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 ten 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 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!"
