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Teddy Beck swung his tight Levis clad legs out of his Ferrari and walked with his customary swagger across to the pub. As he got out, the sunlight hit him full blast, illuminating him as it were to all and sundry in front of the small town square. If he hadn’t been so busy admiring his walk in the glass door of the pub as he approached it, he would have probably noticed that he was observed with great interest by a group of nondescript guys across the street. All he could think off as he approached the pub was that he had a swagger non pareil and that there were few men who could be boast of being handsome, rich and successful as well.

This was no idle boast. Teddy was very handsome indeed. 25 years old, 6ft 2 inches of hard muscle, tousled brown hair and rugged good looks had earned him many admiring looks from women and some men as well. A successful real estate agent at 25 with a lot of vintage money where he came from, added to his appeal. With the world at his feet as he thought, he cared very little for people or relationships. He loved flaunting his looks and physique by wearing tight jeans and T’s. The low waist of his jeans bound by a thick brown belt just revealed the outline of designer white jockey shorts. He loved flaunting his success by wearing a Rolex watch, two rings on each hand, a thick gold bracelet, and chain with pendant. A small gold stud screwed in one ear completed his rather flashy ensemble. In short, as he stood outside that square that summer morning, he spelt “money” “sex” and “arrogance” to all who observed him, not the least those four nondescript guys. Ted thought that he was the ultimate male. Ted always thought that was born to dominate.

On his way to check out an estate out from the city, he had not bargained on such a rough and lonely road. This pub was a relief. After spending half an hour there, he again got into the car and sped down the road in search of this elusive property little dreaming that in little more than a couple of hours life would never be the same again.

After about half an hour of hard driving down the road Ted hurtling at a rate well above the speed limit, thought he could hear the sound of a police siren. Looking at his side mirror, he caught sight of a car running down on him from behind. There were four policemen in the car. The car came up beside him and the driver beckoned him to pull up. Cursing under his breath, he slowed down and stopped the car by the side of the road. The car stopped just behind him and all four police men jumped out. Jumped out with great alacrity thought Ted. A hard tap of cop’s knuckle on his window, made him draw it down and he asked “Whadya want?” arrogantly. “You were speeding down this road at above the speed limit, punk. Lemme have a look at your license” came the reply. Swearing softly, he drew his wallet out and handed over the license to the cop. By that time, all four cops had surrounded his car. “Hey Jimmy, take a look at this will you. I wanna check out this punks car” said the cop flinging the license to his colleague at the back. Putting his head inside the car, he sniffed and said “ I smell pot in here”. “Hey man, you crazy or what” said Ted. “Step out of the car punk” came out of the reply. Ted continued to protest. The request was repeated this time very sternly. Ted had no option but to open the door and step outside. The cop then opened the back door and said “ I am gonna have to check out this joint” and rummaging the back seat for a while, he held out a small white packet and said “Hey what’s this. Talcum Powder??” he asked Ted. Ted said that he did not know what he was talking about. At that moment the other cop said “Sir, this license has expired”. At that Ted knew that he was in deep trouble. He did not show it out however and continued to argue and berate the cops in his highhanded way. “Get into the car boy. We’r taking you to our joint for some questioning” was the answer and pushing him, shoving him roughly, all four of them gripped him hard under the arms and pushed him into the back seat of their car”. One of them, walked off to his car, drove it down a small side road and left it there out of sight of the main road. He then got into the other and all of them drove off down another side road, with their captive.

Wedged in between the cops at the back, Ted had the feeling of unreality. That this could not be happening to him. He was uncomfortable with the way the cops had wound their arms around him, one hand resting on his thigh, the other on his neck and yet another gently stroking his bare arm as if unconsciously. Ted was so obviously straight and did not take these signs was warnings for what was to come.

At last after a long ride, the car pulled up outside a small station. An isolated station in the middle of nowhere. As he glanced at it, Ted, couldn’t help noticing that it looked more like a small house than a policestation. However he had no choice. He was all alone with four cops and while he knew that he could have taken on any one or two of them, he would be quickly overpowered by all of them. The best option was to wait and wriggle out of the situation. How did that pot get into the car?? How lax of him to let his license expire!!

Ted was taken into the station. As he walked in, he saw that it was indeed a house. He was shoved roughly in and told to sit down in the chair in the front room. Three guys kept guard while the “head cop” went in. He could not help noticing how they kept gazing at him and for the first time started feeling uncomfortable. The head cop came out with a long jobstick. Motioning Ted with it, he said “Get up, face the wall, put your arms out and on the wall”. Ted had no choice but to do so. The cop came up from behind and kicked Teds legs wide apart.

To be continued…..