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booked.txt
                         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 sur-
prise, 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 attention. Usually.

    But as  most people  know, familiarity  breeds contempt,  which in
turn breeds complacency... a crime of which David was guilty as he ca-
reened 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 flash-
ing blue  lights on  top of  the Police Transit van, two male officers
sitting in the front.

    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 pro-
ceeded 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 re-
mained silent.  "May I  see your  licence and the vehicle registration
documents, please."

    David handed  them over  grudgingly, his gaze fixed on the police-
man'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, puzzled.

    "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-oper-
ative, aren't you, son?" he said, an evil leer on his face.

    David began to feel uneasy. "Sure. I'll do whatever you say."

    "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 po-
liceman 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 po-
licemen burning into him.

    "That's it,  son," said  the dark one. "Don't be shy." He was rub-
bing 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 surpris-
ingly 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 be-
fore?

    "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 sexu-
ally 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 fore-
skin 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 wank-
ing, 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 play-
ing 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 circumcision scar.

    "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
muskiness.

    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 be-
tween 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 dick-
head. 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 tongues intertwined.

    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 stimula-
tion 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 ejaculated.

    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...."