Disclaimer: If you are under 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read material of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between men. It is entirely a work of fictional entertainment.
Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 23 By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com) Copyright 2006
Part 23: Hot Diggidy Dogs
The warm sun beat down on the shiny squad car as it cruised past the endless strip of old shopping malls, furniture stores, and fast food restaurants.
"Man, this humidity... when's it gonna let up?" Tony said with a sigh. Jason shook his head. "At least they finally got the damn air-con fixed."
"Yeah, jeeez, how may months did that take? Just in time for fall, huh?"
"If the cool weather ever gets here," Jason replied as he adjusted himself in the passenger seat. He was sitting with his legs spread apart, but his crotch was still sweaty. His damp cotton briefs felt glued to his dick, rubbing his knob a bit every time he moved. Jason tried to take his mind off the feeling, but his shaft was slowly hardening.
Tony stared at the street ahead and reached up with his left hand to rub the sweat off the back of his thick neck. He shivered slightly as his fingertips tickled the thick dusting of little black hairs that had grown in since his last haircut. For a brief moment, his right foot let off the accelerator as his body succumbed to the sensations of his own touch. His brain kicked back to consciousness as his fingers grazed the heavy metal chain. He frowned as he thought about how the heck he was going to keep that thing hidden. He'd had Jason clock in for him this morning while he waited out by the cruiser, but he couldn't do that every day, and anyway, tomorrow afternoon he had office duty.
"Damn," Tony muttered to himself as he put both hands back on the steering wheel. He gave a little shift in his seat and noticed a tightening in his crotch. HE thought about how the seatbelt kepts his hips secured in place, the diagonal nylon strap pulling tightly from his left shoulder across his firm chest. Tony instinctively bounced his pecs and then rolled his eyes behind the dark shades of his sunglasses.
Jason seemed to be staring quietly out the window to the right. Tony took the opportunity to glance at Jason's left arm. The tight short sleeve of his dark uniform shirt came down just to the top of the thick rounded bicep. He couldn't see the tattoo. It was hidden under the cotton fabric. Curiosity got the better of him, however, and he reached over with his right hand to delicately push the sleeve up just a bit. No sooner had Tony gotten two fingers under the sleeve then Jason's head snapped around.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jason said without moving his arm.
"I just wanna see it, man, come' on..." Tony replied.
Jason frowned and stretched his left arm towards the dashboard. Slowly the colorful design appeared. Jason looked down at it, expressionless behind his sunglasses. Tony's gaze shifted back and forth between the tattoo and the street ahead of him. He instinctively rubbed his own left bicep, pushing up the short sleeve of his own shirt, like he was making a mental measurement. Jason noticed and the next time Tony looked over at his arm, he flexed his bicep and tightened his deltoid muscle. In spite of himself, Jason's frown bore the slightest trace of a grin.
"Fuckin' assholes," he said. "I can't believe they did this to me. How am I supposed to show the chicks my muscles when I've got that on my arm?" Tony smiled. "You're outta commission, dude. Looks like the pussy in this town belongs to me. Ha ha ha," Tony chuckled.
"Yeah, right. With that nice little necklace you've got there," Jason retorted.
"Hey, that could mean anything. Ya never know. Women might dig it," Tony said with sudden satisfaction as though things were looking up. He eyes glanced back at Jason's tattoo. Jason smiled. Stuck out his tongue and licked his decorated muscle. Tony froze for a second until he heard horns blaring. He looked forward and swerved in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding hitting an on-coming car.
"Watch where you're going dickbrain," Jason quipped.
No sooner had Tony got himself under control when a call came through on the radio. Three white teen-age males had just left the Hot Dog Hut without paying for their food.
"The Hot Dog Hut? That's just up ahead!" Tony nearly shouted.
As Tony turned on the siren and lights, Jason radioed back to the station that they were on their way. Three minutes later they pulled into the parking lot. As they headed towards the door Tony nudged Jason... "Your sleeve, dude. Pull it down a bit."
"Fuck," Jason mumbled as they entered.
The manager, a portly silver-haired man in his mid-fifties dashed over.
"Officers! I'm glad you're here! What's got into kids now-a-days? They ordered a whole bunch of hot dogs and fries to go, then grabbed their bags before paying and ran out of here! And not without harm either! Why, why, why... they threw soda pop at poor Matthew over there. He's just a high school kid trying to earn a few extra bucks. He shouldn't be submitted to that!"
