Gay Bondage Fiction | Taking JD – Page 1

A group of horny vengeful cops teach a hot and mouthy punk a lesson he won't soon forget in this story by Don.

Taking JD
by Don

We watched JD turn off of Radar street onto the dirt road in his beater of a pick-up truck. We'd been waiting for him. He took the dirt fast like he always did. My partner Doug stayed far enough behind so the blind turns and trees kept our patrol car hidden in his rear view mirror.

We were quickly approaching the spot we'd pick out, a stretch of road in between the last, lonely house and the next lonely house that spanned for a good long mile. That was where we would pull him over. Revving the engine, Doug pulled forward fast. I saw JD glance up in the rear view mirror. I think I even saw him roll his eyes. Without blaring the sirens, we switched on the blue lights which flashed against the wire fence on one side where old man Jim's cows were standing miserable in the heat and against the endless wall of trees on the other, lighting the early evening.

For a moment, I didn't think JD would pull over. I thought maybe he'd keep going until he came to the next house or the next road. Either choice would have ruined our whole plan. But he didn't. Instead, he pulled that beater trucker up onto the shoulder of the road and we pulled up behind him. The engines hummed into silence and the dirt road was quiet until I opened my door and my boots hit the gravel, my uniform clinging to my body in the humid air.

JD had his window down. I could see the back of his red-neck and a puff of smoke fading into the heat. The scent of the marijuana was strong. I walked to the passenger side of the truck while Doug approached the driver’s side window.

“What’s up,” JD drawled. He leaned back in the seat like he was sitting on some throne. His muscular arm hung casually over the wheel and his his dark blue eyes sparkled, tauntingly. We’d had trouble with him before. This was the guy that had made all of us look like fools when we’d busted him and his buddies for drag racing up and down the strip in the center of town.

‘You don’t got nothing better to do,’ JD had said to us then. “Except sit around and try to bust someone for going five miles over the limit?’

The worst part was the way the people in the town agreed with him.

"Bunch of pussies" JD had said about us to a bunch of the guys down at the bar just yesterday.

“Step out of the vehicle,” Doug told him now.

JD looked at him, smirking. Then, shrugging his big shoulders, he pushed the door to his truck open and climbed out. Immediately, Doug reached for his arm and used it to guide the much bigger man into turning. I came around the other side of the truck as they cleared the bed of the truck and I took JD by the other arm as we walked him the few feet back to the patrol car.

“Hands on the hood of the car,” Doug told him.

“What’s your problem?” he asked. He cut his eyes at me.

“You heard him,” I told him as I pushed him forward. He caught himself against the patrol car and spread his hands flat on the hood.

JD was wearing a dusty white wife-beater shirt tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans. He smelled of sweat and his arms were muscled and tanned. But it was his back that got my cock stiff. He had one of those broad, strong backs and every time he breathed out, little lines of muscle stretched tighter to the fabric. And then fuck. His hips. Cutting at the denim like they were lasered from stone, his hips looked like they’d been made to grip onto. I looked lower, eyed the rest of his body over. Past his hips, inside the molded fit of the blue denim, his ass was tight, round and perfect.

“We heard you might have something on you,” Doug said.

JD laughed; it was a low, amused rumble. “Bullshit.”

Kicking at the inside of JD’s calves one at a time with the outside of his boot, Doug laughed himself. “Spread ‘em, you prick.”

“You ain’t got nothing to stop me for.” he argued but slowly widened his stance.

“Shut your mouth, boy.” Standing behind JD, Doug reached out, and started patting down him, like he was looking for something. I could tell Doug was enjoying himself. He went down JD’s sides slowly, pulling the white tee shirt tighter beneath his palms as they dragged lower, showing off JD's definition. At his hips, Doug's fingers spread wide like he was measuring then, crouching lower, he ran his hands down the outsides of JD’s legs. He was exploring him, eyeing him down as he went down, and then, as his hands moved up along the insides of his calves, his eyes rose up too. The sight of Doug’s hands moving slow up the insides of JD's thighs and then up and over the round, smooth curves of his ass made my mouth go dry.

