Pig's breathing gradually slowed to normal, his head hung down in humiliation and sexual relief. His semi-turgid cock lay thickly over the large, denuded balls as Wolf stepped around front of the once hirsute captive.
"Ya know," Wolf said, shaking his head slowly, "you really should take better care of your equipment. I mean, look at this nightstick." He held the rigid black rod up before the cop's face. "What'd you polish this with? A Hershey bar?"
Bull snickered at this age old military reference as Stud offered, "Sure looks like that to me, Captain. I mean, I can see the chocolate from here."
"Well, boy, you're never gonna pass inspection with a filthy nightstick!" Wolf clucked his tongue like a disapproving grade school teacher. "But I'll tell ya what. I'm gonna give you an opportunity to make amends. I'm gonna give you chance to clean it, and do it right this time, how 'bout that, huh? Pretty damned understanding of me, don't you think?" He held the brown smeared black nightstick up to Pig's mouth. "Lick it spotless, asshole."
The rage rekindled in Pig's eyes and face. "Lick it yourself, you son of a bitch," he spat. "Then you can lick me, you fucking zoomie!"
"Uh, oh." Stud said, biting his cheek. "There he goes again. Ya try to teach 'em, ya give 'em books and send 'em to school. Even gave him some fatherly advice. Guess some animals are just harder to train."
The glowing hatred radiated as Pig looked over at Stud. "Fuck the whole bunch of you. I'm a cop. I've got ways of dealing with the likes of you. And you sure as hell aren't gonna like it."
"Big talk for someone who doesn't even have pubic hair yet," grinned Wolf, sliding the fouled nightstick along Pig's lips. "Now, are you gonna do this the easy way, or do I have to insist?"
In response, Pig clenched his mouth even tighter and twisted his head to the side, attempting to avoid the defiled pole.
"Okay, Pig. Can't say I didn't give you a chance." Wolf looked over at Bull, who was tugging at his own dick protruding from his BDU's. "Bull, if you can break away, I'd appreciate you bringing me that little toy you found in the pig's utility belt."
Bull abruptly dropped his meat, coming to full attention and saluting his partner. "Yes, SIR! Right away, SIR!," he beamed, reaching for the evil looking cattle prod.
Stud watched with wide eyes and a slight grin as Bull handed the weapon to Wolf. "Oh, man. Yer gonna make me explode," he sighed, slipping off his BDU trousers over his jungle boots. Standing naked now like a greek sculpture in the moonlight, wearing only his boots, socks and dogtags, Stud ran his left hand over his ample pecs while he distractedly pulled at his now freed horse dick.
Wolf, still holding the nightstick to Pig's clamped lips, took the cattle prod from Bull and pushed the button, eliciting a blue spark between the electrodes, accompanied by a faint buzz. "Looks like you replaced your Duracells since last we met," he sneered evilly at the cop whose eyes widened in trepidation. "Now then. You ready to comply, or do I need to use this?"
Pig twisted his head from the nightstick smearing his lips, trying to pull away, as Wolf held the wicked looking electrodes to his left nut. Displaying a diabolical grin, Wolf whispered, " I was sorta hoping that would be your answer," and pushed the discharge button.
Pig's entire body convulsed in its bonds, a muffled scream coming from between his still clenched lips. "Feels good, don't it, Pig," sneered Wolf. "Yeah, bet you've never been on the receiving end before, huh? Always the big man who likes to dish it out." Wolf moved the electrodes to the right testicle. "Lick the stick, man," he ordered. "Lick it, or I'll roast your nuts."
Again, Pig twisted his head away, his lips clamped tightly shut. Stud and Bull watched, working their own considerable meat, as the lawman's body once more tightened in spasm to the accompaniment of a low buzzing sound. "Holy shit, man," Bull whispered. "I can feel that thing from here!" He grabbed his meat, stroking it caressingly. "And I'm not the only one it's turning on. Look at that dick of his!"
Pig, in spite of his clamped jaws and muffled screams, indeed, seemed betrayed once again by his own body. His manmeat, standing hard and thick from his hairless groin, oozed precum like a dripping tap. Wolf rubbed the electrodes through the clear slime on the cockhead. "Jeez, I wonder what kinda conductor precum is," he looked into the cop's wide eyes, filled with half hate, half fear. "You gonna lick your stick now, boy?"
