Pig flushed in humiliation and fury, his stripped form straining in its bonds. "You fucking zoomies are gonna pay for this!", he shouted. "I'm an officer of the law, goddammit! A policeman! You can't fucking DO this!"
Wolf, feigning disappointment, looked at his partners. "It would seem he still just doesn't know his place in the grand scheme of things. I guess we're just going to have to spell it out for him, huh?" Taking a slow swig from his beer, he wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand. "Stud, do me a favor and get your shaving kit outta the jeep."
Stud, a wicked gleam in his brown eyes, rushed to the back of the jeep. After swinging up the tailgate, he rummaged through the gear until he found the brown leather zippered case and brought it back to Wolf. "Here ya go, Captain."
Wolf unzipped the case and pulled out the straight razor he knew the lieutenant preferred to use, and flipping it open, held it up for Pig to see.
The cop swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, his eyes wide with fear, as Wolf grabbed the jutting pig dick with his right hand and placed the surgical steel blade to the top of the nutsack. Pig froze in terror of losing his masculinity. "You can't cut my balls off, asshole! You can't! Please. I'll . . ."
"Shut up!," barked Wolf, lightly scraping the blade over the skin of the scrotum, shaving away the coarse hairs that grew there. "And don't fucking move if you don't want to make me ten grand richer."
Pig barely breathed as Wolf removed the rest of the hair on his balls, then proceeded to the pubes at the base of his throbbing cock. The dry blade tugged and scraped as it sheared his groin, several times causing small nicks that trickled a few drops of bright red blood.
Bull watched with gleaming blue eyes. "Man, his dick looks even bigger without that bush around it! You're making me fuckin' hot, Wolf!" At this he unbuckled his web belt and began to undo the buttons on the fly of his BDU's. Pushing his trousers and jockeys down to his knees in one shove, Bull spit into his right palm and began to stroke his own nine inch uncut meat.
Stud by now had stripped off his T-shirt and was pinching his own nipples with his left hand as the right one rubbed at the cylindrical bulge extending halfway down his right thigh. Moving close to Bull, he encircled the muscleman's hard shaft with his callused right palm, his left hand kneading the bulging, hair covered pectorals. Bull's hands, now free, loosened Stud's web belt and unbuttoned the BDU fly, as his tongue slipped past Stud's gleaming white teeth, his mustache grinding on Stud's upper lip. Reaching into the dark, warm crotch with his right hand, Bull found the horsecock imprisoned under the BDU material covering it. His left hand reached around and grabbed the firm asscheek of his buddy.
Pig stared at this display, relieved at keeping his nuts. His eyes were wide and glazed with lust as he watched the two musclemen grappling with each other's flesh. His dick jerked fiercely and a fresh supply of precum flowed from the tip. He was barely aware of Wolf standing and quickly removing the nest of dark hair lining his armpits, all his attention now focused on the carnal scene in front of him.
Wolf paused momentarily, reaching back into the leather shaving case to withdraw a can of shave cream. After shaking the can, he aimed the nozzle at Pig's furry chest and released a white snake of foam that curled over the pectorals and down the abdomen. Then, setting the can down, he spread the cream over the moaning cop's torso, plastering the hair to the skin. Pig moaned in long, low throaty sighs at the almost caressing touch, his dick responding with an even greater flow of precum. Then Wolf, again, placed the surgically sharpened blade to Pig's flesh and began to shave, this time paying close attention to where the blade did it's work.
The captive lawman, half crazed with lust, barely noticed the denuding of the masculine mat of fur of which he was so proud. All his attention was now focused on the writhing forms of Stud and Bull, and all his energy was surging to his throbbing purplish manhood.
Wolf bent down, picked up the scrap of police shirt and began to wipe the shave cream from his hands just as Bull looked over and, seeing the newly shorn cop, began to hoot with laughter. Stud, surprised at the outburst, also looked over and smiled. "When you said you were going to spell it out for him, Captain, I didn't know you meant it literally."
Pig, his stupor broken by this turn of events, realized they were all staring at his shaved pecs. Looking down, he realized that he wasn't completely shorn after all. Understanding dawned on him, and again he began thrashing at his bindings. "You fucking asshole! You goddammed son of a fucking bitch!" His eyes glared menace at the sneering Wolf. There, for all of them to see, in hairy six inch letters was the word PIG spread across his chest.
