Eckert maintained contact with Tom's forehead as he cocked his head to the side a little and whispered, "Lesson two." He pulled up higher and harder on the jeans. "Take what you want."
"C'mere, guys," Eckert said over his shoulder. "You got the stuff?"
"Yeah," one of them answered as they approached. He handed something to Eckert, then he and the other man took their places on either side of the captive officer. They gripped his arms as Eckert stood back.
"Let's go!" Eckert commanded, and the men holding Tom pulled him away from the side of the car, turned him around, and pushed him face down over the hood. The motions were making him sick to his stomach, and he desperately fought the urge to vomit. One of the men moved away, but the other still held him by one arm, forcing Hanson down against the vehicle. He grabbed Tom by the hair and pulled his head up as Eckert approached.
"Now," Eckert said, "we can't have you attracting any attention to us, can we?" He stuffed a large, wadded up piece of material into Tom's mouth, forcing it as far back into his throat as he could. Hanson gagged on the size as much as the foul taste of whatever was on it. Eckert then took one of the lengths of thin rope he was holding and wrapped it around the young man's head twice so that it held the cloth in place. He tied it securely at the back of his head, the rope digging painfully into Tom's mouth and face. Eckert shoved Tom's head back down and grabbed his right arm, pulling it up high behind his back. The man holding Tom's left arm did the same, and Eckert wrapped the rope around tightly around his captive's wrists.
After restraining Hanson, Eckert gripped his left shoulder and pressed his body up against him. Hanson fought to breathe through his broken nose as the gag was cutting off all air supply through his mouth. He felt Eckert's body against him, and to his horror felt the pressure of something hard against his ass. Oh God…please…get me out of here. He lifted his head and looked around, hoping to see someone or something to help him, but there was nothing but darkness.
Satisfied that the ropes were secure, Eckert roughly turned Tom over onto his back. He moved his knee between Hanson's legs, separating them and applying pressure to the sensitive area there as he leaned over and began to caress Tom's hair and face.
Hanson was feeling sicker by the minute. Besides the pain from his injuries, he was growing more and more frightened about what Eckert might do to him. His breathing was becoming laborious, and his stomach was twisting into knots. His split lip had begun to bleed again, soaking the cloth that was in his mouth.
Eckert could see the apprehension in Tom's eyes as he stared at him fearfully. He could sense the panic rising as the officer struggled to breathe. He could feel him try to maneuver away from Eckert's unwanted touches, but he was held down securely by one of the other men. Eckert's excitement grew with the anticipation of what was to come.
"Now, now…" Eckert cooed as he ran his fingers along the bruised flesh of Tom's face and down along his neck. "Don't be scared. Remember, it's why you sent me to prison, right? To learn my lesson?" He laughed a little before bringing his face down close to Tom's and putting his tongue out, sliding it along Tom's jaw from his chin to his ear, leaving a putrid wet, sticky trail. He reached Tom's ear and bit gently on the lobe, then ran his tongue around the inside, breathing heavily into it and whispering huskily, "I need to teach you a lesson."
Hanson whimpered and turned his head to the side, trying to pull away, but Eckert's tongue continued its journey, moving down his exposed neck. Eckert began to suck and bite at the tender skin there, moaning softly as his did and placing a hand between Tom's legs, firmly grasping and rubbing the denim covered crotch.
Tom was still whimpering and squirming, trying to get away from the unwelcome touches, but this only seemed to encourage his assailant. Helplessness overtook him and the tears came. He wept quietly as Eckert's mouth moved all over his neck, biting and sucking, leaving his mark wherever it went. Hanson managed to catch the eye of the other man who was holding him down by the shoulders, but the eyes were void of any compassion, and so he simply turned his gaze to the heavens, staring blankly at the sky as the assault continued.
Eckert finished smothering Tom's neck with his mouth, leaving it covered with dark marks. "Got you all worked up, don't I, boy?" he said as he gripped Tom's crotch tighter. Eckert moved his hand to the waistband of Tom's jeans, hooking his fingers inside as his other hand began to unhook the leather belt surrounding the young man's waist.
Hanson's heart froze as the dark thoughts that had been hiding in the back of his mind suddenly burst forward. He shook his head. No…no…this isn't happening…please. He began to writhe below Eckert, trying to get away from the prying hands and offering up muffled pleas through the cloth in his mouth.
"Settle down…you're gonna like this," Eckert said calmly as he slid one hand firmly up Hanson's chest.
But Tom's panic overtook him. He fought harder and began screaming into the gag.
Eckert had had enough. He used both hands to grab Tom by the shirtfront, pulled him up, and then slammed him back down hard against the hood of the car. "STOP moving, motherfucker!" He pushed away the other man who had been helping to hold the captive man. "Get the fuck away! I'll take care of him!" He jerked Hanson up slammed him down again.
Tom was crying hard now, crazy with fear and desperate to get away. He continued to struggle, even though these newest blows had him teetering on the edge of consciousness. Eckert grabbed Tom's throat with one hand and squeezed it, pushing down hard. Tom began to see dark spots in front of his eyes as both his air and the blood circulation to his brain were cut off, but there was no mistaking the sight of Eckert's other hand as he brought it up quickly, holding a small handgun that he instantly pressed against the side of Hanson's head.
"I said stop moving, asshole!" he shouted into Tom's face. "Or I'll take this gun and blow your fucking cop brains all over this car! Now STOP moving!"
The gun pressed harder against Tom's head and he heard the click as Eckert switched the safety off. He tried his best to stay still, but still his body heaved with the effort to breathe. Eckert let go of Hanson's throat and ran the barrel of the gun slowly down his face until he reached the rope that was holding the gag in place. He followed the rope with the gun until he reached Tom's mouth, forcing the barrel into it as he whispered, "Good boy. Now…let's try this again, shall we?"
This felt kind of short, but I wanted to get it published so I went ahead and put it up. Sorry to drag this out so long. Or maybe not. That's part of the fun, isn't it? :-) Another update soon, I promise! Thanks for reading and reviewing!