one... two... three... four
buttons.  "Duuuuuuude!  Nice pecs.  Man you workout a lot dontcha.  Real
hairy too.  You are all man mister... uh... O'Reilly... HA!  Officer
O'Reilly," laughed "Bert" as he looked at Jason's badge and nametag.

Lance looked over.  "Oh yeah, I never did know their full names.  That kind
of information could come in handy.  What's your name doofus," he said
looking at Tony's badge.  "Officer Anthony Martino.  Hmmm... I bet your
friends call ya cock-boy Tony, though, huh?  Ha ha!"

Lance watched Tony jerk frantically in his restraints.  "UNNNGGHH!" Tony
grunted, his mouth still full of fries.  Lance noticed Tony staring
straight ahead, eyes wide open.  He followed the Italian cop's gaze to
Jason's chest.  Jason's eyes too were wide as "Bert" rubbed his hands all
over his big rounded pecs, squeezing the muscle.  When "Bert" grabbed hold
of Jason's right man-tit, Jason's mouth opened wide... "NAW FUCK!  Fuck,
fuck, fuck, fummmmppPHHH!"

Tony's jaw too went slightly slack as he watched Jason's mouth get stuffed
with salty fried potato, just like his.  He squirmed under the seatbelt as
he felt his cock pulse in its shoe-laced confinement.  Before he knew what
was happening, he felt something shove its way past his lips, pushing the
potato mash further back.  He looked down cross-eyed to see Lance forcing a
long greasy hot dog with all the trimmings into his helpless mouth.  Tony
started to choke and cough.  Lance let up on the pressure.

"Take it easy... boy.  Swallow," Lance cooed.  He watched Tony's Adam's
apple bob for a minute.  "That's it... now take some more," he said as he
continued shoving the hot dog in its soft squishy bun further into Tony's
mouth.  When the messy sausage and bun was about halfway in, Lance stopped.
"Now if you bite down, the other half is gonna fall in your lap and make a
big mess.  I'm sure you don't want that on your nice uniform cop, so if I
were you, I'd just sit still, okay?"

Tony whimpered.

Lance giggled.

All eyes turned to the sound of groans coming from Jason as he too got a
hot dog shoved slowly into his mouth.  "Bert" reached down with his left
hand and gave Jason's hairy abs a firm slap.  Jason's head snapped up as he
grunted and expelled a blast of air from his flaring nostrils.

"Hey, good idea!" Lance said as he turned towards Tony.  He began
unbuttoning Tony's shirt as the cop tried to twist himself away from the
teen's scrabbling fingers, but with his hands cuffed and his arms pressed
against the back of the seat, his movements were only enough to provoke
laughter in the jock gang as his tight muscular chest was unwrapped.

SMACK!

"Ooommph!"

"Yep, pretty firm there mister policeman!" Lance sneered.  "Hey "Bert?  You
still got the keys to their cuffs?" Lance asked.

"Yeah..."

"Why don't you see how far you can throw them into that field over there."

"Nah, I've got a better idea.  I'm gonna keep 'em as a souvenir," said
"Bert".

"Bert" unclasped the slender gold chain around his neck and threaded it
through the rings holding the keys to the two sets of cuffs.  He put the
necklace back on.  "Looks good don't it?  A nice little trophy to remind me
of the two dumbest cops I ever met! HAH!  Well, the keys and these nice
things here," Bert said as he reached into the car and put his hands on
each cop's sunglasses.

"Nngmmmm!  Nnnnmmmmm!" was heard from the protesting patrolmen.

"Hey, give me one of those," Lance said.  "Yeeeahhhh... niiiice!  Okay,
let's roll down these windows... don't want our two pigs gettin'
over-cooked in this heat."

Lance then closed the door on his side.  "Bert" was about to do the same
when

"Ernie" spoke up.  "Hang on a sec."

"What's up D... Ernie?" "Bert" questioned.

"It could be a while before these guys are rescued.  We need to give 'em
something, to think about," said the eager-faced high-school athlete as he
ducked into the back of the cruiser.

"Whoa dude, thought you said you weren't gonna touch 'em!" said "Bert".


"Some things you just gotta do... "Bert"," said "Ernie" as he began
twirling his fingers across the sticky tops of Tony and Jason's fat cock
helmets.

The two cops bucked and then immediately groaned as they painfully tugged
on each other's dick and nuts.  They were stuck, with no choice but to
endure

"Ernie's" devilish stimulation of their muscle-cop dicks.

"Nnnoooonnnnnnfff!  Aaaawwwwwwwwffff!"

The two juicy-looking cut cocks twitched and swelled in their bondage as
the stimulation of their sensitive caps took its toll and they leaked more
pre-cum.

"Oh, looks like you guys like that!" smirked the trim and toned teen punk.

Lance and "Bert" watched in amusement.  It only took about three or four
minutes before the two cops were producing a steady drip and breathing
heavily through their noses.

