Wade, the Clumsy Cop

I put the final cup on the shelf. I sighed. I had washed all of the cups thoroughly, even though they were all clean before I started. As on most workdays, I was finding unnecessary tasks for myself. I sat on a stool and picked up my book. I didn’t have the most exciting of jobs. I worked at the Frothy Dog, a coffee shop in Geraldine, Alabama. The town was incredibly small, with about 900 inhabitants. The Frothy Dog was a tiny building alongside the 75, a state highway, making the building look even smaller. Some people stopped by here on their way to work, but after 9 AM it was rare for someone to come in.

My Dad had started the Frothy Dog before he had even met my Mom. Once they got married, she moved to Geraldine from Guntersville. She had also started working for the Frothy Dog, but was mainly responsible for the business side of things. I was almost always at the shop after school. My Dad died unexpectedly when I was 16. My Mom and I had kept it going to honor him and his legacy.  After all, the coffee shop was his life’s work. I remember being so motivated to keep working there and to make the Frothy Dog grow into something major. My Mom continued to work in the home office to take care of everything behind the scenes, while I was behind the counter almost every day.

I had known early on that college was not going to be an option for me. There simply wasn’t enough money. I had always been a bright kid, I was very eager to learn. But knowing what my future would look like, I started educating myself on business immediately after I graduated high school.

Now, it was a different story. I was 28 and had worked at the Frothy Dog for 12 years. I had really tried my hardest to have the company grow and get more people in, but my efforts had not been successful. And all that motivation from back then felt so far away now. And I just didn’t know if there was anything else in my future. I felt stuck. Stuck in Geraldine. Stuck at the Frothy Dog. I was still bookish, and keen on reading and educating myself on various topics, but by now there was no goal behind it.

I heard the sound of an engine and noticed a car park outside of the building from the corner of my eye. I checked the time and was shocked to see a customer at 11:16 AM. I put down my book on the counter. When I looked outside, I immediately recognized the police car. I smiled. Officers Monroe and Pinsker. Every now and then they would walk in for a coffee, a donut and a chat.

I had admired Wade Monroe from a young age. When I was coming into my sexuality as a teen, about twelve years ago, Wade had returned home from his time as a marine. Nobody knew exactly why he was let go, but the entire town had gossiped about it. His clean-cut look, the dimples when he smiled, and his muscular physique definitely peaked my interest. He was in his early or mid-30s at the time and was romanced by many a woman in Geraldine. Even though he stood about 5’7’’ (170 cm), there was a presence about him. And the marine uniform then had the same effect on the women (and on me) as the police uniform now, even though his hair had thinned and slowly receded. It also helped that he was one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. However, he was still single and I think he had always been.

Now that I had become older, and really grown into my sexuality, I became aware of Officer Monroe’s large ass. His behind had a shelf-like quality, standing out so far from the rest of his body. The seat of his uniform slacks was stretched to the limit as he walked. So, whenever he visited the coffee shop, it was always a highlight. Not just because he was such a nice guy, but to see him walk away made me drool without fail.

For a long time, he was the only police officer in the Geraldine department. With a town so small, there was hardly ever a need for police. Every now and then there would be a traffic accident. I remember one time a few years ago there was an attempted robbery at the FoodValU across the road. Officer Monroe had been on the scene so quickly after the store owner had instantly pressed an alarm button when the robber entered. When Wade had arrived silently by car and walked up to the store, the robber was just storming out, knocking the door right in the officer’s face. I remember seeing many people crowded across the road and went to check it out myself.

I remembered seeing Wade knocked out cold on the ground. There was something about seeing Wade, who had always come across so powerful and strong, lay there so vulnerable in his police uniform. The dichotomy was somehow fascinating to me. His face had looked so beautifully relaxed, unaware of what was going on. And I had only gotten more attracted to him since. The robber was captured by civilians minutes later.

That was the only incident I can remember in all the years I’ve lived here. So it was quite a surprise when Wade got a fellow officer to join him a few months ago. Damien Pinsker and his girlfriend had moved from Tennessee to Geraldine for reasons that were unclear to me. It seemed a bit random to move to such a small town where they had no family, but to be fair, I had never asked. Damien was in his late 20s or early 30s, my age or maybe slightly older. His brown hair was short and wavey. His large brown eyes always looked serious. There was an arrogance that exuded from him, his look, his posture, the way he spoke. He also had a muscular build, and the uniform looked great on him. He was taller than Wade at about 5’10’’ (178cm). However, when the two of them were in the same room, Damien could not keep my interest for very long.