"Okay, okay, sir. Calm down and start from the beginning," Tony said authoritatively.
"Well, well, I uh, I just did. I just told you what happened. We're short nearly twelve dollars!" said the manager. "What are you going to do about it?" Tony noticed that the manager was staring at the chain around his neck.
A slightly whiney voice came from further back. "Mr. Welding? Mr. Welding, sir? Can you please come unlock the cash register? It's jammed again."
The manager turned around. "Yes, Betty. I'll be right there." Turning back to Tony and Jason, he said, "Excuse me a minute officers. Won't be a sec..."
Tony and Jason made a show of looking around the little fast-food joint, sizing up the clientele. The half-dozen or so people sitting at the little tables were mostly workers from the nearby shopping centers.
"Nothing looks out of order here," Tony whispered to Jason.
Jason responded sarcastically, "Good job, bro. You're really on the ball today."
Tony walked over to the counter. "Mr. uh Welding, is it? We will need to take a statement from you and from any staff involved."
"Yes, officer, of course!"
Suddenly, Jason dashed out to the patrol car. Tony saw him open the door and pick up the radio speaker. He leapt out of the car and signaled to Tony.
"Come' on; they've been spotted. A car with three passengers fitting their description was seen speeding and running a red light just up ahead." Tony looked back towards the manager and said, "I don't think you are in any danger here, sir, but pay attention. Don't underestimate the criminal mind. We'll be back later for that statement."
Tony heard Jason start the engine. As he jogged out of the restaurant, the manager trundled after him. "Officer! Officer! Here's my card," he said, handing Tony the small white object. As Jason tore out of the parking lot, lights flashing, Tony inspected the card: "Hot Dog Hut, Samuel Welding, Manager." The address and telephone number were in the center of the card. Tony flipped the card over in his hand and saw another phone number scribbled on the back along with a message: "Call me! I've got lots of chains in my basement! Sam."
Tony's dick pulsed. "Awwwww fuck..." he mumbled. He flexed the muscles in his big arms as if to reassure himself that he was in control.
"THERE!" Jason shouted as he stepped on the accelerator. He flipped on the siren.
As soon as they were behind the car, Tony spoke into the megaphone: "Pull into the right hand lane!"
The slightly beat-up red compact car in front of them sped up. A chase was on! There was nearly a wreck as the car made a left-hand turn across on-coming traffic. Jason followed in hot pursuit. A sudden right, then a left into a long straight street in a residential area led to a high-speed chase. Two minutes later and the red car made another left.
"Bad move, boys," Jason snarled when he saw the dead end at a neglected municipal park.
The red car screeched to a stop with the patrol car right behind.
"Put your hands on your head and stay in the car," Tony ordered into the megaphone.
"They seem to be complying," Jason said as he and Tony got out of the cruiser. As both cops walked up to the driver's side window a blond teenager turned his head and smiled.
"Gotcha ya little fucker!" Tony spat as he opened the car door.
"Heeeeyyyy, if it isn't my two favorite pigs," beamed a grinning Lance Packer.
"I told ya we'd get you," said Tony returning the grin.
"Oh yeah? Who's got who, cop?"
Jason stood silently. Lance leaned conspiratorially towards the two police officers. "Listen up buddies. I don't want any trouble from you two. I've got a video that could drop you two dudes in the shit. I mean big time! Performing oral sex on a minor? Maaaannn! You two sorry asses would be in a heap-a trouble."
Jason and Tony stood open-mouthed.
Lance signaled for his two friends to get out of the car and come over. He turned back to Tony and Jason, who were standing side-by-side, their expressions partly hidden by their dark sunglasses. "So, listen up cops. Here's how it's gonna go. "Bert" and "Ernie," here, you don't need to know their real names... well, they are gonna cuff ya. Got it?"
Tony and Jason remained silent.
"I said GOT IT?" Lance repeated.
Neither Tony nor Jason moved. The looked at the two other guys, both taut- bodied jocks like Lance.
"Bert" and "Ernie," each with incredulous faces, stepped behind the cops and tentatively took possession of their handcuffs, not quite believing what they were doing and wondering how Lance had such power over two muscle-cops like these.
"Hands behind your backs," ordered Lance calmly.
"Now wait a minute..." Tony spluttered.
"No... do it or it's showtime at the station," said Lance.