Lance quipped, "Wow, that was quick.  You two must have been real horned up
already.  Oh yeah, of course you were.  How could I forget?  You two go
nuts seeing each other all tied up and teased.  What a couple'a faggot
cops!" Lance said as he backed away from the window and came around to
"Bert" and "Ernie's" side.  "Come' on 'Ernie', time to go."

"Ernie" backed out and closed the door.  Lance leaned in through the window
and said, "Listen dickwads, don't sweat too much.  As soon as we get out of
here, I'll call the station and report that I saw two cops doin' strange
shit in the back of their car and that it looked like they were either in
trouble or doin' somethin' real kinky.  I'll give 'em your location and
all, so you two won't have to sit in this heat for too long.  Of course, if
you two dumbasses are still sittin' like this when your buddies
arrive... well, YOU may not consider yourselves a pair of muscle-boy homos,
but let me tell ya, your buddies at the station sure will!  You guys are
goin' DOWN!  Can ya feel it?  Times-a- tickin'... Two hot gay cops comin'
up!  Let's see... will that be with or without all the hot dog trimmings?
Ha ha ha!  Ooops, way to go O'Reilly, I guess your squirtin' dick answers
that question!  OH HO!  And Martino too!"  The three high-school jocks
roared with laughter as they walked back to their car, "Bert" yelling,
"Have fun cocksuckers!"



As the three high-schoolers piled into the faded red compact car, "Bert"
pulled out his cell phone.

"You're not callin' the police on that are you?" asked Lance.

"Uh, yeah," said "Bert".

"No way, man.  They can trace us on your line," Lance said as he reached
over and playfully slapped the back of "Bert's" head.  "We've got to find a
pay phone somewhere."

"A pay phone?  Aren't those, like, all gone?"

"Naw, there's gotta be one around somewhere.  Maybe at one of the gas
stations or somethin'."

Lance put the car in gear and drove off.  It didn't take more than three
minutes to find a "mini-mart" with two beat-up pay phones outside the door.

Lance punched "0" on the dialpad.  "Operator... operator?  Oh, hello,
operator could you connect me to the police?"

Lance heard the line click and someone on the other end pick up.  "Yes,
hello ma'am.  Um, I don't know who to talk to, but I think there might be a
couple of cops in trouble."

"Where son?"

"Uh, well I was walking through Hardwood Park, you know, back behind West
Coxman High, and I saw a police car parked in the street just on the other
side of the fence."

"Which street son?" asked the woman at police dispatch.

"Um, I think it was Honeysuckle Lane, but I'm not sure."

"Okay, hon, it was probably just a patrol car on duty, checking something
out, nothing to worry about."

"Uh ma'am, well, maybe, but it looked like two cops were in the car... in
the backseat, one, uh, on top of the other... kinda weird, ya know."

"I see.  Did you get a number for the car, by any chance?"

"No, sorry.  I don't know.  I guess I should have paid more attention.  I
was kinda freaked and just wanted to get out of there.  Anyway, it's
probably nothin', but you know, I thought I should call, just in case they
were in trouble or somethin'.  I didn't want to go check it out by myself."

"You did the right thing young man, we'll look into it.  Thank you for
alerting us."

"Yes, ma'am.  Bye."

Lance hung up the telephone and high-fived "Bert".

"Oh golly gee ma'am, it looked kinda weird... ha ha ha!" laughed "Bert" and

"Ernie" as Lance grinned.

"Man, if those two suckers aren't squirmin' now, they sure will be when
they get found by another couple' a cops!  HAH!" Lance shrieked in delight.
"Hey, maybe they got bags of chips or somethin' like that here.  I could do
with a bite to eat since we were forced to hand over our lunch, ha ha,"
chuckled Lance as the three guys headed for the door into the mini-mart.



The woman at police dispatch handed the message to one of the officers on
duty.

"On top of each other in the back seat?  Aw geeze, what the fuck is this
about?  Did you get a phone number?"

"Yes, sir, it's just at the bottom, there..."

"Right, well, I'll check it out.  If this is some kind of joke, we'll be
calling back the kid you spoke to."

"I think it was a pay phone, sir," said the woman at dispatch.

"Of course it was..." sighed the officer.

The policeman went over to a map and located the address.  "Huh, that's not
really our jurisdiction.  That's Precinct 4.  Let's see," the officer
mused,

"Who's runnin' the show over there?  Is that Clemens?  Didn't he just
promote some guy?  What was his name?  Roberts?  Aw fuck, I'll call 'em."



Tony and Jason were sweating heavily as the car heated up in the noonday
sun.  The armpits of their shirts were stained with sweat.  The two guys
were a comical picture of frustrated muscle-studs.  Each cop was twisting
his wrists in handcuffs he knew he couldn't get free of, and yet neither
could stop.  All they could do was stare at each other as the muscles in
their arms flexed helplessly.  Both guys tried desperately not to move
their crotches, but Jason found it impossible not to squirm on Tony's lap.
Even the slightest shift drew attention to the tight cotton bindings around
their dicks, the feeling of firm but soft constriction keeping them
swollen, the near continuous drip of their manly fluids keeping them
slippery and itchy.  Tony and Jason looked at each other whimpering and
grunting.

