Officer Hayden Beckett sat in the passenger seat of the unmarked Ford Explorer as they made their way to the deep, rural westside of Jacksonville. Detective Harry Sullivan sat behind the steering wheel and continued his lecture.
“So, we don’t know if Milo Maddox has anything to do with these disappearances,” Sullivan droned on. “Let’s get him talking and see if he implicates himself.”
Yeah, no shit, old man! Hayden thought as he looked at the pine trees rolling past them and tried not to tell the more senior police officer to shut the fuck up and that this was not his first rodeo!
Sullivan looked over at the younger officer. “Hayden, have you heard a word I said?”
Hayden looked from the passenger window to Detective Sullivan, nodded and smiled, “Every word, Harry. Just getting my game face on.”
Harry Sullivan held his gaze for a moment and looked back to the road. He was not buying what this cocky, young officer was selling.
Fucking dinosaur! Hayden thought and looked back to the window.
Hayden Beckett was a twenty-four-year-old police officer with the Jacksonville Police Department. He had been with the agency for a little over three years and was doing his best to secure a promotion to the Detective Division. He was one of three finalists for the one open detective slot. All three candidates were in the final days of a three-week work-a-long with senior detectives. Once the three-week period was over, the evaluating detectives would sit down, compare notes and make their recommendation to the brass on who should be awarded the coveted assignment as a detective.
Hayden knew he was obviously the best candidate, but being saddled with this relic was holding back his greatness. In fact, Hayden was sure this geriatric was jealous of his energy, his ability and his prowess.
Harry Sullivan was a thirty-year veteran detective and getting close to retirement, but he was not lazy or resting on his laurels. He was one of the best – if not the best – detectives in the agency. He had a canny way of reading people, and he did not think much of Hayden. At first, he chalked it up to him being so much older than the young officer, but as time passed, he determined that Hayden Beckett was an arrogant prick. Classic little man’s syndrome. He thought he was better than everyone around him, could not be taught anything because he already knew everything and talked so much shit it was borderline intolerable. At the rate he was going, Harry assumed, unless Hayden blew him away these last few days, he was going to recommend against the young officer’s promotion to detective.
Harry glanced at the GPS app on his phone, slowed the unmarked SUV and turned right onto an unpaved road leading toa doublewide trailer deep in the woods. In this secluded modular home lived a man named Milo Maddox. Harry was currently the lead detective on a string of disappearance of young men. Foul play was not suspected, yet, but seven men, ranging from twenty to thirty-one had disappeared without a trace over the past year. Not a lot to get worked up about, because adults do sometimes move without forwarding address, but there were similarities that caught his attention.
All worked in real estate, all were single and all went off the grid in the blink of an eye. The Detective Division’s brass was not in a panic, but they saw a little smoke, and they put their best and most veteran detective on it to see if there were some flames. He had found very little in the way of evidence proving that something nefarious had happen to these men, but he did get a bit of intelligence from a long-time confidential informant.
The CI had told Harry that the word on the street was that two of the missing men were last seen showing a home for sale to a guy nicknamed “M&M”. A check through the database showed that Milo Maddox was once referred to as M&M. Twelve years ago, he had been arrested for sending inappropriate, sexually explicit texts to an underage boy. The kid was sixteen at the time and nothing other than the texts were exchanged. Milo had plead the felony charge down to a misdemeanor, was placed on probation for a year and had to register as a sexual offender. Since that time, Milo Maddox had kept to himself, stayed off law enforcement’s radar and apparently never moved from this large plot of land that he inherited from his parents ages ago. A check with JPD’s Offender Tracking Unit – the unit that met with all registered sexual offenders and predators monthly – told Harry that Milo was a model citizen. Never gave any of their detectives an iota of problem and was always available to meet. Milo was a Tracking Unit detective’s dream assignment. The man never gave the detectives an issues. In fact, the detective that Harry had talked to said that Milo had mentioned that he still liked his boys young, but made sure all his hook ups were at least eighteen. Even claimed to check ID’s!
Harry stopped the Explorer before the thick trees gave way to the open area surrounding the trailer. He put the SUV in park and turn off the engine. He looked at his young charge and said, “Hayden, this could be nothing. We’re here literally because Mr. Maddox is the only person we know of in Northeast Florida that has used the nickname M&M.”
Hayden got out of the Explorer, closed the door and said to the veteran detective, “Harry, you just stand by and watch me work my magic. If this perv had anything to do with these disappearances, I’ll have him singing within twenty minutes.”
The diminutive officer started walking toward the old trailer, but Harry just watched him for a few seconds.
Without ever looking back at Harry Sullivan, Hayden said, “Come on, Harry. Watch me put on a clinic and embarrass this clown!”
Harry shook his head and followed the young officer. He quickly caught up with Hayden and ensured they were distanced more than six feet apart in case they came under fire from the trailer. But they were able to approach the structure without any issues. An old, late 80’s model Oldsmobile Delta 88 sat in front of the trailer. Harry glanced at the plate and saw it was the car that was registered to Maddox.
The stairs to the front door were narrow and could afford only one of the police officers to stand on it safely. Haydenensured he was the one to go up the steps and knock on the door. Harry took a position at the bottom of the four stairs and off to the left of the door. After thirty seconds of no activity, Hayden knocked loudly on the door again and said in a loud voice, “Jacksonville Police! Open the door!”
After several more seconds of nothing, Hayden raised his fist to bang on the door again when he heard movement inside. A second later the door opened and revealed an overweight, middle-aged man with thinning blonde hair wearing a dirty Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt, wrinkled baggy cargo shorts and no shoes.
“Mr. Milo Maddox?” Hayden asked while showing his badge, even though he knew this was the man they were looking for. “I’m Detective Hayden Beckett and this is Detective Harry Sullivan of the Jacksonville Police Department.”
Milo looked Hayden up and down slowly and smiled. He glanced at Harry but then looked at Hayden again intently. “Well, hello detectives. Good morning to you both. You aren’t the usual guy from Offender Tracking who likes to visit me once a month.”
The look Milo was giving Hayden made the young officer take an unknowing step back. This fat slob was undressing him with his eyes and not even trying to conceal it! Hayden knew that he was a good looking guy, a little slight at 5’8”, but incredibly attractive with short brown hair, a tanned complexion, an athletic physique and sporting his best navy blue suit and tie. His height had never impeded his ability to pick up women, but this guy was giving Hayden the creeps.
Feeling heat in his ears and cheeks starting to grow, Hayden tried to get this back on track and said, “We’re not with the Offender Tracking Unit, Mr. Maddox. We’re with the Detective Division, and we’re investigating a case that we’d like to talk with you about. Mind if we come in?”
Milo’s smile widened. “Your cute little ass can most definitely step inside my home.”
Milo stepped back and made a sweeping gesture with his right arm. Hayden noticeably hesitated, but when Harry cleared his throat audibly, he slowly stepped inside the trailer. Harry quickly followed in the young officer and swept the living room for threats. He looked at Hayden and saw the kid was just staring at Maddox.
To break Hayden out of his trance, Harry said, “Mr. Maddox, do you mind if we have a look around?”
Milo shrugged. “Be my guess, gentleman. Mi casa su casa.”
The two detectives checked all the rooms in the trailer, saw nothing dangerous or in plain view and returned to the living room. The entire trailer was cluttered, not filthy, but definitely needed a spring cleaning.
“What can I do for Jacksonville’s finest today, gentlemen?” Milo asked happily. “I’d love to help you out, Detective Beckett. I’d take special care of you if given half the chance.”
Hayden turned around to look at the room he had just inspected, but he did this to hide the blush that consumed him. He heard Harry ask if they could sit and talk for a few minutes while he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He could feel himself unraveling. For whatever reason, the way Maddox was treating him had ignited something inside of Hayden that he was embarrassed about, did his best to forget it existed and did everything he could to keep it a well-guarded secret.
