The drive was actually less than ten minutes away, but for the trussed up unfortunate lawman in the back of the jeep, it seemed like hours. With each pothole or quick turn, the police badge would tear and stab at the tender tit tissue. Worse than this, however, was the terror the cop felt as each lurch of the vehicle caused the noose around his balls to tighten, cutting deeper into the shaved nutsack. Black thoughts of retribution would blossom slowly in his mind only to be cut dead by fear with the next jerk of the rushing vehicle. He tried to push from his mind the arousal he felt in spite of his situation. Or, to be honest with himself, because of his situation. He had always been the one on top, the big police officer who seduced and/or subjugated at his whim the unwary studs who travelled this very road. Then, after using their bodies for his perverse amusement, would release them knowing they wouldn't talk. Who would believe their wild stories of sexual humiliation at the hands of a peace officer? But now, here he was without his handcuffs, his nightstick or his cattle prod; without even his uniform which gave him his power, the authority to stop whoever happened to turn him on at the time. Stripped of everything that made him what he was, he still felt the blood stiffening his doubled over, tape-bound cock as it ground into the floor of the jeep. For the first time, self doubt began to creep into his consciousness. Could it be that he actually enjoyed being mastered by these zoomies? His dick ached as it attempted to harden in its bindings, a low, lustful groan escaping unbidden from deep in his throat. He knew that tonight had changed things forever.
The jeep suddenly swerved to the right and came to a skidding stop on the loose gravel in front of a small lakefront fishing cabin. A short, high pitched scream escaped Pig's lungs as the abrupt stop tossed his tormented body in the back of the jeep. The cop-badge tore his flesh, and the ligature around his nutsack bit deeper, drawing a fresh trickle of blood as he tried unsuccessfully to keep his cuffed arms fully extended down his back.
Hearing the cop's outburst, Wolf and Bull looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with evil amusement. "Whoops," they said in unison, then burst into laughter. Stud, sprawled in the back seat, slowly shook his head. "You guys are really too much," his white smile lighting up his face.
Wolf stepped out of the jeep and walked the few yards to the front of the cabin. Sorting through his keys, he selected one and unlocked the door. He had bought this cabin and the few lakefront acres surrounding it several years ago as a particularly shrewd investment. But its main value was the psychological rest it afforded from his day to day military regimen. Opening the door, he stepped into the small, rustic main room and flipped on the light switch. The furnishings were sparse, a few chairs and a large sofa dominated the room, and off in the corner were his freeweights and bench. The infrequent military associates that visited here always commented that the place needed a woman's touch, but Wolf preferred it just as it was, thank you very much.
Striding back outside he joined Bull and Stud who were already unloading the gear from the jeep. "Aren't you guys through with that shit yet?," he grinned at his buddies.
Stud stood at mock attention and saluted, "Sir, no sir!" Bull looked up from the duffel bag he had just pulled out of the vehicle a smile forming on his face, narrowing his bright blue eyes. "Stud, I swear, you crack me up," he laughed, then reached back in to extract more gear.
After all the equipment was brought into the cabin the three zoomies went back to the jeep to get the cop who twisted his head to look at them as they approached, apprehension in his eyes. " I think this pig's big enough to walk on his own," Wolf sneered, cutting the duct tape from the cop's ankles with the hunting knife. "Just remember, I've still got ten grand riding on your balls," he warned the captive. "Any sudden or stupid moves, and you make me a rich man."
Bull reached in and swung Pig's feet out of the jeep, grinding the man's folded dick and balls as he did so, eliciting a deep gasp. Bull pulled the feet, sliding the cop's body out, creating more torment to his groin and causing the badge to tear at the left nipple. As the cop's feet touched the ground Bull and Stud each grabbed an arm and stood him up. Still grasping his arms, they led the policeman into the cabin as Wolf closed up the jeep.
Pig stood in the middle of the main room, afraid to move with the nylon filament still connecting his balls to the handcuffs behind his back. At least he was now able to relieve some of the tension on the noose by moving his hands as far down over his buttocks as he could, causing the sinewy definition of the muscles in his shoulders and triceps to stand out. There was a thin trickle of blood trailing down from his left chest where the pin on the cop's badge had torn at the flesh.
Bull went into the kitchen to grab a beer as Stud waited for Wolf to enter. Stud put one arm around the cop's shoulders, and reached down to grip the tender, swollen nutsack in his other hand. "Ya know," he whispered into Pig's ear, "even with your shaved bod and taped up cock, you're a hot looking man." Stud caressed the ballsack in his hand, extending one finger up into the asscrack. "After a little training, I reckon you'd make a right fine slaveboy." Stud released the cop's testicles and reached up to pinch the man's right nipple. Tracing his finger along the hairy letters on the cop's chest, he slowly outlined the badge pinned to the left tit. Sliding his hand up to the neck, he firmly held Pig's jaw in his hand, turning the head so they were face to face. There was confusion in the lawman's eyes, something new for the sadistic policeman. Bending his neck, Stud ran his tongue up the cop's corded neck, licking up to the jawline towards the chin. "Yeah, man. I've broke a lot of horses in my time, but I'd surely bet it wouldn't compare to breakin' you."
