Manny swallowed hard although his mouth refused to supply the saliva necessary to complete the action. Shucking off this last item of clothing, his humiliation caused him to cover both hands over his manhood, the fear driving his testicles high in the scrotum.
Pig laughed at this futile attempt, "Since you can't seem to keep your hands away from your dick, why don't you make them useful?" Then, in response to the rookie's questioning look, added, "Pump your cock, asshole. Stroke it for me, show me how you do it at home."
"Please," Manny began, "don't . . ."
Pig aimed the weapon down at the man's hairy groin. "You either start beating that meat, or I'll fix it so that you won't ever have to worry about beating it again!"
Even in its flaccid state, the Italian's meat was a handful, and Manny stroked it slowly. Though inhibited by fear, his cock began to rise to the familiar caress.
"That's a good boy," Pig taunted. "Make it hard for me. Yeah, man, I knew that fucker'd be impressive. Use that other hand on your tits. Make 'em stand up at attention!" Pig was obviously enjoying the reluctant show before him. He moved his left hand to fondle the bulge extending down his right thigh, a dark stain of precum spreading across the fabric.
Manny stroked harder at his meat while twisting and pulling at his nipples through their cover of black fur, his ministrations becoming automatic after years of practice. He tried to suppress the fear, hoping that once he drained his balls this nightmare would end. His right hand pumped faster on his rod, while the left ran through the pelt on his chest and abs. He could feel the cum churning for release from his balls, his breath now rapid and shallow.
Pig's eyes were glazed with lust, the stain of precum growing larger as he absently grabbed at the throbbing cock imprisoned in his uniform. "Oh yeah, man, I knew you'd get into this once you got started. Shoot your load for me, you fuckin' hot Wop!"
Manny's head was thrown back, his eyes wide, his mouth forming a gaping 'o'. The precum from his piss slit lubricated his pistoning fist as it glided over the head of his dick. His abdomen was rock hard as his hips bucked in prelude to orgasm. "Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh . . . ," he panted. "Oh, god! I'm gonna . . . UHHHhhhhhh!" Suddenly, a white geyser shot forth from the hunky muscleman's thick cock, and splattered in small puddles on the concrete floor. Drawing several deep breaths, Manny's humiliation and embarrassment returned. He hung his head in shame as his dick hung semi-turgid over his ample ballsack, a thin drop of cum dangling from the tip.
"Bravo!," Pig cheered enthusiastically, "that was some performance, rookie. Much better than that little preview you gave in the locker room. But just look at that mess you made all over my basement floor." Suddenly his voice became menacing, "Clean it up, asshole!"
Manny looked around him for a towel or rag with which to wipe up the manjuice seeping into the concrete floor. Finding none, he grabbed his discarded t-shirt from his pile of clothing.
"Not with that, you fuck-off," Pig growled. A sneer formed across his face. "Lick it up!"
Manny's stomach turned over, but the business end of his firearm pointed at his groin was enough incentive for the hairy bodybuilder to kneel. Then, down on all fours, he stuck out his tongue and licked hesitantly at one of the slimy globs. Forcibly restraining himself from vomiting, he sluggishly lapped up the remaining semen, the grit and dirt grinding between his teeth as he clenched his jaws.
"That's a good boy," jeered Pig. "You did such a good job, I may just have you do the whole basement." A look of revulsion and dread shrouded the handsome rookie's face. Pig saw this and laughed, "Well, not right now. I've got other plans for you." A cold, maniacal look settled in his eyes, "Get up and fasten your ankles in the restraints."
The naked rookie stood, his stomach still attempting to heave up the filth from the basement floor. He hesitated momentarily, glancing at Pig with a look of the betrayed.
Tilting his head slightly and raising his eyebrows, Pig cocked the hammer of the firearm aimed at the Italian's genitals. "Do it," he growled with a quiet menace.
Manny's mind was racing. Should he attempt to rush the psychotic cop and risk being castrated by his own weapon? Or worse. Pig had obviously thought this through. Using the rookie's weapon instead of his own gave him an alibi in the event he had to use it. Dump the body in some alleyway with the polished weapon and wait for the ten-sixty call. Officer down. Shot by some hood with his own Glock. He was just a rookie, after all. Hey, these things happen.
No! It wasn't going to happen! Not to him, and not like this! A bitter anger welled up in Manny's chest, but he realized his best course of action was to do as he was told. With his back to the wooden 'x', he leaned forward and closed the shackles around each ankle.
Pig licked his lips, his lust on full boil. The sticky stain of precum continued to grow as he watched his hairy victim secure himself to the cross. "Now the right wrist, asshole."
Manny reached his right hand high over his head, using his left hand to attach the restraints to the wrist. Pig nodded as if to an obedient child. "That's a good boy. Now, put your left hand behind your head."
The hunky rookie did as instructed, his heartbeat thudding louder in his ears. Pig moved behind the cross and held the gun to Manny's temple. With his left hand, he attached Manny's left wrist to the remaining restraint, leaving him securely spread eagled to the wooden cross.
Stepping around front, Pig gaped at the magnificent view of the bound, hairy, muscleman before him. Sweat ran in small rivulets from Manny's armpits and glistened in the hairs of his chest and belly. "Oh, baby! You ARE a hot piece of work," Pig chuckled. Suddenly, Pig sank his face into the rookies right armpit, licking hungrily at the sweat, then moved to the left.
Manny was startled by the unexpected move and gasped at the feel of a man's tongue on his body. The pleasurable sensation caused him to swallow, tasting the semen and dirt he had licked from the floor.
Pig ran his tongue though the forest of chest hair until he found the rookie's left nipple and began to suck. As he sucked and licked, Manny moaned softly, the nipple becoming hard, and protruding a quarter inch from the base. Taking it between his teeth, Pig bit down hard, eliciting a scream from the young cop. Pig let out an evil laugh as he moved to the right nipple and gripped it between his teeth, pulling it from the man's chest.
"Oh, please! Stop," Manny lamented, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Pig ran his hand through the fur on the man's chest, down his belly and fondled the cock and balls nestled in the thick crotch hair. His face was inches from the blue-jowled captive's. "You made me do this, asshole. By looking the way you do. By moving and acting the way you do." There was a coldness in the eyes that Manny had never seen before in the man he had come to trust as his FTO and fellow officer. "And I know you want it too. You've been taunting me since you arrived. Well, your taunting's over and my fun's begun." Pig grasped Manny's jaw in his left hand and stuck the gunbarrel in the rookie's mouth. "Show me how good you are at sucking, Wop-cop."