Thanks to his many visits to the Frothy Dog, I had gotten to know Wade a little bit. And even though we were 16 years apart, I would love nothing more than to get to know him better.

The door opened and officers Monroe and Pinsker walked in.

“Good morning, officers!”, I said cheerfully, thankful that the boredom was shortly over with.

“Hey Randy!”

Wade had a large smile on his face. Damien gave me a nod and a “Hey”.

“How’s business today?”, Wade continued.

“Oh you know, there was an early morning rush, but it’s gone quiet.”

Damien looked at the pastries that I had on display as Wade and I talked.

“And what are you reading today?”

“Oh, it’s this book about genetics, it’s actually quite interesting.”

“That does sound fascinating. You’re so smart for keeping up with all that.”

I smiled awkwardly at his compliment as we kept eye contact for a second.

“Could I get a medium cappuccino and a glazed donut please?”, Damien piped up.

“Of course”, I replied, as I started with his coffee.

“A large flat white for officer Monroe?”, I asked.

I knew his coffee order by heart.

“Yes please. And a… oh, I’ll take the chocolate donut with sprinkles.”

I giggled. It made me smile that the buff policeman would order a donut with rainbow sprinkles on it. It showed a playful side to him.

Damien and Wade talked amongst themselves as I couldn’t hear them over the coffee machine. I got their coffee in to-go cups, as I knew they wouldn’t stay around. I put their cups on the counter and went to get their donuts. I saw them walk to the counter. There was a small station with lids and sugars where they continued their conversation. They were talking about work schedules. I put the first donut, Damien’s glazed one on a paper napkin as I heard the door open. I was surprised.

“Good morning”, I said, looking over to an unfamiliar face behind the two officers. He looked young, probably in his early 20s, which was all I really noticed along with blond curly hair and a grey hoodie. It wasn’t very often that a new person came in, I thought as I took the chocolate sprinkle donut, but sometimes people would just be driving through and stop for a drink and some food.

Just as I had put the second donut on a napkin, I saw an unusual movement in the corner of my eye, quickly followed by a clanging sound. I looked over and Officer Pinsker had dropped to the ground. Likely from the stranger’s hit with a baseball bat, which he was now aiming at Officer Monroe, who just looked down at his partner in confusion, still pouring a sugar into his coffee. Just as he was about to look behind him, the bat hit him right in the head as well. I saw Wade’s eyes cross as he immediately collapsed to the floor.

I froze. Everything happened very quickly, but at the same time it felt like time stood still. Even though hardly anything ever happened in Geraldine, it was now that I wished I had an alarm button. The young man bent down and came back up with a gun, stolen from one of the cops. He pointed it at me. In a reflex I put my hands up. I tried to calm down by telling myself he’d just want the money from the register and everything would be over.

“You!”, he said.

“…Yeah?”

“Is there a back room or something?”

“Yeah, back there”, I said as I tried to gesture to my left with my head.

“Good. You’re going to help me drag these cops in there.”

I stood still, surprised by what he was saying.

“Now!”

I came out from behind the counter, still holding my hands up, and saw the two officers unconscious on their backs. Wade had collapsed on top of his partner, his head resting on Damien’s stomach. It was an unusual sight to see two cops laid out like that, there was something so intimate about it. If I hadn’t been paralyzed by fear, I would have enjoyed the sight. The stranger bent down and now also got the gun from Wade’s belt. He now had both guns. He put one in the back of his jeans and continued to aim the other one at me.

“The short one first, get his legs.”

Wade’s feet were closest to me. I put my hands down. The stranger had clearly wanted me to drag Wade’s feet to the back room, which I did. I held on to his boots and walked backwards to the supply room. His arms dragged behind him over his head. His face looked just like it had that day at the FoodValU. His face and jaw were completely relaxed and his eyes were closed. I didn’t see any blood and hoped he would be OK. When I had dragged him all the way, I walked back to the stranger, who still stood next to Damien’s lifeless body.

“Now Pinsker.”

I dragged Damien out the same way and put him next to Wade. Once I had done that, I realized the stranger knew Damien’s last name. I wasn’t sure yet what that meant. Then again, they both had name tags on their uniforms. I looked at the two unconscious officers. The supply room wasn’t very large, so their bodies and faces were close together. Pinsker’s right arm was over Monroe’s left. Both of their faces had that relaxed look.