Bull had come back from the kitchen and stood leaning in the doorframe sucking on a beer. "You know what you are, Stud," he grinned. "You're insatiable, is what."
Stud looked around as he rubbed his fingers over the hairy "i" in the center of the cop's chest. "You're right, Bull," he responded, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile, "I surely am. You can take the boy outta the country but you can't make him stop fucking the animals."
Bull snorted, spraying beer over the room as he choked with laughter just as Wolf walked through the front door. Shaking his head in amusement, Wolf walked over and took the can of beer from Bull's hand and chugged it. "Is it any wonder my cabin smells like a brewery? For Pete's sake, Bull, if you're gonna drink beer, at least gag Stud first. You know the effect he has on you." Wolf grabbed Bull's head, pulling it to his chest and looked over at Stud who was flashing that infamous smile.
Pig watched the interaction between the men, his mind racing in disparate directions. His heart had pounded as Stud's tongue licked his flesh. His body was sending messages of pain, and yet his cock tried desperately to harden within the duct tape entrapment. The stabbing torment of the badge pinned to his chest was negated by the gentle stroking of Stud's callused hand. Maybe they were right, a voice spoke in his head. Maybe he really would make a good slaveboy. The sudden thought shocked him and he forced it into submission.
Wolf released Bull, and moving to a small closet behind his weightbench, opened it and brought out a coil of nylon rope. After cutting it in half, he made a noose in one end of each section. Looking up at the heavy wood beams that ran in series across the width of the ceiling, he tossed a loop over each of the two in the center of the room. Slipping the remainder of the rope through the loop, he pulled tight, leaving them dangling six feet apart. Looking over at Stud, he gestured at Pig, "Bring our friend over here. I thought we'd let him hang out with some real men for a change."
Stud grinned, shaking his head and leading the policeman to the center of the room by grasping his bound testicles. "'Hang out with real men' . . . and they say my sense of humor is warped!"
Positioning the cop between the ropes, Wolf cut the fishing line from the handcuffs and wound it around his hand giving a slight tug. Pig gasped as the filament cut again into his scrotum. "Just want you to know, Pig, that I've still got you by the balls, as it were." Then, retrieving the handcuff key from his pocket, Wolf tossed it to Bull. "Take those cuffs off him. Let's see if we can make him more comfortable."
Bull caught the key as he stepped over to unlock the cuffs from behind Pig's back. Wolf tugged slightly on the fishing line as a warning to the cop that fighting now would mean losing in the end. Bull and Stud each took a wrist and tied it to one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling, leaving the cop with his arms stretched high out over his head.
Next, Bull walked over and with little effort carried the 250 pound barbell from the corner of the room and set it at the feet of the strung up lawman. Retrieving the duct tape from the tackle gear piled by the door, he bent down and wrapped a length around the cop's left ankle. Then, stretching it to the outside of the plate, taped it to the bar. Moving to the other side, he secured the right ankle to the opposite end of the bar, leaving the policeman spread eagled in place, unable to move anything except his collared neck and head. Bull slid his hand up the inside of the cop's right thigh, caressing the skin until he reached the tethered ballsack. Gripping the testicles firmly, he heard the cop sigh, then moved his hand up to enclose the tape-bound cock. He could feel it throb with the pulse, trying unsuccessfully to harden in its doubled over condition. Bull kept his grip as, with the other hand, he smoothed his palm along the cop's shaved washboard abs. Pig was moaning gently now, his eyes closed, his head lolled back, a grimace of ecstasy on his face. Bull's palm continued up to the right pectoral and squeezed the muscle, eliciting further moans from the captive cop. Then, moving his hand slowly over to the left pectoral, Bull suddenly hooked his middle finger in his thumb and flicked at the bottom of the shield hanging there. The cop's eyes flew open as his head jerked up, the breath sucked deep into his lungs creating an asthmatic gasp. He looked down to see the blue steel glinting in Bull's eyes. "That was for using that badge to take my buddy from me, asshole. Lucky for you I got him back. You fuck with the Wolf, you've fucked with us all, and I don't like being fucked with." He tightly gripped the cop's balls eliciting another moan, although this one was devoid of any pleasure.
Now that his visitor was securely in place, Wolf unwound the nylon filament from his hand. Bringing a five pound weight from the corner, he tied it to the end of the line, allowing it to swing gently between the cops legs only an inch above the barbell at his feet.
"Whoo-ee, he surely does look purty trussed up there like a Christmas turkey," Stud laughed, deliberately exaggerating his southern drawl, "and from the way he's sweating, I'd reckon he's one o' them thar self basting jobs." Stud looked over at his buddies, flicking his eyebrows up, that grin on his face.
Wolf joined Bull in hearty whoops of laughter as Bull looked at him saying, "Look, Wolf, no beer!" Wolf, catching the earlier reference, guffawed even harder and looked at Stud through the tears. "You guys certainly do a body good."
Stud slightly adjusted the belt around the cop's neck. "Depends on the body, doncha think?" A smile flicked at the corners of his mouth, as he stared into the captive's eyes. "I mean, there's some bodies that would probably disagree."