"Bert" and "Ernie" pulled the two sets of muscular hairy arms behind the cops' backs.
The clicking sounds of the metal cuffs locking into place was all that could be heard in the empty street. Click-Click, Click-Click.
Lance's two athletic friends were amazed to find themselves kind of turned on by this little scene. Flanking either side of the two cuffed cops, they asked Lance what was next.
"Bring 'em over to the backseat of their car."
Lance opened up one of the doors. Pointing to Tony, he said, "Put this joker in the middle of the seat and fasten the seatbelt across his waist.
Tony took a step back before "Ernie," the kid with the shaggy brown hair, gave him a shove from behind.
"You little runt!" Tony growled as he ducked his head while "Bert" gently guided him into the backseat of the patrol car. "Bert" grinned as he tightly adjusted the seatbelt across Tony's waist. Tony's cuffed arms were now pinned between his back and the seat. The cuffs forced his chest out, stretching his fitted shirt even more tightly across his beefy pecs. The buttons looked like they were about to pop off from the strain of holding the two front panels together. Tony tugged at the cuffs, flexing his muscular hairy arms and putting further strain on the buttons of his shirt.
"Bert" backed out of the car and Lance gestured towards Jason. "You're next, officer, heh heh..."
Jason frowned, but ducked his head and scooted himself in, next to Tony.
"No, not like that," Lance said to the handsome cop. "Face your partner."
"What?" Jason asked.
"Face your partner, dude. Sit on his lap. What are you? Stupid or something? Oh yeah, wait a minute. Of course you are. You're a musclehead cop."
Jason looked fit to burst with a string of expletives.
Lance went around to the other car door to help pull Jason across and into position. After a couple of grunts and nearly butting heads with Tony, Jason was kneeling on the seat, straddling his partner's legs. He and Tony still had their reflective sunglasses on so they couldn't communicate with their eyes. Lance reached in and patted the two guys on their cheeks. "Nice, real nice guys. Are ya comfy?"
"Fuckin' little runt... what do you think?" Tony spat.
"Now now... watch your language Mister Policeman. You are supposed to be a role model for the public."
Tony squirmed under Jason and tugged at the handcuffs locking his arms behind his back.
"Nice chain ya got there!" Lance chuckled. He ran his fingers across it.
"Ohhh, heavy duty. Gee I wonder who put that on you? Ha ha."
Lance looked over the two cops bodies. "Hey, where d'you get those uniforms? They look like they're about two sizes too small. Gotta admit they really show off your big muscles, but, shit, aren't they a little constricting?" Lance looked down and laughed. "Oh yeah, I can see they are. Hey, Bert, Ernie, looks at this," he said pointing to the packed police pouches. "Looks like our police officers are puffing up a bit right down here...." Lance grazed the back of his hand across Tony and Jason's stuffed crotches. Jason grunted and wriggled his fingers behind his back. Tony looked down in horror, wondering what this smart- mouthed jock was going to do to him.
"Maybe we ought to help 'em out?" Lance asked rhetorically.
"Uhhh, what are you thinkin' man?' replied "Bert".
Jason waved him over and whispered in his ear. As "Bert" went back and filled in "Ernie", Lance grabbed Jason's zipper and slowly began to lower it. Jason tried to leap up and banged his head on the padded roof of the car. "Hands off the goods, faggot!" he yelled. "Bert" reached in and pushed Jason back down by the shoulders. Lance repeated the procedure on the more immobilized Tony. Simultaneously sticking a hand in each trouser fly, he fished around until he had a grip on each cop's dick. Then he began to tug.
"OUCH!" came from each of the cops.
"Don't be a couple a babies. I'm just gettin' your dick's out in the fresh air."
A couple more tugs and two semi-hard cocks popped into view. Lance couldn't resist lightly tapping one against the other. Tony and Jason looked at each other and groaned "Oh no" at the same time. Quickly the two thick, cut, cop cocks started to expand.
"Ernie" chirped up: "Woo hoo, look at that wood, man!"
"Bert" was kneeling on the ground, fiddling with his shoelaces. He raised himself up and chuckled at the two stiffening rods sticking out of the cops' dark trousers. Jason and Tony noticed that from each of "Bert's" hands dangled a shoelace from the teen jock's high-top sneakers.
"Wha-what're ya going to do with those," Jason asked anxiously.