Pig's lips trembled, but remained tightly shut, perspiration dripping from his brow and into his eyes causing him to blink rapidly. His chest heaved, the sweat-soaked, hairy letters matting to the skin. Wolf continued to run the electrodes through the precum, smearing it over the glans, then, quickly inserting one of the electrodes into the piss-slit, pushed the button and held it down.
Excruciating fire jolted like lightning through the policeman's rod, compelling his mouth to open as his throat emitted an agonizing howl. Seizing the moment, Wolf shoved the end of the nightstick into Pig's mouth and down his throat. "There ya go, little piggie. I knew you just needed a little coercing's all. Now LICK it!" He continued to pump the stick obscenely in and out of the cop's mouth, eliciting gagging coughs. "Yeah, man. Do it. I'm sure it's not the biggest rod you've ever had in that pig mouth of yours, now is it?" Then, holding the rod lengthwise along Pig's mouth, ordered, "Now lick the rest of it clean, scumbag!"
Pig, with the fecal taste strong in his mouth, hesitated momentarily, earning him another jolt from the cattle prod to his dripping piss slit. As the spasms subsided, he resignedly held out his tongue as Wolf ran the rod over it, removing the remaining brown debris. "That's a good piggie," Wolf smiled, holding the nightstick up for examination. "Now I think it'll pass inspection."
Bull, still caressing the meat jutting from his fly, sauntered over to the bound prisoner. "Looks like Elsie here's 'bout ready for another milking," he grinned, grabbing the cop's oozing cock, spreading the precum over the dickhead with his thumb.
Pig's shaft responded to the muscleman's touch by hardening still more, the veins standing out in thick relief. "UHhhhhhh, please, man . . . ," he moaned, not wanting to, but nonetheless enjoying the feel of his fantasy man's callused hand on his manhood.
Bull stepped close to the cop, taking both his and the lawman's cock in his meaty right hand. With his index finger between the tender frenulums, he began to slowly stroke, while his left thumb and index finger pinched the tender shaved nipples on Pig's chest.
Stud's naked body gleamed with sweat, reflecting moonlight off his defined and chiseled muscles as he watched Bull's expert stroking. "I surely could go for a piece of pork, 'bout now," he grinned, his white teeth flashing in the blue moonglow. His twelve inch fuck pole extended beyond his two encircling fists. "Bet it's real hot in there, huh, Pig?"
Reaching into the cooler, he removed a few melting ice cubes, as he stepped around behind the cop. "Thought you might enjoy some more cooling off," he smiled. "Lord knows, I will."
Again Pig felt the cold, hard chunks violate his asshole as Stud inserted one after another into his rectum. "Uhhh, nooooo . . . ," Pig exhaled, feeling the freezing cold in his ass concurrent with the burning heat Bull was causing in his dick. "You . . . fucking . . . sons . . . of . . . bitches," he moaned.
Stud inserted the last cube of ice past the tight sphincter muscle. "Well, you got the 'fucking' part right, anyhow, Pig." Then, taking his shaft in his hand, guided it to the dripping asshole, pushing the head slowly inward.
"No, take it out. Take it out! You're too big. You're gonna split me open, man! Please, man, don't . . ." Pig gasped, his hips thrusting forward in an attempt to avoid the violation, only to drive his cock more forcefully into Bull's callused hand.
"Ohhh, Baby," Bull grinned, "Work it for me. Come on, piggie, grind that meat! Yeah!"
Stud, meanwhile, had the glans of his dick buried in Pig's unusually cooled fuckhole. Gradually sinking deeper, he could feel the chips of ice on the tip of his cockhead being pushed further into the cop's colon. "Awwwwwww, MAN!! This is something else!" With one sudden thrusting lunge, he sank to the hilt, feeling the cooled tissues engulfing his footlong manmeat.
Pig's eyes widened, his head thrown back, the air escaping his lungs in a long gasp as his ass tried to stretch to accommodate the horsecock ramming into him. The cold caused by the ice in his guts quickly turned to heat with the friction of Stud's now driving member. A muffled grunt escaped his lungs with each of Studs quick forward thrusts. Lust glazed his eyes as Bull continued stroking the precum slickened copmeat, while twisting and pulling at the lawman's nuts.
Sweat ran in rivulets down Stud's chiseled pecs as he pumped furiously into Pig's ass. "YeeeeeeeHAAAAAAAA!," he cried, slapping at Pig's ass and thighs, then reaching around front to tweak the already bruised and aching tits.
