Pulled Over and Busted

Pulled And Busted

A Match Out In The Woods

By Dean The Destroyer

The big time wrestling show was in the neighbouring town and was guaranteed to be the best of the best. The promoters held back nothing and the matches and story lines were outstanding. Most of the good guys won and the bad guys lost, the female matches were even exciting, all this action and cheap beer, what more could anybody want on a hot summer night. On the drive home the three young bucks talked of the matches and moves, how the blood flowed and how high off the top ropes the daredevils flew. It was probably all this testosterone talk that distracted Ben from his duties as designated driver.


Hot night indeed, and not a car in sight, so Officer Todd radioed in, an hour break for dinner would be nothing. After all, at 26 years old and a police officer for 6 of those years he knew that this corner of the county was the dead zone. Hell, he could sleep through the shift and never get a call or see a car, let alone on these back roads have any reason not to take a break, but being a good cop, he still radioed in his dinner break. No sooner had he pulled off the gravel road onto the only paved two lane highway in this neck of the woods he noticed the car heading toward him 100 yards away was swerving enough to make him concerned. Flipping on his red and blue lights and blocking the road, Officer Todd decided to check it out before he called it in and ruined his peaceful night.

Bringing the open-air Jeep to a stop on the shoulder of the road, Ben did the smart thing and straightened up in his seat. Presenting officer Todd with his license and registration, Ben started blabbering on about the wrestling matches and how the conversation had gotten exciting and how he had not had a drink and how they were freshmen on the college wrestling team and how he was really sorry for swerving across the yellow line and how he didn’t have any beer at the show and on and on and on.

After looking over Ben who seemed more nervous than drunk, Officer Todd had decided to let the guys go. With the mentioning of the wrestling matches though, Todd was going to make small talk of how those matches were fake and how he felt most of those wrestlers could not survive in a real fight.

Just as Todd was about to direct them to take it easy on the rest of the drive a voice from the back seat muttered, “they could kick your doughnut eaten ass.”

Dead silence.

“Well boys it looks like your drunk buddy just cost you a night in jail. First, I will need to search the car, and you better hope I don’t find anything that will put you behind bars for more than the one night till you all sober up.”

Officer Todd directed Ben to step out the Jeep first. Ben was just at 5’ 9” tall, solid build, well proportioned, but not really defined, just a straight up and down body. His red hair set off his boyish good looks. Once face down on the ground, Nate was the next out from the passenger door.

Nate looked more like a swimmer than a wrestler, about 6’2” he was tall and lanky. Broad square shoulders tapered down to a thin waist that led into defined but not big legs, nice looking but not one to catch your eye. Handcuffing Ben’s wrist to Nate’s ankle, Todd knew these two wouldn’t make a run for it while he ordered the loud mouth asshole in the back seat to get out the Jeep, plus he only had two sets of handcuffs.

Chuck hoisted himself up by the roll bar and jumped to the ground behind the Jeep where Officer Todd had directed him. Chuck was The Man. At 6’ 3” tall he looked Todd in the eye, his 240 pounds were evenly dispersed over his frame and his crooked, once broken nose made the 18 year old look rough and mean. Long blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail made Chuck’s tan look darker and his thick muscular neck made his traps look huge. Melon size shoulders protruded from the tight wife beater tee shirt he wore; this shirt was of course so tight it showed off his square muscled chest nicely. The tufts of curly blonde chest hair were visible from the top of the shirt which was tucked into Chuck’s tight well worn blue jeans, the pants tapered down Chuck’s tight ass down his legs to a pair of brown size 14 cowboy boots. Facing the back of the Jeep, Todd handcuffs the big cat’s wrist to the side roll bar.

Now officer Todd has got Ben and Nate in the back of his patrol car and has moved it back onto the gravel side road, he slowly moves the boy’s jeep with big Chuck jogging behind well off the highway.

“Maybe we see how good of a wrestler you are”, Todd calls back to his captive in tow.

“Kick your ass again if you want me to” is Chuck’s reply. The cop parks the jeep and takes off his gun belt, his shoulder walkie talkie, and his dark blue police shirt, leaving him standing there in his black police issued, size 15 steel toed, boots, tight blue police slacks, black driving gloves and white form fitting t-shirt. At 6’ 2” tall and now weighing in at 289 solid pounds, Todd is an imposing figure during the day or in the full moonlight, that is the only illumination at this point in the evening. The military buzz hair cut is about the only hair on this beast of an officer, his high and tight sets off his square chin, broad square shoulders, and massive chest, the rest of Todd is as firm and tight, even his bubble butt. With 21-inch guns Todd was the envy of the police force, and the gym. Not too many people matched up to him in size and stature.