"Well," said Lance, "it's like this..."
He reached back into each cop's trousers and scrabbled his fingers around until he had a grip on Tony and Jason's cum-packed nutsacks. He carefully pulled Jason and Tony's balls out through their briefs and trouser fly.
"Whoa, shit!" Lance exclaimed. I forgot you guys had such big fuckin' hairy balls! Whatcha got in there, like a gallon of hot steamy cop juice?" Tony and Jason were now vigorously squirming as Lance rolled their big nuts in the palms of his hands.
"Hey 'Bert', hand me one of those laces."
Tony and Jason's heads followed the shoelace as "Bert" passed it to Lance. Lance held both ends of one of the shoelaces and snapped it taut. "Yeah, good and long. This should do the trick," he said as he began circling the white cotton string around the top of Tony's ballsack. After making several loops and pulling it tight enough that Tony grunted, he brought the two ends over to Jason's balls and coiled the shoelace likewise around the top of his cum-packed hairy sack. He finally made one big loop around both pairs of nuts and then tied the shoelace in knots in between. Jason and Tony were now sporting full hard-ons.
"Okay, 'Bert', hand me the other one." Lance tied the second shoelace around the base of Jason's shaft, then crossed the two strands of the long shoelace in a figure-8, wrapping them around the base of Tony's dick, finally tying a tight knot. "Okay, 'Bert', 'Ernie', one of you hold these two dicks together."
"No way are we touching those, dude," the two jocks replied.
Lance frowned. "Alright, here, I'll hold them, and you wrap the shoelace around them until they are tied together."
"Ernie" made a face, but said "okay."
"Make sure to pull 'em tight so they don't come loose and slide down."
It took a few tries and all the fingering made Tony and Jason's dicks twitch in excitement, but "Ernie" gradually figured it out, finally tying a couple of tight knots on the side, just below the flanges of the two pressed-together cop cocks.
"Good job!" said Lance.
The three guys looked at the two cops and laughed as the tethered cocks pulsed. All the finger work had tickled and teased and now Tony and Jason were slowly leaking pre-cum, the clear sticky sap glazing their cock-tips.
"Who's the faggot now? Ha ha ha ha ha!" Lance laughed. "Hold on just a sec, guys..." He dashed over to his car and retrieved the bag from the Hot Dog Hut.
"You two could be out here for a while and I wouldn't want ya to get hungry or nothin' so open up."
"Huh?" Tony said, puzzled. Lance reached over and began shoving French fries into his open mouth.
"Heymmmpphh!"
Lance was shoving the fries into Tony's mouth faster than the cuffed-cop could chew and swallow. He handed another little bag of fries to "Bert" and told him to do the same with Jason. Bert grabbed a fist-full of fries and aimed towards Jason's mouth. Unlike Tony, however, Jason was prepared. He clamped his jaw shut and leaned away from "Bert's" approaching hand. "Bert" frowned, not quite sure what to do, but then an idea crossed his playful mind.
"Hey cop, you sure do have a big chest packed into that tight shirt. Maybe you need a little more room to breathe, huh?"
With his left hand, "Bert" fumbled with the buttons on Jason's shirt as the cop looked down in growing concern. Through gritted teeth, Jason said, "Don't you dare, kid... cut it out, NOW!"
"Bert" just chuckled as his fingers unfastened one... two... three... four buttons. "Duuuuuuude! Nice pecs. Man you workout a lot dontcha. Real hairy too. You are all man mister... uh... O'Reilly... HA! Officer O'Reilly," laughed "Bert" as he looked at Jason's badge and nametag.
Lance looked over. "Oh yeah, I never did know their full names. That kind of information could come in handy. What's your name doofus," he said looking at Tony's badge. "Officer Anthony Martino. Hmmm... I bet your friends call ya cock-boy Tony, though, huh? Ha ha!"
Lance watched Tony jerk frantically in his restraints. "UNNNGGHH!" Tony grunted, his mouth still full of fries. Lance noticed Tony staring straight ahead, eyes wide open. He followed the Italian cop's gaze to Jason's chest. Jason's eyes too were wide as "Bert" rubbed his hands all over his big rounded pecs, squeezing the muscle. When "Bert" grabbed hold of Jason's right man-tit, Jason's mouth opened wide... "NAW FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fummmmppPHHH!"
