Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Tue Jan 27, 2015 5:24 pm

"You know, Steve," Lieutenant Whitehead said as he patted Sergeant Smith on the back, "you're exactly what we need more of here in the LAPD. You have a stellar arrest record, no civil complaints filed against you, the other guys here really look up to you. That's why on your five year anniversary I thought it was appropriate to finally promote you to Sergeant. It's been a long time coming."

The dozens of other patrol cops in the room clapped and cheered for Steve.

"Drinks tonight at Casey's on South Grand, my treat." Whitehead announced.

The whole room really got animated for that announcement.

"And Steve," Whitehead said, "feel free to bring that pretty little thing you've been dating, what's her name, Melodie?"

"Oh... uh.. we're kind of not together anymore, Sir," Steve replied with a frown.

"Gone through another one, Sergeant?" one of the patrolmen asked. "Jeez, you go through those chicks like changing your underwear."

"Love 'em and leave 'em, I guess, right Sarge?" Another joked.

"Hah... yeah, something like that," Steve blushed.

"Alright guys, back to work," ordered the Lieutenant, "we'll have plenty of time for conversation tonight."

Steve went back to his desk and replaced his name plate with the new one they'd given him reflecting his recently attained rank.

"Here you go, buddy," Officer Delgado said as he handed Steve a hundred dollar bill.

"Huh?" Steve asked confused, "what's this for?"

"You don't remember?" Delgado laughed, "Five years ago when we came out of the academy we made a bet which ever one of us made Sergeant first would owe the other a hundred bucks."

"Oh, yeah, I do remember that now. I forgot all about that."

"Well, I didn't and I'm a man of my word, so here you go."

Steve took the money and stuffed it in his pocket.

"By the way," Delgado asked as he was walking away, "we're still on for Salton Sea this weekend, right? The fish should really be biting."

"Wouldn't miss it," Steve said.

"Pick you up Saturday morning at 7?"

"That'll work."

To everyone Steve was the perfect alpha male. He was 28 years old, celebrating his fifth year on the force. He was handsome and muscular, lifting weights and running religiously, and always had a girl around his arm. At 28, no buddy could figure out how some lucky lady had yet to land his hand in marriage. He was by all means the total package, but relationships never lasted long with Steve because what nobody else knew was that he had a secret, a deep secret about himself that he kept well hidden from his family and friends.

Steve had a sinister fetish. As far back as he could remember, back when he was a kid, he'd be mesmerized by guys getting tied up and gagged on tv and in the movies. Every time a scene showed up on the screen his heart would race and he could feel something stirring inside him. He couldn't take his eyes away from the show and sometimes his face would redden with embarrassment hoping nobody with him would notice his fixation when it happened. He remembered once when he was a teenager his uncle taking him to a rodeo in Riverside County and he almost couldn't contain himself seeing those handsome, young cowboys strutting around in their tight Wrangler jeans and roping those steers.

For years Steve repressed those urges. He was raised Catholic, after all. Those kind of thoughts were perverted and wrong. He did everything he could to keep his sexual energy redirected away from those sinful thoughts and that's where all the girls came in. Steve always had a girl around his arm, everywhere, one to make sure nobody would ever suspect he was different, and two to relieve that pent up sexual energy, but even when he was banging his latest chick he couldn't stop his mind from drifting into that sinister realm of bondage fantasies that filled his head. When he was pounding away it wasn't the girl's moaning that got him hornier and hornier, bringing him to the grand finale, it was the thoughts he was having of restraining another muscular young male like him, tying his wrists behind his back, holding one hand over his victim's mouth gagging him, while he used his other hand to pleasure the young, struggling, man. More than a few times Steve had to deal with accidental erections on the job when he was taking down a cute perp, shoving him up against the wall or laying on top of him as he put the cuffs on. Thankfully, nobody ever noticed and if any of the perps ever said anything he'd just claim it was his gun digging into them.

Ultimately, fantasies weren't enough. Steve needed the real thing. A few years ago he started going online to seek out others with his interest. He was terrified at first, shy, only posting pictures without his face, but ultimately after several weeks of having conversations with a like minded older man he was finally convinced to have his first experience. He had traveled up to San Francisco for a weekend and spent two days getting the treatment from an experienced bondage top. Steve loved being tied up and helpless and controlled by another man. It was the best sexual experience he'd ever had. There was no going back now. He continued his activities over these last few years carefully, always being discreet. He never gave any of the guys he met up with his real name and he never met up with anyone in the LA area for fear of being recognized. While Steve loved being tied and controlled, his real fetish was to be the one in charge. That's what really got him off. That same top he first met in San Francisco eventually showed Steve the ropes and he started arranging his own bondage session with other guys.

It was ecstasy at first, but lately Steve wasn't satisfied anymore. Just like in the beginning when the fantasizing wasn't enough, the fantasy role play wasn't enough for him anymore. He wanted to experience something real. He wanted to see genuine fear in another guy he had wrapped up in his ropes. He wanted the struggles, the muffled grunts and groans through the gag to be real deal, not just acting. The desire got stronger and stronger and Steve finally formulated a plan. He was going to kidnap someone. Not just any random guy and not at any particular time. He'd know when the right unsuspecting guy would come along and he'd be ready. It was time to put the plan in motion.

