Without the buttons, the policeman's uniform shirt gaped open revealing the white t-shirt gleaming in the blue light of the full moon. Areas soaked with sweat made the material translucent, suggesting at the dark mats of chest fur beneath. Stud reached up with his left hand and rubbed his index finger over the cop's right nipple, causing it to harden and tent out the white material of the t-shirt. The finger slid lightly through the valley created by the pectoral muscles and onto the left nipple where it was joined by Stud's thumb as he squeezed viciously. The cop reacted with a low moan, but didn't pull away.
"God DAMN! This guy really gets off on this stuff. Look at that dick stand up!" Stud reached down and enclosed the meat in his large, callused hand, feeling it jump and throb with each heartbeat. He kept that hand in place as the right one guided the hunting knife under the sleeves of the cop's uniform shirt, the razor sharp blade slitting the fabric like tissue paper.
"Man, please, don't . . . not my uniform!" moaned the cop, silently cursing himself for enjoying the warmth of the hand around his cock.
"Seems I heard about another man's uniform you weren't quite so interested in," whispered Stud.
With nothing to hold it in place, the shirt fell from the shoulders to hang loosely where it was tucked into the waist.
The night was warm, but not hot, and a cool breeze was whispering through the leaves of the trees. Nonetheless, the cop's once white t-shirt was now drenched in sweat. The mats of hair showed clearly as his chest heaved with each deep breath.
"Holy shit! A big fucking dick and now a chest full of fur. It don't get no better than this." smirked Stud. "Too bad you're such a scumbag, asshole. We could really have a good time together. As it is, I guess I'll just have to have the good time at your expense."
At this, the cop's dick jumped in Stud's hand, a clear bead of precum gleaming reflected moonlight. Stud noticed this and whispered, "Well, maybe I won't be alone after all, huh, pig?"
The cop, breathing hard, betrayed by his own body, spat at the Lieutenant's face striking him on the left cheek. "Fuck you, zoomie."
Stud smiled and with one swift motion, released the cop's meat and grabbed the neck of the t-shirt with his left hand, as the right hand sank the tip of the hunting blade into the wood of the tree trunk only inches from the cop's left wrist. Bringing his right hand down to join the left, Stud ripped the material from the policeman's torso, using it to wipe the trail of saliva from his handsome face.
"Lemme give you a little piece of good advice," Stud half whispered, his forearm conspiratorily around the cop's neck. "Ya see, I'm sorta low keyed. Takes quite a bit to get me riled." His breath was warm, almost soothing in the cop's left ear. "But my friends here, now... they're, well, a little rambunctious, if ya know what I mean. It wouldn't pay to go pissin them off. So if I was you, I'd keep my spittle to myself and just do what they tell ya, okay?" He finished by licking along the angle of the cop's jaw and lightly biting at the earlobe above.
Bull watched this with amusement. "Stud you really are a piece of work, I swear!"
Stud glanced around at Bull, his eyebrows raised in an innocent expression that was negated by the broad whiteness of his smile. Slowly he turned back to the captive lawman and unbuckled the heavy black leather belt, then slid it from the striped police trousers. "Ya know, it'd be a shame to just throw this away. Maybe you'd like to keep it for me, huh, asshole?"
The anger in the cop's eyes turned to rage as the Tennessee farm boy rebuckled the heavy cowhide around his neck, the excess hanging down his back like a thick leash.
Stud smiled, petting the cop's head. "Nice little doggie. Stay, boy. Stay!"
Bull roared with laughter, grabbing at the bulge in his BDU pants. The cop watched the rippling of the man's thick musculature with this slight movement and felt the fire burn more intensely in his groin. A mixture of hate and lust churned the precum from his cock, causing silver droplets to fall to the forest floor.
Stud undid the trouser clasp at the top of the fly, causing the hanging shreds of shirt to fall as the waistband loosened. Reaching up he grasped the handle of the hunting knife and retrieved it from the tree in a muffled "thwuck".
"Remember, doggie, what I told you about my hand shaking, and right now I'm pretty damned excited." Stud slid the cold metal blade under the drawn up balls of the cop. "I'd hold REAL still if I were you." Slicing downward, he severed first the left, then the right inseam causing the pants to drop away in rags. Next, Stud slid the knife under the laces of both police regulation low-quarter shoes and removed them, tossing them indifferently aside. Deftly he slit off the socks, leaving the cop completely naked except for the belt around his neck, a sweating, furry bulk spread between the two oaks.
"That's a good doggie!" Stud smirked, petting the cop's hairy thighs. "Good little doggie." Stud stood up, sliding his hand to the asscheeks of his new found pet, then insert his middle finger just past the rectal sphincter. The cop gasped, jutting his hips outward as if in an obscene display of his turgid, thickly veined dick. The precum was flowing freely now, mucoid strings dangling from the piss-slit.
"Hey, look, Bull! He likes me. Doggie likes me!" called Stud excitedly. "If he follows me home can I keep him?"
Bull was chortling heartily now, then quieted as they heard a car engine slowly coming toward them from the east.
"You're gonna hafta ask your daddy, Stud." A grin formed under Bull's thick mustache, as he pulled two beers from the cooler, tossing one to the lieutenant. "And if I ain't mistaken, that's him coming now."