Bull, still working the pig dick, glanced up at the Lieutenant's flushed face in amusement. "Yeah, ride 'em, farmboy!" he shouted. "Ride that fucking asshole!"
Pig's ass muscles clamped down on Stud's cock, and his balls rode up once again as he felt on the verge of cumming for the second time. "Uh, uhh, uhhhhhhhh . . . ," he moaned.
Bull, feeling the churning nuts pulling up in their sack, anticipated Pig's climax. Releasing Pig's balls from his left hand, he reached for the police shoe at his feet, the cum from Pig's first orgasm sloshing in the heel. Continuing his pistoning motion, he held the shoe back up to the spasming copmeat just as it exploded another load into the waiting receptacle.
"Uh . . . uh . . . uh . . . uh . . . UHHHHHHHHH!," Pig grunted as his balls were drained by the stroking of Bull's expert masturbation.
With each ejaculation, Pig's ass clamped down on Stud's grinding cock, sending new erotic sensations into the Lieutenant's groin. "Ohhhhhh, man! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot, fuck!" Abruptly Stud's head flew back, his eyes squeezed shut, a look of either intense pain or absolute ecstasy distorting his handsome farmboy features. "YaaaaaaaaaaHOOOOOOOOOOO!" The rebel yell reverberated through the trees as his thrusting slowed, his dick still buried in the policeman's fuckhole. Roughly tweaking Pig's nipples in each hand, he pressed his sweating, heaving chest into Pig's back for support as his cock, embedded in Pig's ass, slowly softened. "Little piggie, I wanna thank you for one of the best rides I've had in a long time. Yessir, I never broke no pig before, but if you're any indication, I surely would like to try it again sometime."
Bull, having set the shoe down again, was furiously beating his meat, his breath coming in gasps as he continued rolling the cop's nuts brutally in his left hand. "Oh, yeah, man. Yeah," he grunted, his right hand flying up and down his thick dick. "Ohhhhhhhh, FUCK!" He could feel the cum churning in his balls, until it shot from his dickhead and landed squarely on the cop's chest, dotting the 'i' of the word Pig, then dripping down into the hairy letter. Subsequent shots spattered over the lawman's rippled, smooth abdomen, and rolled down into his denuded groin. "Oh, yeaaaaaahhhh," Bull sighed, looking up at Stud's grinning face over Pig's right shoulder.
Stud raised his eyebrows looking at the drained, hairy muscleman. "Hey partner, it's Miller time!" Stud pulled away from Pig's back, the vacuum being broken between his pecs created a short sucking sound, followed by a slurp as his impressive, limp dick evacuated the cop's ass.
Reaching into the cooler he pulled out a can, wiping it over his sweating brow. "Sorry, ain't got no Miller," he apologized, then tossed the brew to his buddy. " . . . but this Bud's for you."
Bull, popped open the foaming can, saying "Thanks, man." Then, holding it up in toast to the Lieutenant, shouted, "To the Zoomies!"
Stud, having opened a second can, also lifted it high in agreement. "To the Zoomies!"
Wolf watched in silent amusement as his buddies made use of the sadistic cop's sweat drenched body, distractedly slapping the nightstick into his right palm.
Stud's smile lit up his face as he looked over at Wolf. "Hey, Captain! You wanna take this baby out for a spin?" he called, tilting his head toward Pig. "We got 'er all lubed and oiled for ya."
Bull snorted the beer he had just gulped, and looked up at Stud shaking his head. "Where DO you come up with 'em, farmboy?"
Wolf's attention turned from his compatriots to the spread form between the trees, his smile slowly dissolving from his face. "What I want," he said, his eyes narrowing, "is to know that it's a cop I'm working on."
"Well, damn, Wolf," grinned Bull. "He's been doin' nuthin' but telling us THAT since we strung 'im up. And he's got PIG sprawled across his chest. What more do you want?"
Wolf's gaze continued to burn in Pig's direction. "Not just ANY cop. I want to know it's the cop with the badge number 1255. The badge number I memorized as it was shoved in my face while the sadistic sonuvabitch fried my balls with his fucking cattle prod!" The blood was starting to flow to Wolf's face, his anger rising another degree.
"Captain, we KNOW it's him," Stud said quietly. "We saw his cruiser. We saw his fucking uniform. Hell, we even saw the number on the badge he was wearing."
"But he's not wearing it NOW, is he?" Wolf continued staring at the policeman who looked back with a confused expression.
