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Highway Patrol, Part III John left the secret room, with Mike still tied. He had pulled Mike's boxers and pants back up and fastened them, but pulled his dick and balls back out through the fly to keep him vulnerable. Mike was unable to get them back in no matter how he maneuvered his hips around, the fly was just too tight against the base of his balls. So he was only able to ponder his fate and await John's return. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait more than about 15 minutes. John came back in, checked Mike's bonds, making some additional knots with some new rope, then tying him to a support beam which held up the roof of the room. Then he said "Get some sleep. I'll bring you some breakfast in the morning. I've figured out how to pull this off so no one will suspect what's happened to you. You're never coming back here again, so do you have anything of a personal nature you want me to bring you from your house?" "Stay the fuck out of my house, asshole! Just leave my shit alone!" "Sorry you feel that way. I'm trying to do you a favor, but if there's nothing you want, then that's what you'll get! At least until you get to Mexico. See you later!" and with that, he left. Mike struggled furiously against his bonds as soon as John left, but it only served to pull the knots in the rope tighter. He was not getting loose no matter how hard he strained. It didn't help having his dick and balls all tightly held by his fly, either. Each movement only created friction and he actually found himself getting hard again. "Shit" he thought, as he willed his dick to soften up. "Just what I need is for you to get all worked up again." He finally gave up struggling, as John had turned out the light when he left and the room was pitch black anyway. Mike couldn't see the knots, only feel them, sort of. He tried to think of some way to trick John tomorrow, but was unsuccessful. He finally fell asleep, and had distorted dreams filled with swirling faces and cocks, coming and going around him, forcing their way into his body, mouths on his dick and balls, swirling tongues, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his dick-head. He woke only once, to find his cock pumping it's load all over his chest as it squirted in response to his dreamscape. "Fuck! A big mess that I can't even clean up! John'll see it and wonder how it happened! Oh well, let him wonder!" And he fell asleep again. Blinding flashes of light awoke him, and he rolled over to see John flicking the switch on and off rapidly. "Wake up precious! It's time to eat! Here, I'll even feed you so you don't have to get untied! And what's this we have here, big boy?" he said as he approached and saw the dried cum flecking Mike's chest hairs. "Looks like somebody managed to have a good time in spite of themselves, eh? Wait till I tell Carlos about this. His new toy can cum without touching itself!!" Mike was embarrassed, but unable to shield himself from John's probing fingers and gaze. "Here we go... open the tunnel so the train can come in" he said as he pushed a spoon of oatmeal at Mike's face. Mike decided to go ahead and eat as he knew that if he refused to eat, that John might not feed him again until they got to Mexico. So he ate. John gave him some juice to wash it down with and asked if he needed to use the bathroom. "Yes, if it's not too much trouble. Untie me so I can go." "You must think I'm real stupid. Come on, I'll hold it for you, or I'll wipe you, whatever you gotta do, but you're not getting loose until I turn you over to Carlos. So, you gotta pee, shit or both? You probably better do both now, because when I get back, we leave. I'll give you a shower before I load you up, but you'd better be ready for hours and hours without a pit stop." They took care of business, Mike again feeling strange having another man help him with this type of private business, but it was a relief to finally be able to go. John pulled his pants back up for him, but again pulled his dick and balls out of the fly, zipping it up part way to make the opening even smaller so as to be sure to keep the merchandise out in view. He said "I'm leaving now. I'll be back this afternoon. Last chance for stuff from your house." "How about my toothbrush and razor?" "OK, I'll bring some of your toiletries, but that's all." He again tied Mike to the pole, turned off the light and left. Mike tried to pass the time by plotting escape, but realized it was futile. Meanwhile, John went to Mike's apartment (he'd gotten the address from Mike's driver's license) and went in. It was sparsely furnished so he went to each closet to have a look. First he found another Stetson in the hall closet and a couple of Highway Patrol jackets. He took those out and put them on a chair. Next, in the bedroom, he gathered up all Mike's uniforms from the closet and took them to the pile on the chair in the living room. Back in the bedroom, he found a jewelry box on the dresser which quickly revealed another Highway Patrol badge, spare name plates, collar brass and another set of handcuff keys. At the closet again, a pair of high-gloss black shoes and another pair of black cowboy boots was located. Next he went to the bathroom and shaved, cut his hair quite short, and took a shower. He dressed himself in Mike's underwear, one of Mike's uniform shirts, and a pair of uniform pants. He finished by pulling on the pair of black cowboy boots he'd found in the closet. He admired himself in the mirror and made a few more snips to the hairs of his mustaches. He pinned the spare badge and nameplate onto the shirt and put on the Stetson. He really looked like a Highway Patrolman and his likeness to Mike was uncanny. Now he was ready to move on with his plan. He packed all the remaining uniforms, hats and boots into a duffel back and a carry bag he had found in the hall closet and took them downstairs to the patrol car. He went downstairs to see the landlady. He explained to her that there was a really big "hush-hush" investigation going on at the highway patrol into narcotics smuggling and cover-ups by some really high-up officials in Austin. That was why he was in disguise now. Did she think the mustache and brown contact lenses made him look different enough? Yes? Well