Adrenaline surged into the naked man's bloodstream as panic gripped his chest. He closed his lips over the cold steel, tasting metal and bitter oil on his tongue. Squeezing his eyes shut, in terror of having the weapon discharge, he felt the barrel slide slowly in and out of his mouth.
Pig smiled evilly. "Oh, yeah. You're good at that," and continued to ram the gunbarrel into the frightened rookie's throat. After a few minutes, he tired of this and withdrew the weapon. Manny exhaled a ragged breath of relief and opened his eyes to see Pig holding the pistol in front of his face. Without taking his eyes off Manny's, a slight smile on his face, Pig placed the barrel into his own mouth and licked off the saliva that coated it. Then, removing it from his mouth, he ran his tongue over his lips and laid the weapon on the workbench along the wall.
Taking a two inch leather ball stretcher from a jar of water in which it had been soaking, he approached the spread-eagled hirsute captive. "You're going to like this," he sneered, fixing the leather tightly around the base of the ballsack, forcing the nuts to the bottom, stretching the remaining skin, and then locked it into place with a small padlock. "An interesting fact about leather is that it tends to shrink as it dries. I like to think of it as a lover's embrace." Again, Pig emitted a maniacal laugh and gripped the rookie's cock in his hand. Bending forward at the waist, Pig took the Italian's meat into his mouth and sucked, his tongue brushing lightly at the sensitive base of the cockhead.
Despite his terror, Manny's dick began to again harden in response to the warm, moist caress. "That's the way," Pig slurped at the cockhead, his hand working the base of the shaft. "I need it good and hard for my next trick."
"Oh, damn," Manny moaned. What was this psycho-pervert up to now? He watched as Pig released his cock, and went back to the workbench. Sorting through the equipment, he selected a simple box with a crank on the side and two thumb screws on the top. Picking up a leather bag, he brought the items in front of the rookie. Opening the bag, he withdrew two metal rods, each with a length of plastic coated wire soldered to the end. One was about eight inches long with a gradual flare that sharply tapered at the base where the wire was attached. The second one was simply a thin, rounded rod about an eighth of an inch in diameter and twelve inches in length.
Pig talked as he went about attaching the loose ends of wire to the thumb screws on the top of the box. "You ever hear of the Tucker telephone, Wop-cop? Handy little device. Actually little more than a simple crank generator." Taking the flared rod, he spit on it and spread the lubricant over the tip. Then, reaching between the furry, spread legs of the young cop, inserted it into the asshole with a firm shove until the sphincter muscle closed over the tapered neck, holding it in place. Manny gasped at this violent intrusion, his eyes wide. The cold metallic dildo pressed on his prostate causing his cock to harden still more and forcing a clear drop of precum from the opening.
Pig saw this and grinned. "That's good. You're gonna need that lube for this next step." With the thin rod in his right hand, Pig grasped Manny's jutting dick in his left. Then, slowly, he inserted the rod into the piss-slit through the precum, leaving a quarter inch extending from the tip.
Manny clenched his teeth as the foreign object entered his manhood and continued through the urethra into his prostate. Scared as hell, he had never had anything inside his penis before, and didn't particularly want it now.
"This is great," Pig leered, his eyes shining coldly, "you're gonna get a charge out of this!" He giggled at his own joke as he picked up the box and grasped the handle on the side. He locked his gaze on the wide, dark eyes of his victim. "You ready?"
Manny started to speak and shake his head no, when Pig quickly turned the crank on the box. Immediately, fire seared the rookie's groin as the generated electricity flowed through his prostate between the two electrodes. A shriek of fear and agony exploded from his lungs, a look of surprised anguish on his face.
"Didn't I tell you it'd be great?" Pig whooped, again cranking the handle on the box.
Manny's body convulsed as the shock entered his body. He felt as if he had to shit and piss, but the electrodes prevented him from doing either. "Please! No more. Please!"
Pig's face darkened as a scowl formed below his brows, "Maybe from now on you'll be a little more careful about who you go flopping that dick at, asshole." He turned the crank again, causing the rookie's body to spasm. "If you're gonna play the game, you gotta pay the price!"
Manny's breath was coming in short gasps. "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry. I didn't know. . . Ahhhhhhrrrggh!" he clenched his teeth, biting his tongue as another jolt crossed the embedded electrodes.
"Well, you're just not getting into the spirit of this at all," chided Pig, setting the box down. "But, I've got something that'll take care of that." Reaching between the man's thighs, he grabbed the end of the buttplug and pulled it out, eliciting an "Unnnnhhhhhh" from the Italian captive cop. Taking the still throbbing cock in his hand, Pig then extracted the thin electrode from the man's urethra. Grabbing the rookie's shiny, extended ballsack, he reached up with his other hand to smack lightly at Manny's cheek. "Now don't you go anywhere. I'll be right back." Releasing the nuts after a quick squeeze, Pig turned and stomped up the stairs.
Manny, exhausted, wondered what could be next. What did he mean that he had something? And when was this torment going to end?
Moments later Manny looked up at the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs. Pig came down still dressed in full uniform, his cock bulging obscenely down his thigh. Walking up to Manny, he held up what looked like a wax bullet. "I hope you appreciate this," he began. "These things are damned expensive. Have to have them smuggled in from Europe." The sneer was back on his face. "But the effects are worth it. Ya see, this contains a drug that works as one fucking powerful aphrodisiac. Once absorbed into the body, the brain gives way to five or six hours of mindless lust. Nothing else matters, but getting off. Of course, in larger doses, it eventually leads to a loss of consciousness." He opened his palm to reveal two more of the wax ovals. "That's why I brought you three of 'em." He smirked, as Manny looked at him with questioning eyes. "Oh, they work. Believe me. They've come in very handy." Pig chuckled to himself. "You're going to thank me for this," he reached around to spread the rookies hairy asscheeks and inserted the first suppository. Manny tried to clamp his ass shut, but it was a futile attempt as Pig inserted another of the suppositories. His brain started to cloud vaguely as he felt a tingling sensation in his groin. Looking down, Manny saw his cock jutting out above his stretched ballsack, the head swollen and purplish, clear precum dripping to the floor. "Unnnrrrr," he grunted, as the tingling spread through his groin and belly. There was no resistance as Pig inserted the third suppository into his asshole.
Suddenly, Manny's whole purpose in life was to cum. He wanted . . . no, he NEEDED to grab his dick and beat it until it spewed hot seed from his tethered balls. Lust burned in his eyes as he pulled at the restraints holding his wrists, a thin line of drool trickled down from the left side of his mouth. The tingling in his groin became a pulsating current demanding release. A look of pleading came over his face as he pulled at the wrist restraints.
