For their part, Bull and Stud watched from the side. They knew that Wolf's Irish-German blood was slow to boil. When it did, however, it was best not to interfere and to pray his wrath wasn't directed at you.
They also knew he was telling the truth about his socially questionable acquaintances in the market for cop nuts. Wolf had told them the story of meeting the biker-types in what passed for the local Levi-Leather bar. It seems they were members of some type of cult that practiced satanism or black magic. They believed in a ritual utilizing the severed testicles of a police officer that would give them the power to commit crimes with impunity. Stud remembered thinking at the time how gullible some people are, but unconsciously moved his hand protectively over his groin.
"Yes," Wolf hissed, reading the look in the bound cop's eyes, "I really WOULD relieve you of these babies." As he said this, Wolf squeezed the hairy nuts even harder, causing the cop to flinch protectively but futilely backwards which only made the pain more intense. "I could do myself and society a favor. I get ten thousand bucks and society loses another fucking sex-pervert."
The hint of fear returned to the cop's eyes, lingering there this time as he looked at Wolf's face with it's wide shining eyes and snarling mouth, a thin trickle of saliva dripping down from the left corner. The cop's mind superimposed the image of the rabid Siberian Husky he had had to shoot just last winter, and yearned to have that gun back in his hand.
Slowly Wolf released his grip on the aching genitals, then raised his hand quickly to the cop's face. The cop reacted instinctively, turning his head to the side, trying to avoid the blow that never came. Now it was Wolf's turn to sneer, as he firmly patted at the cop's pale, sweating cheek.
"I just wanted you to lick this cop-stench off my hand, you scum." Before the cop could respond, Wolf's palm was planted firmly over the face of the torturer-turned-victim. The cop's nose was pushed flat and he had to open his mouth to breath. "Lick it, asshole" Wolf said, rubbing his palm over the policeman's tongue.
Stud was the first to notice the change taking place in the cop's groin and hooted, "Captain, I do believe you're turning him on! Just look at that cock of his! I KNEW that sucker'd be impressive when hard!"
Wolf wiped the saliva from his palm on the front of the cop's uniform shirt as he turned to face Stud who was grabbing at his own crotch. "You surely are a dick-man, buddy," he said, grinning. "And since you're so all-fired curious, why don't you take that shirt off him and see what kind of chest he's got."
Stud didn't have to be asked twice, quickly grabbing a hunting knife from the open tackle box. "Now I wouldn't go squirming none if I was you," Stud told the cop, a mock-serious look on his farm-boy face. "When I get excited, my hand tends to shake a bit." Slowly, Stud flicked the buttons from the uniform shirt with the sharp edge of the knife.
While this was going on Bull was going through the cop's utility belt. "Hey, look at this goddam thing! A fuckin' cattle prod!" Wolf subconsciously winced, remembering the wicked, searing pain it had afflicted to his body.
"Hang onto that, Bull. Maybe we could find a use for it." Wolf's eyes met the cop's and a jolt passed between them more powerful than anything the cattle prod could ever dish out.
"Stud, you keep working on those clothes. I'm gonna go move the cruiser off the road in case any of his buddies happen to come by." At this, Wolf patted the trousers of the cop's uniform until he found what he was looking for. Reaching into the front pocket he pulled out the car keys and dangled them in front of the policeman's eyes. "Don't reckon you'll be needing these, pig." Then, living up to his canine namesake, moved quickly and silently into the eastern darkness.
The spread eagled lawman saw this as his golden opportunity. "Listen, fellas . . . your friend there is crazy. I admit I had some fun with him, but nothing permanent." A slight smile curled on his lips. "Except for the tattoo. But, I think he really liked that. You gotta let me go before he gets back. I've got ways I can repay you . . . anything you want . . . just cut me down from . . ." His pleas were cut short by Bull's fists to the abdomen. For such a muscular man, Stud was always impressed by how fast Bull could move. He had just barely enough time to step out of the way as he caught Bull's blurred form in the corner of his eye.
Bull's square-jawed face was practically touching that of the startled lawman, who saw visions of hell in those gunmetal eyes. Bull's hand now was on the cop's throat. "Don't you EVER say ANYTHING about that man again!" he spat through clenched teeth, the hairs of his mustache tickling the cop's cheek and nose. "You ain't seen the HELL he's lived through, motherfucker. Your worthless tongue isn't deserving to even lick the soles of his boots!"
"You're . . . choking . . . me . . ." the cop sputtered, his eyes wide and his face turning purple.
Bull released his grip and brought his hand away shaking with subsiding rage. Then, turning to Stud, said "Finish him off".
Stud looked sharply at his shorter, muscular friend, a half-question on his face. Bull saw this and grinned, "His CLOTHES! Finish stripping off his clothes. Jeez, man!"