Tony's jaw too went slightly slack as he watched Jason's mouth get stuffed with salty fried potato, just like his. He squirmed under the seatbelt as he felt his cock pulse in its shoe-laced confinement. Before he knew what was happening, he felt something shove its way past his lips, pushing the potato mash further back. He looked down cross-eyed to see Lance forcing a long greasy hot dog with all the trimmings into his helpless mouth. Tony started to choke and cough. Lance let up on the pressure.
"Take it easy... boy. Swallow," Lance cooed. He watched Tony's Adam's apple bob for a minute. "That's it... now take some more," he said as he continued shoving the hot dog in its soft squishy bun further into Tony's mouth. When the messy sausage and bun was about halfway in, Lance stopped. "Now if you bite down, the other half is gonna fall in your lap and make a big mess. I'm sure you don't want that on your nice uniform cop, so if I were you, I'd just sit still, okay?"
Tony whimpered.
Lance giggled.
All eyes turned to the sound of groans coming from Jason as he too got a hot dog shoved slowly into his mouth. "Bert" reached down with his left hand and gave Jason's hairy abs a firm slap. Jason's head snapped up as he grunted and expelled a blast of air from his flaring nostrils.
"Hey, good idea!" Lance said as he turned towards Tony. He began unbuttoning Tony's shirt as the cop tried to twist himself away from the teen's scrabbling fingers, but with his hands cuffed and his arms pressed against the back of the seat, his movements were only enough to provoke laughter in the jock gang as his tight muscular chest was unwrapped.
SMACK!
"Ooommph!"
"Yep, pretty firm there mister policeman!" Lance sneered. "Hey "Bert? You still got the keys to their cuffs?" Lance asked.
"Yeah..."
"Why don't you see how far you can throw them into that field over there."
"Nah, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna keep 'em as a souvenir," said "Bert".
"Bert" unclasped the slender gold chain around his neck and threaded it through the rings holding the keys to the two sets of cuffs. He put the necklace back on. "Looks good don't it? A nice little trophy to remind me of the two dumbest cops I ever met! HAH! Well, the keys and these nice things here," Bert said as he reached into the car and put his hands on each cop's sunglasses.
"Nngmmmm! Nnnnmmmmm!" was heard from the protesting patrolmen.
"Hey, give me one of those," Lance said. "Yeeeahhhh... niiiice! Okay, let's roll down these windows... don't want our two pigs gettin' over-cooked in this heat."
Lance then closed the door on his side. "Bert" was about to do the same when
"Ernie" spoke up. "Hang on a sec."
"What's up D... Ernie?" "Bert" questioned.
"It could be a while before these guys are rescued. We need to give 'em something, to think about," said the eager-faced high-school athlete as he ducked into the back of the cruiser.
"Whoa dude, thought you said you weren't gonna touch 'em!" said "Bert".
"Some things you just gotta do... "Bert"," said "Ernie" as he began twirling his fingers across the sticky tops of Tony and Jason's fat cock helmets.
The two cops bucked and then immediately groaned as they painfully tugged on each other's dick and nuts. They were stuck, with no choice but to endure
"Ernie's" devilish stimulation of their muscle-cop dicks.
"Nnnoooonnnnnnfff! Aaaawwwwwwwwffff!"
The two juicy-looking cut cocks twitched and swelled in their bondage as the stimulation of their sensitive caps took its toll and they leaked more pre-cum.
"Oh, looks like you guys like that!" smirked the trim and toned teen punk.
Lance and "Bert" watched in amusement. It only took about three or four minutes before the two cops were producing a steady drip and breathing heavily through their noses.
Lance quipped, "Wow, that was quick. You two must have been real horned up already. Oh yeah, of course you were. How could I forget? You two go nuts seeing each other all tied up and teased. What a couple'a faggot cops!" Lance said as he backed away from the window and came around to "Bert" and "Ernie's" side. "Come' on 'Ernie', time to go."
"Ernie" backed out and closed the door. Lance leaned in through the window and said, "Listen dickwads, don't sweat too much. As soon as we get out of here, I'll call the station and report that I saw two cops doin' strange shit in the back of their car and that it looked like they were either in trouble or doin' somethin' real kinky. I'll give 'em your location and all, so you two won't have to sit in this heat for too long. Of course, if you two dumbasses are still sittin' like this when your buddies arrive... well, YOU may not consider yourselves a pair of muscle-boy homos, but let me tell ya, your buddies at the station sure will! You guys are goin' DOWN! Can ya feel it? Times-a- tickin'... Two hot gay cops comin' up! Let's see... will that be with or without all the hot dog trimmings? Ha ha ha! Ooops, way to go O'Reilly, I guess your squirtin' dick answers that question! OH HO! And Martino too!" The three high-school jocks roared with laughter as they walked back to their car, "Bert" yelling, "Have fun cocksuckers!"