Pig watched, amused. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna have a GOOD time!" and laughed as he undid the restraints at the rookie's ankles. Then he stood and undid Manny's right wrist from it's bonds. Immediately, the rookie grabbed his cock and began furiously pumping. As Pig released his left wrist, Manny used that hand, too, to minister to his throbbing meat.
With all his consciousness focused on his cock, Manny barely realized being led to the cell in the corner of the basement where he stood stroking violently on his dick. The muscles of his arms and chest bulged in stark relief, as his collared balls slapped painfully from side to side. The cell door swung shut with a metallic screech and Pig put a padlock in place and closed the hasp.
"I gotta get back on patrol," he called to the busy captive, "I'll be back after shift. But don't worry, I'll cover for you." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he climbed the stairs and closed the door.
Pig returned that evening to find Officer Cubrelli slumped in the far corner of the cell. His hand still gripped at his limp, red dick. Dried and drying cum matted the hair on his chest, belly and arms, as well as spotting the floor of the small cell in testament to the effects of the aphrodisiac he had been administered. His balls were bluish purple below the constricting, dried leather ball stretcher. The leather was covered with scratches where the now unconscious officer had apparently tried to remove it as it squeezed down on his tortured testicles.
Reaching into a cabinet beside the cell, Pig pushed a button and removed a videocassette, grinning at the motionless, hairy hulk in the cell. "Well, this should prove to be entertaining, if what you look like now is any indication."
Going to the rookie's discarded uniform heaped in a pile by the wooden 'x', Pig pulled out the wallet. Taking out the driver's license, he looked at the address and returned it to the wallet, which he then replaced in the uniform trousers. Reaching into a front pocket he took the rookie's keyring, putting it into his own pocket. Whistling cheerfully, he gathered up the pile and carried it to the door connecting to the garage. Opening the trunk of his cruiser, he tossed the policeman's uniform and equipment in and slammed it shut. He then opened the back door of the vehicle, and, leaving it wide, stepped back into the basement dungeon.
Returning to the cell, he unlocked the door, opened it and stepped in. He kicked lightly at the ribs of the young cop, getting no response. Grinning an evil smile, he began whistling again as he bent and, with a little effort, hoisted the muscular rookie's limp body over his shoulders and carried it to the garage. Laying Manny on the back seat, he closed the cardoor, still whistling brightly.
He spent the next hour and a half editing the videotape onto a fresh cassette which he then slipped into its jacket. Stopping at the desk to write a short note on a yellow post-it pad, he tore off the sheet and stuck it to the cassette box.
Standing on his doorstep with the cassette in his hand, he closed and locked his front door, then stared up at the now dark and star filled sky. He began whistling again as he went down the steps, opened the garage door, and got into his patrol car, tossing the cassette on the empty passenger seat. He turned around as he backed the car out of the driveway, glimpsing down briefly at the sprawled, naked form of Officer Cubrelli in the back seat, and began chuckling to himself. Putting words to the tune he had been whistling, Pig sang softly to himself, a grin on his face, "I fought the law, and the law won . . ."
Driving to the address he had memorized from the license, Pig parked the car, turned off the lights and engine, and exited. Going the few feet to the front door, he rang the doorbell of the darkened house, assuring himself there was no one else home when the chimes went unanswered. Taking the rookie's keyring from his pocket, he found the housekey, inserted it in the lock, and opened the door. Then, returning to the cruiser, he opened the back door, and lifted the naked officer over his shoulders. Carrying Manny into the bedroom, he tossed him onto the kingsize bed and looked around. Something struck him as not quite right. His cheery mood evaporated and his eyes narrowed as he realized what it was. The pair of police issue sweats hanging from the doorknob were several sizes too large for the short Italian he had just unloaded. Moving to the bureau, he picked up a framed picture of two men with their arms around each other's shoulders, smiling at the camera. "Davidson!" Pig whispered in amazement, then turned to the body on the bed and grinned. "You little devil. No wonder you were always so evasive about your personal life." Looking back at the picture, then at the sweats, he continued, "This also clears up a lot of the mystery about that fucking high and mighty ex-grunt." Going to the closet, Pig opened it revealing several sets of regulation police uniforms, one short and the other long. "Oh, yeah. This clears up a helluva lot."
Pig went out to the car, opened the trunk and gathered the pile of clothing and equipment into his arms. Closing the lid as quietly as possible, he stopped to retrieve the videotape from the front seat. Carrying his load back into the house, he dumped it on the floor at the foot of the bed, placing the cassette on top with the yellow post-it note in plain view.
Standing in front of the dresser mirror, Pig adjusted his uniform and patted a few errant hairs back into place. "You know what," he grinned at his reflection in the mirror, "I'm in the mood for some fun, how 'bout you?" The image in the mirror nodded back at him. "Yeah, I thought so." Then, he turned, walked out of the house, locked the front door, got into the patrol car and headed for his favorite stretch of deserted, dark country road. "Maybe we'll get lucky and catch that fucking zoomie tonite. Yep, we just might."
Manny heard his name being called, and tried to rise but couldn't lift his head. It was as if a large weight had been clamped to his temples, holding his head against the ground. He attempted to open his eyes, and was blinded by a great ocean of light. Still, he heard his name being called over and over. Slowly he was able to swim to the surface of the light, his head throbbing in a vice like grip. He opened his eyes and looked directly into the moist brown eyes of his lover.
Bear had come home from night shift to find Manny curled on the bed, cum matting the hair on his body, his dick swollen and red, and his testicles bound in the constricting leather ball stretcher. He'd had to get his bolt cutters from the cruiser to remove the padlock that held it in place.
His initial panic had faded when he checked Manny's carotid and found a pulse. He tried slapping his lover's cheeks lightly to revive him, calling his name, tears welling up in his eyes. He cradled Manny's head on his large bicep, stroking his hair with the other hand. "Manny," he repeated over and over as if the mantra itself would revive his fallen comrade.
"Bear . . .?" Manny's eyes began to focus. The ocean of light was the morning sun shining brightly through the bedroom window. "Bear?" he repeated.
"I'm here, Manny. I'm here. It's okay, buddy." His voice was choked, tears welled up and ran down his cheeks as he held the rookie's head to his chest.