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Sergeant Steve Smith

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby xtc » Wed Jan 28, 2015 3:14 am

An intriguing start. Doesn't look as though it will become my usual "thing" but this is certainly very well written so far.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Jan 28, 2015 1:21 pm

This is gonna be great!
Steve definitely looks like a though guy.

In most of your stories, we get to read from the victim's POV.
But it''ll be really cool reading from this buff cop's POV instead.

This is definitely up my alley.
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Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby Crazysocks88 » Wed Jan 28, 2015 5:49 pm

cant wait to read more
I love socks, feet, socks, spanking :spank; , socks, tickling, socks, teasing, socks, of course bondage :tied: , and did I mention SOCKS!!

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby Cowboy » Mon Feb 02, 2015 11:40 pm

Please keep going...

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Mar 03, 2015 10:51 pm

Don't keep us waiting too long. I'm dying to read the next part.
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Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Fri Mar 06, 2015 10:28 pm

Steve sat in his patrol car behind a billboard along the street. He volunteered for radar duty that morning, a job usually reserved for rookies or sub par cops, but he told his lieutenant he wanted a mental health day and he wouldn't mind it doing it just this once to get away from the normal grind. He clocked a few speeders that morning and wrote out a few tickets. It was fairly uneventful. What he was really hoping for is that he'd find his target and just a few minutes past 10:00 am he got lucky. A young guy on a bright green bike whizzed by. Steve hit the sirens and took off after him.

The kid pulled over, shaking his head, annoyed that he didn't see the cop as he passed by the billboard. Steve got out of his car and walked up to the biker. He was a handsome young Hispanic guy, early twenties, in a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and wearing tight blue jeans. He was perfect. Steve's heart start racing with anticipation and he could feel himself getting flush with excitement, but also nervousness. Was he really going to do this? There was no turning back once he put his plan in motion. He kept his cool.

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Javier


"I'm going to need to see your license," Steve said.

"Yeah, sure, man," the kid replied.

He had already pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and had his license in his hand. He handed it over to Steve. The kid's name was Javier Ramos.

"I need you step off the bike, Javier."

The kid sighed, but complied.

"How long is this going to take man, I got shit to do."

Man, this kid was cocky.

"It might take a while," Steve replied, "you in a hurry, kid?"

"Like I said, I got shit to do."

"You know it's illegal to ride a motorcycle without a helmet in the State of California?"

Javier rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, dude, I know, but I was, like, in a hurry, okay? Guess I forgot."

"I'm going to need you to step over to my car."

Javier sighed again and walked to the side of Steve's patrol car.

"Put your hands up on the car and spread your legs," Steve ordered.

"What's going on, man?" Javier asked confused as he put his hands up on the side of the car.

Steve stood behind him and admired the way the denim of Javier's skinny jeans stretched tight around his butt and muscular thighs. He began patting him down.

"Don't you need a warrant or something to search me?" Javier asked annoyed.

Steve continued and as he moved his hand up Javier's right leg he reached around the front and copped a feel of Javier's package restrained behind the tight denim.

"Hey, what the fuck!" Javier yelled and spun around.

"Hey!" Steve yelled. He spun the kid back around and violently pushed him back up against the car, "what do you think you're doing kid!"

"You grabbed my junk, man!"

"Get your hands behind your back!" Steve demanded.

Javier winced as Steve wrenched his hands behind his back and slapped the cuffs on his wrists, turning them tight.

"What the fuck??" Javier yelled angrily.

"You're under arrest, kid" Steve shouted.

"What the fuck for??"

"Resisting arrest!"

"I ain't resisting shit, man! You can't arrest me. I haven't done anything wrong!"

"No helmet!" Steve barked.

"Bullshit, man! Since when is that an arrestable offense?"

"Since now!"

Steve opened the back door.

"Get in the car!" he ordered.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby kidnapplz » Sat Mar 07, 2015 4:01 pm

Love it plz go on.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:23 pm

Really glad to see the continuation!
Looks like poor Javier is in for a rough ride! 8)
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Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby TiedInJordans » Sun Mar 08, 2015 9:29 pm

Great! Thank you for sharing.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Wed Apr 01, 2015 10:46 am

Javier put up some resistance, but Steve forced him into the back of the patrol car. He got inside and began to drive off. Javier continued his belligerence from the back seat and it was slowly getting on Steve's nerves.

"You know this is bullshit. Nobody gets arrested for not having a helmet, asshole. You some kind of racist? You see a Hispanic guy on a bike and you think you can use him to meet your quota today, is that it??"

Steve glared at him in the rear view mirror and told him to shut the fuck up.

"Hey, what about my bike, anyway, huh? Javier suddenly became concerned, "you can't just leave it out there. It'll get jacked, yo."

"We'll get someone to come by and pick it up," Steve said.

"So, you gonna call it in then??"

