The Trap by Fidelis
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(Just a reminder: All Stories are fiction and not meant to advocate anything)
Frank Garcia walked his beat, his eyes scanning the streets carefully, on the lookout for the slightest sign of illegal behaviour. God, but he loved being a cop. He got a physical rush each time he put on his uniform. When he had his uniform on, he ruled these streets. The chief wasn’t one of those touch-feely do-gooder types, thank goodness. Nope, Chief McLaughlin didn’t want the good citizens to love the cops; he wanted them to respect them. RESPECT, that was the name of the game. And you didn’t get respect unless you cracked a few skulls and roughed up a few punks. Why, Frank had just broken his baton on some gangbanger just yesterday. The kid had whined and sniveled and said that he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. HA! As if Frank would believe such a likely story. The kid had looked suspicious, so Frank felt fully within his rights in smacking him around a bit. Plus, Officer Garcia always carried a little something in his pocket that he could plant on the suspects, just in case he got some bleeding heart liberal judge trying the case. All he had to do was point that the suspect had been carrying crack, or coke, and he was safe.
"Help me, oh help me, someone,police…HELP!"
AHA! A criminal act was taking place, a REAL criminal act! Frank sprang into action, his system flooded with adrenaline. He regretted the loss of his baton – there would be no beating the bad guy to a pulp. But he wasn’t worried as he pulled out his XXXX. He could take down any of the punks in this town. He felt his duty belt, just to make sure his cuffs were there, ready for action. His handy handcuffs. Frank felt a certain excitement as he thought of handcuffing the perp. He heard the shrieks again, and dashed towards the house from which they were coming. It was curious, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else on the street. Were they all cowering inside of their homes, too frightened to come to the aid of the poor woman who so obviously being attacked? Bunch of sissy cowards, all of them. That’s why this town needed a strong police XXXX. Frank charged up the steps and through the back door, which was conveniently open. He had his XXXX drawn as he burst into the kitchen, scanning the room. Hmm, there was nobody here…
Ha, the fucking cop had fallen for it!!! The stupid, strutting asshole wasn’t as smart as he thought. The cops in this town were a bad lot, but Garcia was the rottenest apple skulking at the bottom of the barrel. He was a vicious bastard. He would beat up on someone if they looked at him sideways, and the whole town knew about his habit of planting XXXXs on innocent people. We had decided that Officer Garcia was going to be brought down a peg or two, and I was the one chosen to do it. I couldn’t wait. Besides having a personal grudge against the pig since he beat my kid brother to a pulp, Garcia was a real stud. It was going to be a pleasure humiliating and breaking the insolent officer. And it was going to be so easy! Garcia might have been a stud, but he was a bit thick between the ears. Here he was, charging into the house, all ready to play the hero, and we could see from the windows that he hadn’t even bothered to call for back up. This was going to be SO much fun!
"Ma’am! Ma’am? You don’t have to worry, the police are here. Where are you, ma’am?"
"I think that’s far enough, officer. Why don’t you drop that XXXX on the floor and put your hands up in the air, and turn around, really carefully and really slowly?"
"What the fuck?" Frank spun around and found himself facing a man with a mask over his face, a man holding a very large object, which was pointed directly at Frank’s chest. He gulped and the XXXX fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers. For some reason he didn’t feel like such a hotshot macho stud cop, not when he was disarmed. His knees shaking, Frank slowly raised his hands in the air. He had butterflies dancing around in his stomach.
"Gee, you’re not quite as stupid as I thought you were, Officer Garcia. Now why don’t you be a good cop, and pull your cuffs out and toss them over here. Good, good. Now turn around and get down on your knees."
I could see Frankie baby was quivering in his cop boots. He looked quite green around the gills as he got his handcuffs out of their case and tossed them over to me. Then, meek as a little lamb, he turned around and fell to his knees. I felt a rush of blood to my extremities as I picked up the cuffs, and pulling his hands behind his back, locked the bracelets into place. I took a length of white rope and wrapped it around his chest and upper arms, tying it as tightly as I could. Poor Officer Garcia moaned – but he hadn’t experienced anything yet! I was going to give him a lot more to moan about before much more time had elapsed.