Manny wrapped his muscled arms around Bear's waist like a drowning man grasping at a log. They stayed like this for the next ten to fifteen minutes, as, slowly, Manny regained his bearings. Gently, Manny eventually pulled away from Bear and turned his head in shame and humiliation. His head was throbbing as he watched the curtains billow gently in the breeze from the window.
"Manny, what . . .?" Bear began.
"Please, Bear. I can't. Not right now." He looked with hollow eyes at his partner's face and saw the love and concern in the rigid features, but he couldn't talk about it yet. He had to get it straight within himself first. Then, maybe. Manny rose from the bed, the pounding ache in his head worsening as the room began to spin. Holding on to the bedpost for a few seconds, the vertigo stopped, and he started toward the shower. Manny passed by Bear who was seated on the edge of the bed watching, and reached out to take his head in both hands. He ran his right hand over the ex-marine's flat top, then wiped away a tear from his buddy's cheek with his thumb. "I love you, Bear. That's all you gotta know for now." Bear sat silent as Manny entered the bathroom and turned on the shower spray. "I love you too," Bear said, although no sound escaped his lips.
Although relieved his lover was alive, and apparently without any lasting physical damage, Bear was, nonetheless, gravely concerned. He had never seen Manny like this. They always talked about everything. Bear was the one who convinced Manny to join the force. And they were excited when they found out Bear was to be his final FTO. But, now...
Bear shook his head and stood. He started unbuttoning his uniform when he noticed the pile at the foot of the bed. He bent down and picked up the videocassette carton, reading the attached post-it note: Officer Cubrelli, Congratulations on passing your second month. Thought you'd enjoy this present. We're not through yet. Say the word and a copy goes to the Chief and the Police Commissioner.
Putting the cassette on the dresser top, Bear stooped to pick up the rookie's uniform, removing the brass and pens from the shirt in preparation for the cleaners. Finally, he slipped off the badge and held it tightly in his palm, tears again welling up in his eyes.
The weekend passed and, still, Manny wouldn't talk about what had happened. Everything else had appeared to be returning to normal, and Bear took pains not to bring up the matter of what occurred Friday night.
Late Sunday night, Bear was readying a uniform for the next day when Manny walked into the bedroom. "Manny, you want me to get a uniform set for you?" Bear asked.
"No, thanks. I'll get it," Manny replied, reaching into the closet to pull out one of his uniforms. He put the brass on the collar and the nametag over the right pocket. Then, taking the badge, he hesitated. He held it in his hand staring at it, tears suddenly rolling down his cheeks. "I can't. I can't do it, Bear. It's not right." He looked at Bear. "I'm not fit to be a cop." Bear moved over and hugged the short Italian's head to his chest. "Manny, you're more of a cop than most cops I know. Talk to me, buddy. I want to help, but you've got to talk to me."
For the next thirty minutes, Manny related the story of what had occurred, as far as he could remember, on Friday morning up to the insertion of the suppository, and then everything blacked out. Bear listened quietly as Manny recounted his ordeal, but the blood of anger burned in his cheeks.
"The tape," Manny said hoarsely, "we've got to see what's on the tape."
The video cassette sat untouched on the dresser where Bear had placed it. Removing the tape from its case, Manny slipped it into the VCR and watched as the screen flicked from a flat blue to an image of him stripping off his uniform. The sound had been taken out, and the tape had obviously been edited as it quickly changed to Manny masturbating himself and licking up his cum from the floor. The rest of the tape was edited highlights of his six hours in the cell ecstatically abusing himself, until finally collapsing unconscious to the floor in the corner.
They watched in silence as the image faded and snow appeared on the TV screen. "Bear, that first part I had a weapon drawn on me. The rest of it . . . I don't even remember any of that. I . . ."
"It's okay, buddy. I know. I know." Bear held Manny's head to his chest. "We'll get the fucker. That's a promise."
Finally, the catharsis of getting the story out relieved Manny of a heavy burden. Between the two of them, Manny and Bear could carry the load. Bear looked into his buddy's eyes, "Let's go to bed," he said softly. That night they made deep, passionate, masculine love, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
* * * * *
It was a week later when Bear got the phone call from Bull. At first Bear couldn't make sense out of the raving voice on the other end of the line. He had known Bull for quite a few years, but had never heard him like this. After some gentle questioning, he was able to calm the impulsive muscleman enough to get the gist of what had happened.
"Wolf just told Stud and me last night, Bear," Bull's voice trembled slightly, "It happened a week ago, and he just told me last night. He's been acting so strange lately. I want the cop's ass that did this to him. You gotta help me, buddy." Bull's rate of speech began to speed up again, his voice taking on a slightly frantic edge. "He won't go to the police. Says that it's his word against the bastard's, and he doesn't know who to trust. You're his friend, Bear. Please, can't you help?"
Bear sat stunned after hearing the story of what had happened to Wolf. Holding the phone numbly to his ear, a feeling of deja vu washed over him like a cold ocean wave. "Bull, listen. First, you've got to get control of yourself. I want this fucking slime as bad as you do. Believe me. Get Wolf and Stud together and meet me at the bar tonight after shift. I've got something I have to tell you guys, too. It's important, Bull."
"Plus . . .," he added with an enigmatic tone, "I've got a plan."
And, so, it was a somber group that sat at the corner booth in the quiet neighborhood bar that night as Bear related the account of his lover's ordeal at the hands of the maniac cop. They all agreed that justice wasn't going to be enough for this monster. What was called for here was . . . revenge.
Pig swallowed hard as Cub turned and walked out the front door into the night. The remaining men turned to look at the rogue patrolman strung up in the center of the room. The badge pinned to his chest flickered, reflecting the light as fearful tremors racked his body. Things were going very wrong.
Bear studied the spreadeagled form in front of him. He glanced from the belt collaring Pig's neck, down to the shaved letters on his chest with the badge suspended above the dried trail of dark blood on the left, and finally to the battered, bruised, swollen meat hanging from the denuded groin. Pig's nutsack was purple, the iron weight causing the slip knot of the fishing line to tighten with each movement as it ensnared his balls.
"Damn, Wolf," Bear sneered, "looks like you guys started way ahead of me."
Wolf grinned at his tall friend in blue. "Sorry, Bear. Things just sorta happened all at once. When we found him out there on that same road where he attacked me, I guess we got carried away."
Stud reached up and draped a big arm around Pig's neck and grinned. "Actually, he's lucky to still be alive. I thought sure Bull was gonna kill 'im when he went charging into the woods."
Bull looked down at the floor, his hands balling into fists as he remembered the scene. "Yeah, well, at the moment, so did I." Then, he looked into the gently smiling face of Wolf, "But I don't regret it. You fuckin' scared the hell outta me, Wolf. I was afraid we'd lost you for good."