"When I get around to it. I told you to shut the fuck up."

"I don't have to shut up, yo, I know my rights. I can say what ever I want you fucking pig."

Steve sighed. He was beginning to regret choosing this hot head. He figured he'd get more fear from his victim, but this kid was fired up. He might have to deal with him before he even gets back to the house.

Javier quieted down for a bit, but after about ten minutes he spoke up again.

"Where the hell are you taking me, man? There was a police station like three blocks from where you picked me up."

"It's full," Steve replied, "we're heading downtown."

"This ain't no way to downtown I've ever taken."

The kid wasn't as dumb as Steve thought he'd be. He could tell he was getting somewhat suspicious.

"Still waiting for you to call my bike in, yo."

Steve slammed on the breaks and the force pushed Javier forward smacking his head into the grill separating the back seat from the front.

"Ow! What the fuck!"

Steve turned around his seat.

"If you don't shut your fucking mouth, kid, I'm going to drag you out of this car and ring your fucking neck!" he yelled.

Javier stared at him defiantly, but kept his thoughts to himself.

Steve continued driving. They came up to an intersection and stopped at a red light.

"Car 42," a dispatcher called in over the radio, "please check in."

"This is 42," Steve said speaking into the CB. "Everything is good. I'm about to move to Crenshaw to start patrol, over."

"What?" Javier asked alarmed. "We aren't near fucking Crenshaw. Why didn't you tell her you were bringing somebody in??"

Jesus, this kid doesn't quit, Steve thought to himself. He really wants a beat down.

"What's going on, man?" Javier pressed him, "this ain't no normal arrest. I'm not stupid. Where are you taking me??"

Just then another car pulled up at the light next to them. Javier saw this as his chance. He turned on his side and began banging his feet against the window.

"Hey, help me!! I'm being kidnapped! Help!!" he screamed.

The driver in the other car, a man in a business suit, looked somewhat concerned and rolled down his passenger window to get a better look. Steve rolled his window down and turned to the other driver.

"Meth head," he said, pointing his thumb back toward Javier.

The man kind of laughed and just shook his head.

"Sorry for the disruption, Sir," Steve said.

The light turned green and he waived at the man as he went on his way. Steve was angry now. He turned around in his seat and glared menacingly at Javier, whose eyes were now wide with fear realizing he just blew it.

"That was a really stupid thing to do, kid!" Steve growled, "REAL stupid."

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Apr 05, 2015 11:04 am

Steve made a right at the intersection and tore off down the street where he came up to an abandoned warehouse on the right. He pulled into the lot and drove all the way to the back behind the building, well off the street and out of site. He got out of the car and opened up the back door.

"Get out of the car," he ordered Javier.

"Fuck you, yo. Stay away from me. This ain't no arrest. You're fucking kidnapping me."

Steve pulled his Taser out of his holster and pointed it at the frightened young man.

"Get out of the fucking car unless you want 50,000 volts up your ass" Steve said sternly.

Javier kicked his feet towards the door and started screaming for help again. Steve pressed the trigger and two barbs ejected, protruding through Javier's t-shirt at the top of his chest and just below his neck where his leather jacket was slightly unzipped. The kid howled in pain and convulsed as the electricity coursed through his body. The shock ended after a few seconds and Steve retracted the barbs. Javier softly moaned, stunned, hardly able to move.

Steve grabbed his ankles and dragged him out the door until his butt was at the edge of the seat. He reached in, grabbed Javier by the front of his leather jacket, pulled him out of the car up on to his feet, and then lifted him up over this right shoulder. He pushed a button on his keys to pop open the trunk, carried the young man to the back, and set him inside. He fixed a set of leg irons that were stored in the trunk to Javier's ankles and then connected them to his already handcuffed wrists behind back, hogtying him. Next, he grabbed a roll of duct tape, placed some over Javier's mouth and then wrapped it around his head several times, tightly gagging him.

Javier started recovering from the stun he received and his eyes widened with fear once he realized his predicament. He immediately began struggling, trying to kick Steve with his feet before realizing he'd been hogtied. This was what Steve was waiting for. That fear in his victims eyes. He reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock coming to life. He could definitely get off on this. Steve smiled devilishly as Javier's muffled screams permeated from his gagged mouth. Time to get this piece of meat home, he thought to himself, and slammed the trunk shut.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby kidnapplz » Sun Apr 05, 2015 2:16 pm

Oh my. Unreal story. Love every bit. Please go on.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Mon Apr 06, 2015 3:57 pm

Steve lived on the outskirts of the county. Another privilege he had was being the only son to the only son of a wealthy banker. When Steve was born his grandparents had set up a trust fund for him that he could start withdrawing from when he turned 25. He was able to buy himself a fairly large house far off the road with a few acres of land. It was about a half an hour drive back home and Steve could hear Javier thrashing around and mmmmppphing in the trunk, but it was no matter. They were on the Interstate now and the passing traffic made so much noise nobody was going to hear that boy's struggles.

