NYPD
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Tom Corcoran scowled as he looked at the broken lock on his front. Crap! He had just finished working a double shift and had been looking forward to stripping out of his uniform and crashing. Now it looked as if some piece of shit had broken into his house. He put his hand on XXXX. The said POS had better not still be in the house – if so, the POS was going to be really, really sorry. Tom had had a bad day, and he was in no mood to be in his Officer of the Month mode. If he caught the POS in his house, he was going to beat the living daylights out of him.
Tom pushed the door further ajar and hit the light switch. Hmm, at least the place hadn’t been trashed. In fact, everything looked to be in its proper place. Maybe someone or something had scared off the POS. Of course, it was possible that the POS was still in the house. Tom wasn’t going to let down his guard yet. That was the way to get killed or injured. He moved cautiously into the living room. No one here. Next he would check the…
“Hey, Officer. Over here!”
“Huh, what the….AAAAGGGHHHH!”
Steve looked down at the supine officer. This guy was really hot stuff. Steve had been stalking him for quite some time now, but he hadn’t really got to close to the cop. Now that Officer Corcoran was lying unconscious at his feet, he was able to get a really good view of the studly cop. Damn, but this was going to be good. He felt the familiar stirring in his loins. He could barely contain himself, but first things first. He was going to relieve the cop of that overcoat – Steve wanted it for himself, to go along with the rest of the gear. Thank God that Corcoran had come home in uniform; it would save Steve the trouble of getting him dressed up.
Steve had worked up a sweat by the time he had relieved Tom of his overcoat, cuffed his wrists behind him and hauled over to the couch. Damn it, Corcoran was one hot piece of cop meat. Steve was drooling at the thought of getting a taste of him. But he wasn’t quite ready to start – not yet. He needed to make sure that his officer captive wasn’t going to go anywhere.
Steve looked down at his handiwork. The white ropes looking really hot against Officer Corcoran’s navy blue uniform trousers. There was one final touch that would make the picture perfect, but Steve wanted to wait until the cop regained consciousness before he added it. Good, the cop was starting to moan. NOW it was just about time to add that final exciting arousing touch.
“What the fuck do you think …GGGMMAAAHHGETMOFFMMEE!!”
Steve was shuddering with arousal as he sat on the cop’s lap and shoved the knotted bandanna between his teeth. Oh yeah, this was so hot. Listening to the cop yell and curse through the bandanna gag was a major turn on for Steve. He was making a fair amount of noise, but Steve was the only one who could hear him.
“GGUMPIECEMMSHITGOOMINMBIGMMTROUBLE! GGIMMACOP!”
“Of course you’re a cop, Officer Corcoran. Why do you think I broke into your house and tied you up? I only do this with cops. “
“GGGMMUMEAN? MMONLYMMCOPS?”
“Don’t worry, Officer Corcoran. You’ll find out soon enough. Just give me a few minutes while I get prepared. Everything will have to be just right for this to work properly.”
Tom took a deep breath. This guy didn’t look like your normal house-breaking POS. He looked like…a normal, clean-cut middle-class guy. Tom searched his mind, trying to think if he had ever read about a gang of clean-cut middle-class guys who specialized in terrorizing cops. Some gangs demanded that a cop be murdered as part of the initiation to the gang – could this be some bizarre variation on that theme. He growled and started to rear up from the couch.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you, Officer Corcoran. I’m not inclined to mess up that handsome face of yours, but I will if I have to. A couple of smacks with this would do some heavy duty damage, don’t you think?”
This guy wasn’t quite as normal-looking as he had first appeared. He had a manic glitter in his eyes, and his face was all flushed and sweaty. Tom wondered what precisely was supposed to work properly. He didn’t want to find out. Good, he was leaving the room to prepare himself, whatever that meant. Now was Tom’s chance to escape. He calculated the distance from the couch to the front door. He had often wished that he could afford a bigger house, but this was one time that he was glad that he had a small living room. Tom was proud of his physique, especially his powerful legs. It would be a cinch for him to propel himself off the couch and hop to the front door. It should only take him a couple of minutes, and the thick rug on the floor should muffle any sound that he would make.
So far, so good. It had taken him only one powerful surge to get to his feet. He took a tentative hop. All of the rigorous training that he had been through, plus his workouts at the gym were paying off. Yeah, he could do this. He was having any problems maintaining his balance, even with his ankles and knees tied. One hop, two hops, three hops…
“Oh good, Officer Corcoran, I thought that you would try to escape. This makes it all more exciting. It is almost as if you could read my mind. Now, let’s see how you look on your knees. Oh fuck, yeah, there are few things hotter than a hot cop on his knees in front of me. But – I like cops looking like this, too.”
Tom grunted as the POS planted a foot in the middle of his chest and shoved him backwards onto the floor. Damn, but that hurt. The cuffs were tearing into his wrists. Tom wasn’t able to stifle the moan of pain. And what the hell was this guy doing wearing one of Tom’s uniforms?
“Oh God, that is so hot, listening to a cop moan through a gag. You really are performing very well, Officer Corcoran. But, I think that I want a little more struggling on your part. Come on, Officer. Put on a show for me!”
“MMUGGGHMMMOUCH! GGGSHTOP!”
“Oh come on, Officer. Don’t be such a sissy. I know you cops go through a lot worse than this. I’m barely touching you. Don’t stop now, you were doing so well. I really don’t want to have kick you any harder. These are just nudges, really. “
What the hell was this guy up to? Why did he want Tom to struggle and moan? Tom was really getting pissed off. He started struggling in earnest against the ropes and cuffs. He was going to paste this guy to the floor when he got free.
“Oh God, that’s good. Almost good enough, but…let’s make this more interesting.”
“GGGMMMNOOO! GGMFUCKMDOING! MMMNOOO!”
Oh shit, this guy was a pervert. Tom couldn’t ignore the bulge in the stolen uniform trousers, and the spreading wet spot in the groin. The POS was getting turned on by Tom’s struggles. Tom writhed futilely as he tied up even more tightly, and more awkwardly. He could hardly breathe with the rope around his neck.
Steve was panting and dripping with sweat. This was almost perfect so far. The cop looked so fucking hot all tied up and gagged and struggling. It was time for him to start seriously enjoying himself. He struggled with the zipper on the borrowed uniform trousers. Oh, this was bliss. The cop was struggling even more frantically as he watched Steve pull out his engorged member. Ha, Corcoran was probably ready to have a stroke right now. Too bad, because it was time for Steve to indulge in a little stroking of his own.
Oh Jesus, no! He was going to be XXXXd! The sick pervert was going to violate Tom’s tight virgin cop ass and going to plug Tom’s cop throat with his dripping tool – unless Tom could save himself! Tom shrieked through his gag and renewed his frantic struggles to free himself.
Steve was getting closer and closer to the brink. The cops always acted this way. Thank God they were so predictable. It was this final panic-stricken fight to get free that Steve needed. He was just about ready…oh God, yes, yes, YES!
“Thanks for the show, Officer, and thanks for the uniform. I hope that you don’t mind if I relieve you of that rather fetching hat, and your badge. I need them to complete the uniform. My collection is growing by leaps and bounds. Bye now.”
Tom heaved a sigh of relief. He had been spared violation, but… how was he going to free himself? He was feeling an odd hardness in his own groin, that was just crying out to be released.
The End
OfficerTom Corcoran played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
This story is a work of fiction and not meant to advocate or instruct in any illegal activity.
Date of Production: 12/18/2005