Wolf wrapped his arms around Bull. "As long as I got you by my side, I'll make it through anything, Buddy."
Bear quietly watched the scene in front of him as a lump formed in his throat. The similarity with the relationship he and Manny shared was striking. He wondered, vaguely, whether this sick bastard hanging from the rafters realized just how many lives he had affected. Or if he even really cared. His reverie was broken as Manny re-entered the cabin carrying a leather satchel, and handed it him. "Thanks, Cub." He grinned at the newly nicknamed Manny and slapped him on the back.
Wolf looked up as Cub came back in. "Bear, you sure you know how to use that thing?"
Bear laughed, hefting the leather bag. "Well, I think so. Zack gave me a couple lessons and said all I need is a little more practice. Anyway . . .," he began, a look of amusement crinkling his eyes, "this sorta thing just comes naturally to a Marine."
Stud, his arm still draped around Pig's neck, leaned close to his ear. "Uh oh," he whispered, conspiratorially, a big grin on his face, "I don't like the sounds of that, do you?"
Pig turned his head and spat at the zoomie's handsome face, the spittle striking him below the left eye. He began straining futilely at his bonds, but stopped as the weight pulled on his scrotum, re-opening the laceration from the filament. "You fuckin' assholes! Let me go. You can't do this to me, goddammit! You can't fuckin' DO THIS!!" The pitch of his voice rose to a squeal, his eyes blazing.
Stud reached up with his right hand and wiped the saliva from his cheek; then, in a quick, continuing movement, backhanded the astonished captive cop across the face. "I've already explained to you," Stud began in a quiet, controlled voice, "it takes quite a bit to get me riled, but damned if you haven't about reached my limit."
Bull looked over at Pig, his blue eyes wide. "Holy shit! I'd be really careful if I were you, asshole. The most explosive dynamite always has the longest fuse. And you're real close to a detonation."
Stud's face was hard as he tapped firmly at Pig's cheek. "Good advice," he said through clenched teeth. Then, unhooking his arm from Pig's neck, he stepped over to Bull and whispered, "I like that dynamite thing. That's good." He flashed his wide, white smile, "That's real good."
"Alright, men," Wolf called, going toward the bathroom, "let's get this over with. I'm sure Bear and Cub have some plans of their own for our guest here."
Pig looked over at Cub and saw the narrowed eyes, the slight smirk forming below the mustache on the Italian's face. His heart thudded in his chest as he watched Cub reach up and wipe the back of his hand across his thick black mustache.
Moments later, Wolf came back out with a set of barber clippers he and his buddies used to maintain their military haircuts. "Seems to be a little hair we forgot to take care of," Wolf grinned as he turned on the battery powered clippers. "Stud, hold his head still, would ya?"
Stud grabbed the cop's head in both strong hands and held tight as Wolf ran the shears from the nape of Pig's neck to the crown of his head, leaving a broad strip of stubble in it's wake.
Pig's eyes went wide as the remainder of his hair was taken from him. How could he be seen in public? How was he going to explain this at the station?
"Tell ya what," Wolf said over the sound of the clippers, " you be a good little piggie and we might just let you keep your mustache and eyebrows. How's that?"
Pig didn't say a word, unable to move his head in Stud's strong grip; but his eyes darted from person to person, desperation showing there. When Wolf had finished and turned off the clippers, Pig was left with no more than an eighth of an inch of hair on his head, his once proud mane lay in clumps on his shoulders and the floor around his feet.
Going back to the bathroom, Wolf returned with a can of shaving cream and a razor. Shaking the can, Wolf held the nozzle to the top of Pig's head and released a thick trail of foam. After smoothing it over the man's stubbled scalp, he wiped his hand on Pig's chest to remove the excess. Then, with slow deliberation, proceeded to shave the rest of the stubble from the rogue lawman's head.
"Now THAT's a 'high and tight', maggot!" Bear laughed as he watched Wolf complete his work. Pig quaked with fury and humiliation, powerless in his present condition. "You fuckers are all going to pay for this," he spat. "You hear me? You're all going to fucking pay!"
Cub stepped up to the ranting Pig, "I really don't believe you're in much of a position to be issuing threats." His voice was quiet and low, but the intensity of his expression muted the sadistic cop. "Things are a whole lot different on the other side, aren't they . . . Sir?" Cub asked with heavy sarcasm.
Pig knew enough to shut up as he saw the dark haired Italian's volcanic anger seething just below the surface, ready to erupt. He dropped his gaze and hung limply from the suspending ropes.
Wolf approached the quieted captive as he addressed his cohorts. "Okay, fellas. Let's get him down from here so Bear can do his work."
Pig's head came up to look into Wolf's eyes but there was nothing there to explain what he meant, just a glinting of malicious amusement. Again, Pig tried to swallow as a fear of the unknown gripped at his gut and dried his mouth.
Wolf took the hunting knife and, reaching down, cut the silver duct tape from Pig's ankles, releasing them from the barbell. Bear walked over to the weight bench in the corner of the room and looked over at his four buddies gathered around the defeated sadist. "Bring the cocksucker over here. I think your bench will do just fine, Wolf."
Bull and Cub each grabbed one of Pig's wrists as Wolf cut him free from the suspending ropes. Bringing his arms down behind his back, they then lifted him by the armpits and half carried, half dragged the reluctant form over to where Bear was standing with the leather satchel. Pig winced in pain as the still attached weight pulled and cut into his nutsack as it dangled freely between his legs.
Forced to lie on his belly on the cold bench with the police badge tearing at his tit, Pig realized it was useless to resist as Bull and Cub used the duct tape to secure his arms to the tubular steel supports. They then passed the roll to Wolf and Stud who similarly secured his legs to the other end.
Stud stood up and looked admiringly at the exposed asshole of their captive, running his palm over the muscular globes. "God damn, if he don't have a pretty ass!" he grinned, then took his middle finger and traced from the tethered nuts upward along the asscrack, causing the hole to reflexively pucker. "And it's just begging to be fucked, too!"
"No!" Pig protested, "leave me the fuck alone! Stay away from my ass, you sons of bitches! Haven't you done enough?" He was struggling at his taped wrists and ankles, his head thrashing from side to side.
"Officer," Cub began in his low, quiet voice, "and I use the term in its extremely loosest sense, we haven't even started yet."
Bear walked over to his short buddy and laughed. "You certainly got that right, man." He held his right palm high in the air to high five with Cub. Then, straddling the weight bench with his long legs, Bear set the leather bag on Pig's upper back and opened it.