He pulled up into his driveway and around to the back where there was an outside entrance into his basement. He got out of the car and opened up the trunk. Javier immediately began trashing around again and grunting through this duct taped mouth.

"Oh, tough guy, huh?" Steve teased. "What do you think you're gonna do, kid? You're all cuffed up, now the shut the fuck up. Or maybe I need to pull out that Taser again?"

Faced with choice Javier calmed down a bit and just stared at Steve with pure hatred in his eyes. His face was sweating and his chest was heaving.

"That's better," Steve said.

He reached in and grabbed a hold of the kid and lifted him up over his shoulder again. He carried him to the basement door, opened it up, and walked down the steps. Steve had spent the last few months retrofitting the basement for his plan. The basement spanned the entire structure so it had several different rooms and nooks. Steve had built out a few "prison cells" of his own where he figured he could keep his captives once he was ready to get his plan off the ground. They had cots, a toilet, and a sink with running water. He also installed steel doors on them with a barred window at face level, a sliding panel at waist level, and another sliding panel at the foot of the door.

He carried Javier into one of the cells and laid him on the cot on his stomach.

"Now," he warned, "I'm going to remove these leg irons and take you out of this hog tie. You kick me, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. Am I clear?"

Javier nodded.

"Good," Steve said and proceeded to remove the leg irons freeing Javier's legs which he stretched out in relief as his leg muscles were starting to cramp.

Steve walked out of the cell and shut the door. He opened the waist high panel and instructed Javier to walk up to the door, turn around, and slide his cuffed hands through. Javier did as instructed and Steve removed the handcuffs. He slid the panel shut and then went upstairs. He grabbed a bottle of water and a plate of left over food and took it back down to the basement. Javier had removed the tape from his mouth and was now yelling and carrying on.

"Where the fuck are we?! Get me out of here asshole!"

He had grabbed a hold of the window bars and was rattling the door.

Steve just shook his head and knelt down in front of the door. He opened the bottom panel and slid the food and water through.

"What's this?" Javier asked. "I don't want that shit. You probably poisoned it!"

"Fine, then starve," Steve replied. "You think I care?"

He started walking away and back up the stairs.

"Hey!" Javier yelled after him, "Where are you going? Get back here! You can't keep me here, asshole! You don't know who you're fucking with!"

Steve walked up into the kitchen and shut the basement door behind him. Now he just had to hop into his pick up truck and go back and get Javier's bike before someone called it in.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby wataru14 » Mon Apr 06, 2015 4:46 pm

Fantastic! This is shaping up to be one hell of a hot story! When it comes to hotness, there is very little that can compete with a young, rebellious biker in trouble.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Apr 08, 2015 5:25 pm

Great stuff as usual J!

Looks like Steve has this all really well planned out.
Can't wait to see how this unfolds!
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Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby HumHumming » Wed Apr 08, 2015 9:58 pm

Well this story just keeps getting better and better!

I really want to see the rest of it now :roll:

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Fri Apr 10, 2015 10:24 am

"Delgado, take the call on Line 3, will ya?" Officer Hughes asked, "something about a stolen car or bike or something."

"Yeah, no problem, I got it," Delgado replied.

It was early evening and he had just sat down at his desk with his cup of coffee to start off his shift. He picked up the call.

"Hi, Sir, this is Officer Delgado. I understand you want to report a stolen vehicle? Oh, it's a motorcycle. Sure, what's the make and model?"

Delgado began writing down the information.

"Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R. That's a nice bike. What color is it? Lime green, okay... uh-huh..... so you were out of town all day yesterday and when you got back this morning you realized it was stolen out of your garage... gotcha. Plate number 18D3650. Okay, I'll get it in the system and get an APB out. If you remember anything else that might help call me back, okay? Alright, we'll do our best to find your bike for you."

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Officer Delgado


Meanwhile, Steve had retrieved the bike and was pulling back into his driveway. He left it in the back of his pick up and went inside. In the couple hours he was gone Javier had tried in earnest to find a way to escape, but Steve had done a solid job securing the door of his cell he was in. He had rattled it, kicked it, rammed it, but he couldn't bust it open. He started running his mouth again as Steve came down the basement steps.

"I'm telling you, man, you picked the wrong guy to fuck with. You know who my friends are?"

"Tell me who your scary friends are, Javier," Steve replied sarcastically as he rummaged through a drawer in a nearby workbench.

"MS-13! Yeah, that's right, I run with some MS-13s and when I get out of here we're gonna come back here and make you our BITCH!"

Steve pulled a large red ballgag out of the drawer and turned to Javier.

"What makes you think you're ever getting out of here, kid, huh?" Steve threatened.

"Hey, fuck you!"

Steve walked up to the door, slid open the waist high panel, and instructed Javier to turn around with his hands behind his back and slide them through, but he refused.

"Come in here and make me, bitch! I ain't all tied up now. Why don't you come in here and fight me like a man? Oh, what, you gonna bring out your big bad Taser again? Haha, good luck hitting me with that through those bars."

"You're right," Steve said, "it would be tough using the Taser this time. That's what this is for."