“Get back here!”

I snapped out of it and walked back into the shop.

“Close the shop. Lock the door. Turn off the lights.”

I did as the stranger told me. He kept a close eye on me so I wouldn’t try to escape. Then he gestured his gun to the supply room, making it clear he wanted me back there.

He ordered me to cuff each officer to the radiator with their own handcuffs.

“That one first”, he said as he pointed to Pinsker.

I sat Damien up against the radiator, his head lolling from side to side and eventually falling back. I took the handcuffs from his belt and eventually managed to cuff him. I did the same to Wade, and noticed that his head had fallen on Damien’s shoulder while they sat cuffed, side by side.

The stranger chuckled.

“Good job. Now you sit here.”

He wanted me to sit on the floor with my back to a supply closet in the middle of the room. I sat down. I was only about three feet away from the officers. The stranger started tying my hands to the closet with tape he had found in my own supply room. I allowed him to tie me up, because I didn’t even want to know what would happen if I resisted.

Just as my hands were firmly tied behind my back, Officer Pinsker started waking up, moaning a little bit.

“Wha-… Where am I?”

He looked at the stranger and I saw an expression of recognition.

“Louis Todd? How did you find me?”

Damien was trying to break free as he spoke, with Wade’s limp head still on his shoulder, moving around.

“You thought I was going to let you get away with this?”

Damien looked angry, but he wasn’t able to break free. He didn’t reply.

Wade was still completely out of it. Damien elbowed him in the side to wake him up, which worked after a while.

“What? What’s happening?”

Wade blinked a few times, looking around. He saw me. He looked scared, not like I know him.

“Well, well, well… Welcome back from Dreamland, officer”, Louis said.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

I was wondering the same thing, but hadn’t dared to ask.

“It figures that your buddy Pinsker here didn’t tell you about me.”

“His name is Louis Todd”, Damien said.

“Now you’re just going to keep your mouth shut for a while”, Louis said as he took the roll of tape that he still had nearby and taped Damien’s mouth shut as he squatted down.

Damien made some muffled sounds but soon quieted down.

“You see, Officer Pinsker and I have a bit of history”, Louis said as he started unbuttoning Damien’s shirt. Wade and I looked on in silence.

“We met in Knoxville not too long ago. You pulled me over, remember?”

Damien looked at Louis very angrily and started breathing heavily as his hairy chest was revealed one button at a time.

“What was it that you pulled me over for again?”

Damien said nothing. Another button was peeled open.

“Oh that’s right. There was no reason. Except for maybe my pride flag bumper sticker.”

There was a lot of information to digest in a short amount of time. Maybe Louis was the reason Damien had moved away from Tennessee? Slightly panicked, I looked away from Damien being forcefully undressed. I looked at Wade, who seemed to bite his lip. He didn’t seem to be able to look away, and even kind of enjoy it. His hands tied behind his back, his legs slowly opening. All the while, Louis continued to talk about the traffic stop in Knoxville, which seemed to incriminate Damien.

“After looking at my license and registration, you told me my bumper sticker was offensive. I asked you why you thought so. It offends people of faith, you said. You argued that men of faith would feel unsafe near me. Because I could pounce on them at any time. I said I found that remark offensive and I would never do such a thing.”

By now Damien’s shirt had come all the way off, exposing his muscular shoulders and biceps. His shirt fell down to where his arms were tied. Louis played with Damien’s chest and nipples, only making him angrier. He then stroked Damien’s abs. His hands were slowly going down to the trousers.

“Louis!”, I heard myself say.

He stopped and looked my way. Everyone did.

“Yes, barista guy?”

“I… I’m on your side here”, I started, “but don’t you think you’re proving Officer Pinsker’s point like this?”

“Oh, you just wait until I finish the story.”

Louis turned back to Damien and opened his belt and then his trousers.

“Because it didn’t end there, did it?”

Damien was only grunting. Only now I saw a look of guilt on his face.

“You grabbed your cock through your pants and said that you didn’t believe I would pass you up. Because you considered yourself such a nice slice of beef. But what did I say? I said no, didn’t I?”