Harry waited on Hayden to turn back around and continue the interview, but the young man just looked toward the hallway he had inspected a minute prior. An uncomfortable silence stretched for several awkward moments, and Harry finally said, “Mr. Maddox, like my partner said, we’re investigating a case and we were hoping that you might be able to help us. Mind if we sit down and chat?”
Milo motioned toward the dinette table and chairs. “Sure thing, Detective. Anything I can do to help.”
Harry and Milo moved toward the worn table and chairs but Hayden was still facing away and not moving.
Harry said, “Detective Beckett, are you going to join us?”
Hayden knew he could not turn around because his face was beet-red. He took another deep breath, released it as quietly as he could and stepped toward the bedroom door. “I’ll be back in a second. I wanted to check this out first.”
Milo beamed as he watched the backside of the young, handsome detective walk into his bedroom. “Going right to where the magic is made, I see sexy man! The toys are in the bedside drawer. Feel free to get started without me and I’ll join you as soon as I help out this fine detective!”
Milo looked to the senior detective and could tell his act was starting to grate on the older officer’s nerves, but he could also tell that young Hayden Beckett’s behavior was bothering the elder detective even more.
Hayden closed his eyes and continued to try and calm himself, but Milo’s taunting made him almost start to hyperventilate. Somehow, this fat pig was plucking all the right cords on Hayden. No one in recent memory had ever been able to elicit a response out of him like this. The way Milo was acting and talking just stoked the fires of Hayden’s long hidden fantasies. Fantasies that included abduction, bondage and helplessness flashed through his mind. He had fantasized about being overpowered, abducted and bound tight ever since he was a young child. He always thought he would outgrow the crazy desires, but they only grew as he got older. Most days he could keep it under control, but for some unknown reason, Milo Maddox was pushing all the right buttons.
He took one more deep breath, felt his cheeks which had finally cooled and returned to the living room. Harry was looking at Hayden with pursed lips and Milo’s stare bore into the young man. Hayden kept looking down but could feel the disgusting pig’s glare burning him up.
Finally, Hayden sat down at the table. Harry waited for Hayden to begin questioning Milo, but when the young officer only looked down or around the kitchenette, he sighed loudly and said, “Mr. Maddox, have you ever met a gentleman named Cory Adams?”
Never taking his eyes off Hayden, Milo said, “Can’t say that I have, Detective Sullivan. Should I have?”
Harry asked a follow up question, but Milo barely heard him. Milo knew how to treat cops. Smile, yes sir, no sir, anything I can do to help sir, and they would leave. He was much more interested in this young stud sitting in front of him. It had been a long, long time since a guy this good looking had been in this trailer. But the young cop seemed off his game. Something had him wound tight. As if the banter was getting under his skin. Milo just assumed the cop would ignore hiscrude comments, but instead, the young hottie seemed distracted and bothered. Milo decided to see how far he could push him.
Milo looked the young cop over for the twentieth time. He pictured Hayden naked and assumed his tight, little body was sexy as fuck! He pictured having this young man pinned down in his bedroom as he forced himself on the sexy young cop. Hayden begging Milo to stop, but Milo gagging him and plowing his ass…
“Mr. Maddox?” Harry said louder this time.
“Huh?” Milo said, coming out of his dirty daydream and adjusting his hardening cock.
“I said have you ever had any dealings with a man named Christopher Albert?” Harry asked for the third time.
Milo looked back at Hayden, who continued to look down, and said, “Never heard of him either, Detective. Sorry?”
Harry was getting frustrated with his young partner and snapped, “Now that you’ve checked the bedroom twice, do you have anything to ask Mr. Maddox?”
Hayden finally looked at Milo and they locked eyes. Hyden opened his mouth to ask a question but had no idea what to say. Milo’s eyes held his with an intensity he could not look away, even though he tried.
Milo said, “Did you enjoy my boudoir, Detective Beckett? You can go check it out a third time, if you want. I may follow you in, tie you up and make it very difficult for you to escape, my young sexy thing!”
Harry was no longer looking at Milo. He was staring at Hayden and was very frustrated with him. Especially after the kid boasted he was going to put on an investigative clinic during this interview. Then, Maddox starts flirting with Hayden, and instead of using that to his advantage – flirt back, establish a rapport, get him talking to his new best friend – Hayden acts all weirded out, embarrassed and unable to deal with the banter. Harry could only think that this kid was single-handedly screwing up this line of questioning and possibly the entire investigation.
Hayden had only tried to clear his mind since he sat down at the kitchenette table. He was doing his best to keep his demons at bay but was steadily losing ground. He was unable to keep up with Harry’s questioning, could hardly maintain a straight face and could only focus on his embarrassing fantasies as they bubbled to the surface. Then, when Milo said he would tie him up in the bedroom, he almost moaned, but, instead, his jaw quivered slightly. He closed his eyes shut tightly and abruptly stood up.
Harry looked at Hayden like he lost his mind. The kid had jump out of the cheap chair like the seat was scalding hot.
Hayden looked around, pulled out his phone and said, “I’ve got to take this call. I’ll be right back…”
Milo was in awe of what he was witnessing. This sexy vision in front of him was not embarrassed by his crude overtures. There was more to this, Milo was certain. This smoke show, Beckett, was acting like he was flustered or…aroused! Milo realized this kid was getting turned on. He could see the signs now as clearly as the perfect nose on his beautiful face. For some reason, Milo knew that he was getting the best of this cop and he had to push his advantage while he had it. This was an opportunity that was too good to miss.
“Detective Becket!” Harry snapped. “Sit down until we are done with Mr. Maddox.”
Hayden obviously did not have an incoming phone call because both Harry and Milo could see that the screen on his phone was dark. Hayden stopped walking toward the front door, pocketed the phone and returned to the table. He sat down again.
Harry knew that Hayden was not going to contribute to this interview. He should have let him leave, but he just could not allow the kid to run off and leave him alone with a possible suspect. He continued to question Milo on his knowledge of the two men who supposedly met with someone named M&M, but deep down Harry knew this line of questioning was fucked. Best if he tried to gain a little footing and try again at a later date – without Hayden Beckett!
Hayden could feel his erection growing in his suit pants. All he could think about was this fat slob overpowering him, disarming him, securing him with his own handcuffs and dragging him into the bedroom as he impudently tried to fight the pig off.
Milo caressed Hayden’s left shoe with his bare right foot under the table. When the little hottie did nothing to stop him, Milo slowly dragged his toes up Hayden’s left leg. He got to his knee and started to move up the inner thigh when the young cop finally, slowly as to not let on that he was being touched inappropriately, moved his leg out of the reach of Milo.
Milo had to press the attack. This was a once in a lifetime chance for him. He had to press the momentum. He was so excited he almost jumped out of his chair like Hayden had just done.
“I want to thank you for your assistance, Mr. Maddox,” Harry said. “Would it be alright if I came over again next week to follow up with you?”
Milo stood up, extended his hand toward the senior detective and said, “Of course. The JPD is always welcome in my home.”
Harry stood as well, shook Milo’s hand and started walking toward the door. When he reached the door and opened it, he realized that Hayden had not moved from the chair. Harry looked back and saw that the young officer was staring off in a daydream or something!
“Officer Beckett,” Harry asked in an exasperated voice, “will you be joining me or are you going to Uber back to the station?”
Hayden finally snapped out of his reverie and stumbled to his feet, almost tripping over the chair.
Harry was so frustrated at Beckett that he abandoned all pretense of being a good partner and officer safety. Harry stormed out of the trailer.