Wolf, still grinning, wiped the remaining tears of laughter from his eyes. "Ya know, Stud, I do believe you're probably right."
Wolf walked over, grabbing the back of Stud's neck with his left hand. With the index finger of his right hand, he traced the fishing line encircling the base of the cop's ballsack. "And now, if you'll excuse me for a minute, I've got a phone call to make regarding our pal here." Grabbing the policeman's tender nuts, he rolled them in his palm. Pig tried to jerk away but succeeded only in causing the attached weight to pull more snugly on the line. Wolf's face was only inches away, and Pig could see the dark, animalistic menace in the depths of his eyes. Wolf held the gaze for only a moment before releasing the cop and, going to the telephone beside the couch, picked up the handset.
Stud watched as Wolf punched in a series of numbers. Putting his arm back around the cop's shoulders, he leaned close to his ear. "He's really a great guy, you know. But once you piss him off, ya gotta watch out. I remember this one guy that . . .". Stud stopped abruptly as Wolf began speaking into the phone.
"Yeah, Bear, how're ya doin'? It's Wolf. I got what ya wanted here, a little drained but still intact." A smile crept up the corners of his mouth. "I thought you'd be pleased. I didn't expect it so soon myself, but when opportunity knocks, ya know." There was a pause while Wolf listened, suddenly breaking into laughter. "Okay, man. Bring the stuff. A deal's a deal. Later." Hanging up the phone, a sinister smile spread over Wolf's face as he crossed to the lawman. Concern mixed with fear clouded Pig's face as he looked into Wolf's eyes, trying unsuccessfully to read what was behind them.
Wolf reached up and gently smacked at the cop's cheek. "Nothing for you to go worrying your hunky self about. Just a little, uh, business to conduct." A malevolent spark flashed in Wolf's eyes, driving a cold spike of dread into Pig's stomach, his balls trying to retract protectively upward in their sack. "But for now, you're probably pretty uncomfortable with your dick all bent over like that, huh? Bet you'd like to have that cock stand up nice and pretty for us again, right, Pig?" Wolf grasped the firm, throbbing stump at the policeman's groin, feeling it jerk slightly as he did so. Wolf's smile grew into a grin, "Oh, yeah. that's just what I thought. You really are a pervert, aren't you? All trussed up and shaved, in danger of losing your nuts, and you still can't get enough. Well, as usual, the zoomies are here to help." Saying this, Wolf quickly tore the duct tape from Pig's dick, eliciting a short scream as the adherent material pulled from the abraded flesh. Immediately filling with blood, Pig's cock stood jutting from his shaved groin, a bright red rod standing erect above the pale purple nutsack. Already a small, glistening drop of precum appeared at the piss-slit.
"Man," Stud half whistled, "and you say that I'M insatiable! Just look at that pig dick!" Stud reached down and encircled the rod in his large hand, causing the cop to gasp as he flinched at the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his raw manhood. "Aw, man, I'm sorry," Stud said softly, "that's probably real sore, huh? All that jacking off really takes its toll." He flashed his smile at the cop, raising his eyebrows, "But I've got just the thing for that. I'll be right back." Releasing the cop meat, Stud disappeared into one of the other rooms.
Bull watched him go, then turned to Wolf, "Now what's he up to?" Wolf looked back, a smile on his face. "With him it's always hard to say," and they both broke into laughter. "Let's get a beer."
Bull and Wolf returned from the kitchen with their beers just as Stud re-entered from the back room with a tube of ointment. "Our friend, here, has some muscle soreness that I figure I might be able to help with," Stud grinned his famous smile. "I mean, this stuff always soothed me when I tended to overdo it." He held the tube of Ben Gay Ointment up for the cop to see.
Pig looked at Stud, a pleading in his eyes, shaking his head slowly, "Please, Sir, please don't. I've learned my lesson. Please just let me go now. I'll do anything you guys want, I swear. Just please let me go." Fear and fatigue were starting to take its toll on the lawman. Wolf's cryptic phone conversation kept replaying in his mind. He told himself it wasn't the bike gang Wolf had been talking to on the other end. They wouldn't really sell his balls, would they? They were just trying to scare him, to teach him a lesson, right? "Please . . . ," he croaked again.
"There, there," Stud chided, opening the tube and squeezing some ointment into his palm, "you're all tensed up." Pig stiffened as he felt Stud's hands rubbing the cool ointment over his upper back and shoulders. Slowly the coolness turned to warmth, and he let out a long sigh as the massage worked into his muscles. In spite of himself, his dick was again throbbing and rigid, the precum flowing at the tip. The touch of Stud's strong hands provoked a churning in his nuts.
Bull took a swig from his beer and looked at Wolf. "Stud sure does have a way with farm animals, don't you think?" Wolf turned to the blonde muscleman with a lusty grin. "There's only one animal I want to have my way with," he said, running the back of his hand lightly over Bull's massive chest, causing the shorter man to growl as the nipples hardened. "Buddy, you always know the right thing to say." Bull's blue eyes gleamed as he wrapped a muscular arm around Wolf's waist.
