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.