good, but he was on a really secret mission and would be gone for at least 6 months, and here was 6 months rent in advance, and could she keep this secret? He was sure that his immediate superiors would be nosing around wondering where he'd gone when he didn't show up for work, but she should just tell him that he had left in disgust and wanted to get away from it all to get his head sorted out. Yes, it was OK to say he'd paid rent for 6 months, she was watching his stuff for him rather than put it in a mini-warehouse to be stolen. Yes, he'd be back in 6 months, but she was to have no idea where he was going. Tell them he'd mentioned going to Los Angeles or New York, but hadn't been specific, and that no, he hadn't left a forwarding address. She was thrilled at being "in the know" on a secret investigation, and promised to keep her mouth shut tighter than virgin on her wedding night, and for him to be real careful as there was lots of dangerous folks involved in drugs. "Yes Ma'am," he'd told her, laughing silently at how dangerous he could be if cornered. That obstacle cleared, he went to Mike's bank and repeated his tale to the clerk as he closed Mike's account and withdrew the money. The modestly unattractive clerk was most flattered by John's flirtatious ways and thrilled as he squeezed her hand tightly when he said good bye, that he'd be back in about 6 months and maybe, if she thought it would be all right, they could get together for a movie or something? She'd been quite pleased and would spend the next several days contemplating how it might be to be alone with that attractive highway patrolman! Six months was such a long time away, though. But he was just so handsome! John was quite happy with the days events. Two corroborating witnesses would tell the police and anyone else who cared that Mike had just up and left for 6 months for some personal reason that he didn't explain, both keeping the secret thinking they were serving a higher authority than the local law, aiding in the fight against drugs and corruption. Perfect. The Highway Patrol would not look for him for a week, when his vacation was over and he didn't show up for work. After that, no one would even begin to start looking for him for 6 months after talking to his landlady. By then all the trails would be completely cold! Mike was again blinded by the lights as they were switched on. He must have been dozing again, because he hadn't heard John approach or open the door. He blinked stupidly, trying to adjust his vision while John dropped his package to the floor. He noticed that John was in full Highway Patrol uniform and could only imagine what might have been happening today. "Well, everything's taken care of big boy! I guess we'll be leaving soon. But first, I'd better get you showered and shaved." He untied Mike from the pole, but left the rest of the ropes tied. He carefully stripped Mike's clothes from him, always being careful to make sure that only one hand or foot was free at any time. It took quite a while, but he wanted the clothes intact - Carlos would want them. Finally, Mike was naked and tied, ankles with about a foot of rope between so he could hobble along, hands tied behind his back. John stripped, exposing his own sizable dick and balls, and led Mike to the shower stall. He turned on the water, tested it and pushed Mike in. The stall was large enough for two people, although it did force a reasonable amount of body contact. There was also a small built-in, tiled bench on the wall opposite the shower head. John soaped himself up first, paying particular attention to his dick, pulling it this way and that, rubbing it against Mike's leg and crotch. Then he went to work on Mike, starting with his face. He slowly worked the soap all over, massaging the stubby cheeks and chin, working the soap lower down. He swirled it over the rising mounds of Mike's pecs, rubbing the slippery substance all around, swirling over the nipples, watching them stand up against his touch. He lathered Mike's arms and armpits, again kneading the large muscles, feeling them shy away from being touched. He laughed and worked his hand lower, over the ridges of Mike's taut abdomen, pressing firmly against the muscles he found there, letting trails of soap drift down lower and lower, until Mike's pubic hair was white. Then he followed the bubbles with his hands, massaging Mike's bush, lathering it up, trailing his fingers through the hairs, lower, onto the base of Mike's shaft, stroking it gently, lingering at the root, pushing, pulling. One hand slid below the dangling balls, cupping them and holding them up, relieving them from their own weight. They were slick with soap now too, and he began squeezing them, rolling them in his palm, between his fingers, as he tugged at Mike's dick. The captive dick began responding, swelling and lengthening until it was at full 8" attention. Mike's breathing had been getting deeper and heavier as his dick got heavier. John's dick was now fully hard, too, and he was getting anxious for some relief of his own. He pushed Mike down onto the seat, keeping hold of his balls, then soaping each leg individually with his free hand, all the while maintaining control of the other man's nuts. He washed Mike's feet, then released him and quickly lathered himself again and pulled Mike up. He turned him around and admired how Mike's broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, bubble butt, then flared out again at his thighs. Yes, all muscle, no fat, and unable to prevent what was going to happen next. He soaped the shoulders, feeling the muscles straining against their bonds, while he worked his way down the back to the waist. He then dropped lower and soaped the backs of Mike's legs, pushing them slightly apart as he did so. He could see the balls hanging between them, and he reached through and grabbed them swiftly. Mike cried out in surprise at the grip. John then ran the soap bar up and down Mike's crack a few times. He put the soap back in the dish and worked his hand into the nether reaches of Mike's cheeks. He lathered the soft hairs there well, and found the tiny hot spot that marked Mike's hole. He poked at it gently, feeling it tighten in resistance. He pressed again, and it was still tight. Oh yes, this was going to be good! He