Stud, standing behind the bound policeman, continued massaging the cop's firm muscles, working his was down to the lower back. Pig was moaning at the erotic sensations elicited by the zoomie's strong fingers and the warmth of the ointment. Stud paused for a moment to squeeze more into his palm, then rubbed his hands together. He then reached around and simultaneously grasped the cop's hard dick in his right hand and his balls in the left. Pig screamed as the ointment burned like hell fire on his abraded dick and shaved ballsack. His futile jerking attempts to escape, succeeded only in causing the noose around his nuts to further tighten, the ointment penetrating the superficial cuts the fishing line had made there. The pitch of the wailing rose as Stud began to stroke the cop's dick, spreading the ointment further over the chafed, raw skin. Stud pressed his crotch against the policeman's ass as it bucked, oblivious now to the tightening ligature. "Oh, yeah!," Stud whooped, "Ride 'em, cowboy! YeeeeeHaaawwwww!" He continued pumping at the cop's meat as his groin ground into Pig's thrashing ass.
The ointment caused an excruciating agony as its fire penetrated the policeman's privates. His voice became hoarse as the screams ripped from his throat, the torment nearly unbearable. And yet, his cock was throbbing, the precum flowing freely. He supposed Wolf may have been right. He probably was a pervert. In spite of the torture, he could feel he was ready to . . .
"Yeah, man! Shoot that load," Stud shouted as the lawman ejaculated yet again, the thin cum mixing with the ointment, lubricating Stud's pistoning grip. "Man, you are one fucking hot pig," Stud whispered, running his cum-slickened hand over the lawman's rippled abs. Pig's breathing began to slow, and he felt the burning of his genitals intensify as the numbing effects of lust diminished with the orgasm.
"Please," the captive cop croaked, "get it off. Please, man," he begged, "it burns like hell. Please." Stud released his grip and stepped away from the cop, a large tubular bulge extending down his thigh. "Well, boy howdy. I'm right sorry, man. I thought you were enjoying that," he said mockingly. "I was just tryin' to make you feel good, but if you want it off, I'll wipe it off." So saying, Stud went into the bathroom, coming back out a few moments later with a washcloth and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Pig's eyes widened as Stud poured the liquid onto the washcloth. "No! Don't! Please. SIR, Please!" he squealed, as Stud approached.
"Well, make up your mind, buckaroo. Jeez, first you want it, then you don't. Reckon I'll just hafta decide for ya." Pig's raw vocal cords finally gave up, his shrieks turned to raspy gasps as Stud roughly swabbed at the cop's genitals with the alcohol saturated cloth, removing the ointment. Pig's head thrashed from side to side, the sweat on his brow flinging over the room as he croaked in torment.
"Holy shit, good thing you live in the country, Wolf," Bull stated, his arm still around Wolf's waist. "Remind me to stay on Stud's good side. That farmboy's got one wicked imagination!"
"Doesn't seem you really mind all that much," Wolf grinned, rubbing his palm over the bulge in Bull's crotch.
"You make me hot, buddy," Bull smiled, craning his neck up to kiss Wolf's lips.
The stiffened, corded muscles of Pig's body stood out in sharp definition as he tensed in his bonds, while Stud finished removing the ointment with the alcohol soaked rag. His violent, uncontrollable thrashings had caused a fresh laceration from the fishing line around his balls, a thin, crimson line extending down the left side of the nutsack. His face contorted in a grimace of pain as the alcohol found its way into the fresh wound.
Stud stepped away from the cop and looked over at his buddies, holding up the bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Okay, who's next?" he grinned.
Wolf laughed, as he warned the lieutenant, "You stay away from me with that, you asshole!" Then, looking back at Bull, "If I want my groin to burn, I've got a better, more natural way for it to happen."
Bull smiled back, gently grabbing at Wolf's crotch. "Oh, baby!" he teased, squeezing a little harder, feeling Wolf's dick harden in his palm.
Stud shrugged his broad shoulders, a grin still on his face. "Okay, suit yerself. But our friend here sure seemed to find it . . . uh, stimulating." He turned his attention back to Pig, hanging limply now from his ropes, the alcohol evaporating from his tortured genitals. Stud slowly shook his head and whistled, "You surely are one fucking hot catch, man. I just wish I had the time to break you proper. But from the sound of things, Wolf's got other plans. Really a damn shame, if ya ask me. Such a waste." He reached up, grabbing Pig's chin in his strong, callused hand. He saw the pleading, fear and uncertainty in the cop's handsome face. "Yep, a real shame, especially seeing as we're so close already." Stud covered his mouth over that of the relenting lawman, his tongue searching for the cop's. Stud ran his hand from the cop's jaw down his throat, onto the shaved chest and rippled belly, finally coming to rest gently over the limp cock and battered balls.
Pig closed his eyes, a moan emitted from deep in his throat as the zoomie's tongue explored the moist warmth of his mouth. Some deep part of him was shocked at the pleasure he felt at the hands of his captor, while, consciously, his attention was focused on the tongue in his mouth and the warmth of the hand on his groin. His mind told him that maybe this is what he really wanted . . . that those years sadistic domination were really a search for someone that could subjugate him; but his tongue blissfully dueled with the intruder in his mouth, and his hands longed to feel the firm muscularity of the zoomie that controlled him.