Bull laughed, "Shit, he ain't wearing much of ANYTHING at the moment!"
Wolf tossed the nightstick aside, and reaching behind him, pulled out the remnant of the cop's uniform shirt he had stuck into his waistband. "We can fix that," he said with a menacing softness. Then, finding the police badge, unpinned it from the dark blue rag.
Pig's eye's widened as he slowly comprehended what Wolf was planning. "No, you can't! Please! Don't do this. I've learned my lesson. I fucking swear I have. Please, just let me go." He started tugging again at the duct tape holding him spreadeagled between the trees. Then, looking over at Stud and Bull began to plead, "Please. Make him stop. He's crazy, can't you see that? He's fucking out of his mind!"
Bull launched himself at the cop, backhanding his face with the left hand as his right sank into the startled cop's abdomen. His eyes flashed fire, his mustache trembling on his upper lip, "I fucking TOLD you, asshole, NEVER to say anything against that man again, didn't I?" Then, not receiving an answer to his question, grabbed the pig's already tortured balls and pulled downward. "I said DIDN'T I?" he bellowed into Pig's dismayed face.
Wolf stepped up to the cop, holding the badge in his right hand, grabbing the back of Bull's thick neck with his left. "It's alright, Bull. I can handle this. Thanks, Buddy."
Bull released the cop's nuts, then stepped over to retrieve his beer, as Stud wrapped an arm around his thick shoulders in a gesture of comraderie. "You're okay, Bull. More than a little impulsive," Stud grinned, "but you're okay." Then he pulled Bull's massive body close as they both watched Wolf as he picked up the nearly empty bottle of after shave lotion and poured it over the police badge he was holding. Then, rooting through the pockets of the remnants of police trousers by the tree, he extracted the cigarette lighter Pig used to ignite his foul smelling stogies. Flicking it into action, he held the flame beneath the pin on the back of the badge. "Wouldn't do to have you go getting infected, now would it, pig? God knows the kind of stye you wallow around in." He watched as the pin turned from silver to bright red, then extinguished the lighter. Flinging it aside, Wolf approached the cop who tried to draw back in his bondage. Pig's brows knitted together in trepidation, his breath coming in short gasps as Wolf reached up and lightly massaged his left nipple, causing it to stand erect and proud.
"Please, man," Pig implored, "please don't. Please. I'm sorry for what I did to you, man. Look, I was wrong. I admit it, okay? You don't need to do this."
"Oh, but I do," snarled Wolf with unconcealed menace. "I need to know it's Officer 1255 that pays for frying my groin and throat, Officer 1255 that shoved his nightstick up my ass. The same Officer 1255 that fucking branded me with a fucking tattoo. Oh, yeah, man," he glared, " I really DO need to do this."
Pinching the erect nipple in his right thumb and index finger, Wolf pulled it away from Pig's chest as the cop emitted a high pitched squeal. Quickly, he inserted the pin on the right side of the brown tit, and pushed it though to exit on the left side. The policeman shrieked in pain, a wide- eyed grimace of torment distorting his face.
"Boy, howdy!," Stud slowly exhaled in amazement. "I'll bet that fuckin' hurts like hell," and looked over to see Bull nodding his head in agreement.
Wolf closed the safety hasp on the pin to leave the police badge hanging on the cop's left chest, a thin trail of blood trickling down onto his belly, mixing with the sweat. Stepping back to observe his handiwork, Wolf watched the badge flash moonlight as Pig's body thrashed in agony.
"There, now, Officer," Wolf sneered, patting the badge on the cop's chest. "Now that we've got you squared away, you'll get all the respect you and your badge deserve." The two men looked at each other, an electric loathing almost tangible between them.
Going to the fishing tackle box on the ground, Wolf pulled out a reel of fine, nylon filament. As he was doing this, he spoke to Pig offhandedly, "You ever watch someone's tonsils being removed, Officer?" He unwound a length of several feet and cut it from the spool with the hunting knife. "Most people think they cut 'em out, but they don't. A thin wire loop is put over each one, then drawn tight, garroting them out." Slowly, with deliberation, he tied one end of the line into a slip knot, forming a noose which he then slid over the cop's shaved ballsack, and pulled the loop snug. "It's quick and relatively painless, or so they say."