Hayden wordlessly made his way toward the open front door but was grabbed by his right arm and spun against the wall on the side of the door. Milo looked outside and saw that Detective Sullivan had not looked back. Instead, he was walking quickly toward the SUV parked at the edge of the trees.
Milo leaned into Hayden and smiled a humorless grin.
Hayden could feel the obese man’s hard on through his loose-fitting cargo shorts. He was frozen with indecision and stood there looking up at the larger man. Hayden was lost in his own provocation, thinking about his lifelong fantasy coming true.
Milo leaned in even closer. His left hand still tightly gripping Hayden’s right bicep and he placed his left hand on Hayden’s belt buckle, palm down, and pressed the young man into the wall. Milo’s smile looked absolutely predatory but he said in a very serious voice, “I may have some information on what happened to those two guys your partner asked about, but I’ll only discuss that with you and you alone!”
Hayden tried to speak but only opened and closed his mouth wordlessly.
“I have a price for this information,” Milo said in that oddly serious tone. “You come back here tonight at 9 pm sharp! Come alone, don’t bring your phone with you and come unarmed or the deal is off. And don’t tell a fucking soul that your coming! I’ll only trust you. You wear a wire or I think there’s cops in the trees, I’ll get the fastest case of amnesia in the history of medicine! You understand me, boy?”
Hayden could only slightly nod his head – afraid to break eye contact with the portly man leaning into him.
Milo slowly dragged his right hand down the front of Hayden’s trousers and lightly brushed against his boner. Then he moved the smaller man to the door, ushered him out quickly and slammed the door shut.
The ride back to the station was possibly the longest of Hayden’s life. Harry berated him for his action, or more specifically, lack there of! Harry assumed that Hayden had been flustered because of Milo’s crude comments and had no idea about the inner turmoil the young officer was trying to deal with.
Harry, always the consummate professional, tried to teach the young officer what he could have done – should have done! – during the interview, but his anger and frustration came through on more than one instance. He told Hayden that he would not be recommending him for the position of detective. Harry did his best to sugar coat it by saying Hayden could try again next year, but Hayden knew once Harry Sullivan – a man everyone in the agency liked and, more importantly, respected – told the bosses and other detectives what had happened, it would be years, if ever, that he was afforded the opportunity to become a detective.
Hayden knew this was the death knell of his chance to secure this promotion. He sat around the office for a few more hours but ended up leaving early and going to his apartment. Harry did not even ask him where he was going and seemed to be happy to be rid of the kid finally. Hayden sat on the couch and went from despair over his performance that morning, to massaging his constantly returning hard on and think about his abduction fantasies. Finally, he took a shower and jerked off, hoping the release would stem the rising tide of arousal but it did not. The weak orgasm he had was unsatisfying, and he was angry at himself for giving into the temptation.
He thought about resigning the next day. His ultimate goal was to become a detective, and his actions on this day had torpedoed any chance he had for years to come. He thought he could apply to another agency and start anew, but the hiring process took so long and he had bills to pay. He could not resign. He would have to stay and be a laughing stock – which he would as soon as the story filtered out among all the rank and file.
He put his face in his hands and tried not to cry.
His face shot up as he thought about Milo’s offer.
If Milo did have information that would help to locating those two men – and maybe others – he could get that info, share it with Harry tomorrow and possibly he could salvage this situation. He could go from zero to hero in one evening.
He checked his watch and saw it was already after eight. It would take at least 45 minutes to get out to Milo’s trailer. Still, Hayden jumped in the shower and changed into a simple white t-shirt, a pair of Joseph Abdoud blue jeans and light brown Bullboxer boots. He looked at himself in the mirror. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms, the jeans were the tightest ones he owned and the boots were his favorite. He wondered why he had dressed like this for the meeting. Then decided he did not have enough time to change.
He grabbed his service weapon, but remembered Milo had said he was not to be armed during the encounter, or he would not talk. He decided to store the semiautomatic Glock in the center console along with his phone. He grabbed his handcuffs and put them in his left back pocket of the jeans in case he decided to make an arrest on that fat asshole during the interview. He placed his wallet in the back right pocket, grabbed his keys and ran out the apartment door.
He sped across town, finding traffic very light, and no traffic once he started getting into the rural westside. He pulled off the main road, onto the dirt road leading to Milo’s trailer. He turned the headlights off and stopped even farther away from where they had stopped earlier in the day. Checking his watch, he saw it was five minutes after nine. He ran up the road as fast as he could, arriving in front of the trailer at 9:11 pm.
The trailer was mostly dark, except for some light emanating from the living room area, and there were no sounds from inside. The beat up, old Delta 88 was still parked where it had been this morning, so Hayden assumed that Milo had to be inside. Hayden started to walk up the steps when the door flew open, and Milo stood there looking down on the young policeman.
Milo enjoyed his view at the young man. He was breathing hard, and a motor vehicle was nowhere in sight, leading Milo to ascertain that Hayden had parked along the dirt trail and ran the rest of the way. Then he looked at Hayden in the light illuminating the front yard which was coming from the living room. The kid looked good – really good. He had looked very dapper and professional in his suit this morning, but the tight T with the snug stretch denims and nice brown boots just looked hot. The kid had the body to pull it off.
“You better be alone, Detective Beckett,” Milo said, “or this has been a wasted trip.”
Hayden shook his head. “No one else. I’m alone.”
“You didn’t tell anybody?”
“No, Milo,” Hayden said, his breathing slowing down. “I did everything as you asked.”
“Demanded!” Milo snapped.
“Huh?”
“I didn’t fucking ask you, sweet cheeks!” Milo hissed. “I fucking told you the ground rules, demanded you followed them to the letter, and you already fucked up being fifteen minutes late!”
Hayden unconsciously shrugged. “Closer to ten minutes…”
“Whatever,” Milo said. “Irregardless, you’re fucking late. You fucked that up! Why wouldn’t I think you ignored my other directives?”
Heyden put his hands up defensively. “You’re right, Milo. You’re right. I’m sorry. Traffic and all.”
“Uh huh,” Milo moaned, sounding unconvinced.
“May I…come in?” Hayden asked tentatively.
Milo slowly started down the stairs. “Not until I know you’re not wearing a wire. Assume the position, sweet cheeks,” as he motioned toward the wall of the trailer.
Hayden was nervous and jittery and wanted to get the information so that he could salvage his career, but Milo was playing his game. Still, it was Milo’s game to play, Hayden knew, so he did as instructed. He placed his hands on the outside of the trailer, spread wide and above his head, and spread his legs wide as well.
Milo took his time coming down the aluminum steps, moved in behind Hayden, and placed his thick hands on Hayden’s shoulders. He slowly began to pat the detective down, even though the shirt was so tight, any bug would certainly be noticeable. Same for the jeans, but Milo slowly went through the process. He searched the shirt, with his hands lingering on Hayden’s nipples. Then he started below the beltline. He checked the front of the jeans and removed the keyring from the right front pocket. Without giving it much thought, Milo tossed the keys over his shoulder and onto the darkened, uncared-for lawn.
“Hey!” Hayden exclaimed. “I’ll need my car keys.”
Ignoring Hayden, Milo continued searching, with his hands lingering over Hayden’s groin, before slowly searching Hayden’s rearend. Milo pulled out Hayden’s wallet from one of the back pockets. He looked through it before giving it the same treatment as the keys. Then he continued methodically feeling Hayden’s ass through the tight jeans. Milo was thinking this kid had an incredible rump when he felt something in the other back pocket. He reached in and pulled out the handcuffs.
“Well, well, well, Hayden Beckett,” Milo said. “So considerate of you to bring things I’ll be needing tonight.”
Hayden cursed his stupidity. Why the hell had he even brought those along? In case he made an arrest? That reasonsounded even dumber now that he thought about it. Then he wondered…Did I bring these just so he could use them on me?
