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How had a simple traffic stop gone so wrong? Officer Doug Tyson had pulled over a speeder on a remote county road earlier in the afternoon. Now he was bound and gagged in the man’s garage, wondering if his captor was coming back or not. His attacker had XXXX him out when he approached the car. He had come to in the back of the man’s SUV, hogtied and gagged. He was dragged out of the car and his assailant retied him, binding him to a chair. Then he had tape pressed across his eyes and he was left in the dark. It seemed like hours had passed since then.

Finally he heard the door to the house open. His grabberwalked over to him and ripped the tape from his eyes. He was confronted by the sight of a somewhat XXXX, very angry, very muscular man in his mid thirties.

“You think you have the authority to tell me how I can and can’t drive?!” he yelled. 

Doug mumbled through the tape, trying to say it was his job, nothing personal...anything to get the man to let him go. The man ignored his pleading look and attempt at speech and continued his rant.

“You think you can pull me over? Give me a ticket? All I did was speed a little. I bet you do it all the time, just like the rest of us. But you get away with it because you’re a cop. You punish others for doing the same things you do. What gives you the right? That uniform you wear? It’s just clothes. Let’s see how much authority you have out of that uniform, officer!”

As he reached the end of his speech he ripped Doug’s shirt open. What would normally have been done in one smooth motion was hampered by the rope around Officer Tyson’s chest and further impeded by the man’s drunkenness. The trouble the man had getting Doug’s shirt open seemed to frustrate him even more.

Doug’s captor pulled his undershirt out of the way as well. His eyes became slightly glazed over as he stared at the policeman’s chest. He mumbled to himself, something that sounded like, “out of uniform,” and began undoing Doug’s pants. 

Doug was torn. On the one hand, the man’s anger was a bit frightening. He had already proven himself capable of violence, XXXXing Doug out before dragging him here. But on the other hand, he didn’t seem interested in hurting Doug further...and he was attractive, in a more-muscles-than-brains kind of way. Doug resolved to enjoy himself as long as this man was intent on undressing him rather than harming him.

Doug’s underwear was yanked down as well. Maybe this would turn into an all right day after all. He was left exposed while his captor turned and walked to the workbench on the other side of the garage. As he returned with more rope, Doug’s hopefulness turned to confusion. He already couldn’t move. What did he need more rope for? The man’s next statement didn’t clear anything up for him.

“Think you can jerk me around? Make me sweat while you sit in your squad car, deciding whether or not to ruin my day with a ticket? I’ll show you being jerked around!”


With that the man tied the additional rope around Doug’s cock and balls. He jerked the rope one way, then the other. He seemed amused by the way Doug flinched away, then tried to move in the same direction as the rope to lessen the tugging. He looped the rope around the back of Doug’s neck, then back down to the floor. He took a step back, keeping one foot on the rope to hold Doug still, and admired his work.

“There, I think you’re starting to learn your lesson. A little time like this and you might think twice before giving someone a hard time again.”

Doug’s XXXX tied the rope to a hook in the ceiling and left him there to stew.