Steve drew his gun and fired off a shot at the back wall, the bullet just whizzing past Javier's head.

"Jesus!" the kid yelled and got down on his knees.

"The second shot won't miss, now do what I said."

"Okay! Okay! You're fucking crazy, you know that??"

Javier slowly got up, instinctively put his hands up in the air and walked towards the door. His heart was racing and he swallowed hard. He turned around at the door, put his hands behind his back, and slid them through the open panel. Steve clamped the handcuffs on and made them extra tight this time.

"Ow!" Javier yelped as the cuffs bit into his wrists.

"That's for giving me a hard time," Steve said, "Now walk forward and stand face forward against the back wall and spread your legs."

Javier walked forward and leaned up against the back wall. Steve opened the door and walked inside. He went up to Javier, grabbed the back collar of his leather jacket and slammed him up against the wall again.

"I said I want those legs spread!" He yelled and kicked Javier's feet apart.

He looked down at Javier's bubble butt and muscular thighs, again admiring how the denim of his skinny jeans formed practically a water tight seal around them.

"MS-13, huh," Steve mocked, "wearing jeans this tight? Yeah, that's some real thuggery there."

He smacked him hard on the ass.

"Fuck you, you faggot!" Javier responded.

"I brought you a present for that big mouth of yours," Steve teased, holding up the large, red ballgag in his other hand.

"What's that shit??" Javier asked.

Steve shoved it into his mouth as the kid started struggling in his restraints. He buckled the strap as tight as he could behind Javier's head, stretching his jaw wide open and sealing his mouth shut, reducing his communication to angry, muffled grunts. Steve reached around Javier's body and cupped the bulge in his jeans. This time he got a good grip and started squeezing.

"Just picking up where we left off back at the car."

Javier groaned angrily through his gagged mouth and really started struggling, but Steve was able to use his size and strength, with the aid of the handcuffs, to keep him under control.

"Better save your energy, kid. The night's just beginning."

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby wataru14 » Sat Apr 11, 2015 7:50 am

Hmmmm. Will Officer Delgado be an ally to Steve or will he end up in the cell next to Javier? Can't wait to find out!

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby Lake Lover » Sun Apr 12, 2015 3:56 am

This is really exciting. And well written! Please continue.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby wataru14 » Thu May 07, 2015 7:31 am

Please continue!

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Sun May 17, 2015 11:25 am

Steve ripped Javier away from the wall and spun him around. He started forcing him towards the door, but Javier resisted and fought, digging his feet into the ground.

"Move!" Steve ordered, but he continued to fight. Steve reach his hand around again grabbing Javier's crotch, but this time squeezing with quite a bit of force. Javier yelled out in pain through his gagged mouth as he felt Steve's grip digging into his balls.

"Stop fighting me!" Steve yelled, but Javier struggled even harder. Steve doubled down on his grip and Javier dropped to his knees in pain.

"You want me to stop squeezing your boys? Stop fighting me!"

It took every ounce of discipline Javier had to stop struggling against the pain in his balls, but he managed to control himself and Steve slowly released his grip.

"Good," Steve replied, "See? You can be taught. Now back on your feet and move."

He shoved Javier out of the cell and into the next room. Javier gave up his fight, but kept grunting through the ballgag from the residual pain of having his balls squeezed tight. He walked him over to a heavy wooden chair in the middle of the room and sat him down in it with his cuffed hands behind the chair back.

"Sit,"he commanded, pointing his finger in Javier's face, almost like one would direct a dog. He walked over to a workbench against the wall and came back with several coils of rope. He began restraining Javier's upper body first, lashing his biceps to the chair back and then winding it tight around his upper arms and chest. He finished with more rope around his abdomen, his leather jacket creaking the entire time as the ropes got tighter and tighter, securing the young man to the chair.

He took some more rope and knelt down in front of Javier, spreading his knees wide apart. He tied Javier's left ankle to the left leg of the chair and then did the same with his right ankle to the right leg. He wrapped more ropes just above each of his knees and tied them off to the back chair legs forcing Javier to sit with his legs wide open, leaving Steve with further, unhindered access to his assault manhood, in which he wasted no time, punching him hard in the balls once he finished tying him. Javier again groaned in pain from the blow. His face with red now, his eyes watered up, and he was sweating hard.

"That's for your piss poor attitude," Steve said, "you're going to learn some respect soon enough."

He walked back over to the workbench and picked up a small hand held electric sander. He plugged it into an extension cord that was already attached to an outlet in the wall and walked back over to Javier. He again knelt down between his open legs and held the sander just over his crotch. Javier eyes opened wide, terrified, and began shaking his head back and forth pleading through his gagged mouth. Steve pressed the sander against his crotch and flipped the on switch.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby tiedlad » Mon May 18, 2015 4:57 pm

God this is an amazing story. I can't wait for the next part!