The lawman's eyes widened and his mouth hung open as fresh terror of losing his testicles flooded through his body. "Ohhhh, god. Noooooooooo . . . please, please. Nooooooooo . . .". His voice was unnaturally high, his heart thudding heavily in his chest in response the the flowing adrenaline. He watched as Wolf wrapped the other end of the filament around his left hand and tugged slightly, causing the noose to tighten around his nuts.
Wolf grinned, a dark malevolence behind his eyes. "It would seem, Officer, that I've got you by the balls, as they say. And I suspect you're gonna want to do what I say, isn't that right," then added with dripping sarcasm, ". . .sir?" Again, he gave a slight tug to the line wrapped around his hand.
"Yes. yes! Anything. Please just don't . . .". Pig gasped as Wolf gave another slight yank.
"When you address me or my colleagues from now on, you'll say 'Master, sir'. you got that, pig?"
Pig looked at Wolf with true fear in his eyes. "Yes, Master, Sir," he said, his voice trembling. The pain in his left tit rivaled the suggested pain in his groin.
"You ever suck an Air Force cock before, pigboy?" Wolf asked playfully.
"No way!" Pig spat, then began screaming as the noose tightly encircled his balls.
"No, what?"
"No, Master, Sir. I've never sucked Air Force cock, Master, sir!" Pig bleated out.
"That's better. See, I knew you could be taught. It's just a matter of technique and perseverance, am I right?"
"Yes, Master, Sir. You're right, Master, Sir." Pig was visibly trembling now.
"Now then. I don't want to call you a liar, you being a big policeman and all, but I find it difficult to believe you've never had Air Force dick in that pretty little mouth of yours. I'll bet you're just always hungry for it, huh, boy?"
Pig, knowing the answer expected of him, and reluctant to cause any more torment to his balls, resignedly whispered, "Yes, Master, Sir."
"You're just begging to suck my cock, aren't you, boy? C'mon, let me hear you beg for it."
"Please, Master, Sir, please let me suck your Air Force cock." Pig's voice was a hollow croak.
"Louder, pigboy. I want to know you mean it." Wolf tugged again on the line.
"Please, Master, Sir. PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK, MASTER SIR!" Pig shouted in an attempt to save his manhood.
"Well, jeez. If you really WANT to," grinned Wolf, "who am I to stand in the way of a police officer carrying out his duties?" He turned his head to his naked buddies who were watching the events in rapt attention. "You guys think you could give me a hand over here? Let's cut this cock hungry bastard down."
Bull picked up the handcuffs as he approached, clicking one on the cop's left wrist before slicing through the twisted duct tape. Stud whispered in Pig's ear, "I wouldn't go doin' nuthin' stupid, if you have any desire of remaining intact, ya know what I mean?" Slicing through the tape on the ankles, Bull stood and cut the remaining bond on the cop's right wrist, which he then brought down, and handcuffed it as well. Pig stood shakily, his hands throbbing as the blood flow returned to the arms behind his back.
Wolf stared hard into Pig's flashing eyes. "Now get down on your knees, pig, and open my fly with your teeth." Slowly, taking great care not to pull on the fishing line around his scrotum, Pig knelt to the ground, the small twigs on the forest floor biting into his knees and shins as he did so.
With his free hand, Wolf grabbed the end of the black leather belt hanging down from the back of Pig's neck and pulled it toward him, forcing the cop's face into the fly of his BDU's. "Now, undo my belt and open that fly, pigboy."
The cop bit at the web belt, pulling it from the buckle with some difficulty and then set about gnawing at the buttons on the bulging fly. "You bite off any of those buttons, asshole, and I'll be sewing 'em back onto your balls," Wolf warned. With this added incentive, Pig carefully maneuvered his tongue and teeth around each button until the entire fly was gaping open, revealing Wolf's white briefs, straining at the crotch. "Pull my trousers down, pig," Wolf ordered.
Grasping the edge of the fly in his teeth, Pig pulled the pants down onto Wolf's thighs. Wolf stood like a diabolical puppeteer, belt in one hand, fishing line in the other, his white bulging jockeys shoved into the face of his frightened captive. "Suck it man. Suck that crotch."
Pig sucked at the white cotton material tasting the sweat and crotch odor as he took the bulge into his mouth. He caressed the manmeat in his lips as it grew and hardened within the briefs. "Oh, yeah, man. Suck it good," Wolf moaned, pulling firmly on the end of the belt.
