Joshua

" 'Morning, sir!"
"Hiya, Josh!"
"Hey, Lou!"
"Nice package, stud!"

Lieutenant Joshua Bateman sauntered into the locker room at the Santa Monica Division of the California Highway Patrol to waves, grins and appreciative stares. Deep golden hair topped off a model-perfect physique. His tight, faded jeans set off his muscular legs and hard butt; the t-shirt and hoodie were a few sizes too small - emphasizing his strong arms and well-defined chest. The last comment was from Perry Yamato - his partner and lover. Perry was a tall, striking man with sleek raven-black hair and the only indication of his Japanese roots besides his name were his slightly tilted deep brown eyes.

He opened his locker and began to remove his street clothes. He unzipped the hoodie and pulled the t-shirt over his head to reveal a smooth expanse of tanned muscle. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Perry, who was sitting on the bench fastening his boots - eyed Bateman's crotch as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his 2xist low-rise trunks and pulled them off.

"THREE cockrings, Josh? Damn, I want that in me right now!"

The lieutenant grinned. The rings chimed quietly as he pulled a small jockstrap from his locker and attempted to stuff himself into the white elastic. "Patience is a virtue, hon ... remember, we have a short shift today. We'll be off duty before you know it."

Perry licked his lips. He reached out and gave the lieutenant's crotch a squeeze. "Mmmmmm ... you're such a fucking tease, Josh ..."

Bateman - naked except for the overstuffed jock - grabbed Yamato and swung him into an embrace reminiscent of the famous WWII image. He held Perry while giving him a lingering kiss and then swung him back up into a standing position. The other officers in the locker room cheered and clapped.

Perry took a deep breath and smiled. "Whew! It doesn't seem you can wait for tonight, either!" He looked down. "Oh, shit." A dark stain was seeping through the crotch of Yamato's uniform.

Josh gave him an evil grin. "You'd better get out of those pants. Can't be giving the citizens an impression that we're sloppy. Or need Depends."

Yamato quickly stripped out of his uniform breeches and jock, grumbling about his dry-cleaning bill going through the roof again. While he was in the process of putting on another pair, another officer quickly passed the two men. Tall, muscular with black hair in a faded buzz cut, he gave the officers a look that was a combination of embarrassment, envy, confusion and hunger.

"Who was that?"

"The new recruit. Phillip Zeeman. Nice kid. A little shy. Just out of the academy. Did you get his CLEAT score?"

"So that's Zeeman. His photos didn't do him justice. Handsome stud. His grandmother was an native American."

"Really? So that's where he got those high cheekbones."

"Uh-huh. Apache. I got his CLEATs. He scored even higher than you."

Perry whistled. "If that's the case, he should be on his back with his legs on someone's shoulders before the end of the day. Y'know, I still can't figure out how you got that test fixed to find officers that bat for the other team and get them here to Santa Monica."

He gave his lover a quick kiss. "I have friends in low places."

The California Law Enforcement Apperception Test (CLEAT) was an exam given to all incoming officers and regularly to existing officers to spot any psychological issues that could affect their performance. Unbeknownst to all, the CLEAT had been modified to identify the type of officers that Joshua wanted. After every test was given, a list would find it's way to Bateman's desk, with the alternate scores. Since Santa Monica Division always had first pick, the "right" recruits always were assigned to Joshua's command. In addition, when it was apparent that a transfer should take place, a quiet meeting was arranged and the transfer completed.

The lieutenant paused as he was buttoning his shirt. "Perry, anyone out sick today?"

"Yeah. Ted isn't coming in. He's taking his mom to the dentist. Why?"

"Why don't you go out with Brandon on patrol, I'll take Zeeman out."

"Oh, come on, Josh. It's the poor kid's first day. What the hell are you going to do to him?"

Bateman grinned. "Well, you said he was a little shy. We can't have an officer here being anything but a confident, take-charge type of fucker. By the time I get done with him, he'll be a full-blown member of the Division."

* * *

Roll Call.

Joshua loved being in the room with his men. Each officer was a devastatingly handsome man and each uniform was tailored to accentuate the trim, athletic bodies that was a hallmark of the Santa Monica Division. The scent of gun oil, the creak of duty leather and patrol boots, the intimate looks and touches between the men - all made Bateman thank God each day for this job and this opportunity.

He cleared his throat. "Okay guys, settle down. Settle down."

The men quieted.

"First of all, we're still getting several reports of thefts on high value cars - BMWs, Audis, even a couple of Ferraris. Let's keep an eye out for any shiny new wheels and double check the licenses when you're out on patrol. Brandon spotted an Audi last week, but the driver abandoned the car before we could catch up with him. No prints. We think this is a professional ring, so be careful out there."