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Fri Jun 05, 2015 9:47 am

Javier fought against his restraints like a wildcat as the sander vibrated hard and heavy against the bulge in his tight jeans. The chair buckled and sounds of the legs scraping against the floor, the loud purring of the sander, and Javier's muffled grunts filled the room as he struggled with every ounce of strength he had against the ropes and handcuffs securing him. Steve relentless teased the young man, pressing the sander against his bulge for a few seconds, then pulling it away for a few more, repeating this routing over and over. Despite Javier's struggles and resistance against the assault, Steve could see his bulge getting longer and larger, growing towards his right leg.

"Why fight it, kid?" Steve teased, "judging by the view down here I'd say you're enjoying this."

Javier mmmppphed angrily and shook his head.

"Oh no?" Steve laughed. "Your head up there might be saying no, but the one down here is singing a very different tune."

It was one of those "hurt so good" feelings. The vibrations were stimulating Javier's cock and he could feel his now very hard and stiff boner throbbing in his jeans, but having his erection stuck inside the tight denim and being pressed up against his thigh was also causing him some pain.

After several minutes of teasing him with the sander Steve turned it off and set it back down on the workbench. Javier was mmmpphhing loudly through this gagged mouth, almost like he was trying to call for help, which Steve found greatly amusing.

"Who do you think is going to hear you down here, huh?"

He walked back over to the bound man and stood behind him. He put his left arm around Javier's neck, lightly squeezing to add to his discomfort, and with his right hand he reached around and grabbed Javier's bulge, which was now the size of a cucumber ready to bust out of his skinny jeans. He began rubbing and squeezing it with his hand, which once again set Javier into a struggling rage.

"What are you gonna about it, kid, huh?" Steve taunted. "There's nothing you can do, not a damn thing. I OWN you now and I own that cock. I wanted it hard in those jeans and now you've got a steel rod in there, don't you, boy."

Javier's fight became even more intense and his breathing hard. His face was bright red and he was sweating profusely now.

"And if I want you to blow a big fat load in those jeans that's EXACTLY what you're going to do!"

Steve increased the pressure around Javier's neck with his left arm and began rubbing his cock bulge even harder. Javier's face began turning purple and he struggled to breathe, but even more to his horror, he could feel his cock was about to betray him. The several minutes of being vibrated, rubbed, and squeezed was about to culminate into one explosive orgasm that he couldn't hold back. Every muscle in his body tensed up, he let out a muffled scream through his ballgagged mouth and his cock erupted like a volcano. Steve smiled as the wet spot on Javier's jeans rapidly grew larger and larger on his right thigh. He continued massaging the young man's bulge until every last drop of semen had been squeezed out.

He released the young man from his grip, stepped around the chair, and stood in front of him. Javier's head was slumped down in front of him in defeat. His hair was sweaty and messy and he had a few tears rolling down his cheeks. He was still breathing heavily trying to catch his breath back.

"You're not so tough now, are you kid." Steve said softly.

He smiled to himself. This was exactly what he wanted, complete control of an unwilling participant. The fears were real, the struggles genuine. In fact, the only thing that could make this any better?

Two captives ...........

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby wataru14 » Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:01 pm

Yes!!!!!

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jun 28, 2015 9:50 pm

Can't wait for the next chapter! I'm hooked.
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Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Mon Jun 29, 2015 8:06 pm

Steve unstrapped the ballgag in Javier's mouth and removed it. The kid spit out some of the drool that had collected behind the gag. Steve grabbed a bottle of water off the work bench against the wall, twisted off the cap, and held it up to Javier's mouth. He commanded him to drink. Javier took a large mouthful of water, but then abruptly spit it back into Steve's face.

"Fuck you, cabrĂ³n!" he yelled.

Furious, Steve backhanded Javier across the face knocking the chair over on it's side. Javier hit the ground and was out cold. Steve dropped to his knees ready to clench his hands around Javier's neck and choke the life out of him, but quickly got control of his anger. That's not what he brought him here for and the last thing he needed was to deal with a body on his hands. He started to panic a bit realizing the kid must have conked his head on the hard floor. He pulled the chair back up on its legs and checked Javier's pulse and breathing. He seemed okay, just a bump on his head and a large bruise now showing where Steve hit him.

"Damn, that kid!" Steve thought to himself, "he's so belligerent. Most guys would be whimpering like babies after everything he'd just been through, but this fucking kid. Maybe he really was MS-13. Just my luck. I've got to stay in control. I need to punish him the right way, not practically kill the bastard."

But punishment would come later. Steve had to get back to finishing his shift before they started wondering where he was. He uncuffed and untied Javier from the chair and carried him back into his cell laying him on the cot. He left some food on a plate and a couple of bottles of water. He figured the kid''s refusal to eat or drink before was just an act of defiance and he'd probably take the food if Steve wasn't around watching. He'd be thirsty as hell when he woke up, for sure.

Steve headed back out and worked the rest of the afternoon into the evening. He kept thinking of how he could nab a second guy to bring back to his place. Pulling someone over again would be too risky. Javier caught on to what was happening before they even got back to his house. He couldn't take that chance again. Finally, it hit him. Steve did a few hours of personal training at his gym each week. That would be the perfect place to abduct his next captive. He'd have access to the entire building, where the regular members don't go, and nobody would question him being there since he was part time staff. The gym was open 24 hours a day so Steve figured the best time to grab someone would be late at night, around 11 or so, when fewer people would be there. The locker room was the perfect place to do it, no cameras in there and he could carry his captive out the emergency exit in the back right into the alleyway behind the building.