As that question went through Hayden’s mind, Milo grabbed Hayden’s right hand down off the wall and brought it slowly behind the young officer’s back. Milo then expertly snapped the steel restraint around Hayden’s right wrist. Milo then repeated the slow, deliberate process on the left arm. Bringing it slowly behind Hayden’s back and snapped the other cuff around the left wrist. Milo then constricted the restraints down to the tightest they could be against Hayden’s tender wristbones. Then, almost as a coup de grâce, Milo ripped Hayden’s iWatch off his left wrist and threw it into the yard with the rest of his belongings.
Hayden dropped his chin to his chest. As soon as Milo had found the handcuffs, he knew this was going to happen. He cursed himself for bringing them in the first place. He could not fathom any way short of actively, physically resisting Milo’s actions to stop the handcuffs from going on his wrists. Now he stood there, in the dark breezy night, like some perp with his own issued handcuffs painfully securing his hands behind his back. He was thoroughly humiliated.
Then he thought about what went through his mind just before Milo started to cuff him, Is this what I had envisioned? Is this what I wanted to happen?
Milo grabbed him roughly by the left bicep and pulled him toward the stairs. “Time for you and I to have that little talk, sweet cheeks.”
Milo roughly moved him up the steps, almost causing Hayden to fall twice and then shoved him hard through the open door, followed him inside and slammed the door shut behind them loudly.
Hayden somehow kept his feet, steadied himself and turned around to face Milo Maddox. The place had not changed since Hayden had been here in the morning, and he kept trying to tamper down the thought that he had made the biggest mistake of his life coming back here tonight – alone, unarmed, no one knowing where he was and now securely handcuffed and at an incredible disadvantage.
He decided to play the confident law enforcement officer. Show no fear. Show Milo who is actually in charge of this situation.
“Alright, Milo,” Hayden said in an official tone, “tell me what information you have on the missing men and then we can negotiate your price.”
With speed belied by his girth and slovenly appearance, Milo launched toward Hayden, grabbed him by the throat and pinned him against the far wall. The back of Hayden’s head impacted squarely with the wall, and he saw stars. Milo squeezed tight and Hayden could not breathe. With his hand cuffed painfully behind his back, Hayden could not stop the assault. He thought about kneeing the fat man in the balls, but Milo was pushed up against his body and he had lifted Hayden almost completely off the cheap, dirty linoleum floor.
Milo was nose to nose with Hayden when he hissed, “Listen to me you arrogant motherfucker! You are mine right now! I own you! I decided if you live or if you die tonight! So,if I were you, and I’m glad I’m not, I’d start showing me a little gratitude and respect before I really lose my temper and fuck you up! Am I making myself abundantly clear, you pussy-ass motherfucker!?!?!?”
Hayden’s vision was tunneling in and he knew he was going to pass out very quickly unless Milo released him. Unable to speak or nod his head, Hayden mouthed yes.
Milo stared a moment longer before saying, “Correct answer, sweet cheeks.”
Milo released his grip and Hayden collapsed to the floor.
Milo turned and walked toward the kitchenette while Hayden caught his breath. Hayden realized that he might have bitten off way more than he could possibly chew, and that this might end up being the biggest mistake of his young life, but he also realized that there was a part of him that was incredibly turned on. His lifelong fantasy of being physically overpowered, bound tight, abducted and used by another was unfolding before his eyes. Again, he contemplated, as he used the wall to help him stand again, if the real reason he returned tonight had nothing to do with his career or the missing men.
Milo grabbed a chair, legal pad and pen from the kitchenette, returned to the living room and placed it a few feet away from Hayden. Milo then sat in the chair facing Hayden.
The obese man looked Hayden up and down for at least the tenth time this night, leaned back in the chair, put the pen to paper and said, “You’re going to tell me every shred of information you have on the missing persons cases that you are working. I want to know who you consider a suspect, who’s a person of interest, what evidence have you collected so far, everyone who’s involved with the cases and their roles in the investigations, are the feds involved? You’re going to give me names, places, dates, everything that’s been done so far. Every last thing you know about these cases. Start talking, sweet cheeks!”
Hayden’s jaw dropped open and he froze in place. All those questions Milo just rattled off literally destroyed the mounting erotic tension that was building in Hayden since the fat slob pretended to search him/felt him up, found the handcuffs and restrained his hands behind his back. This had not been a game of consensual non-consensual bondage and abduction! This was a trap. A trap perfectly laid by Milo.
Hayden looked around for something that could help him get free, but the only handcuff key that he had brought with him was on the keyring, somewhere in the overgrown, pitch blackfront yard.
“Listen…Milo,” Hayden stammered, “there’s no…no… possible way I can divulge information on an active investigation. You could always go to the station and request all the documentation that can be released with the Freedom of Information Act…”
Milo put the pen and legal pad on the floor.
“But there’s not much available information that will be released, because, like I told you, this is an active investigation. Plus, this isn’t the agreement we made this morning…”
Milo launched from the cheap, plastic chair and open hand slapped Hayden hard across the left side of his face. Hayden was able to keep his feet, but his face stung and his ear was ringing.
“I don’t give a fuck about police procedures or the law, fardtard!” Milo yelled. “I don’t give a fuck what you think you can parcel out to the press and the public! You’re going to tell me everything I want to know, or it’s going to get very painful for you tonight! Start singing, motherfucker, before I lose my fucking temper.”
Hayden knew now that Milo might, in fact, be involved with the disappearances. He honestly did not look at it in that light before this very moment. Still, the fat bastard liked boys. Liked them in a sensual way. And he had been all over Hayden during the morning get together. Hayden had to find a way to spin it.
“Milo, stop hitting me!” Hayden snapped back, but then he lowered his voice and continued in a calm manner. “Listen, you told me that you had information on the Albert and Adams cases and you’d only tell me. You said there was a price for this information and you wanted only me here. I assumed…well…I assumed I was part of that price. Considering the way you were carrying on with me and all…”
Milo could not keep himself from smiling as Hayden spoke. He knew he had been correct in his assessment of this kid. The cop had been aroused and sexually flustered during their morning meeting. Milo had started in on Hayden because he thought he was sexy, but also because he liked making straight assholes uncomfortable. This evening was definitely taking unexpected turns.
“You give me the information you have on the Adams and Albert disappearances,” Hayden continued in that calming voice, “and I’ll give you…whatever…ahh…whatever you want from me…”
Milo’s smile broadened. He was pleasantly surprised that this little punk was actually pretty tough. He had not folded under the stress and pressure, and he had done what he could to try and right his sinking ship. The kid’s offer made sense to Milo, and he decided to see if he was really going to put his money where his mouth was. Plus, he was starting to get very horny looking at that sexy little boy, wearing skin-tight clothes, and his hands securely shackled behind his back. Additionally, Milo figured he might as well have some fun while he wrung the information out of the sexy little cop.
Milo snorted. “You ever been with a man, sweet checks?”
Hayden sighed a ragged breath. “No. Never. I’m straight…”
Even fucking better! Milo thought, as he reached out with both hands and grabbed the short hair on top of Hayden’s head and roughly forced Hayden to his knees in front of him.
Hayden grunted as he was forced to the floor. He opened his eyes and was staring directly at Milo’s groin through the dirty cargo shorts.
“Suck it, you little faggot!” Milo said. “You suck my dick, and if your any good at it, and I actually enjoy it, I’ll give you all the information I have. This is my final offer. Take it or leave it, sweet cheeks.”
Hayden, for years, when fantasizing about being abducted and bound tight, thought about being forced to blow the guy who had abducted him…among other things. That act never excited him, but being powerless and forced against his will to perform actions he would normally never do, was such a turn on. Other than swallowing hard, Hayden did not move.
