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before Kaspar realized what was happening, the cuffs had been buckled around his wrists. “Is this really necessary?” he asked.
    “All you have to do is tell me you don’t want this and I’ll let you go free.”
    That wasn’t going to happen, and Reno had to know it. Whatever kind of kinky game the cop wanted to play, Kaspar was fully on board with it.
    Without ceremony, Reno grabbed the waistband of Kaspar’s shorts and yanked them down to his knees. Kaspar didn’t have any underwear on and he blushed, knowing the cop had a great view of his rigid cock.
    “Looks like I’m going to have to investigate this a little more closely…” Reno took hold of Kaspar’s shaft near the head, rubbing his calloused thumb over the tip and smearing pre-cum around it. Kaspar tried not to moan or give any indication how much he enjoyed this treatment. But the way he rose up on his toes as the officer tugged his dick, as well as his tense, hoarse breaths, were clear evidence of his excitement.
    Reno continued to play with him, taking him closer to the brink with every stroke. With his hands restrained, Kaspar couldn’t steady himself against the side of the vehicle, couldn’t do anything but let Reno extract every ounce of pleasure from his willing body.
    “You gonna come for me?” Reno breathed in his ear.
    “Mmm…” Kaspar gnawed at his lip, trying to hold back for just a few moments longer. But when the cop ran a finger, slick with saliva, over Kaspar’s arsehole, the extra stimulation broke the last of his self-control. He threw his head back and howled as his spunk shot out, splashing across the car door…
    Kaspar lay back, staring at the ceiling. His breath came in hard gasps and when he glanced down the length of his body, he saw cum puddled in his belly button. He sat up, needing to clean himself before he dressed and went down to join Ellie for dinner.
    He hoped the squeaking of the bedsprings hadn’t alerted her to what he’d been doing.
    Jerking yourself off over some dirty pictures in a magazine with the woman who’s been kind enough to take you in busy downstairs. What’s come over you?
    The emotion he felt was not guilt, however. Instead, it was a gnawing need to find someone who would enjoy giving and receiving the same kind of treatment he’d received at the hands of his fantasy police officer. Someone who could be by turns strong, tender, playful, even a little cruel if his behavior demanded it. That couldn’t be too much to ask, surely?
    He’d been alone for long enough. Maybe this new start in a foreign city would finally bring the guy he craved into his life.

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    What am I doing in a place like this?
    Jon almost turned round and fled the bar as soon as he’d entered. The music—a tune he half-remembered from a few years back, some thumping fusion of Madonna and ABBA—was a fraction too loud to make conversation. All around, people were raising their voices in order to be heard over the dance beat. Close by him, a woman in a tiny skirt and towering heels shrieked with laughter in response to something one of her friends had said.
    What else should he have expected? It was Friday night—a chance for people to forget about the stresses of work and party like nothing else mattered. This bar, like the ones that had sprung up in the SouthGate shopping development by the railway station, was designed to attract a young, affluent, well-dressed crowd. Jon’s decision to go for a drink had been a spur of the moment one, and he’d come straight from the university campus. In his old tweed jacket and brown corduroy trousers, he felt distinctly out of place.
    Originally, he’d intended to have a pint in one of his favorite pubs, beside the Theatre Royal. The staff there were friendly, the beer well-kept and he knew he could happily sit and read a book without being bothered or made to feel like a freak for drinking on his own. But when he’d walked in, he’d been stopped in his