He finished up at the station and then drove home. He walked into the house to start grabbing some supplies: duct tape, chloroform, a cloth rag, and a few restraints he might need. He could hear Javier down in the basement futilely kicking and banging on the door of his cell. Apparently, that pain in the ass had recovered. He opened the basement door and walked down the steps. Javier stopped banging at the door as Steve approached. The young man had removed his leather jacket and Steve now had a better view of his tight muscles in just his white t-shirt.

"Someone's up and at him," Steve teased.

"Yeah, no thanks to you, bitch," Javier mouthed off.

"When you misbehave, Javier, you get punished."

Steve saw he'd cleaned off the plate of food he left and drank both bottles of water.

"I'm glad you decided to finally eat and drink. You need to stay hydrated. These are pretty intense games."

"Games?" Javier snapped back, "you think what you did to me is a fucking game? Let me out of here and I'll show you a fucking game! I ain't afraid of you, you sick fuck!"

The young man slammed his fists against the door, but Steve just laughed.

"You know kid, you've got balls the size of watermelons. I mean, really, but you know what?"

Steve's face suddenly morphed from an amused smile to a menacing stare.

"You WILL be afraid of me. In time, you're going to learn to respect me and obey me even if it kills you."

"What do you mean in time?" Javier asked.

Steve winked at him in return.

"Nighty night, cupcake," he replied and started walking out of the room back to the stairs.

"Hey!" Javier shouted after him, "What do you mean?? You can't keep me here!! You think people won't know I'm missing??!!"

Steve walked up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. Now, he just needed to get a few hours of sleep and it was off to the gym for round two.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:23 pm

Brian Hong pulled up into the gym parking lot and parked his car. He grabbed his gym bag and head phones and headed inside. It was late into the evening, almost 11:00 PM, but it was the only time of day he could get up there. He was a 21 year old UCLA senior during the day and then spent the evenings after school helping in his parents' restaurant. It could be tiring, but fitness and staying healthy were important to him. Even though it was late at night, he never missed his evening workouts and they paid off too. Brian had a well developed athletic body, a slim waist with a six pack, well defined biceps, and a strong, thick chest. He was very proud of his physical condition and was also a top student at school. He was by all means the total package for any young girl and he never lacked attention in that department. He was a good kid all the way around and stayed out of trouble, but what he didn't know was trouble was about to find him.

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Just a few minutes earlier Steve had also pulled up to the gym. He went inside and headed straight into the office. As he had hoped, it was currently uninhabited. He figured this time of night there would be a skeleton crew manning the place. He walked over to the security monitors and control panel and turned off the camera that pointed to the outside exit door into the alley behind the men's locker room. He then opened up one of the drawers and rummaged through the keys until he found the one that would open that back door and disable the emergency exit alarm.

"Steve, you're training someone tonight?" A surprised Jennifer asked as she walked into the room.

Steve quickly shut the drawer and dropped the key into his opposite pocket facing her.

"No... uh.., "he replied, a bit startled, "I'm missing my extra set of car keys and thought I might have left them in here the other day."

"Oh," she laughed, "I know what you mean. I leave shit here all the time. Hey, I'm about to finish up here, you want to grab a drink?"

Like most women who met Steve, Jennifer had been trying to get into his jock for a long time.

"You know," he apologized, "I'd love to, but I've had a long shift today and I just want to get home and get into bed."

She smiled slyly back at him and said, "Well, that works too."

He laughed politely and asked for a rain check. He went back outside returning to his car and pulled it around back to the emergency exit door behind the men's locker room. He got out and grabbed his duffle bag of supplies. He looked up at the camera pointed at the door, knowing it was no longer recording, slipped the key into the emergency alarm key hole and turned it, disarming the alarm and opening the door. He slipped inside. The locker room was quiet and as he peered around a row of lockers he saw only one guy changing his clothes, Brian Hong.

Brian had just finished putting on a pair of black slim fitting athletic pants and his sneakers. Steve watched from the behind the lockers as he pulled his shirt off and set it down on the bench. He grabbed his iPod out of his bag and sighed as he noticed the cords of the headphones were all tangled. As he began playing around with the cords to untangle them Steve knew this was his moment to grab the kid while he was distracted. He pulled out a cloth rag from his bag and dampened it with a bottle of chloroform he had brought with him. With perfect stealth he walked up behind Brian and grabbed him, clamping the soaked rag over his mouth and nose with one hand and wrapping his other arm around the kid's abdomen.

"MMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" Brian screamed into the cloth and began struggling violently against his attacker. Steve yanked him off the bench and pulled him away from the lockers before he could start kicking them, alerting others to his abduction, while keeping the rag pressed tight over his face. The kid kicked and fought hard, but the chemical began taking its effect and Steve could feel his struggles slowing down and weakening in his arms. Brian finally dropped his arms down to his side and his body slumped back into Steve's.

