Officer Steve Johnston became aware of his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit room. A single naked light bulb threw a ghostly pale light over prison gray walls. He tried to sit up, but he hadn't the strength, not yet anyway. A throbbing in his head and a memory of what had happened made him close his eyes in anger.
"That fucker drugged me, shit"
As his senses cleared he realized he was lying on a mattress on the floor, and he was naked.
"He took my fucking uniform, the Lieutenant is going to go ape over this"
He felt strong enough to sit up. As he did so he realized he was not alone. On another mattress lay a sleeping form, the nude body of a slimly muscled form. He recognized the shape, he had seen it many times in the showers back at the station.
"Jake!" He rushed forward. He was relieved to find that his pal was alive. He gently slapped the sleeping cops face, "Jake, Jake, you there buddy?"
There was no response. Steve sat back, he looked around. There were no windows. He checked the door. It was firmly locked from the outside. He went back to Jake. He had always admired his pal. Jake was a good cop, and Steve was going to rescue him from whatever hell they were now in. he looked down at the sleeping form. He couldn't resist the urge to gently stroke his hand across Jake's smoothly muscled swimmer's physique. He had always dreamed of transferring to the squad cars, with Jake as his partner. He suddenly realized that his hand had paused over Jake's nipple. He snatched his hand away in embarrassment.
Jake's eyelids fluttered. Steve held him by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Jake, Jake, wake up"
Jake opened his eyes. "Wha…, what the fuck, Steve?"
"Yeah buddy, wake up, we sure are in trouble"
Jake was awake now, groggily forcing himself to sit up.
"My uniform, where's my fucking uniform?"
"I figure that guy took it. Stripped up both while we were doped"
"Oh shit. The guy in the pickup with the menthol cigarettes!"
Steve helped his buddy to his feet then they both explored the small cell. Concrete wall, floor and ceiling. And a single, metal door that didn't want to move an inch.
"I figure we're going nowhere till that guy lets us out"
"Adam"
"Yeah Adam, that's the fuckers name"
They sat on the mattresses talking quietly. Making plans for overpowering Adam when he came in, escaping from this place and hauling their captor's sorry ass back to the station.
Time went by and nothing happened. Maybe Adam had deserted them. Maybe he had left them to starve, or worse, maybe he had called the station and told the Lieutenant where they were. The next guy through that door might be a furious Lieutenant Bellows. If it was then they could wave goodbye to their careers.
They didn't know what time it was, or even how long it had been since they had been knocked out. Eventually they lapsed into silence, unaware of the gentle hiss of escaping gas coming through a small hole in the door.
"Jake, you asleep buddy?" Steve whispered to his pal.
Jake sat up. "No, I'm awake"
"Gee, Jake, I'm real sorry I didn't figure out what that guy was doing. When you went missing I should have figured it was more than a bad radio". Steve hung his head in shame. He really wanted to be the tough guy, the guy who rescued his buddy from the evil kidnapper.
Jake moved across to Steve's mattress. "Hey buddy, no sweat. I shouldn…t have let him nab me like that. Putting you in danger, that's no way for a pal to act" he put his arm around Steve's shoulder, like any pal would. He felt a shudder go through Steve's body. He was aware of the strong musculature of his pals back. He felt strange, horny. He looked down at his thickening cock. He looked across. Steve's dick was erect, solid. He wanted to plunge his mouth over that big, fat dick. Steve lifted his head, turned to him. There was a brief pause as they each took in the look in the others eyes. Then they moved smoothly together, their mouths met and they slid gently back onto the mattress, bodies entwined.
Outside the door, Adam was watching every move through the spy hole. His playthings were in the throes of unstoppable sex. He turned off the cylinder of aphrodisiac gas, then he reached down and started pulling on his own bulging meat.
The two muscular cops fucked each other in every conceivable way. And when they could fuck no more they fell back on the mattress, exhausted. Their arms wrapped lovingly around each other.
Adam looked down at the cum stained door. Whew, that was some session. He exchanged the cylinder for a different one and turned on the gas. He put on the gas mask hanging by the door and waited. When he was ready he unlocked and entered the cell. The two cops hadn't even been aware that Adam was putting them to sleep again. He pulled up Jake's sweat covered, cum stained, unconscious body and carried him out. Then he returned for Steve.
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