Brandon spoke up. "We'll get 'em the next time, Josh. Don't worry. They have to make a mistake sooner or later."

"And ... we have a new member at the Division. Phil Zeeman. Just out of the Academy. Let's give him a hand!"

The officers stood and gave a blushing Zeeman claps and cheers. Several officers patted him on his broad shoulders and Joshua noticed that the new recruit thoroughly enjoyed the lingering touches. Good. This will be easier than I thought. He's not as shy as he makes out to be.

"Thanks everyone ... Lieutenant. It's great to be here and I'm glad to be part of the team." Phillip gave the room a brilliant smile that traveled all the way to his light brown eyes. His husky tenor held a great deal of promise. Josh felt himself twitch and grow larger within his motor breeches.

"It's 'Josh', Phil. Not 'Lieutenant'. We're a big family here. We've got a hard job to do, but we get through it together."

"Yes, sir ... I mean Josh." He grinned. "This is going to take a little getting used to."

"Last item, everyone. Ted is out today, so Perry will be on patrol with Brandon. Phil ... you'll be going out with me. Okay guys, let's roll!"

* * *

Josh and Phil were the last two officers to arrive in the parking lot. The two had struck up a friendly conversation and Josh had immediately warmed to the handsome new patrolman.

"You really fill out that uniform well, Phil." The new recruit's uniform fit him like a second skin, which only accentuated his muscular chest and back, as well as his long legs and hard butt.

"Thanks, sir. When I got this assignment, a lot of the other guys were told to go to Ace Uniform for their duty gear. I was told to go to this little shop in Pacoima."

"Renaldi's?"

"That's the one. The tailor made sure everything was an exact fit. I didn't know we have the patches embroidered onto the shirts. Is this new?"

Josh grinned. "Santa Monica Division gets Egyptian cotton shirts with embroidered patches. The other divisions have to settle for polyester and stitch-ons. You like?"

Phil stroked the front of his uniform shirt. The movement made his pectorals stretch the smooth fabric. "It almost feels like silk."

"You got enough, didn't you?"

"Fourteen shirts and six breeches. Mr. Renaldi said the uniform allowance covered everything. Some of my buddies in the Academy couldn't even get four shirts and two breeches."

"Another Santa Monica perk. Hey ... we better get going - we're the last ones in the lot!"

Phil straddled his cycle and put on his helmet and sunglasses. He then pulled on a tight pair of black leather patrol gloves. Josh did the same and the two sped out of the lot.

* * *

For the most part, the morning was a fairly routine and boring one. Patrol was uneventful with the regular traffic stops, minor infractions, highway assistance and calming down irate drivers in a few minor fender benders. Josh noted appreciatively how well Phil handled the various situations they encountered - as well as the hungry looks the new patrolman received from men and women alike when he strode up to them.

Around noon, the two officers exited I-101 and entered a small, residential mall. They pulled up to a cheery looking restaurant and entered. Phil noticed a number of other CHP motorcycles were also present in the lot.

"Joshua! How's my favorite lieutenant?"

An older, slightly chubby woman came up to the lieutenant and gave him a hug. She turned to Phil.

"And who's this drop-dead gorgeous, strapping young man?"

"Ronnie, this is Phil Zeeman. Just out of the Academy and first day at Santa Monica."

Ronnie laughed. "Oh! He's blushing! Sweetheart, you'd better get used to getting a lot of compliments in that uniform of yours!"

As well as out of it. Josh said to himself.

Phil had indeed started blushing. It started at the hollow of his throat and rapidly worked its way up to his cheeks. Joshua wanted to nuzzle that skin at that moment, but he held himself in check. Not now. Not yet.

Ronnie sat them at a table near a window.

"You want your regular, sweetheart?" she asked the lieutenant.

"Not today, Ronnie. Can we have a menu?"

The waitress gave the two menus and hurried off.

Phil looked around at the other officers in the restaurant. "This must be a popular place."

"Ronnie is Jaz's aunt. She's been running the restaurant since her husband ran off with a younger model."

"Jaz?"

"Jaz Romanov. You didn't meet him yet. He's on vacation. Tall, 6'1", black hair and a razor-cut beard. Looks like Satan himself. One of the sweetest guys in the Division." One of the best Tops in the Division, too.

"You guys ready to order?"

"I'll have a grilled chicken salad with ranch dressing and a Dasani"

She turned to Phil. "What about you, handsome?"

Phil blushed again. "Turkey burger and home fries. And a diet Coke."

Ronnie gave the two of them a wink and left the table.

"You don't get compliments that often, do you?"

The new patrolman gave Josh that half-embarrassed, half-hungry look again. "It's not that I don't, sir. It's just ... it's just ... it's been so hard to gauge what the other person really meant." He lowered his head.