“Now, boy!” Milo said menacingly. “My dick ain’t gonna suck itself! And it better be good if you want the information I have!”
Milo kept his hands on his hips and seemed to be in no hurry to open his fly. Hayden got the hint. He leaned forward and manipulated the top button on the shorts with his lips, teeth and tongue. It took a minute, but the button finally popped open. Hayden then fondled with and bit the zipper. He maneuvered his head downward, the zipper opened and the shorts slowly slid to Milo’s ankles.
“That’s it, boy…” Milo breathed.
The rational part of Hayden’s brain – a very small part at this moment – was tell himself to tell this fat fucker to fuck off and that this shit was over. Unfortunately, Hayden’s fantasies were frontmost in his identity. A tsunami of pent up, erotic feelings was sweeping over him and he felt his grip on normalcy slipping away. His brain became increasingly cloudy as his fantasies began to assert themselves.
He leaned in again but paused as he gawked at the enormous bulge teepeeing the stained boxer shorts in front of him.
“Almost there, sweet cheeks,” Milo breathed.
Hayden bit the top hem of Milo’s boxer shorts and pulled them down. He had to pull the elastic waist out and over the huge boner that strained to escape its confinement. In a few seconds, the boxers were with the cargo shorts around Milo’s ankles, and Hayden was eye to eye with the fat man’s cock.
Hayden could not even pretend it looked normal. It was, like it’s owner, fat and bloated. He apparently had never heard of manscaping because it was a tangled mess of public hairs that looked like an out of control afro. The cock itself was the biggest Hyden had ever seen, but it was thoroughly disgusting as it appeared to never see soap or a shower. The smell that assaulted Hayden’s senses was repugnant and the dick sprang out and almost bounced off his nose. Milo was uncut, and that only added to the revolting sight as the purple organ almost throbbed.
He leaned in toward the plum-colored monstrosity in his face and slowly opened his mouth, but stopped just before his lips touched it. For some reason he knew it should be different. He could not explain why but something needed to be different. Hayden felt as if he was floating and in a dream-like state. Unknowingly and without making the decision to do this, he cut his eye upward and met the greedy stare of Milo.
Hayden said in a hoarse whisper, “You’re going to have to force me to suck this fucking thing! If you want to fuck my face, then forcibly fuck my face!”
Milo was on the edge of his seat and could not wait for this sexy fucking cop to suck his dick. It took every ounce of willpower not to grab the young detective’s head and force the issue, but when Hayden suddenly cut his eyes to his and pretty much said “force me”, Milo exploded into action.
Milo grabbed a fistful of Hayden’s hair with his left hand and slapped his right to the back of Hayden’s head. He thrusted his pelvis forward and crushed the detective’s face into his groin. The bulbous member slammed forcibly into Hayden’s open mouth with such force, it propelled the smaller man back against the wall of the trailer.
The taste was even worse than the stench had been, but there was no possible way Hayden could get the dick out of his mouth. Milo’s thrusts were in concert as Hayden’s head was forced back and forth in Milo’s iron grasp.
Hayden’s face was buried in the swath of mangy pubes that reeked even more than the cock itself. He closed his lips tightly around the thick shaft and forced his tongue upward to create more friction. He had never done this but it seemed like the way he would enjoy having it done, and he wanted this pig to enjoy himself. And by his rhythmic grunts, he seemed to be enjoying himself very much. He just had to finish this so Milo would uphold his end of the deal.
Milo was truly enjoying himself and, for a rookie, the kid was not bad at sucking dick. He had several cocksuckers who were terrible at giving head. Of course, Milo’s near rapture at Beckett’s request to be forced had almost coerced a premature ending to the festivities before he began. The kid was staring at him the entire time as his mouth was being raked over the erect dick. The look in his eyes was something Milo had seen before.
He knew then that this kid wanted this to unfold like this. He had some perverted want and/or need to be taken, secured – or why bring his own handcuffs – and used like property. Milo figured he was not going to disappoint the kid tonight. Might as well have some sick fun with the cop while he could and then use this situation to his benefit.
Milo felt the orgasm brewing. Within a minute, he was going to dump his jizz down Hayden’s pipe and into his stomach, but he had second thoughts. He figured it was early, there was still so much to accomplish tonight, so he would hold off on blowing his load. Instead, he drove Hayden’s face onto his cock and held it in place as his cock head buried itself in the back of Hayden’s throat.
Hayden had felt Milo’s cock start to twitch and it had actually grown even larger in his mouth. He knew the disgusting asshole was about to blow a load. He remembered an old girlfriend had told him that she hated the taste of sperm but would always swallow at the end of fellatio. When he asked her why, she said, first of all, it was sexy but more importantly, if she just sucked it down, she would not have to really taste it. She would always let it all just shoot to the back of her throat and it naturally side down her gullet. Hayden planned to do the same – that is until his face was pinned against Milo’s pelvis and his cock was jammed to the deepest recesses of his esophagus.
The cock, where it was jammed, was forcing Hayden to dry heave and gag. He could not extricate his mouth from the penis because Milo had both of his hands pushing on the back of his head with tremendous force. Between the stench of the cock and, worst of all, the thick patch of pubes and his gag reflex wason overdrive, Hayden was having a hell of a time breathing. He started making sounds like he was drowning and, for the second time tonight, darkness closed in on the edges of his vision. Just before he surrendered to asphyxia, Milo violently pulled out and threw him to the floor.
“You call that a blowjob, cocksucker!” Milo hollered as he pulled his pants up. “I’ve gotten better from crack whores and children!”
Hayden could hear his tormentor berating him, but he just laid on his side and did his best to catch his breath. He thought that he had mentally check some crazy shit of his untold fantasy bucket list and weakly smiled.
Seeing the slight smile on Hayden’s face, Milo spat, “You think this is funny, sweet cheeks? You having a good time? I could end your life right now! I could disappear your narrow ass and end your pathetic existence right here! Right fucking now!”
Hayden opened his eyes, and with his smile broadening, he nodded his head.
Milo grabbed two fistfuls of short hair and forced Hayden to his feet. He slammed him against the wall again and said, “You’re mine, motherfucker! You’re my property to do with or dispose of as I please!”
Hayden’s fantasies were in rage mode now. Years of fantasizing were forced to the surface, endorphins flooded his brain and instead of being intimidated, he was incredibly turned on by what was happening.
Hayden said, “You think…I’m going to give you…all of the case information?” He snorted and continued, “Make me, you fat fuck! Make me tell you everything!”
The words surprised even Hayden. He had no idea he was going to say that until the words were already uttered. He had heard of subspace, but he had never experienced it. His rational brain knew he had achieved subspace, and his behavior was dangerous to him, even if his pervert side was living out all its dreams.
Milo punched Hayden in the gut, doubling over the smaller man. He would have collapsed on the floor if Milo had let go of his hair with his other hand. Milo slammed Hayden against the wall again and realized he had been right about this kid. He was turned on by all this. He had hit the nail on the head. To confirm his theory, with his free hand, he grabbed Hayden’s package. It was as hard as steel.
“Motherfucker,” Milo said slowly and just above a whisper, “you didn’t come here to get answers about your case. In fact, is it even your case? I bet it’s that old cop’s case, Sullivan, isn’t it?”
Hayden nodded.
“You don’t even give a fuck if I have any information, do you?” Milo continued. “You came here tonight to get raped. You came here to get taken, bound, gagged and all that shit and get fucked! Didn’t you? You want me to rape your JPD ass until you can’t walk straight! Don’t you, boy?”
“Yessss…” Hayden breathed in a raspy voice. Again, his answer surprised him. He had no idea what he would say next.