Unable to turn in order to see what was happening, Pig's fear stepped up another notch. He felt the weight of the bag on his back and again began straining to break free. He felt a rough, calloused hand reach between his legs to grab at his abraded and abused cock and pull it backwards between his legs. "Hey," Stud hooted to his companions, "the fucker's got another hard on! I'm tellin' ya, this is one hot little slave pig." Pig's face reddened in humiliation and rage as he felt the zoomie's hand encircle his meat. The pain of it being pulled downward in its turgid state increased as Bear sat his weight on the small of Pig's back as he sorted through the equipment in the leather bag.
"What are you doing?" Pig asked, thrashing his head. "Just leave me the fuck alone. Please. Don't do this."
Bear looked up from the satchel between Pig's shoulders. "Yo, Wolf! You're going to have to hold his head still for me. Otherwise I might mess this up, and I'm sure he wouldn't want that."
Wolf laughed as he stepped in front of the bound, newly bald lawman. Kneeling down he took Pig's head in his hands, holding it like a vice so that their eyes met. "This is it, piggie. The final act of payback, and then I let you go." A look of what may have been relief flashed in Pig's eyes. "Of course," Wolf continued, "I can't say what your two colleagues have in store for you. I said that I would let you go. But into their custody." The fear and anger returned to Pig's face as understanding dawned on him. He saw the glinting of Wolf's eyes and the sneer curling the corners of his mouth. Gathering a wad of saliva, he spat at Wolf's face, but the Captain saw it coming and leaned his head out of the way. At the same time he released one hand from Pig's head, only to bring it full force back to the captive's cheek, snapping his head to the side.
"If you two are through playing there," Bear began like a scolding schoolteacher, "I'm ready to begin."
Wolf looked at the flat topped, uniformed officer straddling Pig's back. A grin formed on his face as he pushed the rogue cop's head down to the bench, grinding his face into the padded surface. "Okay, Bear. We're ready," he said, holding the man's head firmly in place.
Pig's breathing was somewhat labored, partly due to the fear and partly because his nose was pressed against the vinyl surface of the weight bench. His heartbeat quickened and his breathing became even more shallow as he heard a familiar sound from behind his head. A vibrating hum filled the room of the small cabin. Pig tried to scream without much success, his mouth kissing the bench surface, as he felt a tingling and pricking sensation at the back of his head.
Pig felt an eternity pass as he was held immobilized to the weight bench, the police badge of which he was so proud stabbing into his chest. His head was locked in Wolf's vice-like grip as Bear continued his work. Meanwhile, a small twinge of pleasure smoldered in his groin as Stud continued lightly toying with the cockhead extending backwards between his legs.
Abruptly the room became silent as Bear completed his project and dabbed lightly at the back of Pig's head with a pad of cotton gauze. Bull moved up to get a closer look and let out a quiet whistle. "Nice work there, Bear. I believe you might have missed your calling." Bear looked over his shoulder at the short blonde bodybuilder and grinned. "Well, thanks, Bull," he said, standing up and unstraddling the bench. "There's a lot of things that I'm talented at, but my heart is in uniform work. Always has been. I guess it always will be."
Cub slid over to the ex-marine's side and slid a beefy arm around his waist. "I'm here to tell you, he certainly does have other talents! And I wouldn't have it any other way." Cub's grin widened under his thick mustache as Bear wrapped his arm around the rookie's shoulder and growled, "Oh, Buddy!" A laugh escaped from deep in the crew cut cop's chest.
Wolf had released Pig's head and stood up to join Bull at the side of the bench looking down at the shaved cop. "Why, it's a reg'lar work of art, Bear," he laughed. Hey, piggie, you want to see what we've done for you? They all say that it pays to advertise." He then turned to Stud. "Get him off the bench, would you. I'll be right back." He then disappeared into the bedroom.
Bull assisted Stud in cutting the restraining duct tape from the defeated man's legs. They then moved to cut his wrists free as well while Bear and Cub stood by at the side in the event their prisoner became aggressive. Pig realized that even in peak form he could never take on these four musclemen. In his present weakened condition, he sluggishly allowed himself to be pulled from the weight bench to a standing position, his sweaty skin slurping at the vinyl surface as it lost contact. The aching in his balls flooded back as the weight once again swung freely between his legs. Bringing his gaze up, he came face to face with his reflected image in the wall mirror at the head of the bench. A pathetic form stared back at him from the depths of the glass, a form his mind refused to acknowledge as his own. The nude figure in the mirror looked at him with a mixture of surprise, anger and revulsion as it stood shaved and vulnerable, streaks of dried blood extending from a police shield on its left chest. A purplish, semi turgid, abraded cock extended tentatively from its denuded groin above the swollen, blue ballsack. Like a poster out of some Levi-Leather bar, the perverse tableau was completed by the four uniformed men surrounding the naked central figure . . . two police and two military. The picture was somehow erotically compelling, and Pig watched as the battered cock in the mirror began to harden, clear precum pushing its way through the piss slit.
"Ho-lee shit!" Stud whooped, "can you believe he's throwing another rod? Just lookit that sonuvabitch!" The others snickered at the Lieutenant's expression of amazement as he reached a callused hand down to grip the turgid, bruised manmeat.
Pig was shocked back to reality as he felt the tall military man's burning touch on his dick. Still, he couldn't take his eyes off the fascinating scene in front of him, and he felt the figure's pain as Stud's roughened palm began to stroke the already mauled member.
"Stud, I swear," Wolf called from the doorway of the bedroom. "You should have stayed a farmer as much as you enjoy milking things." Wolf grinned as he approached the group of men bedside the weight bench. Gripping Pig's jaw in his right hand, Wolf forced the man's face to his own. He saw the flash of anger and hatred in Pig's eyes and grinned. "So, the big, tough Top-Cop has finally himself been topped, huh, asshole?" Pig felt his face burn with fury, but knew the Captain was correct as he continued, his warm breath caressing the side of Pig's face, "I thought you might enjoy seeing what Bear here has worked on so hard." Saying this, he forced Pig's face back to the wall mirror while, simultaneously, he brought up his left hand which held a small hand mirror to the back of the ex-bully's shaved head.
Pig's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as the reflected reflection showed him Bear's artistry. There, tattooed onto the bald skin at the back of his head in neat, military stencil-type lettering, was "BOTTOM PIGGIE".
