Caught By The Fuzz
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CAUGHT BY THE FUZZ
David loved to drive. Sometimes he would spend hours
behind the wheel of his gleaming red sports car, heading
nowhere in particular, just enjoying the feel of the wind
in his face and revelling in the power of the engine
under the bonnet.
He loved speed. Even as a learner, his Driving School
teacher had ordered him to slow down. "You're going to
get your licence taken off you one day, if you aren't
careful," he was told. Not that it had much effect.
He passed his driving test first time, much to his
teacher's surprise, and with his newly-achieved status as
a fully-fledged driver there was little stopping him, or
his lust for speed.
Even now as he whizzed down the lonely country lane,
the needle on the speedo was just topping 70mph, not that
he was too worried about being stopped by the police.
This road was relatively quiet due to the new by-pass
which had recently been completed, and being out in the
wilds somewhat, it usually did not merit police
But as most people know, familiarity breeds contempt,
which in turn breeds complacency... a crime of which
David was guilty as he careered around a particularly
tight corner, almost losing control of the wheel as his
tyres skidded on the black asphalt of the road. Righting
the car, he just glimpsed something large, white and
menacing down a side track almost hidden by the trees.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, as the sound of the two-tone
siren began it's high pitched wailing. Through his mirror
he could see the flashing blue lights on top of the
Police Transit van, two male officers sitting in the
Resigning himself to his fate, David pulled over to
the side of the road and waited for the Transit to stop
behind him. Through the rear-view mirror he watched as
the driver of the van got out and proceeded to walk
purposefully towards his stationery vehicle. The cop
looked a big guy, six foot at least and powerfully built
by the look of it.
The policeman stopped by the window of David's car,
and pulling out his little black notebook, began
scribbling some details down. "In a hurry were we, sir?"
the cop muttered condescendingly. David remained silent.
"May I see your licence and the vehicle registration
David handed them over grudgingly, his gaze fixed on
the policeman's steely blue eyes. The cop wasn't all
that bad looking, David thought to himself. A bit heavily
macho, with hard rugged features and a bushy black
moustache, but not bad at all.
"Are you aware you were doing over 70 miles per hour
on a 50 mile per hour road, sir?" he asked, scribbling
more details down in his little black book.
David grunted. "Yes, I'm sorry," he replied. "I got
a bit carried away. It's a new car, you see."
The cop shook his head and tutted. "No excuse for
breaking the law, son." It appeared he had decided David
was not a sir any more, but a son. Arrogant twat, David
thought. "The fixed penalty in this area is 24 quid," the
cop went on, a sadistic tone in his voice. "How do you
feel about having to pay that?"
David smiled, sweetly. "I'd prefer not to,
obviously," he said.
The policeman grinned menacingly. "I'll bet you
would," he said, scratching his ear with his pencil. "I
suppose we can always give you an oral warning."
"Don't you mean a verbal warning?" David asked,
"I know what I mean," the cop muttered, removing his
flat police cap. As if it was some kind of signal the
other cop clambered out of the Transit. "Need any help,
Jeff?" he called out to the cop standing beside David's
car as he strolled over. He wasn't wearing his peaked cap
either, but unlike the first officer this one was blonde
and fresh-faced, much younger than his dark partner.
The cop called Jeff shook his head. "I think our
friend's co-operative, aren't you, son?" he said, an evil
leer on his face.
David began to feel uneasy. "Sure. I'll do whatever
"Then why not step out of your vehicle and accompany
us to the van."
"Am I under arrest then?" David asked, climbing
sheepishly out of the driving seat.
The two cops smiled and exchanged a knowing look.
"Not if you play ball," the dark one grinned. He must
have been in his early thirties, a good ten years older
than his blonde pal.
Together the three of them walked to where the
Transit was parked, David between the two policemen.
Something seemed strangely wrong, and suspicion was
making David unsure if he was doing the right thing by
"playing ball". In truth, he'd always had something of a
fetish for men in uniforms ever since he was an
adolescent, but he'd never had the opportunity to indulge
his wild fantasies.
When they reached the Transit the young blonde cop
opened the back doors, and David was ushered in. As he
climbed up, the tall dark policeman helped him up, his
hand brushing across David's arse. The two cops climbed
in after him and pulled the doors shut. They sat on one
side of the van staring across at him, both smiling.
"Now what shall we do?" the dark, macho one said.
"I know," offered the blonde one. "Why doesn't our
pal here give us a show? A strip show!"
