The Rookie and the Robber

By Keegan Kennedy

Fresh out of the police academy, Josh Castle is restless, wanting to make a name for himself. Impetuous, the rookie cop follows an ill-fated tip and gets taken hostage by a ruthless bank robber with a taste for submissive younger men. The young cop's life is turned upside by Zeke Harrington, the control-freak bank robber, who claims the jock as his boy and decides to hold onto Josh at all costs. But when attraction flares between the two enemies, will Zeke and Josh find a bond in such a dark place? Or will a bullet put an end to their unique connection? Packed with twists and turns, this intense and gritty, erotic novel follows bondage, dominance and submission toward their logical conclusion ... necessity. This work contains bondage, discipline, sports gear, raunch, and other elements of male on male bonding. This short novel is 31,500 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Jan 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466109346

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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The Rookie and the Robber

By: Keegan Kennedy

Copyright 2012, 2015

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

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Table of Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

About the Author

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

Chapter One

"Damn, this is one hell of a hangover," Josh Castle thought as his blue eyes slowly fluttered open.

He had a dull headache, and his mouth was as dry as a desert. And he found himself lying flat on his back in a soft bed. Focusing his eyes, Josh examined his surroundings. Morning daylight was spilling through an open window, which was framed with pink curtains. The walls were covered with pictures of unicorns and Hello Kitty prints. Slipping out from under a stranger’s pink comforter, he was naked.

Josh took his soft cock in his hand. Noticing an unusual color on his dick, he pulled his flaccid penis up by the head. Stretching it to get a closer look, he spotted a ring of pink lipstick around the base of his tool.

Pink … so much fuckin’ pink!

Apparently the night before, Josh had too much to drink again at RJ Hooligans, and he’d gone home with some chick—a chick with a very talented mouth.

Josh’s bare feet found the carpeted floor, and momentarily, his head swam from both his slight hangover and the sleep that still lingered in his head. The fragrant aroma of cooking bacon filled the air from a nearby room of the apartment, house, or wherever the hell he was. He ran his hand over his brown flattop and yawned, scanning the room for his clothes. As he stood, he stretched his arms.

Standing at five foot, nine, the twenty-two-year-old had a classically handsome face with angular features and blue eyes. Although he wasn’t tall, he was very muscular, weighing in at a buck, eighty. Josh had a ripped chest with a V-shaped torso and a flat stomach with six-pack abs. He had thick calves, covered with light brown hair and rock-hard thighs. He wasn’t just toned—the boy was a bodybuilder. He should’ve been, after all, because of the six days a week that he spent at the gym.

Usually, most still mistook him for the stereotypical fraternity jock that he’d once been, instead of the rookie cop that he was today.

Where the hell am I? And who did I fuck last night?

He spotted his jeans, white briefs, Nikes, and green Polo shirt scattered across the carpet in front of the unknown chick’s bed. Quietly, he stepped over and grabbed his clothes off the floor.

As he pulled his tight, white briefs up his legs, Josh heard a girl’s voice coming from the open bedroom door. It’s about time you got up, sleepy head, she said brightly.

When Josh’s tired eyes surveyed the chick that he’d fucked the night before, he jumped back in shock.

In the glaring truth of the morning light, his drunken one-night stand turned out to be a very unfortunate creature. Wearing a baggy, white t-shirt and a pair of pink panties, the girl was around thirty or so. She was a chubby little thing with unflattering curly, brown hair—not like the blonde beauties that he usually went for. She had a severe overbite and a piggish nose. Her left eye bugged out and was noticeably larger than her right. With a thick and bushy unibrow, she had ghastly white skin and severe acne. To Josh, the unattractive girl looked a little bit like Shrek.

Damn, I must’ve been tore the fuck up last night! I guess all the hot chicks left the bar, and I ended up nailing this leftover!

Her hazel eyes were aflame as she ogled her hot catch from the night before. Oh, Marc! she exclaimed whimsically, throwing her arms around him. You’re finally awake!

Josh pulled her arms off him, taking a step back. Who? he asked, still in shock.

"Marc … you told me your name was Marc."