Milo pulled out his phone and checked an app to ensure the system was activated. When he saw that it was, he then put it back in the cargo pocket then said, “Say it! Tell me what you want! I wanna hear you say it, sweet cheeks! Tell daddy what you want him to do to you!”
Hayden nodded once more, as much as his held hair would allow, and the said, again in a throaty voice, “Yes, Milo…I came here tonight so that you would take me by force, tie me up and rape me. I want to be bound and raped by you all night!”
“You pathetic piece of shit,” Milo said. “You perverted little pain slut.”
Hayden did his best to retake control of his mouth. His words were flying out uncensored and he had to quell the talk before it went too far. Unfortunately, the subspace state he found himself in was asserting total control over him.
Milo twisted Hayden’s hair again, forcing his head back and to the side. “Time for you and me to start have some serious fun now, Detective Beckett.”
He then pushed Hayden toward the open door to the bedroom and continued, “Since you’ve already been in there twice today, I assume you know the way. I’m going to make good on some promises I made you earlier…now that I know what you like, weirdo!”
As Hayden passed through the bedroom door, Milo shoved him hard from behind. Hayden flew into the room and landed squarely on the old, filthy bed. It was, of course, unmade and probably have never been made. The sheets and threadbare comforter were grimy, stained and hard and crusty in some places.
As Hayden finally started to get control of his mental faculties and come out of subspace as he laid on the disgusting bedsheets and rolled to his side to get his nose out of the nastiness. With his rational mind asserting itself a little more now, he could feel the pain radiating from his wrists. The cuffs were ratchetted down much too tight. Hayden knew from experience and training, that handcuffs that were applied too tightly could lead to nerve damage, bone bruising and, it extreme cases, broken wrist bones.
“Milo,” Hayden said in his new raspy voice, which made him realize subspace and fantasies were still exerting themselves, “Please take off the cuffs…or at least loosen them. They’re killing my wrists. My fingers are going numb…”
“Is the whore pain slut uncomfortable?” Milo asked sarcastically.
He grabbed Hayden by the hem of his jeans and pulled him halfway off the bed. He examined the kid’s handcuffed wrists and saw they were certainly clamped down around his wrists, just below the palms of his hands. They were so tight that they would not move from that spot, and they were causing severe indentation in the skin, but there were no cuts or blood. He figured the pussy cocksucking cop could tough it out. Worst case scenario was that his wrist would have some interesting marks on them tomorrow that he would have to explain away to all the other asshole cops at work.
He stood behind Hayden as he forced the young man to his feet. From behind, Milo leaned his hard cock into the kid’s ass, reached around and unfastened the belt around the tight stretch denim jeans. Then he unbuttoned the top button slowly. Once it was open, he deliberately, almost dramatically, lowered the zipper. When that was completed, he teasingly pulled the stretchy jeans down, past his thighs and began fondling Hayden’s well-defined legs.
“Bitch, do you shave you fucking legs?” Milo asked with a laugh.
Hayden could only nod because subspace was reasserting itself. He could only think about his lifelong fantasies about being kidnapped, bound and raped.
“I fucking love it, sweet cheeks,” Milo said as he pulled the jeans all the way down. “How does it feel to me my fucking plaything?” Milo said. “My fucking toy, to do whatever the fuck I want to do to it! I am going to do whatever I wanna fucking do to you tonight, sweet cheeks.”
The zipper on the boots were undone and both brown Bullboxers were removed and tossed aside. I second later, both socks were removed and discarded. Then the jeans were pulled free of Hayden’s legs, and he stood there wearing only boxer briefs and a tight t-shirt.
Hayden breathed a raged breath dripping with excitement and anticipation. The handcuffs did hurt tremendously, and his fingers had gone numb from lack of proper blood flow, but he seriously would have been disappointed had Milo actually retrieved the key and loosened the cuffs. Knowing that he had no control of any situation right now – that Milo had denied his request to remove or loosened the cuffs – was having an intoxicating effect over Hayden. He had dreamt about this scenario for his entire life – since he was a pre-pubescent child! His fantasies were coming to fruition. He was abducted and bound – handcuffed at least – and about to be raped with no way to prevent it! He hoped it was one sided. He prayed that Milo would not allow him to cum. People in his position were not supposed to feel pleasure – only pain and torment and powerlessness! Used like a sex doll and feel no pleasure.
Milo pulled off the boxer brief and now freely fondled Hayden’s naked lower body. He said, into Hayden’s ear, “For a little guy, you have a decent sized cock. I’m going to enjoy abusing that thing tonight. I mean, he’s ready for the abuse, isn’t he?”
Hayden looked down and saw his erect cock dripping precum. He closed his eyes and moaned in anticipation. Then, without knowing, he kicked back with his right foot and connected with Milo’s right thigh, just above the knee.
Milo yelped, “Motherfucker!”
Milo threw Hayden over the bed and the handcuffed detective collapsed to the cluttered floor. Milo stormed around the bed and delivered a kick to Hayden’s belly. The kick was not too hard because Milo was not wearing shoes and did not want to break a toe. Still, the strike forced the air from Hayden’s lungs. The detective curled into a ball to protect against additional kicks.
Milo grabbed Hayden by the hair again and forced him to his feet. He slammed the handcuffed policeman against the nearest wall and yelled, “You wanna fight me, faggot!?! You want to resist?!? I’ll fucking kill you and bury you in the woods, and no one will ever know!”
“I’m sorry, Milo,” Hayden said in that husky voice. “I just wanted you to tie me up some more. I was trying to make you want to add some bondage. I guess I should have just asked…”
Milo stared at the shorter man in his grasp and slowly nodded. He knelt and grabbed a coil of brown coarse rope from under the bed. He folded it in half, wrapped it around Hayden’s ankles, threaded the two ends through the loop and tightened it around the ankles, bring Hayden’s feet together. He tightly wrapped the roped around the ankles, cinching it between the ankles several times, and the tying it off tightly.
“Still having fun, cock slut?” Milo asked when the ankle bindings were on securely. “Still enjoying yourself, sweet cheeks?”
Hayden’s cock, standing ridged and still dripping, was most definitely having fun. Milo spun the police officer around and pressed his own engorged dick into the firm, bare ass and said, “This is going into your ass very shortly, sweet cheeks. Are you excited to get plowed by my horse cock?”
“I was hoping it was going to be bigger,” Hayden said in a breathy voice, “but we’ll just have to work with what you’ve got…”
“Funny,” Milo said. “I didn’t know you were such a comedian, Detective Cocksucker.”
Milo grabbed Hayden by the back of the neck and threw him to the floor. With his ankles tightly bound together with rope, he easily collapsed to the floor in a heap. Milo walked out of the bedroom without another word.
Hayden rolled onto his side and tested the bondage around his ankles. The rope was coarse and scratchy. Milo had also tightened the rope by cinching it several times around the center of the binding making it impossible to get free by force, but the knot was behind Hayden’s ankles. If he had the time, he could possibly untie that binding even with his hands secured behind his back.
Milo returned. He forced Hayde to his knees and squatted in front of his captive. He was holding a thick, black, leather collar with silver rings affixed in several place around the collar. Milo put it around Hayden’s neck and tightened it to the point of near strangulation.
“That’s…too…tight…” Hayden strained. “Loosen it…please…Milo…”
“Fuck you, cop.” Milo snorted.
Then the obese man went behind Hayden. He grabbed another piece of rope and began wrapping around Hayden’s elbows. He forced the young police officer’s elbows to the point they were only six inches apart. Milo secured the binding and tied the loose end to one of the rings at the back of the collar. Once that was complete, the collar pulled Hayden’s neck back roughly and made it even more difficult to breathe.