Bull watched the lieutenant and the cop. "Looks like Stud's found a pet," he said to Wolf. "I tell ya, that farmboy's got a natural gift in dealing with animals." Then, his arm around Wolf's neck, he moved over to the couch and sat. Wolf laid beside him, his head on Bull's lap, watching the cop's body respond to Stud's manipulations.
Stud pulled his mouth from Pig's, his face still only inches away, as the policeman moaned, his eyes still closed. "Look at me, pig," Stud ordered. Then, as the cop opened his eyes, Stud's gaze penetrated into his mind. The cop knew that Stud could see what he was thinking. "Say it, piggy. Tell your master what you want. Even though I already know, I want to hear you say it." Stud's gaze was firm, controlling, and there was nothing the lawman could do but surrender.
"I want you to fuck me, Sir," the cop barely whispered. "I want to feel you inside of me." The macho defenses of the cop's psyche rebelled at this treason, but were quickly defeated by his fear. Wolf's cryptic phone call had ignited a fire of panic in his brain. Maybe, just maybe, these zoomies really were crazy enough to castrate him. In his current condition his only option was to go along and hope that would be enough to save his balls.
"Please, Sir. Give me your big Air Force cock. Let me feel you in my ass." His voice, though hoarse from the screams, was low and distinct. The preceding events of the evening had stripped away at the carefully developed layers of the policeman's self-image, leaving behind what had previously been deeply buried and carefully disguised.
"Holy shit," Bull whooped, rubbing his hand over Wolf's chest, "I almost think he really means it!"
Stud turned to his buddies sprawled on the couch and grinned. "Well, of course he means it. Cops don't lie. Ain't that right, pig boy?"
Pig's eyes flashed a quick spark of hatred that was gone in an instant. "Yes, master, Sir."
Stud slowly opened the fly of his BDU trousers and, reaching in, pulled out his semi-hard meat, bouncing it a few times in the palm of his hand as it stiffened still more.
Bull looked from Stud to Wolf's face lying in his lap. "He does have that thing registered as a lethal weapon, doesn't he?" They both laughed as they watched their buddy step around behind the bound policeman.
Spitting into his hand, Stud spread the saliva over the asscrack of the cop, then inserted his middle finger into the waiting, warm hole. Pig stiffened slightly at the intrusion, his rectal sphincter trying to contract. Gently, Stud inserted his index finger and then his ring finger as well, and began to slowly move them in and out, relaxing the rebelling sphincter muscle.
Reaching into a pocket of his gaping pants, Stud pulled out a foil wrapped condom, opened it, and sensuously rolled it over his turgid rod. Then, from behind the unaware cop, he picked up the tube of Ben Gay and squeezed out a short length of the ointment into his palm. Rubbing it over his latex covered dick, Stud leaned close to the cop's ear. "You ready for a really hot fuck, piggy?"
Pig just brought his head to his chest in resignation. "Sir, yes, Sir."
Stud grinned his wide white smile as he nudged the head of his cock against the cop's spread asshole, and slowly entered. A questioning look appeared on the policeman's face as his head came up. Sudden realization broke just as Stud's shaft slid in to the hilt, the ointment burning inside him. "NOOOOOOOO! Please. NOOO!" the cop croaked, his ass on fire. First his cock and balls and now his asshole. He almost wished for the threatened castration just to put an end to the torture.
"Oh, yeah, man!" Stud grunted, thrusting his twelve inch manmeat repeatedly into the lawman's inflamed hole. Each lunge heightened the intensity of the burning which in turn caused the cop to thrash in his bonds, his ass clamping down on Stud's invading rod.
"YeeeeHaaawwww!" Stud shouted, bucking furiously now. The cop's limp, red, abused cock lopping up and back with each stroke. The lieutenant's cock stretched his ass, almost splitting him in two as he thrashed, trying to expel the burning molestation.
"Oh, yeah, buck for me, piggy!" Stud's face was flushed, his eyes flashing as his tousled hair matted to his forehead with sweat. Both Stud and Pig grunted in unison with each forward thrust, the rate picking up speed as Stud approached climax. Pig's face was contorted in pain, his eyes squeezed shut, a grimace revealing his clenched teeth. Stud reached up and grabbed at both of the pig's tits, his left hand finding the shield pinned there. Stud suddenly twisted the badge, causing the cop to scream at the pain, his ass muscles clenching down on the dick impaling him. Simultaneously, Stud let out a howl as the cop's final spasm sent him over the edge, his dick erupting a heavy load of cum into the encasing latex. "WhooooooEeeeeee!," Stud yelled, his pistoning slowing down as his chest heaved with each deep breath.
Stud patted at the lawman's hard abdomen before pulling out of his asshole. "Thanks, man. That was really hot."
Wolf grinned from the couch as Bull guffawed, "I'll just bet the hell it was for him!"
Stud looked over, smiling at his buddies. "Well, he gave it his best shot, and I'll bet he could use a drink. Ain't that right, officer?"
The tortured policeman wasn't sure anymore how to respond. In default he just went along and nodded as his raw throat croaked, "yessir".