“Fucking queer.” JD shifted a fraction. Most guys would be getting a little anxious at this point but not JD. His deep drawl was taunting and arrogant. “You getting off or something?” JD started to lift his hands from the car.

“Shut-up!” ordered Doug, reaching around his side and tugging at his hip with one hand. He talked up into his ear. “Listen to me, fucker. You do what we say or we’re hauling you in.” He shifted his eyes to me. “You believe this asshole, Jase?”

“Hauling me in for what? I ain’t done nothing.”

Rounding his waist with his other hand to make his point clear and show him who had the power, Doug palmed over the bulge between JD’s thighs. I heard JD grunt in surprise and, watching Doug press down and hitch his palm hard up on JD’s cock, my fucking dick started to throb.

“For the fucking pound of pot I’m going to put in your truck.” Doug whispered.

I rounded the patrol car to get a better look at him. JD’s blue eyes were wide, the huge width of his chest expanded. His confidence had made me forget how young he really was. He was maybe twenty, maybe twenty-one. The stubble on his jaw was almost still that kind of baby fuzz.

JD looked at me. “What the fuck do you want, old man?”

It was Doug who answered. “Oh you know. How us 'pussies' are.” He spread his palm wider between JD’s legs and rubbed up and down at his dick. “I’m just copping a feel. You be quiet. Otherwise. You’ve got trouble.”

Stepping forward so the jut of his cock grazed JD’s ass, I watched Doug tug him back by his hip again. Then with his one hand still spread over JD’s bulge, Doug's other hand rose too to pull the hem of the tee shirt up from where it was tucked. I could hear Doug’s breathing and, thinking about what JD’s body must have felt like, I got even harder.

“Whatever,” JD said but I could hear confusion mixing in with all of that smug arrogance now.

I stood there there, swatting mosquitoes aside, watching while Doug slid his hands up and down JD’s body. Across the road, in the field, the cows were starting their slow, plodding trek to the watering hole.

Moaning out low, with a sudden jerk, Doug arched back before he hitched forward again. Pulling JD’s hip for leverage, he ground forward, rubbing his uniformed dick up against JD’s ass with a short, rough shove.

“Oh shit. Really? You done?” JD sneered as he pushed forward to make space between them.

“Fuck. No,” Doug told him. “I’m just getting started.”

Lifting his hand from where he’d had it pressed to JD’s bulge, Doug worked his fingers on JD’s belt. The heavy buckle swung loose in the air, parted over JD’s hips as Doug started fumbling for the button of his jeans.

“You sure you’re not a fag?” Doug whispered into JD's ear, his words breathless because he was so turned on now. Every once in awhile his hips twitched, almost like the short, rough grinds he pushed against JD’s ass were involuntary. “You feel like you’re kind of getting hard. Or maybe your cock is just so big it always feels like it’s hard?” With the button undone, he jerked the zipper down and the two halves of the jeans parted. Doug palmed one side down, forcing it lower, exposing the ridge of a hip and the tight stretch of muscle in his abdomen. On the other side, with his other hand, Doug did the same. But JD was so fucking ripped the denim snagged tight on the muscle right above his dick.

“We’re done,” JD said as he bucked forward. I stepped closer and lowered my hand to my gun-belt.

“Shut-up,” Doug told him.

“Doug,” I said. I nodded down the dirt road. We’d given the heads up to a few of our buddies who were out patrolling too. They were supposed to keep any cars from coming this way. But the churn of the dust and the hum of an engine meant someone was coming.

We waited on the side of the road to see who it was. With the way Doug and I were standing around JD, it would be impossible for them to see what was really going on. I was sure it couldn’t be anyone but old Jim, and he’d do nothing but nod to us before he kept going. I don’t think JD thought so though, because he was smirking, like he thought we were about to be busted.

