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My name is Mike, I am twenty two and I live in a big city. My parents died two years ago in a car accident, leaving me alone in this world. I have no brothers and or sisters and all my further relatives live so much away from me it’s almost impossible to meet or keep in touch for longer periods of time. Well… There is my dad’s brother, Jack, he lives in the same city as me, but he is always very busy and we are only able to talk for a few hours maybe once a year... So I am practically on my own.
I am a tall guy, over 185cm, love working out at the gym and being in a good shape. I have very short blond hair and green eyes. Girls love that and I have been dating lots of them. However I also like guys a lot, which probably makes me bi. I am cool with that; just like to see muscular men. I have always suspected I had those… leanings, but I was fully aware of it when I first went to the gym at the age of 17. Lots of masculine guys, sweaty and musky atmosphere gave me a real hard on…
I have a close friend; his name is Brad and he lives on the suburbs and works as a construction worker. I guess I got friends with him, because of his six pack and that cocky attitude, but it doesn’t matter; we both like hanging out with each other, so there is no harm in admiring his muscles now and then.
One Saturday evening we were at the pub near my work, drinking beers and chatting. Unfortunately he drank much one than necessary and got awfully drunk. There was no way he could drive so I tried to call his father and ask him to pick up his son. But he didn’t answer and I was stuck with now completely drunk dude. Normally I would have dragged him to my apartment and let him sleep there, but I knew he had to be home next morning so I decided to drive him home. I took his car keys and force marched my buddy to his own car and placed him at the passenger seat. I buckled him and off we went. Luckily I didn’t drink too much.
The drive wasn’t that long, but having to watch the road and taking care of my friends it was a nightmare. Anyway, I finally managed to get to his place and me and his dad carried Brad to his room and put him on his bed. I was about to make a phone call for a cab, when his dad said:
“Mike, take Brad’s car, he won’t be using it anyway. I’ll send that idiot to your place tomorrow, he can pick the car up. If he gets sober, that is… God, what a kid….”
“Thank you, Sir, that would be great. It’s late and there aren’t too many cabs in this neighborhood…”
I took Brad’s car and headed home. After a few minutes I saw a police car approaching and signalizing me to stop. I cursed under my nose and did what I had to. The police stopped too and two cops came to me. I put my hands on the will and waited.
“Good evening Sir, I am sergeant Neal. Can we see your driving license? And get out of the car, please.” One of them said and saluted.
I looked closely at him. He was awfully handsome, around thirty years old, clean shaven, muscled.
He looked so well in the uniform and his police leather gloves I immediately got a bulge in my pants. I gave him the documents and stepped out of the car.
“Is anything wrong officer?” I asked in a friendly tone.
“No, not at all, son. Just a routine, you know.”
I saw his buddy go behind the back of Brad’s car; he also was very handsome, not as much as sergeant Neal. Probably he was about to check the back lights.
“You have a lighter, son?” I heard Neal ask and saw he was now holding a big cigar in his hand.
“Sure, here you go.”
I gave him the lighter and saw him put the cigar between his teeth and light it. He puffed on it gently for a few seconds and inhaled deeply. I was mesmerized by that and realized the stogie made him even more masculine than before. My raging boner was hard to control now, but that was the least of my concerns. I heard the second cop come closer from behind and after a split second he had his gloved hand over my mouth and his gun was aiming at my temple.
“MMPPPHHH!!” I tried to shout, but the guy was silencing me very effectively.
“Listen, dude.” I heard him speak. Sergeant Neal ( or whoever it was ) was still sucking on his big cigar as if nothing happened. The guy behind me carried on: “You’ll now put your hands behind your back and let my buddy cuff you. If you do anything stupid I won’t hesitate to blow your head off!”
My mind was raging. I heard rumors that some criminals were in possession of cop uniforms to kidnap
people and demand ransom, but I never thought I will be one of those victims! I was scared like shit, so I nodded my head and soon I felt the handcuffs lock on my wrists; tightly and not very comfortably.
“See, that wasn’t that bad.” Neal said and they marched me to their car.
Neal got at the back with me and his companion was to be driving. Before he started the engine I saw Neal taking some material from one of the pockets on his uniform.
“Open wide, kid.” He said and started pushing the rag inside my mouth. “You’re to keep your lips shut, if I see you part them, we’ll shoot you immediately.” He added when the rag was completely behind my teeth.
“Ok, nice and quiet.” I heard his companion.
“Don’t break any speed limits, Dave. We must deliver him on time and we don’t want to be stopped by real cops, huh?” Neal laughed.
The car started and I was off to unknown…