Within minutes Pig's saliva had soaked the white material, plastering it to the constricted, turgid cock straining for release. "Okay, Officer . . . pull my shorts down and get busy on that dick." Pig, again utilizing his teeth and tongue, managed to pull the elastic waistband down to the Captain's thighs. As he did so, the hardened cock, now freed, sprang upward, striking the cop in the left eye and leaving a small deposit of precum on his brow. A slight tug on the noose around his balls convinced Pig to take the thick meat into his mouth and begin to suckle. "Go all the way down on it, pig. Ohhhhh, yeah. You've done this before, haven't you, cop? Yeah, you're real good at that," Wolf grunted, the lust igniting his groin as his rod slipped in and out of the lawman's lips.
Bull moved behind the kneeling pig, and reached around to grasp the bruised, red, but again erect copmeat. "You just can't get enough, can you piggie?" cooed Bull, his mustache tickling the cop's ear. Bull stroked at the abraded pigmeat, "Bet you can deliver another load, huh, man?"
Pig grunted and moaned around Wolf's dick. Again, the touch of the muscleman's hand elicited a throbbing eroticism in his engorged manhood, his lust driving him to suck harder on the dick in his mouth.
Wolf's head was thrown back, his eyes closed tight, as he earned his nickname by howling at the full moon. His cock was pistoning in and out of Pig's mouth, each in stroke slapping his lower abdomen against the cop's face. In turn, the cop's body would jar slightly causing the badge on his chest to bounce, sending sharp pains into his pectoral muscle.
Bull reached for the cum containing shoe and again held it in front of the cop's dick as he continued to roughly jerk the meat in his callused grip. It didn't take long for Pig to unload another supply of semen into the fouled low quarter, while simultaneously feeling hot bullets of jism fired from Wolf's cock strike the back of his throat.
Wolf grunted loudly as his balls emptied of their seed, his pistoning slowed as he looked down at the cop. "Swallow it all, asshole. Consider yourself lucky to get that precious manjuice." Pig gulped as the salty cum drained down his throat. His own meat, now raw and abraded from the continued abuse, hung flaccidly over his smooth and tender nutsack.
Upon releasing the cop's tortured cock, Bull stood with the half filled shoe in his right hand and grabbed Pig's hair with his left, forcing the kneeling man's head back to look into those fiercely blue eyes. "You probably worked up quite a thirst there, huh, man? I mean, my buddy generously gave you his cum, and that can be quite a bit. I know, believe me." The smile was back on Bull's face. "But sometimes a man just needs more to quench that deep down thirst, don't you think?"
The cop, realizing he was in no position to argue, reluctantly agreed, "Yes, Master Sir. I need more, Master Sir."
"Well, boy, this is your lucky day. I just happen to have a real thirst buster here for you. Freshly squeezed, too." Bull looked over at Stud who was chuckling while languidly stroking his twelve incher. Turning back, he pulled the policeman's head further back as he brought the heel of the shoe to the cop's lips. "Drink it down, boy. It's good for you."
Wolf watched in amusement, the end of the fishing line still wrapped around his hand. When the cop showed reluctance to part his lips, Wolf pulled again on the thin line ensnaring Pig's balls, causing him to gasp. Bull took the opportunity to pour the slimy grey fluid down the lawman's throat. "C'mon, pig. Swallow it all. I mean, jeez, it's not like it wasn't YOURS, after all."
Pig choked and coughed as the fouled manjuice slid down his throat, while the three sweating Air Force Officers hooted at his humiliation. After draining the shoe of it's contents, Pig tried to pull his face away, but Bull pushed the low quarter firmly forward. "Now you gotta lick it clean, asshole. It's never gonna pass muster like this, now is it?"
Feeling the noose tightening around his manhood, Pig stuck out his tongue and hesitantly licked at the inside of his uniform shoe. Stud was enjoying the policeman's degradation. "Man look at that educated tongue of his! You reckon he uses that down at the station?"
Bull's steely eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth drawn up in a sneer. "Bet you keep a lot of our boys in blue happy. Am I right, asshole?" Tossing the empty shoe into the woods, Bull took the cop's chin in his callused hand. Bending down, his face was inches from Pig's. "You like lickin' and suckin' on your fellow cop's dicks?"
Pig stared into Bull's eyes. In spite of his degradation, he welcomed the feel of the man's firm hand, the warm breath on his face, the smell of the muscular zoomie's sweat. Pig felt as if his defense mechanisms, his macho cop self-image, was short circuiting as he whispered, "Yes, Master Sir. I like sucking cock," and at this point, Pig firmly believed in what he was saying.