David almost fell off his seat. "Wait a minute," he
said. "I'm not doing a strip for nobody!"
The dark cop's eyes narrowed. "Not even if it means
saving your skin from an assault charge?"
"Assault?" David gasped. "What bloody assault?"
"Don't you remember how you tried to kick the shit
out of me when I pulled you over for speeding?" the cop
said. "Mark here remembers because he had to help me
subdue you. That's how you got your bruises."
"I don't have any bruises."
The young blonde cop smiled. "It can be arranged."
"So how about it, son?" his partner asked. "Why not
take your clothes off like a good 'un, and then we can
let you go on your way without any further hassle."
Reluctantly, David agreed. With his eyes fixed firmly
on the floor he took off his shoes and socks, tucking the
socks neatly inside the shoes and then laying the shoes
to one side.
"Just like Mummy taught him," the dark cop laughed.
David shot him a nasty look. Feeling extremely
self-conscious, David unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He
had a good body, and in normal circumstances he wasn't
ashamed of showing it off. On the beach he would strut
about wearing the skimpiest of trunks, his chest and
stomach rippling with muscle and his crotch bulging
impressively. But as he pulled off his shirt in the back
of the van, he could feel the eyes of the two policemen
burning into him.
"That's it, son," said the dark one. "Don't be shy."
He was rubbing his left hand between his legs as he
spoke. "My name's Jeff, and Goldilocks here is Mark. No
need to stand on ceremony is there?"
David's throat had gone very dry and he seemed unable
to swallow. Plucking up courage he stood up, which wasn't
easy in the cramped rear of the Transit, and hunched over
like Quasimodo he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down
to his ankles. Kicking them off, he slipped his briefs
down as well and sat down again, naked.
"Now that's better, isn't it?" Jeff asked, as though
David were a child. "And we wouldn't want you to feel
like the odd one out, would we, Mark?"
The blonde shook his head. "No way," he answered,
unzipping his trousers. As David watched the young
policeman took off his dark blue trousers and removed his
underpants. His cock was large, although quite slim,
uncircumcised and fully erect. The bulbous head was wet
and shiny, and the bed of pubic curls between his legs
was surprisingly fair.
"Ever sucked cock?" Jeff asked David, as he proceeded
to take off his own pants. David saw no point in lying.
It was obvious they were going to make him suck them off,
so why pretend he hadn't done it before?
"Yes," he replied. He could feel his own prick
beginning to throb, something which he hadn't expected to
happen. He was about to be sexually assaulted and he was
getting a hard-on! He had a big cock, a full eight inches
when hard, uncut and juicy. When he turned on his
foreskin rolled back so fast it was a delight to watch.
Jeff stepped out of his trousers and underpants and
sat down on the seats on the other side of the van from
David. He splayed his legs wide open, exposing airy
muscular thighs and a dense bush of wiry dark curls in
his crotch, from which hung his large heavy balls. His
dick was circumcised and sleek, and stood out erect from
his groin, arching slightly to the right... perhaps as a
result of too much wanking as a kid.
"Okay, son," he said holding his cock by the shaft
and stroking it. "Time for a bit of cock-sucking, don't
you think, Mark?"
The younger copper, who was sitting next to Jeff and
slowly wanking, gave a big stupid grin and lowered his
head to his pal's lap. David watched totally fascinated
as Mark took Jeff's cock in his mouth without hesitation,
sliding his sensuous full lips up and down the shaft as
Jeff stroked the young guy's short blonde locks.
David was unable to tear his eyes from the blatant
display in front of him, and even as he watched he became
aware that he was playing with himself, something he'd
started to do without any thought. He was getting as
horny as the two policemen obviously were, the sight of
the two half-naked coppers engaging in oral sex making
his cock tingle with excitement.
Jeff touched Mark's neck, easing his head up so that
just the swollen pink cock-head was still between the
guy's lips. Mark ran his tongue around the rim of the
cock-head, tracing the line of the faint white
"Now I think it's time David earned his freedom,"
Jeff said, pulling Mark's head up and away from his
crotch. Jeff motioned to David, who fell onto his knees
on the floor in front of him. He took hold of Jeff's
penis, now wet with both Mark's saliva and the first
smears of pre-cum, and, lowering his head, he gobbled the
cock in one swoop, letting Jeff thrust it deep into his
throat. He could taste the copper's semen, salty and
slightly bitter, and with his face buried in Jeff's pubic
hair he could smell the heady, overpowering scent of
He drew his mouth back and forth along the thick
shaft, taking the cock so deep he almost gagged before
drawing it out until just the very tip was still between
his lips. He repeated this for a while, loving the feel
of another man's hard prick in his mouth, the soft gentle
moaning which was coming from Jeff seeming like music to
his ears and spurring him on.
