Officer Steve Johnston rode steadily through the great open woods of Wisconsin. His big police bike tucked firmly between his thighs. His eagle eyes on the lookout. It was a beautiful spring day and the trees were as green as emeralds, but he didn't even notice. He was searching for his pal, Officer Jake Woods. Jake hadn't called in for some time and he was worried. Jake was a reliable, by-the-book cop. If he hadn't called in then there was a reason.
He had been riding for a while when he saw a pickup ahead. It was standing at the roadside, its hood up. A tall, strong looking man was sitting on a log nearby, smoking. Warily, Steve pulled in.
"Morning Officer", said the man. "Two cops in two hours, seems I'm really lucky today".
Steve decided to say nothing about Jake, not yet anyway.
"Morning Sir, what seems to be the problem?"
"Damn pickup blew out on me. Can't see what the problem is, and I only hired it yesterday".
Steve moved to the front of the truck. He looked inside, nothing was obviously wrong but then he was no mechanic.
"Er, you said two cops Sir…"
"Yep, Officer Woods. He stopped here just over an hour or so back, tried to call for a mechanic but he figured his radio was out. Drove off that way, said he would call in at the next town, dunno how far that is. Hey, my names Adam" he held out his hand in a friendly gesture. Steve took it. A firm handshake. He looked the man up and down. Well built, plaid shirt, jeans, lumber boots. Seems like a decent sort. He was aware that Adam was checking him out too.
Adam looked at the cop. The badge on his chest said Johnston. Same height as himself but more muscular, must work out a lot. That uniform seemed to fit him perfectly. Probably into martial arts as well, the confident sort of guy who reckons he can handle himself anywhere. He was impressed. He noted that the cop seemed a lot more relaxed once he had mentioned the radio, must have been out looking for that other cop, Woods.
He offered the pack of cigarettes. "Try one of these, new menthol type, kicks like the regular sort, but a lot healthier."
Steve hesitated. He really could use one but he knew the Lieutenant didn't like his boys smoking on duty. Oh well, what the hell. You couldn't get more isolated than this stretch of road in these endless woods. He took a cigarette from the pack and leaned forward as Adam flicked his lighter.
It took only one pull to confirm what Adam had said, boy did it kick!
"Whew, some jolt there"
"Yup, and it gets better. Try holding the smoke in as long as possible".
Steve took another pull. He held the smoke as long as possible in his lungs before starting to exhale. He staggered. His mind was starting to spin. He couldn't focus right. Felt dizzy, couldn't think. He was aware of Adam stepping forward, putting an arm around his waist, holding him upright. He could hear Adam's voice, soothing, speaking - "Yeah, that's right, breathe it in, breathe it all in"
Adam's hand was under his own hand guiding it back to his face. Helping him insert the cigarette back in his mouth. Without knowing what he was doing he took another, instinctive pull. He felt he was floating. This was such a good, euphoric feeling. He felt himself leaning against Adam for support. The other guy's hand had moved down to his chest. He was running his fingers over Steve's uniform. He didn't understand what was happening, and he didn't care, he felt so good.
Adam helped him take another pull, then another. Steve couldn't keep his eyes open, the cigarette fell from his numb fingers. He was only just aware of Adam holding him close, lowering him gently to the ground. He was only vaguely aware of the sound of Adam walking to the pickup.
Steve started to breathe normally, his mind was slowly clearing. Whatever was in that cigarette was powerful, but it didn't last long. He fought to think straight. Adam had drugged him! He felt a wave of anger, he was going to take care of that guy, beat the shit out of him, maybe even fuck him up the arse, violently. That would teach him to mess about with one of Wisconsin's finest.
He tried to sit up but he was still woozy. He could see Adam walking back from the truck, something white in his hand.
"After a high like that, Office Johnston, I think you need a nice long sleep". He carefully placed the white cloth over Steve's face covering his mouth and nose. Steve could smell the sickly sweet odor of chloroform. He tried to push the hand away but he had no strength left. He felt the fumes seep into his system. He relaxed back onto the ground, drifting, drifting. Adam's face was fading from view, then the whole world faded from view as he passed into a dreamless sleep.
Adam looked down at the unconscious cop. He ran his hands up and down the big muscular helpless body. Feeling the strong firm physique under the freshly laundered uniform. He felt the urge to undo the big, black gun belt, open the cops pants and wrap his hot, wet mouth around the muscular cops big, thick dick. He paused. "Later" he sighed.
He gently lifted the cop into a sitting position, his head lolling forward. He pulled him up and over his shoulder in a smooth, practiced move. The cop was heavy but Adam was strong. He carried him over to the pickup and carefully laid him on the back.
He looked down at the cops vacant, sleeping face and smiled, this was going to be one great day.
He strode off into the wood wheeling Steve's bike to where it couldn't be seen from the road. Moments later he returned with another sleeping cop over his shoulder. He lay the new cop next to the first, the badge on his chest said Woods. He pulled a large piece of tarpaulin over the two unconscious hunks and closed the tailgate.
"Two cops in two hours, seems I'm really lucky today".
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