Uh, yeah, he replied slyly. He often used fake names, when scamming on girls. What’s your name again?

You silly boy! She laughed, letting out a loud snort. You’re so funny! You kept asking me that same question over and over last night, too. I’m Muffy, remember?

Again, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. Before he could register what was happening, her thick tongue inserted itself between his closed lips. It was more than obvious that she wasn’t too familiar with a toothbrush.

He pulled away a second time and forced a smile, trying to muster a little politeness. I need to brush my teeth, Josh grunted, his stomach turning from the taste of her breath.

I don’t care about that, you hot, beautiful man! Muffy declared, batting her eyes. I could kiss you all day and all night! My Lawd, I’ve never seen me a prettier man!

Uh, thanks, the jock replied disingenuously. What time is it?

It’s 7:30, she replied giddily. Are we still going to spend the whole day together like you promised me last night?

Josh’s face went blank for a moment. He tried to remember what all he’d told this chick, but he couldn’t. He’d been smart enough not to give his real name, apparently, and he hoped that he hadn’t divulged that he was a member of the Lake Charles Police Department.

I have to be at work in two hours, he replied, putting on his jeans.

But, Muffy stomped her foot and pouted, you told me that we could spend the whole day together! Her eyes began to water, and her lips began to tremble. I made all these plans for us! You can’t leave … you just can’t!

Damn, this ugly chick is a basket case! She’s needy and maybe a little crazy. I gotta get the hell out of here, ASAP, before this chick turns into a serious stalker!

She continued. You said that you’d meet my mom. I already called her, and she’s planning this huge family dinner for us! She’s already called all my cousins and everything. The whole family is coming in to meet ya! It’s gonna be like twenty of us.

What the hell? he questioned incredulously, feeling very trapped. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the open window next to her bed. Sure, he began again, flashing her one of his million-dollar smiles. We can do that and more, Muffy.

You bad boy! Muffy said, laughing with a snort. You had me going again!

That’s right, Josh said, shifting his eyes between the needy girl and the open window. Did I smell bacon?

I’m cooking breakfast for us, Muffy declared, her larger eye bulging out a little more. Why don’t ya finish getting dressed and come join me in the kitchen.

That sounds like a plan, he replied coolly.

Marc, she said with her misshapen eyes glimmering with excitement. I think I’m in love with you.

Oh, Josh replied, looking at her as if she were crazy. That’s nice. He patted her head like she was a clueless child. You go make sure that bacon isn’t burning, and I’ll be in there in a minute.

This’ll be the first meal of the rest of our lives! she proclaimed grandly, kissing his cheek.

Sure, that sounds great, he said forcing another smile as she danced out of the room, waving her arms about.

Shit, this bitch is crazy or something!

Quickly, Josh put on his socks, blue Nikes, and his tight, green polo. Hearing Muffy singing to herself in the other room, Josh patted his jeans for his phone, keys, and wallet. He was relieved that they were all accounted for.

He dashed to the window and saw that he was on the first floor. But there was a screen blocking his escape path. He kicked it and hopped out of the window.

It now became clear that Muffy lived in a house, and he spotted his truck parked in her front yard. Apparently, he’d been too drunk to park on the side of the street or in her driveway. Instead, he’d made his own parking space on her grass, scarring up her muddy lawn with some deep tire tracks. He sprinted for the door and climbed inside. Cranking up the Ford, Josh stepped on the gas, but the rear wheels spun in the mud of Muffy’s yard.

Fuck!

He punched it.

Reviews for The Rookie and the Robber

[AntMan · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

it was not the best story but it wasn't the worst. author said this was his fantasy- didn't need to know that- cause it was kinda weird. the cop getting Stockholm syndrome or completely wanting to be this kidnapper's submissive, butt-boy, after a couple of days is difficult to believe, even in a make believe fantasy. plus the constant gagging with socks was gross..
even after the cop saved the kidnapper''s life and told the kidnapper he wanted to run away with him- he continues to gag and tie the guy up ? so, mr author- are you the butt-boy or the murdering, s&m kidnapper?