Wolf maneuvered the gray Cherokee Sport through the trees and slowly came to a halt a couple of feet from the bound captive. Stepping out, he leaned on the open door, appraising the now naked form of the cop spread between the trees.
"Yo, Wolf! You look hot. Take a break, man," called Bull tossing the second beer to his partner as he pulled a third from the cooler for himself.
Wolf caught the icy missile in his left hand, popped it open with his right, and took a swig. "Looks like you guys have been busy. And I'm not the only one that looks hot," glancing back to the hairy, sweating lawman, ". . . in more ways than one," he added gutturally.
"Oh, hell! Just where ARE my manners?" laughed Bull. Reaching back into the cooler, he pulled out a handful of ice cubes and approached the cop. "We don't want you to be uncomfortable, do we?" he sneered, rubbing the frozen cubes on the victim's chest. The cop stiffened at the sudden shock of cold to his naked skin, as the melting water trickled through the mat of chest hair and onto his erect cock and tightly drawn balls.
"Bull, Bull, Bull," Stud cut in, shaking his head, "Don't you know, you gotta cool a body from the inside, not the outside." Taking a cube from the muscleman's hand, Stud reached back and, watching the surprise in the lawman's face, quickly inserted it into his resisting asshole.
"Ohhhh, shit . . . !" hissed the cop, his dick jumping upward.
Bull guffawed watching as the cop writhed in his bonds, his pelvis moving obscenely as he tried to relieve himself of the ice. "Wow! I really think he likes that. Stud, you sure do know how to take care of your animals, farmboy." He continued chuckling as he and Stud took turns forcing the remaining cubes from Bull's palm into the writhing ass.
"One last piece, doggie," Stud cooed, sliding the final chip past the sphincter. "Good doggie, nice doggie." he smiled as the police officer moaned, grinding his hips.
Wolf pushed away from the car door where he had been observing the preceding events. "Stud, you call yourself a farmboy, and you can't tell one animal from another?"
Stud glanced around at Wolf, drying his hands on the crotch of his BDU's. "Whattaya mean, Captain? You telling me this ain't no doggie?"
Wolf's face was directly in front of the cop's now. "This here is nothing but a fucking pig, Lieutenant. Although, I can see where you may have got confused, him being so hairy and all."
Wolf's eyes were only inches from the burning hatred in Pig's. "But I'll prove it to ya." Wolf grabbed the helpless man's nuts and squeezed. "Squeal for your master, little pig," he ordered.
"No way, asshole!", Pig said through clenched teeth.
"That didn't sound like a squeal to me, pig. C'mon, you can do it. I know you can." Wolf gripped harder on the aching balls.
Stud shook his head. "I tried to tell 'em. But then nobody ever takes the advice of a Lieutenant. I said 'Do what you're told and everything'll be fine'," he looked mock-seriously at Bull. "But did he listen?"
Bull looked at Stud's grinning face as, in unison, they sang, "Noooooooo," then burst into fresh gales of laughter.
Neither Wolf nor Pig was laughing, however, as the grip tightened on the mashed testicles.
"Remember what I said about the value of these things, pig," he whispered. "You think they're worth more to me or to you? Your choice."
The hatred burned fiercely in Pig's eyes, but resignedly he made his decision. "Oink, oink, oink," he snorted half heartedly.
The vice-like grip tightened around his balls. "That just isn't convincing at all, pig. C'mon, I want to hear you squeal."
Pig, knowing he was literally on the losing end of the deal, began to squeal loudly, the sound echoing through the forest, his exposed body trembling with fury even as he did so.
Bull's massive, naked torso heaved with laughter as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Man, this is just like that Burt Reynolds' movie. 'cept our pig's a helluva lot cuter."
Wolf released the tortured testicles as he grabbed the belt around Pig's neck. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Stud shrugged, still grinning from ear to ear. "Well, something's sure hard. Take a look at that dick of his. But I reckon yer right, Captain. Surely does sound like a pig to me. And you know what they say . . . 'If it looks like a pig, smells like a pig, and squeals like a pig . . .'"
The three Air Force officers finished the phrase together, looking at their captive, "...it's a pig!" and again erupted into whoops of laughter.