Steve knew he had to act fast before someone else walked into the locker room. He set the kid down on the bench on his stomach. He grabbed a couple of zip ties from the bag that he took from the station and zip tied Brian's wrists behind his back, followed by his ankles. He then grabbed a knotted bandanna out of the bag, shoved the knotted part in Brian's mouth and then tied it tight behind his head, gagging him, just in case he woke up on the way home. He grabbed Brian's shirt and iPod and threw it in the kid's bag. He lifted Brian up and threw him over one shoulder and with his other arm grabbed his and Brian's bags and carried the shirtless young man out the back door, leaving no trace of him behind. He dropped the kid in the trunk, got into the driver's seat, and took off. It was a clean abduction with no witnesses.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby Lake Lover » Sat Jul 04, 2015 11:54 pm

Good chapter. Anxious to see what he does to poor Brian.

Re: Corrupt Cop

Postby JHardcastle » Sun Jul 12, 2015 8:20 pm

Brian had awaken in the trunk by the time Steve had pulled back in his driveway. He was terrified and struggled and kicked when Steve opened the trunk, but fell into line once he saw Steve aiming a Taser at him. He whined through his gagged mouth as Steve carried him over his shoulder into the house and down the stairs into the basement. Javier was standing at the door of his cell looking through the barred window.

"Who the hell is that?" He asked as Steve set Brian down on the floor against the wall.

"I brought you a friend, Javier," Steve replied, "I thought you could use some company."

He double checked Brian's bindings. His wrists were still bound tight behind his back, but Steve tightened the zip tie around his ankles, causing the kid to wince.

"It's real simple the way the rules work here, kid," he said, "you obey me and I don't hurt you, get it?"

Brian tried pleading to Steve, but could only managed muffled grunts through the knotted bandanna.

"Now sit still. I have to deal with your new buddy over there."

Steve walked over to Javier's cell and slid open the waist high panel.

"You know the drill.... hands," he instructed.

Javier turned around, put his hands behind his back and slid them through the panel. Steve cuffed his wrists again, this time using another zip tie, cinching it tight. He opened the door, grabbed Javier by his arms and lead him out. He pulled the back of Javier's body up against him, reached around, and began rubbing his hard chest.

"I'm glad you took that jacket off," Steve said, "now I can get a much better feel of those tight muscles of yours."

Javier wasn't in the mood for another beat down so he just closed his eyes in disgust as Steve molested his body while Brian stared up from the floor, his eyes wide with fear wondering what was going to happen to them.

"You gonna jerk me off again, faggot?" Javier hissed through his clenched teeth.

"Nope, not this time," Steve smiled, "well, not me, anyway."

He looked slyly over at Brian who started struggling against his bonds.

"You're a real sick bastard," Javier said shaking his head.

"Let's go have a seat in your favorite chair."

Steve walked him over to the middle of the room, to the same chair he had him tied up in before and repeated the same roping as their previous session. Javier's biceps were bound to the chair back and another piece of rope was tied to his zip tied wrists and tied off to a rung at the bottom of the chair, further limiting his arm movements. More ropes encircled his arms, chest, and abdomen and his legs were tied down to the chair with him sitting with his knees wide apart, just like last time. For the final touch, Steve used duct tape to gag him this time, which he wound around his mouth securely several times.

"Now it's your turn," he said to Brian.

Brian began his gagged pleads again, shaking his head back and forth. Steve lifted him up off the floor and carried him over in front of Javier. He set the kid down on his feet between Javier's spread legs and then forced him down onto his knees. The two young men looked in each other's eyes in despair. Steve removed Brian's gag and he immediately started begging for mercy.

"Please, man, I... I don't know what this is about, but.... if you just let me go I swear.... I won't tell anyone anything, okay?"

Steve laughed, "I wonder if that's ever actually worked before. They say that in the movies all the time, right? You think a kidnapper has ever actually said, 'oh really? You won't say anything? Sure, I believe you. Hey, there's the door. Good luck to ya'".

"Look, my parents are going to wonder where I am if I don't come home."

"Oh, you live with mommy and daddy? You're not a big bad gang banger here like Javier? You know, he's MS-13. Pretty scary, huh. You sure you're not Yakuza or Triad or where ever the hell you came from?"

"No, I swear, I've never been in trouble with anyone; I'm just a college student, please..."

"Well, I didn't bring you here because I thought you were a criminal. I brought you here because you were in the right place at the right time and you have a really hot body," Steve explained as he began taking his turn rubbing Brian's chest and abs."

"Please... don't... " Brian begged, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, you're right," Steve said, "there'll be time for that later. Let's just get down to business."

"What do you mean?"

"See his bulge?" Steve said pointing to Javier's crotch.

"What??"

"You blind, kid? His cock bulge, you can't see it through those tight jeans he has on?"

"Well.... yeah.... I guess,"Brian responded, confused and embarrassed.

"Good," Steve grinned. "Eat it!"