As the three high-schoolers piled into the faded red compact car, "Bert" pulled out his cell phone.
"You're not callin' the police on that are you?" asked Lance.
"Uh, yeah," said "Bert".
"No way, man. They can trace us on your line," Lance said as he reached over and playfully slapped the back of "Bert's" head. "We've got to find a pay phone somewhere."
"A pay phone? Aren't those, like, all gone?"
"Naw, there's gotta be one around somewhere. Maybe at one of the gas stations or somethin'."
Lance put the car in gear and drove off. It didn't take more than three minutes to find a "mini-mart" with two beat-up pay phones outside the door.
Lance punched "0" on the dialpad. "Operator... operator? Oh, hello, operator could you connect me to the police?"
Lance heard the line click and someone on the other end pick up. "Yes, hello ma'am. Um, I don't know who to talk to, but I think there might be a couple of cops in trouble."
"Where son?"
"Uh, well I was walking through Hardwood Park, you know, back behind West Coxman High, and I saw a police car parked in the street just on the other side of the fence."
"Which street son?" asked the woman at police dispatch.
"Um, I think it was Honeysuckle Lane, but I'm not sure."
"Okay, hon, it was probably just a patrol car on duty, checking something out, nothing to worry about."
"Uh ma'am, well, maybe, but it looked like two cops were in the car... in the backseat, one, uh, on top of the other... kinda weird, ya know."
"I see. Did you get a number for the car, by any chance?"
"No, sorry. I don't know. I guess I should have paid more attention. I was kinda freaked and just wanted to get out of there. Anyway, it's probably nothin', but you know, I thought I should call, just in case they were in trouble or somethin'. I didn't want to go check it out by myself."
"You did the right thing young man, we'll look into it. Thank you for alerting us."
"Yes, ma'am. Bye."
Lance hung up the telephone and high-fived "Bert".
"Oh golly gee ma'am, it looked kinda weird... ha ha ha!" laughed "Bert" and
"Ernie" as Lance grinned.
"Man, if those two suckers aren't squirmin' now, they sure will be when they get found by another couple' a cops! HAH!" Lance shrieked in delight. "Hey, maybe they got bags of chips or somethin' like that here. I could do with a bite to eat since we were forced to hand over our lunch, ha ha," chuckled Lance as the three guys headed for the door into the mini-mart.
The woman at police dispatch handed the message to one of the officers on duty.
"On top of each other in the back seat? Aw geeze, what the fuck is this about? Did you get a phone number?"
"Yes, sir, it's just at the bottom, there..."
"Right, well, I'll check it out. If this is some kind of joke, we'll be calling back the kid you spoke to."
"I think it was a pay phone, sir," said the woman at dispatch.
"Of course it was..." sighed the officer.
The policeman went over to a map and located the address. "Huh, that's not really our jurisdiction. That's Precinct 4. Let's see," the officer mused,
"Who's runnin' the show over there? Is that Clemens? Didn't he just promote some guy? What was his name? Roberts? Aw fuck, I'll call 'em."
Tony and Jason were sweating heavily as the car heated up in the noonday sun. The armpits of their shirts were stained with sweat. The two guys were a comical picture of frustrated muscle-studs. Each cop was twisting his wrists in handcuffs he knew he couldn't get free of, and yet neither could stop. All they could do was stare at each other as the muscles in their arms flexed helplessly. Both guys tried desperately not to move their crotches, but Jason found it impossible not to squirm on Tony's lap. Even the slightest shift drew attention to the tight cotton bindings around their dicks, the feeling of firm but soft constriction keeping them swollen, the near continuous drip of their manly fluids keeping them slippery and itchy. Tony and Jason looked at each other whimpering and grunting.
Suddenly they were silent. Jason snapped his head around towards the dashboard in the front seat. The radio dispatch calling for all cars in their vicinity to radio back with their location.