"Well, I just happen to have a protein drink for ya here," Stud grinned, slipping the condom off his still turgid dick. Putting the open end into Pig's mouth, he raised the tip causing the slimy cum to drain down the cop's throat. The cop almost gagged as he drank the salty jism while Stud stroked at his neck. "That's a good piggie. Drink it all down and some day you'll grow up big and strong."
The last of the cum slid down the cop's throat, the stinging taste of the ointment on his tongue. Stud was just pulling the used rubber from Pig's mouth when there was a sharp rapping at the front door, which was suddenly flung open. A deep voice shouted, "Police! Everybody freeze!"
Pig looked up to see two uniformed figures in the doorway, silver shields flashing from their chests. With his rescue imminent, he turned to Stud, a sneer on his lips. "Get me down from here, asshole!"
"Davidson!," Pig declared, recognizing the first figure in the door. "Am I ever glad to see you guys!" Stepping into the light of the room, the first man was tall and trim, his impeccable, tight fitting blue uniform accentuated his muscularity. He reached over and pulled his nightstick from its ring. His biceps bulged, straining at the short sleeve shirt, a tattoo of a bulldog just visible on the right at the edge of the fabric. The square jaw and dark eyes were set off by a close cropped "high and tight" brown flat top. Pig had seen him around the station and had even talked to him a few times in passing. Always meticulous in manner and appearance, Pig wasn't surprised to learn he was an ex-marine DI. An enigmatic figure, Officer Davidson's off duty time was a complete mystery to his co-workers. Never fraternizing off the job, it was as if he didn't exist out of uniform. But he was a damned good cop, and if you ever needed backup in a hot situation, he was the one everybody wanted at their side.
Davidson strode purposefully the short distance to the middle of the room, leaving the second figure in the shadowy darkness of the entryway. He approached Stud and the bound Pig, who continued with enthusiastic menace, "Look at what these fuckers have done to me! But now that it's three to three, maybe we can even the score. First thing I want to do is . . ." Pig's sentence was clipped short as the nightstick thrust into his belly, knocking the wind out of him.
"First thing you want to do," said the ex-marine in a low, quiet tone, "is shut the fuck up, maggot." Then, looking over at the exposed lieutenant, a hint of a smile flickered at the corners of his mouth. "Still cornholing the animals, huh, Stud?"
Indifferent to his salacious condition, Stud's smile lit up his face. "You know me, Bear. Simple pleasures are still the best."
Recovering from the blow to his stomach, Pig's mind registered the appellation. So, the Bear that Wolf had called wasn't some dirty biker, but another of the group with animal nicknames. Pig couldn't have known that Wolf had given him the handle while he was still in the Corps. Bear had taken a lot of good natured kidding from the zoomies about his drill instructor headgear, but he had that leatherneck pride and accepted the nickname as a badge of honor. Appropriately enough, it still fit now that he was a patrolman. He couldn't change it anyway.
By this time Bull and Wolf had stood from the couch and walked over. "What's with this 'everybody freeze' bit?" Wolf grinned extending his hand to Bear's. "You really get off on saying that, doncha?"
Bear grinned broadly for the first time, slapping Bull on the back. "Well a guy's gotta have some fun in his job, now don't he? How're you doin', Bull? You been sick?" he joshed. "You're nothing but skin and bones."
Bull doubled his fists, feigning a series of playful jabs at Bear's tight stomach. "I'll give ya skin and bones, jarhead."
Stud had replaced his ample meat back inside his trousers and was buttoning the fly. "That's Officer Jarhead, Bull. Careful how you talk to the police. They're our friends, you know."
Bear looked over at the shaved, bound, collared man with the shield pinned to his chest. "Yeah, they are," he said, "with one naked, glaring exception." A cloud darkened the expression on Bear's face. "But then, it takes a damned site more than a badge to make a man a cop, doesn't it?"
Pig's mind was a mass of confusion. Things just weren't adding up. "Davidson, what the hell's going on? You fucking KNOW these bastards?" Fear began gnawing vaguely again at his gut.
"I know a lot of people, maggot," Bear spat. "And I know a lot of THINGS. Like, for instance, what's been going on with you and the rookies." The corners of Bear's mouth drew downward, his brow darkening above his eyes. "But there's one rookie in particular for which you're gonna pay. You see, he's my buddy. More than that, he's my lover." Bear looked over at the open doorway, and Pig's gaze followed to see the second figure which had, by now, moved into the light of the room.
"Fellas," Bear glanced briefly back at the three Air Force officers, "I don't think you've met Officer Manny Cubrelli. Best thing that's ever happened to me." Bear introduced his partner to Wolf, and Bull, then Stud. "And, of course, you've already met this human garbage." Bear nodded toward Pig.
Manny was barrel chested, his wide shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. The broad shoulders and chest gave the illusion that he was shorter than his five foot, ten inches; and this was only reinforced as the taller Bear moved over to put his arm around his buddy's shoulders. The blue serge uniform hugged tightly at the smaller cop's muscular thighs and heavy crotch. His classic italian features were set off by his thick mustache and bluish shadow of beard that refused to remain shaven.
"Yeah," Manny said, looking at Pig. "We've met, haven't we, Officer?" His face was expressionless, though his hands were clenched into tight fists, whitening the knuckles.