Louis was fishing Damien’s cock out of his grey underwear and flopped it around between two fingers. It wasn’t a very large cock amidst a full brown bush and the officer seemed mortified. Louis tried to jack Damien off, but his cock wasn’t responding.

“And after I kept refusing, you arrested me. Your sensitive little ego was crushed. I resisted and you manhandled me. I had bruises everywhere. You cuffed me and gave me a pat-down, which to me seemed like it took too long, I’m not going to lie.”

Louis had stopped trying to jack the officer off. Damien looked defeated and exhausted. He looked up to his captor in shame.

“Then you put me in the police car. As we drove away I said that I had a recording of the arrest on my phone. You wanted to go back to my car to delete it, but it was too late. It was already in the cloud, I said. One phone call to a friend and someone would get to it.”

“And to my surprise, you let me go. You took me out of the car, uncuffed me, and let me walk back to my car. I told you I was going to file a complaint, just as you drove off. And I was going to. But when I got to the station, you had already resigned. I just had to find you, because I couldn’t let you get away with this. And I just had to tell you something, officer. There was never a recording.”

Damien got an angry look on his face, but he didn’t move or make a sound. Even though I could see why Louis wanted to get revenge on Damien, this certainly wasn’t the way to go about it.

Louis backed away. “And look at you now. All exposed, pants at your ankles. Your tiny little dick on display. Not much of a man at all. Seeing that cock of yours, I’m even more inclined to pass you up.”

He then turned to Wade. “Your fellow officer here, though… He’s quite the dish.”

Wade was trying to get Louis to back off.

“Oh, please, don’t… I…”

But something about his words seemed insincere. I noticed the bulge in his trousers had gotten bigger than before. Could it be that Wade was… gay? And hot for his partner?

“Come on now, I saw you looking.”

Louis stroked Wade’s face and felt up his biceps and chest through his uniform.

“Wow”, was the response.

Wade smiled nervously.

“Thanks.”

“Oh, you’ll thank me.”

Louis then started opening Wade’s shirt and his muscular physique was exposed, completely shaven smooth. Louis continued to mumble words of approval as he touched every muscle. Wade didn’t struggle like Damien did and let everything happen, even moaning every now and again. His large nipples became hard and pointy and something was moving in the crotch of his pants. Damien looked on in worry, his mouth still taped.

Wade looked down at his body being felt up but suddenly looked right at me. As we had eye contact I noticed I was getting aroused. Wade seemed perfectly OK with this situation and bit his lip again as he looked at me. The uniform pants were about to be opened and I angled my head so I could see. Tight, white briefs became visible, with a wet spot near the waistband. Louis wasted no time and pulled the underwear down. Wade’s crotch was completely shaven smooth and his cock was also on the small side. From the relatively large head a strand of precum stuck to the smooth skin of his pubic region.

Now Wade was full-on moaning as Louis jacked him off.

“Oh, yeah… Hmmm!!”

It only took 4 or 5 strokes and Wade came all over his beautiful abs as he yelped in a high pitch.

“Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!”

Thick white cum coated his belly and even reached his chest.

“Well… that’s a little embarrassing for you”, Louis said mockingly, “you barely lasted ten seconds.”

Wade now also looked embarrassed. He looked back at me, but then quickly looked down again, watching the cum dribble down his stomach.

Louis stood up and looked down at the officers.

“You are both absolutely pitiful”, he said.

He grabbed both of the officers’ heads and violently banged them together. I gasped, it was so unexpected.

Louis stepped back and I saw the two men leaning into each other, both unconscious again. Their mouths open and their eyes closed. Again, Wade’s head rested on Damien’s shoulder. Only this time their shirts were buttoned down and their pants to their ankles. They both looked so exposed and vulnerable. I heard the fake shutter sound from a phone as I noticed Louis taking photos.

“Isn’t it cute? It looks like they fell asleep cuddling after having sex together.”

I couldn’t lie, I was incredibly aroused watching what unfolded in front of me. I took it all in and continued to watch the officers. I noticed Louis was getting his stuff together, taking the baseball bat, but leaving the officers’ guns.

“When they wake up, you can tell them I have photos. If they dare to look for me, they will be posted online.”

Louis left the room. I heard him try to unlock the front door and after a while he succeeded. As the door closed, I felt like I could finally breathe. I managed to untie myself. With the officers still unconscious, I took out my phone and took a picture just for me. Then I started looking for the key for their handcuffs and tried to wake them up.

To be continued…