Revenge of the Wolf

With a stealth that comes from intensive reconnaissance training, the three made their way through the trees as silent as the night itself.  A quarter of a mile into the western woods they stopped.  They watched soundlessly as the fomenter of Wolf's torment stood calmly with his back toward them, and finished pissing onto the gnarled root of an ancient maple tree.  As the last few drops fell, the rogue cop played with his dick, shaking it with both hands, then rubbing the palm of his right hand over the head.

Suddenly, without warning, Bull rushed toward the startled cop, closing the last few yards in seconds.  As he approached he clasped his hands together over his left shoulder and, reaching the turning lawman, swung his outstretched arms like Babe Ruth batting a home run.  The full impact of the clenched fists struck the right temple of the astounded cop who then crumpled to the forest floor in a heavy thud, his meat still dangling limply now from his open uniform fly.

Stud and Wolf watched these fifteen seconds as if in slow motion.  By the time they joined Bull, he was standing over the unconscious body of the cop, staring down with clenched fists and breathing hard.  He kicked at the cop's groin to be sure he was really out, then looked up at his comrades, the cold insanity fading from his steel blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, Wolf.  It's just that . . . when I saw him standing there without a care in the world, an arrogant son of a bitch . . . and when I thought of what he had done to you . . . and what you've been through since  . . ."

"Bull, someday your impulsive nature is gonna catch up with you!"  Wolf smiled, and lightly slapped the side of Bull's flushed and sweating face.

"I guess I just went a little crazy's all.  But this asshole's had it coming, you gotta admit."

"Yeah,"  Wolf nodded, "I admit he did.  Thanks, Bull."

"My pleasure, man.  But now I suggest you and Stud get that gunbelt off him before he comes to.  I'll be back in a minute."  At that, Bull ran through the woods back toward the parked cars and the desolate country road.

Wolf and Stud watched him go, then turned back to the limp figure on the ground.

Stud bent down to get a closer look at the open fly of the cop's pants.  "You know, he sure does have a big dick for a pig.  I wonder how big it gets when he's excited."  He looked up at Wolf with that wide, white smile.

"All you ever think about is dick, ain't it, Stud?" chided Wolf.

"Well, no, as a matter of fact it's not", said Stud, feigning a look of wounded pride.  "I'm also interested in what his chest looks like.  You know, is he hairy, or smooth, or what  . . .".

Wolf laughed aloud and bent down to help Stud in removing the lawman's gunbelt.

They had just barely removed it and were starting to go through it's contents when they heard Bull approaching from the east.  He strode up to them carrying a fishing tackle box in his right hand and a small Playmate cooler in his left, just as the form beneath them began to moan.

"Here, hurry and help me get him between these trees" Bull grunted, starting to drag the body toward a pair of oaks about five feet apart.  Wolf and Stud, seeing what Bull had in mind, lifted the slowly rousing cop, as Bull opened the tackle box and took out a fresh roll of duct tape.  Within minutes, they had the now helpless cop spread eagled between the trees, held firmly and irrevocably in place by the gray duct tape at each of his wrists and ankles.  His head hung down onto his chest, as if he were inspecting the sizable cock still hanging flaccidly from his fly. 

Bull opened the cooler and, stripping off his uniform T-shirt, used it to soak up the water from the melting ice.  He then carried it sopping wet, held it over the lolling head of the cop, and began to squeeze.  Almost immediately the cop's head sprang up as the icy liquid ran over his head and onto his back and chest.

"Wh . . . what the fuck . . . ?" he sputtered, shaking the water from his eyes.  "What the hell's going on here?"

"We'll be the ones asking the questions now, scumbag." said Bull, his now naked torso gleaming, the moonlight giving the appearance of a halo through the fine coat of blond fur.

The cop's eyes began to regain their focus as well as their sadistic gleam.  "Hey, well if it ain't little mikey-boy!" he sneered, seeing Wolf standing behind Bull.  "I never forget a face or a registration, boy.  I got your name and address, and I suggest you let me go before this gets too serious."  Then he grinned and added, "I suppose by now you've realized that you never really DID have a burned out tail light, huh?  I just made it up as an excuse to pull you over.  I've been eyeing you for weeks driving up and down this road.  Made me hot, man.  You turned out to be a right fine little slave boy."  His start of a laugh was cut short by Wolf's fist into his abdomen.

"Man, and you said that I was impetuous!" started Bull, but then looked into Wolf's face to see the barely controlled fury behind the tightly drawn lips and blazing eyes.  Bull looked over at Stud who silently shrugged and slowly shook his head in a gesture indicating a strong recommendation of non-interference.

The blow to the belly forced the cop's head to his chest, but when he brought it up again, the sneer was back on his lips.  "How's the tattoo, zoomie?"

Wolf's hand flew to the open fly of the cop's uniform, grabbed a handful of testicles and squeezed.  "Now you listen good, pig.  You may have been a big man with me trussed up, but it seems the tables have been turned tonight.  I now have the upper hand, and right now it's about ready to rip these goddamned balls right off!"  Wolf's face was only inches from the cop's, his voice a low growl.  "I happen to know of guys who would pay a good price for a pair of police balls, and, to tell the truth, I could really use the money."

A look that may have been fear passed like lightning behind the cop's eyes, but quickly vanished.  Surely these zoomies wouldn't castrate a police officer.  Would they?