"Well, Manny," Wolf began, "it's a pleasure to meet ya, but we're gonna have to get you a nickname. Let's see," he grinned, "you're a rookie cop, and a partner of Bear's. Hell, why don't we just shorten your last name and call you 'Cub'?"
Bear nodded, "Well, he's certainly furry enough, I can vouch for that!" He laughed aloud, clapping Manny on the back.
A smile curled at the edges of the newly nicknamed rookie's mouth, softening the harshness of the features. "Thanks, guys. I guess this means I'm in, huh?"
Bull grasped Cub's shoulder in a beefy hand. "Any friend of Bear's is a friend of ours. And from the sound of things, you're more than just any friend. You ever need anything, we're all here for ya."
Wolf grinned, "What Bull says is true, I can attest to that. We're a close knit family, and I feel like we just got a little brother." Wolf's smile faded slowly as he became more somber. "Listen, Bear's told me a little about what happened with you and our friend, Pig, here. I can relate, believe me. I've almost completed my retribution. Just one more thing and then he's all yours." Wolf looked over at Bear, "You got the stuff?"
"Ten-four," Bear winked, "in the trunk of the vehicle." He then turned to his shorter partner, "Bring in the package, would ya, Cub?"
When Pig first saw Officer Cubrelli in the doorway, he realized his rescue was not to be forthcoming. Pig's eye had been on the short, stocky italian since his first day at the force, and he knew that his time would come. As one of the Field Training Officers, Pig had only to bide his time and wait for the inevitable rotation. All of the rookies would ride with each of the three FTO's for a month at a time. At the end of the third month, provided all three training officers approved, the rookie received his full certification.
As it turned out, Pig was to be the italian rookie's second FTO. During the first month, Pig would see him in the station from time to time, and each encounter stiffened his dick. It was a chance meeting in the locker room, however, that had convinced him that he would have Officer Cubrelli, one way or another. Pig was just changing from his civvies in preparation for his night shift when Manny came in.
"How's it going, Rookie," Pig asked, staring as the younger cop stripped off his uniform shirt, his chest straining at the white cotton t-shirt.
Manny gave a friendly, innocent smile, "Doing real good. That Officer Brown's a great FTO." Pulling the undershirt over his head, he revealed a dense mat of black fur covering his chest and tapering down his rippled abdomen. "You can only learn so much from the Academy. That's why I'm really enjoying this." Manny took off his utility belt and started to open the fly of his uniform trousers.
You're not the only one that's enjoying this, Pig thought silently to himself. His cock was aching in its confinement, and he shifted slightly to allow the meat more room to play.
Manny was apparently oblivious to the effect he was having on Pig, and continued on, "I understand that you'll be my next FTO." He sat to untie and remove his shoes and socks. "I'm looking forward to riding with you." As he stood again, Manny pushed his striped trousers down his muscular thighs and pulled them off. Now wearing just his white jockey shorts, he reached into his locker and pulled out a towel, his firm asscheeks straining at the thin material as he did so.
Pig licked at his lips which had suddenly become dry. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to that, too. I think I'll be able to teach you a few things."
Manny unabashedly pulled off his undershorts and tossed them into the locker. Pulling his shaving kit off the top shelf, he slammed the locker shut and held out his right hand to Pig, "I'm sure you will, Sir. Pleasure talking with you. I'll see you in a couple weeks."
Pig almost gasped as he watched the rookie's meat flop into view. He automatically reached out to shake the man's extended hand, and muttered, "Yeah, I'll be waiting," as the rookie headed into the showers, his dick slapping from side to side with each step.
Looking down at his own bulging crotch, Pig saw a dark blue stain of precum on the left thigh of his uniform. "Shit," he whispered, rubbing absently at the spot, then looked toward the sound of the running shower. "SHIT!," he repeated.
* * * * *
The first few days of the rotation together went uneventfully, with Pig subtly trying to discern just what the beefy rookie was into. Each time he approached the subject, however, Manny skirted the issue of his private life. One way or another, though, Pig was going to get a piece of this action; and if it wasn't going to be consensual, well then, that was fine, too. Several times while they were patrolling the streets, Pig would throw the topic of mansex into the conversation, and Manny would congenially laugh it off.
By the end of the third week, Pig was barely able to maintain his professionalism. The smell of the rookie, the way he talked, and that goddamned hairy body, rippling under the blue serge with each movement, all conspired with Pig's lechery to drive him close to insanity. Throughout the weekend, it gnawed at his gut and consumed his mind. Each time the image of the hirsute, naked rookie formed in his mind, Pig's dick would drip precum in some perverse Pavlovian response.
So it was that, by the following Friday, when an unsuspecting Manny lithely slid into the vehicle beside Pig, his fate was determined.
"Morning, Sir," Manny grinned, his dark eyes sparkling above his black mustache and white teeth as he started the engine of the patrol car. "How'd your evening go?"
Pig's adrenalin was pumping, sweat stains formed in the armpits of his uniform shirt. "It was so-so," he responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "Listen, I need to stop by the house for a few minutes. It's over on Robinson Avenue."