"Now get moving into the living room, pig. No, I didn’t say that you could stand up. Crawl, like the snake that you are. Now – MOVE!"
I gave Garcia a boot in the bum to get him started. With the object pressing against the back of his skull, it was amazing how quickly the cuffed cop crawled. I stopped him when he was in the middle of the floor, and stood over him, caressing his cheek with the XXXX. Oh, but I was getting hard looking at the studly cop, cuffed and on his knees in front of me, glaring at me with a combination of loathing and fear.
"Let’s get you up on the sofa, cop. I’ve got to tie those legs and ankles. We have to make sure that you don’t go trotting out of here. We won’t want that, would we?"
"Fuck, you faggot! You’ll never get away with this!"
I sighed. These cops and their limited vocabulary. I had heard that some places actually hired police officers that were intelligent and well educated, but not in our little burg. I had to do something about the cop’s foul mouth.
"Hey, what the fuck are you going to do with that? No, don’t…MMMPHHH!!!"
I patted a couple of pieces of black tape over Officer Garcia’s protesting lips. His muffled cop grunts were making me incredibly horny. I put my arms under his legs and swung them up onto the couch.
"There, you have a little rest, Officer Garcia. Make yourself at home! I have go away for a minute, but I won’t be long. I hope that you’re comfy."
As soon as his masked captor had left the room, Frank started struggling. Shit, he had to get out of here. Who knew what horrible things this guy had in store for him? Frank hadn’t liked the way the guy’s hands had lingered over his studly cop body as he bound him. This freak was capable of anything. Frank tugged at the cuffs around his wrists. Shit, the faggot knew how to put on cuffs properly. And he sure tied a mean knot. Frank raised his torso as he fought against his bonds, his muscles straining against the cuffs and ropes. He grunted in frustration through his taped mouth as nothing gave. OK, this wasn’t hopeless. He just had to get out of here, and someone would help. He remembered the strangely empty street and his heart sank. Surely, there must be ONE responsible citizen around who would help a police officer in need.
Frank fell off the couch onto the floor. Oh shit, that hurt! He hoped that he hadn’t dislocated or ruptured anything. Ouch, how he had he managed to end up on his back? His cuffed hands were pinned behind him, the entire weight of his body resting on his pinioned wrists. Struggling, Frank managed to turn himself over. He could feel the sweat soaking into his uniform as he tried to inch his way across the floor. Then his blood froze as he heard his captor’s voice.
"Tsk, tsk, Officer Garcia. Going somewhere?"
Good, the dumb cluck of a cop had done exactly has I thought he would. The idiot thought that he could escape! He must have thought that I was real fool if I would leave him alone for an extended period of time without expecting something of the sort. I already had some rope in my hands. It was hog-tie time for the pig!
"MMMPHHNOOOO! GGMWHATMDOING?"
"I’m just making sure that you don’t go anywhere, Officer Garcia. You were a BAD cop, trying to escape, weren’t you? Now, that’s much much better. I do like my cops in nice, cooperative packages. It makes things so much easier, doesn’t it?"
"MGGAH! MMGETMFAGMMHANDSOFFMMYASS!"
"And a very fine ass it is, Officer Garcia. You fill those uniform pants perfectly."
I gave Garcia’s lovely butt an extra squeeze. My God, but he was hot, all cuffed and roped and gagged and moaning. Revenge was going to be so sweet.
"Now that I have ascertained what a pretty ass you have, let me see what else you have to offer, Officer Garcia."
I rolled the cop over on his side, and started massaging his groin. His eyes bulged out as he screamed through his gag. Oh, this was going to be a good day. I was going to teach the rogue cop a lesson that he wouldn’t forget. Somehow, I didn’t think that Garcia was going to be the same strutting macho asshole cop when I was finished with him.
THE END