At that moment, Ronnie arrived with the food. The servings were huge. She set the plates down in front of the officers, gave Joshua a kiss on the top of his head, and bustled off.

"THAT is something you never have to worry about again as long as you're at Santa Monica." Josh began to pour the ranch dressing onto the salad.

"There's not a guy in the Division that wouldn't consider it a privilege if they could be with you and be able to hold you in their arms. Myself included."

The turkey burger froze halfway to his mouth. His eyes widened in amazement or perhaps, panic.

"How did you know?" he whispered.

"It's my business to know." Josh said. He nonchalantly cut a piece of grilled chicken and popped it into his mouth. "Every officer at SMD bats for the other team .... be careful, you're gonna dribble some juice on your breeches."

Phil quickly put the burger back on the plate.

"Every one?"

"Yep. Except Captain Tiernan. His heart isn't in the job anymore since his daughters died in an accident. Perry and I actually run the SMD. The guys and I make sure we get him to the office every day and keep him busy. Take him out for dinner and movies and such. We're the only family he has left. No one has the heart to make a fuss and force him to retire. That would probably kill him."

Zeeman bit into his burger, looking thoughtful. "When I saw you and Lieutenant Yamato, I thought you two were just joking around ..."

"No ... Perry and I have been together for eight years ... he just looks so damn hot in his uniform, I couldn't resist sweeping him off his feet. By the way, you like anything special? Rubber? MX? Leather? Boots?"

Zeeman took a sip of his diet Coke and chuckled. "I never thought I'd be having this conversation with my boss - let alone with another officer - I like rubber and gasmasks. And of course, boots!"

Josh gave the new patrolman a big smile. "You'll definitely want to meet Rob and Joe, then." He looked at his watch and pulled out his cell phone. He stood up. "Phil, we need to get back on patrol. I just need to make a quick call and pay Ronnie."

Phil reached behind him to pull out his wallet. Josh stopped him. "Forget about it - my treat!" The lieutenant dialed a number on his phone and strode over to the cash register. He was speaking animatedly to the other party as he paid the owner and she opened the register to give him some change. Phil rose from the table and went to the men's room.

Bateman was smiling and waiting for Zeeman outside. The two geared up and drove out of the parking lot.

Back on I-405, the two continued their patrol. As they approached the Long Beach exit, a silver Ferrari sped past them. The two officers looked at each other, turned on their sirens and gunned their throttles in pursuit. It was a tense few moments as the motorcycles weaved their way through the traffic and approached the still accelerating car. Each time Josh and Phil approached, the car would accelerate just enough for them to be out of reach.

"Damn! He must be going at least seventy five!"

"I'm sick of playing cat and mouse. Let's end this right now!" Josh throttled his motorcycle up and pulled even with the speeding auto. Phil followed suit. He forcefully motioned the car to pull over. As luck would have it, the three vehicles were close to a rural exit on CA-55 and Josh indicated to the speeding auto to leave the highway. The area was deserted and the silence was broken only by the occasional faint sounds of traffic and the chirping of birds.

"I'll call in the plates. You take care of the driver. This may be our big break."

Phil took off his helmet and approached the now-idling car. The driver was a darkly handsome man wearing a short sleeve shirt which accented his rock-hard chest and well defined arms. The passenger was an equally handsome bald man with piercing blue eyes.

"License and registration, please."

The driver handed the cards to Zeeman. "Sorry about the speeding. It's just too easy to get carried away in this car."

Phil looked at the license and blinked his eyes. He looked at the driver again, shock painted on his young face.

"Lucio Giambi? The mobster?"

"Well, I really prefer 'oligarch' ... but 'businessman' will do ..."

He looked back at Josh. The lieutenant had gotten off the radio and gave Zeeman a slight nod of his head.

"Please step out of the car, Mr. Giambi."

"Any problem, officer?"

"Just step out of the car, sir."

As Giambi was opening the door, Phil found himself suddenly pushed against the hood of the sports car. The bald man had quietly exited the vehicle and came around the young patrolman. Zeeman found his gun pulled out of his holster and thrown away from the car. His arms were pulled behind his back and his handcuffs were snapped securely around his wrists. The bald man was incredibly strong, and held Phillip immobile.

"Josh! Help!"

Josh sauntered over and picked up the patrolman's gun. In the meantime, Giambi had exited the car and was leaning against now-closed door. Bateman slid his arm around the mobster's waist and Lucio responded by running a knuckle lovingly down the lieutenant's cheek.

"You weren't kidding about this stud ... he's gorgeous! Dash, what do you think?"

The bald man smiled. "He's almost as handsome as you, Josh ... and DAMN, he really makes the CHP proud in that uniform. I see Bino Renaldi is keeping up the fine work." He nuzzled the young patrolman's neck.