The burning, acid bile of anger rose into Pig's throat as he stared in dismay at his defiled, shaven scalp. Rage took control and he began thrashing in the strong grip of the two zoomies, causing a fresh trickle of blood from his ballsack as the cord cut into the skin.
"No! You fucking goddamned sons of bitches!" His eyes were wide with fury as he struggled to free himself. "Look what you've done! Look at me!" he screamed.
Bull and Stud each held an arm, somewhat surprised at the strength the man exhibited as he attempted to escape. The pain in his body was muted by the ire that burned in his blood, and he scarcely noticed when Bear stepped up to attach the handcuffs to his wrists held behind his back.
Wolf calmly watched the madman's histrionics, a sneer on his face. "Well, asshole, I'm finally through. That was my final gift to you. A little tit for tat, you might say." Wolf reached up and grabbed the man's jaw, his sneer changing to a look of deadly sincerity. "If I ever hear about you fucking with anyone else, I swear I WILL cut your balls off! Do I make myself clear?"
Hatred flashed from Pig's eyes, his jaws still clenched, his lips a thin, tight line. Still holding onto the jaw with his right hand, Wolf balled up his left fist and drove it into Pig's shaven midsection, forcing the wind from the startled cop's lungs in an explosive whoosh. Wolf's eyes narrowed slightly, the sneer returning to his face.
"I expect an answer when I talk to you, scumbag." His voice was disconcertingly quiet and calm. He brought his face within inches of Pig's. "Now, do you understand what I'm telling you?"
Pig's lips trembled as his mind fought with itself. Part of him wanted to see this man in slow, excruciating agony. He wanted to hear him screaming in torment as he devised new and more diabolical tortures to inflict on his zoomie hide. He wanted to wipe that sneer off his fucking face. But what he wanted and what was to be were two entirely different things. "Yes," Pig replied, venom dripping from the single syllable.
Tightening his grip on the seething cop's jaw, Wolf spat out the question. "Yes, WHAT, scumbag?"
"Yes, Master, Sir", came out as a croak
Wolf released the man's jaw and took a step back. "Good. And now, I'm going to release you. Into the custody of these two fine police officers. I understand they've got some plans for you."
Pig's stomach spasmed into a tight knot as he looked over at Cub. The short italian stood motionless as he stared back. Pig imagined he saw the corners of the rookie's mouth curl slightly into a grin below his thick, black mustache.
Wolf saw the captive's consternation and grinned. "Now, since I'm done with you, I'm going to want my weight back." He glanced down at the loop of filament around Pig's balls. Looking up at Bull and Stud he said, "Lie him down on his back on the weight bench. Bear, you and Cub hold his legs on either side. He's not going to like this very much."
Pushed backwards onto the bench, the cuffs cut into Pig's wrists as his weight bore down on them. His thighs were pulled wide apart and held firmly by his colleagues in blue, leaving his cock and balls free and vulnerable. Fear gripped his throat. He shook as he watched Wolf step between his splayed legs and, reaching down, grab his ballsack. An involuntary quick intake of air accompanied the touch of the man's hand on his lacerated scrotum. An evil, taunting look appeared on Wolf's face as his eyes locked onto those of his victim. Holding the loop of filament with the first two fingers of each hand, Wolf grinned slightly as his thumbs found the left nut and forced it through the loop. An immediate howl of pain erupted from Pig's throat as his testicle was crushed through the narrow circlet. The cuffs bit into his wrists as he jerked in agony.
"Shit, man," Bear began, "I'll bet that hurts like hell, huh, Pig?" A smile crossed the ex-marine's handsome features.
With one ball removed from its confinement, the second was pushed through with a bit less trouble, but still elicited a moan from Pig as Wolf's thumbs crushed it past the fishing line. Holding the freed filament and weight up, Wolf looked at Bear. "Okay, buddy. He's all yours now."
Stud reached over and grasped the purplish, blood streaked nutsack in his rough hands. "Doggone. I'm gonna miss this little piggie. I think we were really beginning to understand each other." His broad, white smile flashed, crinkling his eyes as he kneaded the balls in his fingers.
"Well, hell," Bear laughed, "you two don't necessarily have to say goodbye just yet. You're more than welcome to join Cub and me at a little party we're throwing in this maggot's honor." Turning to Cub, he continued, "You don't mind, do ya, buddy?"
Cub's dark eyes narrowed as he watched Pig glancing from face to face. "I don't mind one bit, Bear. Like they say, the more the merrier. And from the looks of things, Stud, here, can probably teach me a thing or two about animal training."
Stud's broad smile stretched from ear to ear. "Whoo-EE! I surely do appreciate that." Reaching over he smacked lightly at Pig's cheek. "And I just know our pal here does too. Why, I've got all kinds of things I've been wanting to try."
Bull chuckled as he shook his head. "You mean to tell me there's something we've overlooked, Lieutenant? I'd like to see that!"
Bear smiled as he looked at the blonde bodybuilder. "Well, you and Wolf are just as welcome to come along. It's only fair, after all. You guys started this shindig."
Moving over to where Wolf stood, Bull slipped an arm around his waist. "Thanks, Bear, but Wolf and I have some plans of our own." Using his free hand, Bull slapped at Wolf's chest. "You watch out for that Stud, though." He grinned at the handsome farmboy. "Fucker comes out with some off the wall stuff."
Wolf put his arm around Bull's shoulders as Stud and Cub dragged Pig back to his feet. Looking back to Bear, he asked, "Just what is it you have in mind for our guest, anyway?"
Pig's quick glances at the uniformed men in the room showed that he, too, had some interest in the answer to that question. His hands were numb from the bite of the cuffs he had been lying on. His left chest throbbed where the badge was pinned and his cock and balls were raw, but his mind focused on the pending response.
Bear smirked as he saw the consternation on the battered prisoner's face. "Well, Cub, here has some interesting ideas we've been discussing. He seems to feel that this slime would be more comfortable in a place that's familiar to him. Right, Manny?"
Cub's face took on a strange, evil look that seemed foreign to his normally good natured, Italian features. "Right, Bear." He looked directly into Pig's eyes as he spoke and the battered cop didn't particularly like what he saw in the rookie's gaze. "He seems to have a fondness for toys, and I just thought it would be fun if we all got to play together," Cub's voice deepened as he continued, "at HIS house." A humorless grin grew beneath the rookies dark mustache, chilling the naked, sadistic policeman to the bone. "And I'm sure we're going to find some pretty incriminating, unedited videotapes once we search the place."
