Pounded By The Police (M/m/M Rough Cop Encounter)
Andy is in deep, deep trouble. He's been caught speeding and pulled over by two big, burly male cops...and they have no intention of letting him off lightly! They decide to give the hot young twink a choice – they can take him to jail, or they can take him on a rough roadside encounter that he'll never forget! More
Andy is in deep, deep trouble. He's been caught speeding and pulled over by two big, burly male cops...and they have no intention of letting him off lightly! They decide to give the hot young twink a choice – they can take him to jail, or they can take him on a rough roadside encounter that he'll never forget!
Warning: This 6700+ word story contains explicit dirty talk, oral sex, anal sex and a rough threesome between a younger man and two dominant cops. For adults only!
Andy's mouth fell open in shock as the big man emerged from his car. Tweezed between the cop's thick fingers was a small, clear plastic packet filled with white powder. This was getting worse every minute. The big cop had to have planted drugs in his car to set him up, but why? He began to shake his head in disbelief, feeling the heavy weight of both men's accusing stares. “No. No, that's....that's not...”
“Looks like you're in some serious trouble here, son,” the goateed one said, folding his arms across his chest and staring Andy down.
“Please, come on, that isn't mine, you know it's not mine! It wasn't there before!” Andy protested.
The blue eyed cop lowered the packet with a glare, taking a menacing step towards him. “I don't like your tone. You're not throwing accusations out there now, are you?”
Andy took a nervous couple of steps backwards, until his back was pressed against the side of his car. It wouldn't be wise to piss these men off, whatever it was they had planned. “No...no...it's just...whatever's in that bag, it isn't mine. Please, you have to believe me!”
The cop with the goatee placed a firm hand on his shoulder, and Andy suddenly found himself being spun around and shoved up against his car. His hands were roughly pulled behind his back, and to his horror, he felt the cold press of handcuffs slipping around each wrist. He began to protest, but the cop cut him off as he started to read him his rights. He was being arrested!
“...if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you,” the cop finished.
“Please! You can't do this!” Andy cried, as he was hauled away from the car. The two cops ignored him, each grabbing one of his shoulders, and he found himself being pushed, stumbling towards their cruiser. His mind whirled. One minute he'd been driving home, his only concern being what to make for a late dinner. Now, he was being manhandled towards the back of a cop car, facing serious drug charges. He could feel his heartbeat pounding rapidly in his ears, making him feel light-headed and panicked.
The three of them reached the car, and then to Andy's surprise, the cops lead him around to the opposite side, so that they were partially shielded from the road. He was shoved roughly forwards, grunting as his chest collided with the side of the police car. The cops let go of his shoulders, and Andy turned to face them both, bewildered. Both men were staring intently at him, but there seemed to be a trace of a smile on the goateed one's lips. Andy found that worried him more than the serious expression he'd been wearing earlier.
“With possession, you're looking at maybe a year, minimum. For intent to sell...well, that's at least two for a first offence. Awful lot of time, either way, for a soft kid like you,” Goatee said.
“Please, you can't-” Andy began, horrified.
“Of course, supposing my partner here accidentally misplaced the incriminating evidence, well then,” he paused, eyeing Andy deliberately before continuing. “We could go back to talking about you speeding, maybe even let you off with just a warning.”
Andy was stunned. “You...you'd do that?”
“Well, that all depends,” Goatee told him.
“On what?” Andy asked.
“On what a good little cocksucker you are.”