"No sweat," Manny replied, looking in the rearview mirror as he backed the vehicle out of the parking space. As he did so, Pig took the opportunity to scrutinize the rookie's brawny body, his arms bulging as he maneuvered to steering wheel. Yeah, Pig thought, his cock stiffening in his pants, this stud was going to be his, no question about it.
A few minutes later the patrol car pulled into the driveway of Pig's house.
"Come on in for a few minutes, let me show you around." Pig still tried to sound casual, even though lust was taking over control of his body. He stepped out of the vehicle and watched as Manny exited the driver's side, studying the rookie's sinewy movements.
Pig walked to the house with Manny close behind. Unlocking the door, he opened it wide and motioned for Manny to enter. Pig then followed him in and, after surreptitiously glancing around the neighborhood to be sure no one was watching, swung the door shut.
"Nice place you've got here, Sir," Manny stated. "I'd like to have a place like this someday."
"Thanks. It serves my purposes," Pig replied, sweating slightly with anticipation. "You can just put your weapon and gunbelt on the table there."
A quizzical look passed briefly across the rookie's face. It seemed a bit odd that a fellow officer would ask him to remove his firearm, but in deference to his host's wishes, he did as requested.
Pig inwardly smiled at how easy this was going to be. That was your first mistake, rookie, he thought. "Come with me, I want to show you something," Pig motioned to Manny, opening a door that led to the basement.
Manny's fledgling cop instincts told him that something was just not quite right here, but he trusted his fellow officer and dismissed his gut feelings as the product of an overactive imagination. Passing by Pig and heading down the stairs, Manny turned, "Sir, I don't think we should be off patrol for too long."
"Don't worry, boy. I won't tie you up any longer than necessary." Pig tried to smile, but it came off as more of a leer, the glassy eyes hidden from Manny by the dim light in the stairway.
Manny descended the stairs, fighting his intuition, his heart rate increasing slightly. On reaching the bottom of the steps, he was able to see into the murky cellar. His heart thudded dully in his ears, and his mouth dropped open as he took in the sight of a medieval dungeon. A small, barred cell was in one corner, and shackles hung from chains embedded in the stone wall. What appeared to be a large wooden 'x' was in the center of the room, illuminated by a single incandescent bulb overhead. A workbench holding various unfamiliar implements lined one wall.
Manny turned to look at Pig on the stairs, "What . . . ?" Suddenly, fear gripped his stomach, his eyes widening in the gloom. He tried to swallow, but his mouth had gone dry. Pig was standing at the top of the stairway holding the rookie's empty holster in his left hand. In the right hand he held the drawn Glock, the muzzle pointed directly at the younger cop's head.
"What's the matter," Pig grinned, a demonic expression on his face, "don't you like the decor?" His laughter echoed dully off the stone walls.
Manny stood frozen, the blackness of the gun barrel focused his attention. "I don't understand. What are you doing? Is this some sort of a test?"
Pig laughed again, its menace enhanced by the surroundings. "Oh, yeah. It's a test," he chuckled. "And I think you know what I want. You've seen me watching you, and you've been flaunting it in my face for the past three weeks. Well, the marker's due, boy, and I'm here to collect. Now, move over by that cross under the light ."
Manny's mind was reeling. What was happening here? What had he been flaunting? And just what was there to collect? Beads of sweat were forming on the handsome Italian's forehead as he moved to the wooden cross in the center of the room. Under the circumstances, he felt it was best to go along with the scenario.
Pig descended to the bottom of the stairs, the Glock still pointed at the young cop. "That's a good boy," he said, smelling the thick scent of fear. "I gave you every opportunity to do this the easy way. But you're just a prick tease, aren't you, rookie?"
"What are you talking about? Opportunity for what? What have I done?" It was as if the air had become thin. Manny was having a hard time taking a deep breath, and the dryness of his mouth made it difficult to talk.
"I've had my eye on you since your first day at the station. That little show you put on for me in the locker room convinced me your body was going to be mine. One way or another. Now, strip." The smile had faded from Pig's face. "Let's see that body again."
Manny's hands trembled slightly as he reached up to take off his tie and unbutton his uniform shirt. He understood too late that his intuition was correct. This was not a field test. The FTO was psychotic, and there was nothing he could do about it now. Dropping the blue shirt to the floor, Manny slid the white t-shirt over his head revealing the thick black fur on his chest and abdomen, the hair of his armpits matted with sweat.
Pig licked his lips, his nostrils flaring as his eyes narrowed. "That's real nice. Just like I remembered. Now, keep going!"
Manny's heart was racing as he bent over to untie his shoes, his broad back coming into view and the corded muscles in his arms rippling as he undid the laces and removed the shoes and socks. Silently he looked at Pig as he arose again, muted by the mixture of fear and anger. How could this be happening? Why was he forced to strip by a fellow officer he had come to trust and respect? He slowly unbuckled his braided uniform belt and opened the fly of the uniform trousers; then, pushing them down, kicked them off as they settled around his ankles. He stood now, facing his FTO. Dressed only in his white briefs, Manny tried hard not to show the fear gripping his guts.
Pig tossed the empty gun holster he was holding in his left hand aside and pointed to the rookie's undershorts. "Take those off, too! You didn't seem to have any hesitation flopping that dick at me in the locker room."
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