Milo stood and walked to Hayden’s front. He looked at the restrictively bound officer and smiled a humorless grin. He said, “Now, before I comment any more on what I’m going to do to you tonight, why don’t you let me know everything that you know about this case you and Sullivan are investigating. What do you know about those missing guys? Why did you two come here this morning and ask me what I knew about them? What connected me to these two missing men?”
Hayden’s rational mind, which was still losing its battle with subspace and his powerful fantasies, told him not to divulge any information. If he did, best case scenario was that he could be suspended. Worst case was he was arrested, fired and would go to jail. And the idea of a former cop in jail frightened Hayden enough to give him pause. Still, the idea of him being inescapably bound, being tortured for information, helpless to prevent everything that was happening by this bastard was just so damn hot!
In a voice strained because of the collar being pulled roughly back against his throat, Hayden said, “You first, Milo. Tell me what you know and I’ll share what I know…”
“Wrong answer, sweet cheeks,” Milo said as he grabbed the front of Hayden’s t-shirt and pulled. The collar split with a loud ripping sound.
Milo produced a pocket knife and cut away the remainder of the shirt and dropped the tatters to the floor. He grabbed Hayden’s right nipple and viciously twisted it.
The pain cause Hayden to yelp, but his eyes went wide when Milo placed the blade of the knife against its tortured nipple.
“I’m going to cut this fucking thing off, Detective,” Milo said. “I’m done playing games with you!”
Through the pain and fear, Hayden knew this was what he always desired. Total helplessness. Powerless to stop what would happen to him. His life long fantasies were unfolding before him. He had no choice now but to speak.
“Wait! Wait!” Hayden said in a strained voice. “I’ll tell you everything I know, Milo.”
Over the next several minutes, Hayden explained everything they knew about the cases and how they were looking at several more. That a confidential informant had said “M&M” had met with both Adams and Albert shortly before they went missing, and Milo was the only local person who once used that nickname.
If Hayden Beckett was to be believed, and Milo did believe the young man, then Milo was not a suspect, barely even a person of interest and they had come to him hoping he would implicate himself if he was truly involved.
When Hayden stopped talking, Milo said, “Continue, cocksucker!”
Hayden closed his eyes, sighed a ragged breath and said, “That’s all I know! It’s not even my case! It’s Sullivan’s! I’m only working around him to be evaluated for a detective position…which I screwed up this morning. I’ll be back in patrol most likely by next week. Unless you can give me some information we can use…”
Milo tried not to sport a huge smile. This was too good to be true. The young cop had told him everything, and it was better than he could have hoped for.
“Now a deal’s a deal, Milo,” Hayden continued. “Your turn. Tell me what you know.”
Milo pursed his lips and tried not to look smug. He said, “I don’t know anything about that Albert guy, but I do know Adams. We’ve met several times – hooked up – he’s a nice kid, but he did mention pissing off some folks who wanted some property he sold on the cheap to some acquaintances. He pissed off the folks that you don’t want to piss off, if you get my drift.”
“Organized crime?” Hayden asked.
Milo shrugged. “Definitely some bad dudes. Anyway, Adams knew he fucked up and told me he was skipping town. Mention something about an old boyfriend he used to date in college. Something about Seattle?”
Milo could see Hayden roll that information around in his head, and he tried not to laugh out loud. Everything he had just said was utter bullshit, but it would keep the idiots at JPD busy for a while.
“Thanks, Milo,” Hayden said after a few moments of silence. “There might be a reward offered for their safe discovery. If so, I’ll make sure you get what’s owed to you if Mr. Adams is safely located.”
“Oh, I’m getting my fucking reward, sweet cheeks,” Milo said. “In fact, I’m taking my reward from you right now.”
Hayden shuttered as lust took over from the slight professionalism that had crept into his personality and subspace enveloped him whole.
Milo pulled his phone out and checked the app again, saw the system was activated and operating properly. Once he saw it was operating as expected, he put the phone on the nightstand and pulled off his shorts and boxers. He placed his cock against Hayden’s lips and began to smear precum all over his mouth.
“Open your fucking mouth, whore!”
Hayden complied and Milo slowly sunk his meat into the wet orifice.
“You might want to seriously lube it up, kid,” Milo said. “The wetter the better if you want my opinion…”
Hayden began massaging Milo’s cock with his mouth, coating in in his saliva. After only a few minutes, Milo withdrew and grabbed some of the tatters of the t-shirt from the floor and wrapped them around his upper face – covering Hayden’s eyes.
“A true sex prisoner should be blindfolded,” Milo said. “Don’t you agree, Detective?”
“Yes, sir,” Hayden replied. “And gagged too.”
“In a minute,” Milo said. “First, what do you want, Jacksonville Police Officer Hayden Beckett? What do you want me to do to you?”
Unable to stop himself from saying what he uttered, Hayden’s verbal diarrhea exploded from his mouth, “Take me! Fucking use me! Take me hard and rape my ass! Plunder my virgin ass with your huge cock! Don’t hold back! Fuck me till I’m raw. I’m your abducted and bound sex toy! Do to me whatever you want!”
Milo smiled. “What exactly are you, Officer Beckett? Why did you come here tonight?”
“I came here because I’m the horniest, slutiest cop on the department!” Hayden said in a voice hoarse from the tight collar and lust. “Rape my ass like I falsely arrested you and left you to rot in prison for ten fucking years! Rage fuck me like you own me!”
Milo grabbed Hayden’s discarded socks and shoved them into his mouth. Then he completed the gag by using the remainder of the ruined t-shirt to cleave the socks in Hayden’s mouth. When the gag was secured, Milo forced the young detective onto the bed, angled his ass upward and aligned his rock hard cock with Hayden’s rosebud.
“Time to seal this deal, sweet cheeks,” Milo said.
Milo used his fingers to widen the hole enough to get the head of his dick into the hole, and then slowly began to push all his length deeper into uncharted territory.
Hayden moaned at first, but as the penetration began sinking deeper, the pressure became more and more painful. He yelled into the gag – was telling Milo to stop immediately because of the growing pain – but the gag was effective enough to ensure nothing comprehensible was heard.
Once Milo bore all the way in, he began to slowly thrust. His movement was met with more yelling into the gag, as Hayden tried to pull away. Unfortunately, the restrictive bondage did not allow for much independent movement, so his attempts to get off Milo’s dick were wholly unsuccessful. Just to ensure this ended the way Milo expected, he firmly grasped Hayden’s hips and the began ramping up his speed and ferocity.
Hayden wanted out. The pain was intense. The subspace was gone. He felt as if he was literally being ripped in two! The fantasies no longer were drowning him. Milo was raping his ass, the pain was indescribable and he wanted out immediately. Fruitless yelling into the gag, Hayden begged for the torment to stop.
Milo grabbed the rope securing Hayden’s elbows to the collar and yanked back hard. Immediately, all his captive’s yelling was silenced as the young man could not breathe. Milo then started slamming his dick as hard as he could in and out of Hayden’s abused hole. Every time Hayden seemed to be passing out, Milo would loosen the pull of the rope, allowing the cop to catch a few breaths but then the tightening and suffocating would resume in earnest.
The pain was blinding. Hayden was hoping he’d pass out, but even that was denied him. The few times he thought he was going out – maybe for good – Milo would slap him hard across the back of the head. The torment was indescribable. Hayden cursed himself for his stupidity, his weakness, his inability to differentiate fantasy from reality and keep both where they should be kept! For the first time in his life, Hayden Beckett felt like a failure and a loser. His humiliation was complete.
Mercifully, the torture did not last too long. Milo was too turned on and knew it would not be a marathon session. He felt the orgasm brewing and did nothing to delay the inevitable. He erupted and emptied his seed deep into Hayden Beckett’s deflowered anus. After a few minutes of just sitting inside his captive and catching his breath, Milo pulled out and Hayden collapsed on the bed unmoving.