Bear smiled slightly as he watched Pig's body stiffen. He shifted his attention to Wolf. "From what Manny tells me, this maggot's got one hell of a basement. Done up all dungeon like. I'm really curious to see just what all he's got down there." His smile broadened as he looked back at Pig. "And try it out."
Stud's eyes gleamed as he reached down to grab his crotch. "Man, you guys are really getting me excited. I can't wait!"
Wolf looked at the hunky Lieutenant and laughed. "Stud, you are incredible. We ought to find a way to harness that energy of yours. Solve the country's oil dependency." Reaching into the pocket of his BDU trousers, Wolf pulled out a keyring and tossed it to Stud. "You guys are probably going to need these. Lucky I saved them. You'll find his housekeys as well as the keys to his cruiser on there. Stud can show you where we stashed the car." A lopsided, sheepish grin grew on Wolf's face as he continued, "I'm afraid you're going to hafta get a new mike for the radio, however."
Bear attempted a stern look at Wolf, but a smile curled the edges of his mouth. "Do you mean to tell me that you intentionally vandalized official police equipment, Captain?"
Wolf grinned as he nodded his head toward the naked, battered, shorn man in the center of the room. "You mean besides this piece of crap here? Yes, Sir, officer. I'm afraid I did."
The corners of Bear's mouth drew up a bit further as he stepped over to Wolf and gripped the back of his neck in a strong hand. "I'm afraid you're going to have to pay for that. I've got some unfinished business to take care of here, but when I'm through, I'll be back."
Wolf laughed out loud at the mock threat, then became serious as he embraced the solid ex-marine. "Thanks, Bear. Thanks for being there when we needed you."
The flat-topped cop slapped at Wolf's back as he returned the embrace. "Semper fi, Zoomie. Semper fi."
Breaking out of the Bear hug, Wolf firmly shook the officer's hand, then reached his hand out to Cub. "You guys take real good care of our package here." Shaking Cub's hand, he said, "You're a fine policeman, Cub. Nobody but you can take that away. You ever need anything, you know where to find us. You're always welcome."
Manny shook Wolf's hand. "Thank you, Sir. I'll keep that in mind. But," he looked over to his partner, "I believe I've got just about everything I need right here." He grinned as Bear tilted his head and winked.
Wolf nodded in agreement. "Yep, I think you're right." Glancing over at Bear, Wolf pursed his lips, "Correction, I KNOW you're right."
Stud, meanwhile, was standing with his left arm around Pig's broad shoulders as his right hand rubbed lightly over the hairy letters on the defeated cop's chest. Running his hand down the smooth, shaven abs and into the denuded groin, he called "I sure hope this isn't going to be one of them long fucking goodbyes. It's not like we're going to goddamned Iraq, for cripes sake." One of his famous smiles lit up Stud's farmboy features. "Besides, my buddy here's really anxious to get this party going." Glancing down at the semi-turgid cop meat in his hand, he milked a clear drop of precum from its tip, eliciting a simultaneous groan from the handcuffed captive. "See!"
Laughter emanated from the group of men in the room as Bull shook his head. "Stud, you really are something. I'm not sure exactly what, but you ARE something!"
Bear crossed to Pig and Stud on the way to the door. "Stud's right. It's about time we headed out. We've got a lot of things to do." A sneer crossed his lips as he looked at the cowering Pig. "A LOT of things to do." Then, looking at Bull and Wolf, he asked, "You guys sure you don't want to come along? It'll be fun. We're going to call up some of the guys from the station. This asshole maggot isn't exactly one of the best loved personalities down there." Bear stopped a moment and grinned before continuing, “Not yet, anyway."
Wolf grinned as he rubbed his hand over the short blond stubble at the back of Bull's head. "Thanks, but, as Bull said, we've got some long overdue business of our own to finish. You fellas have a good time, and take care of the Lieutenant there. He's one of my favorite butterbars."
Stud looked over at Wolf, a hurt look on his face, "ONE of? What do you mean ONE of?"
Wolf laughed heartily. "Okay, okay. He's my FAVORITE butterbar! How's that?"
Stud grinned. "Much better. But you're gonna make me blush."
Bull shook his head, a wide smile on his face. "Yeah, that'll be the day."
Putting his arm with the bulldog tattoo around Cub's shoulders, Bear headed for the door. "Don't worry about your Lieutenant, Wolf. From what I've seen, he's plenty capable of taking care of himself and then some." Reaching the door, Bear turned, his arm still around his partner's shoulders. "Stud, you want to bring that sack of shit with you? You'll have to sit with it in the back seat, I'm afraid."
Stud led the cuffed, naked man toward the door by using his dick as a leash. "No problem there, Bear. It'll give us time to get to know each other better. Right, Pig?"
Pig's head hung down as his body trembled in anticipation of further torture and abuse, but a flash of anger smoldered in his eyes as he remained silent.
Stud yanked harder on the copmeat in his fist causing the man to stumble. " I said, RIGHT, Pig?"
Pig's head came up slightly, his eyes burning under his thunderous brows. "Yes, sir" hissed from his lips.
Stud's face brightened as he looked at the two police partners. "You see. We're making progress already!" Then, following the two patrolmen out the door, Stud turned to his colleagues. "I'll see you two later. You know," he said, his voice sobering, "I love you guys."
Bull and Wolf followed the group to the doorway of the cabin and watched as Stud opened the back door of the cruiser and, putting his hand on the top of Pig's head, maneuvered the cuffed, still naked man inside. Getting into the back seat, Stud slid an arm around Pig and slammed the door shut, then waved at the duo in the doorway, his trademark grin on his face.
Cub got into the driver's seat as Bear rode shotgun. Wolf could see, but not hear, as Cub picked up the radio mike and spoke, presumably to notify dispatch of their location. Then, the engine started and the cruiser pulled out of the driveway, the pair of blue clad lawmen in the front saluting goodbye to the two Air Force officers in the door of the small cabin.
Bull watched as the red taillights disappeared into the darkness, then turned to Wolf, putting a hand on his chest. "I thought they'd never leave," he said, a grin on his face.
Wolf looked down at his short, muscular partner and smiled. "You know, I have yet to thank you properly for everything you've done."
Bull looked into Wolf's eyes, raising his eyebrows, "Well . . .?"
Wolf broke into a broad grin, his eyes flashing moonlight. "Let's go to bed."
The door to the cabin closed and the interior lights were extinguished. A quiet, moonlit darkness enveloped the woodland, occasionally interrupted by the mating chirp of a cricket.
Stars sparkled like gemstones in the velvet blackness of the sky. Somewhere, from off in the distance, a whistling sound carried faintly on the light breeze.