Stud studied the naked, kneeling, handcuffed man with the badge pinned to his left tit. Sweat covered the cop's body making it shine in the moonlight. It darkened the remaining fur on the captive's chest, the letters there standing out in bold contrast. Now that Bull had released him, the cop's head hung down, his breathing coming deep and slow. Looking over at Wolf, Stud asked, "So now what? You think he's learned his lesson?"
Wolf's face was hard, the stone mask back, the eyes blazing like gemstones. "There's still one last thing he's gotta pay for." Wolf's voice was so low it was barely heard, and Pig slowly raised his head to look into the unreadable wolfen gaze. "He needs something to remember me by. Now suit up. We're heading out."
While his two buddies were getting back into uniform, Wolf brought the end of the fishing line up along the cop's asscrack and, pulling it tightly, tied it to the handcuffs at Pig's back. "I wouldn't go squirming too much if you don't want to sing soprano," he warned. The thin snare around the policeman's balls was biting into the flesh, causing him to stretch his arms downward to relieve some of the tension.
Wolf next tore off a six inch strip of duct tape and, bending the cop's dick in half, wound the tape around it leaving a short silver-gray stub protruding from his groin. The lawman's balls now seemed even larger without the pubic hair or overhanging cock to hide them. "There now. That should do it," Wolf sneered, patting the shield on the cop's left chest eliciting a short yelp.
Stud was lacing his jungle boots as he watched Wolf and the lawman. "God damn, Captain, you're gonna get me hard again," and grinned as the bulge began to grow in the crotch of his BDU's.
Bull, fully dressed, wrapped his left arm around Stud's neck while reaching down to grab the Lieutenant's groin in his right hand. "You gotta learn some self control, buddy," he grinned. "With a rod the size of yours, there ain't no hiding a hard on, and that's gonna get you in trouble some day." Bull squeezed Stud's manhood as Stud stretched his neck, his grin flashing white in the blue light of the moon. Their lips met and Bull's tongue slid past Stud's teeth.
Wolf grinned watching his two friends. "If you guys are quite through, get this garbage loaded into the jeep." Then, taking the roll of duct tape, wound several layers around the lawman's ankles.
Pig felt the adhesive pulling on the fine leg hairs and grimaced. "What are you gonna do?" A renewed look of consternation clouded his face.
"We're just going to take you for a little ride in the country, son. You love the country, don't you?" Wolf was tossing the scattered equipment into the back of the Cherokee. As Bull and Stud approached he glanced at the kneeling, trembling form. "Put that in the back with the rest of the junk. But you might take a little care with that fishing line around his balls. He seems partial to his pignuts for some reason."
Stud grinned. Leaning down to the shaken lawman he whispered, "Now you see the mess you've gotten yourself into? If you'd'a only listened to me, this might not have happened." His grin widened, "but then, nobody listens to a Lieutenant."
Bull laughed as he helped his buddy lift the sweat-slickened cop, pulling the arms upward and causing the fishing line to cut slightly into the skin of his ballsack. The frightened policeman screamed as a thin trickle of blood oozed from the superficial wound. "Oops," Bull snickered, "sorry about that, man. But I wouldn't go squirming none just now."
The cop, heeding this advice, froze in terror of losing his testicles as the two muscular airmen placed him in the back of the 4 X 4 on his stomach, the police shield sending renewed torment through his chest. Wolf walked up between his two partners and grabbed each firmly at the back of the neck. "Thanks, guys. One more little matter and this detail will be squared away." Simultaneously, Bull and Stud turned with a quizzical expression to look at Wolf, who was staring at the trussed up cop. "Ain't payback a bitch," he grinned.
Gathering up the cop's utility belt, nightstick, and remnants of uniform, the three got into the jeep, again with Stud sprawled in the back seat, Wolf behind the wheel and Bull riding shotgun. Bull glanced over as Wolf put the jeep in gear and drove slowly east through the dark woods. The green light of the dash was enough to tell him that his buddy was back. His buddy, who was missing since the brutal attack by the sadistic cop, had returned to reclaim the empty shell he had become in the past few weeks. A lump formed in Bull's throat, and he again glanced at his friend. Wolf, the old Wolf, caught the look and reached over with his right hand to grip the back of Bull's thick neck. Bull brought his left hand to Wolf's thigh and squeezed. "Welcome back, buddy."
The jeep, reaching the country highway, turned north and sped into the darkness.
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