In The Line Of Duty
GAY, TESTICLES
Rookie cop has a tough first day.
My first night on the job. It was Halloween. My partner and I got 
the call right after midnight. There was a lot of noise reported at 
an abandoned warehouse. We went to check it out. We didn’t expect 
to find anything.

Of course, when we arrive the place was dead quiet. Dave, my 
partner, told me to go around to the right. He’d go to the left. 
There were doors on both sides.

I went in with my gun drawn. I was nervous as shit. A cat probably 
knocked over a piece of metal and this would have made an enormous 
crashing sound. My flashlight was in my left hand.

I went in. It was very dark except for my light. A wall was 
directly in front of me, about 6 feet in from the door. I directed 
the light down the hall to my right. A loud crash hit behind me, 
and I spun ready to shoot the son-of-a-bitch. I about shit my 
pants. The metal door had slammed shut.

After I caught my breath and had a good internal chuckle, I told 
myself to lighten up. My fucking nerves were going to get me killed.

My radio crackled and hissed. “What?” I asked much too harshly. 
“Sam,” Dave addressed me. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I answered. “Then, 
stop making so much fucking noise,” he said. “Sure,” I replied.

I turned around and out I went. I didn’t see a fucking thing. I 
barely had time to register the pain. I didn’t know who or what had 
hit me.

When I woke, my head hurt like hell. I was still in the warehouse. 
This place had been used for meat packing. It was cold as hell. I 
was fucking naked, hanging upside down from a meat hook. My feet 
were roped together, and the rope was hanging over the hook.

I had no idea how long I’d been out. I guessed about 15 minutes 
tops. I didn’t know where I was in the warehouse from the point 
where I’d been knocked unconscious. I had been out long enough to 
have been stripped, tied up, and hung up. I couldn’t see my
uniform or gun anywhere.  There were a lot of dark corners. A 
little bit of light was coming through the busted out windows from 
the street lamps. My hands were tied behind my back, and I had a 
gag shoved in my mouth.

I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. I tried to twist around 
to get a better look. Everything is so much more difficult to 
interpret when you’re fucking hanging upside down.

Dave was crouched in the shadows. He had his gun drawn and was 
looking around. I started grunting. I just wanted the fuck cut 
down. I was fucking naked, and it was fucking cold. He put his 
finger to his lips motioning me to be quiet. When I grunted again, 
he angrily mouthed “shut up”, so I shut up.

All I wanted was this fucking nightmare to be over. My first damned 
day and I had been knocked unconscious, stripped naked, and hung 
upside down from a meat hook in an abandoned warehouse. Things 
couldn’t be more fucking humiliating.

After my partner had surveyed the area for several minutes (hours 
the way it appeared from my vantage point), he slowly made his way 
over to me. He pulled out his knife. A dark mass came up behind 
him. I started grunting. I heard the thunk, and his body fell
over on me. I swung from the pressure, and he slid down off of me 
and hit the floor. It looked like the black mass just came right up 
out of the goddamned floor. I didn’t hear anyone approaching, and 
there was shattered glass all over the floor.

The freak pulled Dave by his feet a couple feet away from me. He 
was mostly behind me, and I tried to spin the hook around, but it 
wouldn’t turn all the way. I saw the guy cutting off Dave’s 
uniform. I knew I had to get Dave conscious, or we were fucked. I
started screaming as loudly as I could into the gag.

The guy ignored me for the most part and continued stripping Dave. 
I got louder. The guy walked over to me and with Dave’s belt, he 
smacked me across the ass. I was fucking stunned, at first, but it 
hurt like hell. I guess it was just some kind of instinct from
my childhood but probably more from the frustration, humiliation, 
and fear, but, man, I just started bawling. I was crying like a 
fucking baby. Then, I started cursing this motherfucker like crazy. 
I was screaming behind this gag, and I started swinging my body. 
The fucker whacked my ass again. I screamed louder. He whacked me a 
couple more times, and I decided to stop. All the noise hadn’t 
roused Dave, and my ass stung like hell. I was still bawling, and 
my hair was soaked from my tears. I was having trouble breathing. I 
thought I was going to drown in my own snot and tears.

He got Dave hung up beside me. He left. I don’t know where the shit-
head went. We hadn’t called in. Someone should come looking for us.

Dave regained consciousness. We tried communicating, but since we 
were cops and not goddamned dentists, we couldn’t understand a 
fucking word we were grunting to each other.

The freak came back. We saw he was carrying our batons. I figured 
he was going to beat us to death with our own damned batons. I saw 
Dave’s eyes roll back in his head when the fucker pulled out a jar 
of Vaseline. He started smearing Vaseline on our sticks. Goddamn, 
we needed fucking back-up really damn quick. Where the hell was
everyone?

The guy took the stick and rammed it into Dave’s ass. It went about 
three-quarters of the way in. For a split second I thought Dave was 
dead. There was no noise. Then, he let out the worst, damn howl I’d 
ever heard a man make. It was fucking unnatural. As Dave continued 
shrieking, the fucker shoved my own baton down my ass. The pain tore
through my damned guts, and I must have blacked out.

When I came to, the guy had a knife and was cutting through Dave’s 
ball sack. He was holding Dave’s nuts stretched way out from his 
body, Dave was screaming and bouncing around. His nuts came off in 
the guy’s hand.

He came toward me. Dave was crying and blood was running down his 
stomach and back. He put Dave’s whole nut sack in his mouth and 
chewed them up. I puked. I had to turn my head sideways as much as 
I could because my damned puke was getting stuck in my nose, and I 
was fucking strangling on my own vomit.

The guy yanked my nuts up and sawed through. The pain was 
unbearable. The guy jerked his head like something had startled 
him. He then ran off with my balls in his hand. That was when all 
the back-up came busting in, too fucking late. The freak hasn’t
been found.