Milo put his boxers and cargo shorts back on and removed the thick, tight collar from around Hayden’s neck. Next, he untied the rope securing his captive’s elbows closely together. Then he grabbed Hayden by his bound ankles. He dragged the nearly unconscious cop onto the floor and then dragged him out of the bedroom and into the living room. He stopped at the front door, opened it and then dragged his bound prisoner onto the small aluminum staircase. Milo rolled the bound and gagged police officer down the steps, and Hayden came to rest in a heap at the foot of the stairs.
Milo went back inside and returned with Hayden’s jeans, boots and underwear. He dropped them over the side of the staircase, pulled his now soft dick from his shorts and urinated all over the clothing. When done, he zipped up and went back inside. A minute later, he returned with an old pump action shotgun.
“Hey boy,” Milo said. “Can you hear me?”
Hayden nodded.
Milo racked the shotgun and said, “It’s around eleven now. If you bother me again tonight, or I find your ass here in the morning, I’ll shoot your ass. Get yourself loose, get the fuck off my property and I’ll be in touch. Now fuck off!”
Milo went inside and slammed the door, bathing the yard in darkness.
Not that the sudden lack of light meant anything to Hayden. The ruins of his t-shirt tightly secured around his eyes ensured he could not see anything no matter the illumination or lack of it. He did a slow, methodical check of his body to ascertain how bad he was hurt. He determined that the brutal rape and being thrown down the steps while securely bound only resulted in a very tender ass and many bumps, scrapes and contusions. He knew he’d look like shit in the morning, but knew he had to get moving. He took Milo at his word. If he did find Hayden still bound, gagged and blindfolded in his front yard come daylight, there was no doubt in the police officer’s mind that the fat asshole would follow through on his threat.
If he could, he would have told Milo his phone was in the center console of his car, and any investigation would show that he had certainly come back to this trailer on the night he disappeared. Milo would certainly be a suspect, and after a search warrant or two, Hayden figured his remains would be located. Not that this would save him now, but that threat should keep Milo from doing the unthinkable.
Regardless, Hayden did not want to find out. He knew he had to get free. Remembering where the knot was on his ankle binding, he bent his feet toward his rump and reached back with his painfully cuffed hands. After a short while, he found the knot and began to try and untie it. It was extremely slow going because his hands were numb from the exceeding tight handcuffs, but he was able to finally get the knot undone.
With his ankles finally free, Hayden stood up and felt around the aluminum stairs and found the railing. Once he knew where it was, he used the corner of the bottom of the railing to catch the tattered t-shirt turned blindfold on, and he was able to pull it up on his forehead and away from his eyes.
Now that he could see, he went looking for the belongings Milo had tossed around earlier when this nightmare of his own doing began. Hayden found his wallet with a few minutes, which gave him hope. Unfortunately, an hour later, he still had not found the keys or his iWatch. He was contemplating just leaving, but with his hands secured behind his back, no way to get into his vehicle – let alone drive it – he realized that was an idiotic idea.
That’s when he stepped on his keyring. Hayden flopped to the ground, picked up the keys and found the handcuff key. He manipulated it for several minutes and was able to get the small key into the keyhole on the cuff circling his left wrist. After a turn, the cuff disengaged and popped free. Hayden removed other cuff and then loosened and removed the gag.
He had seen his clothing piled on the side of the stairs and went to them. He could smell the piss before he touched the clothing. He thought about just leaving them, but, for some reason, just could not fathom himself driving home nude. He grabbed his piss covered clothing, dressed himself and the began walking to his vehicle.
Twenty minutes later he was pulling onto the paved road, turned east and started for his apartment. It was almost two in the morning when he arrived at his apartment complex. Once inside his place, he tore off the disgusting clothes, threw them in the washing machine and took a shower.
After a very long and very hot shower, he toweled off and walked to his bedroom. He saw that he had a text message from a number he did not have in his contacts. It was a video. He clicked on it and saw him, in Milo’s living room, on his knees in front of the fat bastard. He watched himself look at Milo and say, “You’re going to have to force me to suck this fucking thing! If you want to fuck my face, then forcibly fuck my face!”
Hayden fast forwarded the video and the saw Milo holding him by his hair and him saying, “Yes, Milo…I came here tonight so that you would take me by force, tie me up and rape me. I want to be bound and raped by you all night!”
The video went on and was edited well, but it also caught him bound tightly, with the collar and blindfold on, begging to be rage fucked.
The video was interrupted when the phone rang. Hayden did not have to look at the incoming number because he knew who was calling.
“What do you want, Milo?” Hayden asked when he answered the call.
“Here’s what were going to do, Officer Beckett,” Milo started…
Six Months Later…
Officer Hayden Beckett drove his marked police cruiser along the sparsely travelled road. He had not been selected for the open detective position almost half a year earlier, but the information he passed along gave Detective Sullivan a direction to look. Unfortunately, the trail went cold quickly and Adams was never located.
Hayden road in patrol for another six weeks until a position in the Offender Tracking Unit opened. He applied and was accepted after a dynamite work-a-long, where he was able to correctly determine that a sexual predator was going to reoffend his crimes. Hayden and the officer who was working with him were able to nab a guy while he was in the process of abducting a thirteen-year-old kid.
Of course, Milo had given Hayden a heads up about that suspect’s plans. The plans were known by Milo because he had convinced the suspect to reoffend after several sexually explicit discussions, emails and texts with lots of pictures of kiddy porn. The poor sap did not stand a chance. He was so spun up that he could not stop himself. A total set up that made Hayden look like a hero.
Hayden turned off the paved road and onto the dirt road leading to Milo’s trailer. Hayden was able to work Milo onto his monthly checks easily – just as Milo had ordered Hayden to do. He drove all the way to the trailer, exited his vehicle and walked up the staircase. He knocked on the door and Milo opened it a few moments later.
Milo smiled, “Officer Beckett, how are you doing today? So nice to see you.”
Hayden nodded and stepped inside. As soon as he cleared the door and Milo closed it, the bound and gagged young man on the living room floor began to holler into the gag. One could not understand what he was saying, but Hayden could certainly get the gist. He was begging the uniformed police officer to help him.
The young man – boy, actually, maybe eighteen or nineteen – was on his belly. His wrists and elbows were bound with coarse brown rope. As were his ankles and knees. The look in his eyes was pure fright.
“Oh, where are my manners,” Milo said with a chuckle. “Officer Beckett, this is Raymond Cash. I met him on Tinder. He made the mistake of trusting me when I asked to tie his wrists behind his back. Gave him a safe work and everything – silly boy…”
Raymond begged into the gag. He begged Hayden to help him.
“And as you know, Officer Beckett,” Milo continued, “once I had his wrist bound, it was all over by the crying. We’re going to have such fun today and tonight.”
Raymond continued to scream into the gag and shake his head.
Milo looked at the bound kid on the floor. “Silly boy, Officer Beckett isn’t here to assist you. You see, I own Officer Beckett. Now be quiet because adults are talking.”
Raymond began crying and laid his head on the dirty linoleum floor.
“So, Officer Beckett,” Milo said, “I assume this is my monthly inspection.”
Hayden could only nod.
“Well, as you can see,” Milo said as he swept his arms wide, “I have not reoffended, am not planning to reoffend and I’m a model citizen.”
Hayden nodded again.
“Well, young officer, I have such a busy day planned for me and young Raymond,” Milo said as he walked Hayden to the front door, “so I’ll have to say goodbye for now.”
As Hayden walked out of the trailer and the door slowly closed behind him, he could hear Raymond screaming for Hayden to not leave him.
Hayden walked back to his car, got in and started the engine. He notated on the report that Milo Maddox had once again passed his monthly inspection. Hayden sighed loudly. He knew he would be drinking to excess again tonight…