squeezed the balls one last time, stood up and pressed his hips against Mike's warm back-side. His dick slid between the cheeks as Mike tried to move forward. John could feel Mike's hand clutching at his stomach, trying to get a grip and rip him apart, so he reached his left hand around in front and again clamped it over Mike's balls. "Don't even think of hurting me, " he said "or you'll lose these before you know it" as he jerked the captive balls toward the floor. His other hand began roving over Mike's chest, feeling the hair matted against the skin as the soap kept things fluid and slick. His dick nudged closer to Mike's sphincter and finally found the mark. Mike tried to move again, but there was no place to go. John pressed harder and felt Mike open slightly. He pinched a nipple while squeezing the nut sack, pushed, and was rewarded with another inch of penetration. "NO!" cried Mike as he felt his asshole stretching to accommodate the invading cock. "YES!" yelled John as he shoved again, forcing his dick further into the resisting chute. He managed to get the head in when he felt Mike really clamp down. His cock almost exploded right there as the ring of muscle gripped and relaxed just under the glans. He paused while savoring the sensations, then as Mike relaxed to grip again, he pressed forward, pushing the widest part of his cock past the tight ring. From then on, it was easy, just slowly sliding deeper and deeper into the heat that was Mike's body. He was finally in to his pubic bone, and again felt that ultra-tight grip circle the base of his shaft. "Ahhhhhhhh" he moaned as he backed out to the glans. Grip, relax, push, pull... he began to time his thrusts to extract the most from each tightening of his prisoner's muscle. His dick was going wild! It had never been gripped like this during a fuck before.... he'd fucked other asses and there had definitely been a muscle around his cock, but not like this. It was so strong, just like the arms and shoulders he was looking at as he plunged back and forth into the soft heat. He felt the firmness of Mike's prostate as his dick-head rode back and forth over it, driving him wild with sensation He found he was really getting off to fucking this muscle stud. He only did guys as a course of business, had never found himself really attracted to men, although he could function quite well if necessary. But this experience was different. He was in complete control of the other man's body, able to touch, prod, poke and ram at will, and enjoyed feeling the muscles being held captive struggle against his assault. Man, he was really getting close! He couldn't hold out much longer like this and tried to back completely out for a few moments rest, but the muscle wouldn't relinquish it's grip. He squeezed Mike's balls again, trying to make him let up, but it only made the sphincter clamp even tighter. John exploded. "AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!!" he yelled as he felt his first shot erupt from his balls. The force felt like it should have blasted open a hole in Mike's head, so hard did he cum. Each succeeding shot was decreasingly powerful, but his body was totally wracked by the force of his orgasm. His hand continued working Mike's balls, while his right hand found the hard shaft and circled it. He began pumping it furiously, milking the big cock, trying to force it's load. Mike too had been on the verge of cumming for a few minutes. John's dick riding his prostate was almost more than he could take. His ass was doing things he'd never felt it do before, like it had a mind of it's own. Every time John hit his prostate, he could feel his own dick leak pre-cum, and his ass would clamp down on the invader. As John slid back, he felt it relax, and his dick dipped down. Then wham, another poke to the gland, another surge of pre-cum, another swelling of his dick as the pre-cum surged out, and uuunggh, as his balls were squeezed yet again. He felt John's grip around his balls increase dramatically, and heard his breath suck in as he clamped the cock in his ass one last time, then felt John's body go rigid as the orgasm came. The force of it brought him right to the edge, and when John's hand gripped his dick and began stroking, it was only moments before he was shooting his load all over the tile wall in front of him. His hands writhed helplessly in their bonds, trapped between their bodies, as his balls pumped wave after wave of sticky jizz onto the wall and seat. The fist gripping them had been most insistent at forcing every last drop out, and it was rewarded. He didn't think he'd have had that much cum left in him, since he'd now cum three times in less than 24 hours. Their bodies sagged to the seat as their orgasms spent themselves, John holding on to Mike's dick, while his left hand released the nuts and began caressing Mike's chest. The warm water splashed over them, rinsing away the remains of the soap, as Johns dick lost its tumescence and slowly slid out of the spot it had found such pleasure. Mike relinquished his grip on the invading pole, which was rapidly becoming a soft tube, and he finally felt it squirt out. He sighed in relief and exhaustion, as John continued to stroke various parts of his chest, face and abdomen. Finally, John pulled them both to their feet, washed and rinsed their hair, and turned off the water. He dried them both off, leaving Mike naked but replacing the wet ropes with dry ones so they wouldn't shrink and cut off circulation. He shaved his own face again and then Mike's. "Now we're all clean. You gotta use the room again? It's your last chance for quite a while." They both relieved themselves, then John dressed in Mike's uniform again and dressed Mike in another uniform of his. "OK dude, we're off to Mexico and your new home." He pushed the spare Stetson down on Mike's head then straightened it a little. "After that last little experience, I'm almost jealous of Carlos. I think he's gonna be real pleased with you. He just loves cops!" Mike just stared back at him. Fear was taking control again. He was being kidnapped, had just been forced to have sex with another man, and it looked like where he was being taken would just be more of the same. He had lost control of his life and his body! He had to find a way to get it back!