Suddenly they were silent.  Jason snapped his head around towards the
dashboard in the front seat.  The radio dispatch calling for all cars in
their vicinity to radio back with their location.

"MMMMMMPPHHHH!  MMMUUUUUUUUUMMPHHH!"

Tony and Jason looked at each other.  There was no way they could reach the
receiver.

They heard their buddies calling in and then heard the dispatcher calling
their names.

"Martino, O'Reilly, come-in.  Car 18 please give your location, over... Car
18... Martino, O'Reilly? Over."

The two cops tugged at their bonds and moaned when they heard Mitch
Henderson's voice, "Those two should be back at the station by now,
over..."

"Negative... I mean affirmative... I mean, yes they should be, but they're
not and we are getting no response from them," said Sandy at dispatch.  "We
have a report of a parked patrol car with a problem over on Honeysuckle
Lane, over..."

"Sandy, we're on Slippery Rock Avenue... is Honeysuckle nearby?  Over."

"Just behind Hardwood Park, Mitch.  Over..."

"Okay, car 12 heading to Honeysuckle.  Over."

"Okay, car 12.  Over and out," said Sandy.

"Right Porter, let's check this out," said Mitch.  "It should be just over
there," he said pointing with his left hand.  "Yeah, I think the park is
just behind that high school, so somewhere just on the other side..."



At the realization of what was about to happen, Jason and Tony each bit
down on the hot dogs stuffing their mouths.  The remaining halves fell into
their laps, soiling their trousers with pickle relish, mustard, ketchup,
and hot dog grease.  As soon as Jason had finished masticating the fries in
the back of his mouth, he yelled, "Holy fuckin' shit!"

He tugged frantically at the cuffs, squirming on Tony's big thighs.  Tony
swallowed hard and yelled "Ouch!  You're pullin' my nuts man!"

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" Jason yelled again.  "What the fuck are we gonna do?
Henderson is gonna be here any fuckin' minute!  Who's he got with hi today,
Porter?  No way can they find us like this!"

Tony swallowed and let out a groan.  "Awwww Jase, we're in trouble, man."
Tony tried bucking up from the seat, but the seatbelt kept him totally
stuck and immobilized at the hips.  "Uuuunnngggghhhh!" he grunted, to no
effect.

Both cops looked at each other as they continued tugging, writhing, and
flexing their muscular arms to no effect... well, almost no effect.  The
tugging and rubbing had their sweaty balls churning.  The tightly tied
shoelaces around their dicks were like a soft itchy vise, squeezing their
shafts as the stiff fleshy muscle flexed.

Tony spoke up.  "Hey, if we can just get our dicks to go down, we might be
able to slip out of the laces, right.  And then, we can change position.
I'll tuck in your equipment and you tuck in mine.  That way, it'll still be
bad, I mean we'll still be cuffed and all, but it won't be nowhere near so
humiliating as it's gonna be if they find us like this.  Got it?"

"Yeah, good thinking, dude.  Come' on, let's try it," Jason said.

Both guys looked down at their dicks trying to will them to soften.  They
didn't have much time.

"You're not concentrating enough Jason!" growled Tony.

"What do you mean ME?  Your damn big cock is rubbin' all over mine, keeping
it hard... SHIT!"

Tony looked Jason in the face.  "Fuck, dude, our big dicks aren't goin'
down one bit.  In fact, I... I think mine's gettin'... har...harder... oh
maaaaaan..."  Tony whimpered.

Jason groaned.  Tony looked up and saw him staring at his chest.  Tony
looked at Jason's muscle-packed pecs.  "Fuck, those damn high-school
jocks... they really got us... makin' us look at each other's hot hairy
chests'n all."

"Those punks are jealous of us Tony.  They know they'll never be hot studs
like us... fuckin' teen-age jock punks!  Uuunnnggghhh!"  Jason writhed on
Tony's lap, the muscles in his big thighs flexing against Tony's.  Tony
felt a new tide of goopy juice dripping down his shaft.

"DUDE!  You're cock is leaking like a fuckin' faucet," he yelled at Jason.

"Awwww fuck, you're getting' our big cocks even more wet and slimy... oh
man...  oh man... ohhhh maaaannnn... ggggggnnnnngggghhh..."

Jason and Tony locked eyes as Jason spoke, "Shit, you're leakin' too,
buddy.  Were dripping our juice like crazy."

"WHOA!  Would ya look at this Porter!" came a voice from the window.

Jason and Tony's heads snapped around.  The two hot horny cops gasped in
unison, "He... HENDERSON!"

Across town, as Lance sat at his computer in his bedroom shooting the
breeze with Rob and Dave, alia "Bert" and "Ernie", he realized that the CD
that big guy Pete had given him, might be good for more than just a
late-night jerk-off.