When JD saw it was another patrol car that was pulling up, his smirk faded. I could see the tension go up into his shoulders.  

Parking their cruiser up behind ours, Danny and Billy opened their doors, and stepped out.

“Need back-up?” Danny, a big bruiser with a liking for anything that let him use his fists or his dick, gave us a grin. Billy was dumb as rocks, but he was a good kid; he did what we told him to do.

“I think we do, Danny,” I told him.

When I looked back at Doug, he was tugging JD’s shirt up. I stared as the shirt lifted, watched the long lines of JD’s body stretch tighter as his arms rose in a beautiful display of all of the definition in his shoulders, in his chest and his abdomen.

“Damn,” Danny said, voicing what we were all thinking.

To be honest, I’d never seen a more beautiful body. He was broad and thick and tight. Perfect. The bright glare of the sun slid across him like pouring water and every time he breathed another small part of his large body rose from the shallow of some small shadow, like the light wanted to expose more and more of him, wanted to show off all of him. Little dark hairs fuzzed up from the place where his jeans were riding low and I wanted to jerk his jeans down so badly, right there on the road. Doug’s hands couldn’t stop moving. Standing behind him, with his chest pressed to JD’s back and his dick pressed to JD’s ass, he looked like he was in some kind of feeding frenzy. Dragging his fingers across JD’s broad pecs, he pinched at his nipples, he pawed at his abdomen. He was smaller and shorter than JD and it looked like he was trying to fucking climb him.

Beneath the constant assault of his hands, I saw JD flinch and flinch again but those flinches were involuntary and everything in his eyes and his back stayed stoic.

“What the hell,” JD said again. He looked at me, glaring, but there was something else there too. Maybe he was thinking I could make Doug stop. Maybe he wanted me tell him this wasn’t really happening. But we just stood there, watching while Doug molested his body. A little at a time, Doug’s breaths hitched harder and again, he thrust his hips forward. “Alright. You got your feel. Fucking queer.” He arched forward trying to get space between himself and Doug. Insatiable, Doug pawed him back. JD’s chest flushed, streaked red under the constant clawing and groping.

“Fuck,” Danny said. I glanced over at him. He looked at me.

The plan had been to strip search him, embarrass him, and teach him a lesson. But we were all feeling the way Doug was feeling now. I could see where Danny’s dick jutted hard through his uniform. Danny looked at Billy. “You better call for back-up.”

My own cock was straining through my uniform too. I saw Doug drop one of his hands and I knew he was reaching for his cuffs. I wasn’t this kind of cop. Sure, maybe I got a little over excited sometimes but I paid my bills, I did my job. I had vanilla sex with a guy in the next town over, sometimes. But what I was thinking now, what I was seeing in Doug’s eyes, was crazy. I knew I should have stopped us all from going any further. But I had never been this hard before, ever.  

JD must have sensed something changing too because, jerking forward, he dragged himself out of Doug's hands. “You’re fucking nuts,” he said.

Reaching for one of those powerful arms, Doug slapped the cuffs on him. Immediately, JD swung around, like he was going to punch him. Maybe he thought Doug was the only one he really needed to watch out for, since all the rest of us had done this whole time was stand and watch. Whatever the reason, he turned and I reached for his other hand. I’d cuffed so many perps I knew how to make it smooth, even when someone was struggling.

And JD was struggling now. It didn’t matter. Big and strong as he was, he wasn’t any match for the four of us. Together, we pushed him towards the hood of the patrol car, turned him so his back was to it, and shoved him down. His back came hard against the hood with a clanging sound. He was struggling so hard he almost bucked right back up again, but with the four of us on him, we managed to drag him higher across the hood. On one side of him, Doug had a hold of one set of cuffs; on the other side, Danny had a hold of the other. Almost simultaneously, they snapped the free manacles closed over the sideview mirrors on both sides of the patrol car.

1 Comment

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   scotts60143 - January 4, 2016, 9:25 pm

   Great beginning!! Can’t wait to read more!