"Josh?" He looked pleadingly at Bateman.

The lieutenant took hold of the cuffs and braced Zeeman against him. The young man's back arched slightly as he was pulled backwards against and into Joshua. He could feel the warm hardness of Joshua's crotch against his butt. Dash circled around to the front of the young officer.

"Relax, Phil. Nothing's going to happen to you." Bateman smirked.

"Let me clarify that. Nothing you won't enjoy happening to you." Joshua began to kiss and nibble Zeeman's cheek and neck. He tasted faintly of vanilla.

Dash unbuttoned the young officer's shirt and began to stroke Zeeman's chest. Phil began moaning as Carpentier continued his stroking and trailed his hand down to the patrolman's crotch and gave it a squeeze. "Let's take a peek at the equipment. Looks hefty."

The underboss got on his knees and unzipped the young patrolman's breeches. He reached into the uniform and pulled out a substantial cock and balls - already more than half-hard from the excitement of the situation and fear of the unknown.

He looked up at Phil and gave him a 100-watt smile. "Commando?? Nice!! Well, I think we need to show our appreciation for all the fine work that the California Highway Patrol does for us every day!" He swallowed the 9" in one motion and buried his face in Zeeman's crotch.

Dash started up a good rhythm as Phil's moans intensified and as he bucked against the underboss. Josh took a key from his belt and undid the cuffs. The young patrolman looked back into Josh's eyes and smiled; he held Dash's head in his gloved hands as he matched Carpentier's motions. Josh continued to support the young man around the waist and kiss his neck and jaw.

With one final thrust, Phil yelled as he exploded into Dash. The criminal's adam's apple moved up and down to keep up with swallowing the volume being pumped into him. Spent, Zeeman sagged in Josh's arms. Dash disengaged from the young man and gave his tip a final, salacious lick. He zipped up the breeches, stood, and dusted off the knees of his jeans.

Phil turned around and held Josh's trim waist. He gave the lieutenant a deep kiss that had them both gasping for air. "Jesus H. Christ, Josh - you're incredible! How do you know Lucio Giambi? Was that who you were talking to on the phone at Ronnie's?"

Lucio chuckled. "My, my, my ... handsome, hung and a mind like a steel trap! I see that Giaan's CLEAT modifications are really paying off!"

"Lucio's my second cousin, Phil. SMD works very closely with Lucio's organization and as you can see, we get a lot of perks from the association."

The crime boss approached Zeeman and gave him a searching look. He softly held Phil's face in his hands and the young man could not break away from the intense and smouldering gaze. Lucio gave him a deep kiss. Phil responded in kind and gently stroked the other man's back. Lucio shivered.

"Why don't you come down to Oro tonight, Phil? We can celebrate your joining the force ... another great addition to Santa Monica Division, I should add!"

Zeeman looked over at Josh. "Is that okay, sir?"

"Of course it is! You still haven't met everyone and this is a perfect start to a long-term career!"

During the conversation, Dash had been patting the pockets of his shirt, looking for something. He stopped and removed a few folded sheets of paper.

"Josh ... almost forgot. Here are the names of the gang that have been stealing those cars. I have their addresses and you'll also see the fences they used and to whom they sold the cars to."

He grinned. "The ones they didn't chop up, of course. Let me know if you need anything else."


"Thanks, Dash. Y'now, we really have to get going. We have an short shift today ..." he squeezed Zeeman's butt. Phil grinned and chuckled.

"... and we have to finish our patrol and get changed for the festivities."

As I mentioned in my last post, I felt I needed to intersperse my situational stories with my more "regular" backstories. With Joshua, I really surprised myself. My "secondary world" has really taken on a life of its own and I find that my other AEs are populating it and growing in their own personalities as I continue to write. I find that I can't just pen the equivalent of a "personal ad" any more - these characters demand a dimensionality that a well thought out story creates.

A while back, I had had a number of police uniforms - CHP, LAPD and several NYPD ones - from patrolman to sergeant to lieutenant. Including collar brass and badges. After 9/11, I lost my job and unfortunately needed cash - those uniforms were sold and I always deeply regretted that decision. Nowadays, any NYPD paraphernalia is harder to come by than hen's teeth, so I decided to go the CHP route. I was able to use one of my old contacts to get the badge; the rest was a combination of Google and eBay.

I used the "Brend" mask here, with some eyeball surgery. This mask - like Filemon (Giaan) - really needs a pair of glasses to complete "the look". The eyes when cut out don't have the near-perfect aspect as the "Felix" mask does. Nevertheless, the mask is a superb fit and I can see Josh appearing in several more stories. Who knows? This may also give me the incentive to develop Phil Zeeman also ....