"MMMMMMPPHHHH! MMMUUUUUUUUUMMPHHH!"
Tony and Jason looked at each other. There was no way they could reach the receiver.
They heard their buddies calling in and then heard the dispatcher calling their names.
"Martino, O'Reilly, come-in. Car 18 please give your location, over... Car 18... Martino, O'Reilly? Over."
The two cops tugged at their bonds and moaned when they heard Mitch Henderson's voice, "Those two should be back at the station by now, over..."
"Negative... I mean affirmative... I mean, yes they should be, but they're not and we are getting no response from them," said Sandy at dispatch. "We have a report of a parked patrol car with a problem over on Honeysuckle Lane, over..."
"Sandy, we're on Slippery Rock Avenue... is Honeysuckle nearby? Over."
"Just behind Hardwood Park, Mitch. Over..."
"Okay, car 12 heading to Honeysuckle. Over."
"Okay, car 12. Over and out," said Sandy.
"Right Porter, let's check this out," said Mitch. "It should be just over there," he said pointing with his left hand. "Yeah, I think the park is just behind that high school, so somewhere just on the other side..."
At the realization of what was about to happen, Jason and Tony each bit down on the hot dogs stuffing their mouths. The remaining halves fell into their laps, soiling their trousers with pickle relish, mustard, ketchup, and hot dog grease. As soon as Jason had finished masticating the fries in the back of his mouth, he yelled, "Holy fuckin' shit!"
He tugged frantically at the cuffs, squirming on Tony's big thighs. Tony swallowed hard and yelled "Ouch! You're pullin' my nuts man!"
"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" Jason yelled again. "What the fuck are we gonna do? Henderson is gonna be here any fuckin' minute! Who's he got with hi today, Porter? No way can they find us like this!"
Tony swallowed and let out a groan. "Awwww Jase, we're in trouble, man." Tony tried bucking up from the seat, but the seatbelt kept him totally stuck and immobilized at the hips. "Uuuunnngggghhhh!" he grunted, to no effect.
Both cops looked at each other as they continued tugging, writhing, and flexing their muscular arms to no effect... well, almost no effect. The tugging and rubbing had their sweaty balls churning. The tightly tied shoelaces around their dicks were like a soft itchy vise, squeezing their shafts as the stiff fleshy muscle flexed.
Tony spoke up. "Hey, if we can just get our dicks to go down, we might be able to slip out of the laces, right. And then, we can change position. I'll tuck in your equipment and you tuck in mine. That way, it'll still be bad, I mean we'll still be cuffed and all, but it won't be nowhere near so humiliating as it's gonna be if they find us like this. Got it?"
"Yeah, good thinking, dude. Come' on, let's try it," Jason said.
Both guys looked down at their dicks trying to will them to soften. They didn't have much time.
"You're not concentrating enough Jason!" growled Tony.
"What do you mean ME? Your damn big cock is rubbin' all over mine, keeping it hard... SHIT!"
Tony looked Jason in the face. "Fuck, dude, our big dicks aren't goin' down one bit. In fact, I... I think mine's gettin'... har...harder... oh maaaaaan..." Tony whimpered.
Jason groaned. Tony looked up and saw him staring at his chest. Tony looked at Jason's muscle-packed pecs. "Fuck, those damn high-school jocks... they really got us... makin' us look at each other's hot hairy chests'n all."
"Those punks are jealous of us Tony. They know they'll never be hot studs like us... fuckin' teen-age jock punks! Uuunnnggghhh!" Jason writhed on Tony's lap, the muscles in his big thighs flexing against Tony's. Tony felt a new tide of goopy juice dripping down his shaft.
"DUDE! You're cock is leaking like a fuckin' faucet," he yelled at Jason.
"Awwww fuck, you're getting' our big cocks even more wet and slimy... oh man... oh man... ohhhh maaaannnn... ggggggnnnnngggghhh..."
Jason and Tony locked eyes as Jason spoke, "Shit, you're leakin' too, buddy. Were dripping our juice like crazy."
"WHOA! Would ya look at this Porter!" came a voice from the window.
Jason and Tony's heads snapped around. The two hot horny cops gasped in unison, "He... HENDERSON!"
Across town, as Lance sat at his computer in his bedroom shooting the breeze with Rob and Dave, alia "Bert" and "Ernie", he realized that the CD that big guy Pete had given him, might be good for more than just a late-night jerk-off.