He had his eyes closed, and in the cool darkness of
the van he felt the warmth of a hand between his legs and
knew it must be Mark. He was being manoeuvred so that the
lower half of his body was twisted sideways, his bare
arse on the van floor and his legs outstretched. A moment
later he felt the exquisite wet sensation of Mark's mouth
between his legs.
The young cop was licking the inside of his thighs,
working up to his balls. He closed off his mind, so
powerful was the urge to shoot his load instantly, and
concentrated on sucking Jeff's hot throbbing manhood.
David ran his tongue along the thick vein on the
underside of Jeff's cock, starting at the root and
working up to the bulbous dickhead. He squeezed the head
gently so that the small piss-hole at the tip opened,
and, using his eager tongue, he licked at the semen which
was seeping out.
David stopped for a moment, gasping as he felt Mark
take his prick into his mouth. The cop was obviously an
expert when it came to giving a blow-job, and David was
so aroused by the unexpected 'session' that he was very
close to his climax.
So, apparently, was Jeff. His hips gyrated slightly
as David sucked at his cock, and his scrotum seemed tight
and full. Suddenly he grabbed David's hair, yanked his
head back so that his cock slipped out of David's mouth,
and hunched over David, he grabbed his cock and began
wanking furiously. A gob of thick white cum spurted
powerfully from the cop's dick, splattering in David's
face and running down the bridge of his nose and cheeks.
More and more spunk shot forth, until David was drenched
in the warm milky juice.
When he'd finished, Jeff released the fistful of hair
he had and sat down on the seat again. He motioned to
Mark, who was merrily chomping on David's fat rod, and
the young cop stopped, knelt before David and proceeded
to lick the dripping cum from his face. David took hold
of Mark's prick and wanked it as the cop licked him
clean. As a last gesture, Mark licked the last of the cum
from David's chin, then slipped his tongue into David's
mouth and kissed him. David tasted Jeff's cum as their
Encouraged by Jeff, David and Mark assumed a 69
position, David on his back on the van floor with Mark
above him. Mark had David's cock in his mouth in an
instant, sucking eagerly on the sticky organ. David took
the cop's erection between his lips, repeating the
actions which had brought Jeff off so quickly. He was
surprised that, although the two cocks tasted the same,
they were somehow subtly different.
As he sucked Mark off, David reached up to caress
Mark's buttocks. From his horizontal position, he could
see that Jeff was fingering Mark's arsehole, and he knew
that cock-sucking and good anal stimulation together are
guaranteed to have a guy coming in no time.
Mark was close, very close to shooting his load, but
then so was he! He could see the way the cop's bodily
instincts had taken over his gyrations. He was moving
rhythmically, but without being aware of it, and as he
swayed left and right David felt his shaft twitch and
rise, growing even harder if it was at all possible. Mark
He was thrusting and pushing, causing his cock to
plunge deeper down David's throat. David gagged, but Mark
never let up. Spunk shot from Mark's penis and David felt
his mouth fill with cum. He swallowed it, gulping down
the juice quickly in an effort to stem the tide which was
spurting down his throat. At the same time he felt his
own climax building, and he too ejaculated, the young
blonde cop drinking up the tasty warm fluid.
They sucked each other dry, Mark's hot cock growing
limp in David's mouth and Mark releasing David's prick
from his. Then they sagged back, exhausted by the sheer
force of the passion they'd just indulged in.
The two cops dressed quickly and in complete silence,
buttoning up their tunics as though nothing had happened.
"Come on, son, get dressed," Jeff said. "Unless you want
to come back to the station with us."
David scrambled for his clothing and dressed faster
than he ever had in his life before. Jeff opened the
van's rear door and almost threw him out. "Make sure you
stick to the speed limit next time, okay?" he said,
turning his back on David and walking to the front of the
van. He opened the driver's door and climbed in.
David looked at Mark, who smiled. "So what happens
now?" he asked. "Do I expect a visit from the law at
home?" Mark laughed. "Are you joking?" he grinned. David
suddenly realised just how handsome the young cop was.
"This is the end of the matter."
He put his peaked cap on his head and turned to
leave. Then he stopped, and, looking over his shoulder,
he winked at David knowingly. "Of course, I do have your
address from your licence...."