With Chuck still handcuffed to the jeep’s roll bar, Todd has him grip the top of the roll bar stretching the big cat out. Proper police procedure is to frisk everyone and Todd follows this procedure well. Starting at Chuck’s bare forearms Todd runs his gloved hands down his arms, grasps his biceps and squeezes, continues down to Chuck’s hairy pits and then around to and under his snug wife beater. A solid check of Chuck’s big firm pecs and a squeeze on the little nipples insures there is no foreign object under this shirt. Following the contour of the outstretched lats, Todd frisks Chuck’s jeans waistband, lower back and rippling six-pack. Moving lower, Todd pats down the jeans filling quads and hamstrings, down Chuck’s right leg over his big calf that barely fits into his boots, then up the left leg. Almost satisfied Todd needs to finish the pat down, placing his huge paws on each of Chuck’s ass cheeks he slowly runs his left thumb and forefinger up and down the crack between those two tight cheeks. Satisfied so far Todd’s hand reaches up between the legs and grips the balls of Chuck held in those fraying jeans, a slight squeeze and Todd moves both hands to the front where finally his right hand grips a rigged cock that is nestled in the right pant leg.

“What do you use this little toy for?” Todd chides Chuck as he massages the cock to confirm it is not dangerous.

“It’s bigger than that thing you call a dick” Chucks says and is quickly rewarded with a fist to the right kidney from the less than amused cop. “You cried like a bitch the last time I gave it to you up the ass, remember?” again Todd rewards Chuck’s smart mouth with four shots, two to each kidney. Grabbing the back waistband of Chuck’s jeans, Todd pulls the big guy out from the jeep and knees him hard from behind squarely in the nuts.

These two have fought before in my gym, twice, each bruiser has taken one win and this looks like it is going to be the deciding match. Both previous matches were brutal, one in the converted racquetball court that is set up as a wrestling ring and one in the converted court that is just a padded room. I don’t think Ben or Nate realize what a treat they are in for to see these two studs battle in the woods in a loser gets fucked match.

Todd grabs Chuck’s blonde ponytail and presses his swelling cock up against his tight butt and whispers into Chuck’s ear, “remember how you sucked on my ‘night stick’ before I flipped you over and made you beg forgiveness? I am going to take the handcuffs off now, you and me, here and now, lets fight for top honours.” Todd said uncuffing his opponent.

The click of the lock and Chuck throws a right legged donkey kick up between Todd’s legs, finding it’s mark in the officer’s crotch. The cop backs away and Chuck swings around and lands a hard right across Todd’s check. Grabbing the scruff of Todd’s neck and the back of his pants, Chuck runs him chest first into a solid pine tree. Holding his opponent in place, Chuck lands several solid knees to the small of Todd’s back. The big officer’s back spreads out from his small waist and obscures the sight of the tree, clutching those lats, Chuck rams Todd’s chest up against the tree.

Turning the cop around so he can punish those solid abs held in place by the way to small t-shirt of Todd’s, Chuck is met with a spinning backhand fist that knocks him off balance. Twisting his hand into Chuck’s long mane, Todd holds his foe’s head in a partial side headlock and pounds into the forehead hoping to split it open. From this position Chuck grabs the cop’s waist hoists him up and drops him down onto a bent knee, freeing him from the headlock. Now it is Todd’s turn to be surprised as he turns around just in time to see Chuck diving at him full force. The two collide and both go to the ground with a thud. Lots of short jabs and rolling around allows neither guy to get the upper hand, till finally Todd traps Chuck in a leg scissors around the young buck’s waist.

From a side mount position Todd rips off the kid’s wife beater and entwines his left hand into his ponytail, pulling back on the hair Todd has the chance to punish his captive’s chest. Locking his boots, Todd squeezes the entrapped waist between his thighs; since Chuck’s shirt is torn off the opportunity to pound on the big square pecs presents itself. Those gloved sledgehammers by Todd are bruising Chuck’s chest nicely, for 18 Chuck sure has a solid patch of blonde fur covering his upper body, and entwining one’s fingers into it and pulling can cause some pain as Todd is demonstrating.

The pain and lack of oxygen are getting to Chuck and in a desperate move he hits Todd’s chin with a couple of lucky elbows, getting the chance to free himself from the vice like leg scissors. Barely getting to all fours, Chuck’s left arm is snatched up and twisted, his abs are met with the steel toe of Todd’s boot, not once but twice, then stepping back and just before Todd can deliver a third boot, Chuck with all his might pulls Todd off balance and to the ground. Keeping Todd in a prone position by snagging one of those big boots, Chuck can drop an elbow onto the cop’s crotch.

While Todd rolls up into the foetal position, Chuck peels Todd’s tight tee shirt up over his big torso and masks the big bitch with his own clothes. Hooded, Todd cannot see Chuck, who pulls him to a standing position and drives the point of his boots into Todd’s midsection. Once doubled over Todd is open for several knees to the forehead. With Todd unable to see what is happening, Chuck drives three big knees into Todd’s face, with the third shot Chuck releases the back of Todd’s head and lets him fly backwards to the ground.

Upon hitting solid earth, the big cop scrambles to free himself from his own tee shirt, just in time to see Chuck’s 240-pound frame flying toward his laid out body. Chuck would have landed perfectly perpendicular to Todd’s body if Todd had not instinctively pulled his legs up and caught Chuck in the midsection. After catching some oxygen, both these big boys are on their feet and squaring off against each other. Chuck charges in and is met by Todd, who drops a shoulder and scoops the raging bull up onto his shoulder. With a few solid steps Todd drives Chuck’s back, up against the trunk of a yellow pine tree.

This kind of pine is known for its resilience, the sap is highly flammable and the seeds, even after a fire germinate rather quickly. The heart of the yellow pine was often cut for wood slats that were used in flooring in southern homes. The bark is rough and brittle, thus creating all kinds of sharp edges in its texture. With Chuck pinned between his shoulder and the trunk of this rough pine tree bark, Todd scrapes the big cat’s back up and down the tree three or four times.

Chuck hits Officer Todd with a “double axe handle” fist to the square of the cop’s back, this drops him to a knee but Todd comes right back up into Chuck’s gut with his shoulder and drives him back to the tree. Pinning Chuck’s shoulders back by driving a big Popeye forearm up under Chuck’s chin, Todd fires three big fists into the midsection of Chuck. Clutching up under Chuck’s jaw, Todd pulls the big guy out into the middle of the opening, rearing back with his right gloved fist Todd roundhouses Chuck into tomorrow.

The big young stud is face down in the grass, and the cop using the sole of his boot checks for signs of life by rubbing it over the fallen stud’s ass. The youngster raises himself up to all fours, shakes his head of the cobwebs and is driven back down to the forest floor by a huge elbow drop to the back of his head. Todd sits on the small of Chuck’s back and rubs his salty sweat into the bleeding gashes, slapping the back of Chuck’s head Todd asks “are you ready to service your master?”

Since there is no response Todd grabs the ponytail of his foe and knocks on the ground as if on the door of a castle, each strike is matched with a pause to wait for an answer. The fourth such knocking brings a murmured response, “yes, I give.”

Keeping a hold of Chuck’s hair, Todd stands him up, grabs the back of his jeans and runs Chuck across the hood of his cruiser. Todd finds Chuck on the opposite side of the car, making his way to his feet, with that Todd plants a boot deep into Chuck’s rib cage. Todd assists Chuck up and leads him to the back of Ben’s jeep. While Chuck again grabs the top of the roll bar, Todd re-handcuffs him. Twisting the captive around by the waist, Todd holds Chuck’s right elbow above his head and punches the exposed nipple before him. He then unbuttons the well-worn blue jeans on his prisoner, twisting him around again he exposes Chuck’s ass. Peeling down those jeans, Todd reveals a sun-tanned ass that is firm and tight.

With one hand holding Chuck in place Todd’s other hand unsnaps his own pants, unzips the fly, and pulls down his silk boxers to release his swelling cock. Todd bitch slaps Chuck’s ass, spreads the cheeks apart and without as much as a lick of spit rams his fat cock up Chucks hole. Forcibly tearing the asshole up, Todd clenches the 6’ 2” stud’s bloody traps drives in hard, until he cums and cums and cums. Before exiting that pretty ass, Todd again uses the ponytail of Chuck, pulls his head back and whispers in his ear while stroking Chuck’s 12-inch cock “now it’s your turn to be a man. I took the fall, but you get to fuck my ass.”

Pulling out, slapping the back of Chuck’s head and unlocking the handcuffs, Todd turns around, grips the windshield end of his patrol car’s hood, and steadies himself for a solid fuck. He is not disappointed; Chuck pushes his cock up Todd’s ass, and starts banging the cop’s forehead against the hood. “Squeal pig squeal!” Finally, Chuck drives in one more hard time and releases his load.



Pulling up his jeans, Chuck turns around to face Todd who unloads a big forearm across Chuck’s face, one last time using Chuck’s ponytail as a grip Todd pulls him up, scoops him up and body slams him on the front hood of the patrol car. With one hand on Chuck’s dick and his other forearm under his chin, Todd head butts Chuck in the abs. He then scoops him back up and throws him into the back of Ben’s jeep. Opening the back door to his patrol car, Todd pulls Ben and Nate out, unlocks the handcuffs, and pushes the two towards the jeep, “Oh, you three boys, have a nice day” is the big cop’s final warning, as Officer Todd climbs into his cruiser and drives away.