*****
Wolf smirked at the pig-man, tucking the dark blue shreds of police shirt into his back waistband. "Awww, all you need is something a little soothing, Pig. Something to, maybe, 'chill you out', as they say." Saying this, Wolf reached back into the leather case and brought out a half full bottle of after shave lotion. Opening the cap, he poured an overflowing amount into his left palm, then quickly slapped it to Pig's upper chest. The reaction was immediate as the alcohol ignited exquisite agony on the policeman's chest, then continued it's action as it formed rivulets down the newly smooth rippled abs. Pig's bellows echoed in the trees as he tore futilely at his bonds. The torment peaked as Wolf, pouring another handful of the burning-cold liquid, grabbed at the cop's shaved nutsack. Pig thrashed even more fiercely, his screams coming as hoarse squeaks from his raw, dry throat. Again filling his palm with aftershave, Wolf rubbed lightly over Pig's bald pubic area, reopening the tiny nicks the razor had caused, then upward over the abdomen and chest, into first the right armpit and then the left. Pig jerked frantically as the alcohol found new nerve endings to stimulate, his voice now just a whisper. "You goddammed fucking son of a bitch! I'm a cop. You can't do this to me. I'm a police officer. You can't do this. Fuck. You asshole motherfucker." He was rambling now, half crazed with agony.
Wolf watched as the lawman's thrashings finally slowed, the pain easing as the alcohol evaporated. "Well, you could at least say, 'thanks, I needed that.'"
This caused Bull to chortle anew, remembering the old toiletry commercial. "From the looks of things, he IS thanking you, Wolf. That dick of his seems about ready to explode."
Wolf looked at the pig's throbbing, dripping pole, reached down and gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a sharp gasp from the cop. "Feels about ripe to me," he grinned. "Hey, Stud. You're such a dick-man, how'd you like to help this poor little piggie out?"
"Well, Captain, I thought you'd never ask," Stud grinned, his face beaming as he sauntered over to the spreadeagled police officer and lightly ran his thumb through the plentiful precum, smearing it over the cockhead.
Bull pulled up his BDU's, fastening the top button of the fly with his hard dick sticking out. He then walked over toward Pig, picking up his half empty can of beer on the way. "Pig looks downright parched. Bet you could use a cold one 'bout now, huh, piggie?" He saw the pleading in the cop's eyes. "Yeah, thought so. And I'm willin' to share, but, ya see, I don't want no fucking pig germs on my beercan, know what I mean?" A question formed in Pig's eyes as Bull bent down to retrieve one of the cop's uniform shoes. Realization struck as Bull poured half the remaining beer into the shoe, then held it up to Pig's mouth.
Stud chuckled at the sight. "Bull, you're so classy. Beer from a shoe! Pretty fucking elegant."
Pig, resigned at needing the liquid, parted his lips and gulped as Bull poured the foamy, amber brew down his throat. It tasted of shoe leather and foot fungus. "That's a good piggie. But that's all for now. If yer real good, maybe I'll just let ya have another swig a little later." Then, upending the can, Bull chugged the remaining beer, his adam's apple dancing in the front of his thick neck.
Wolf, meanwhile, walked over, bent down and removed the nightstick from its ring on the discarded utility belt. He carried it over in front of Pig, slapping it lightly into the palm of his right hand. "Remember the fun we had with this, asshole? Now what were those game rules, again?" Pig glared hatred through narrowed eyes as Wolf continued, "Oh, yeah. I keep shoving this thing up your fuck hole until you come. Yeah, that's it." Wolf moved around behind Pig, found his asshole with the right hand, then slowly pushed the rigid nightstick past the rectum.
"OOooohhhhh, GOD!" moaned the cop, trying unsuccessfully to move away as the rod worked its way into his ass and over his prostate.
"Well, you hit a nerve there, Captain," said Stud as the precum oozed freely from Pig's piss slit. Stud continued sliding his thumb and index finger through the slick, clear discharge. Then, dripping wet, held them up to Pig's mouth. "Here, little piggie. Got something good for you! Even better than that nasty old beer. Open wide."
Pig turned his head away, clamping his lips tightly shut. "Come on, piggie. It's good. Look." Stud brought his index finger to his own mouth and licked, a string of silver precum spanning his fingertip and tongue. "Yum," he grinned, then brought his thumb back to the resisting cop's mouth, smearing the thick precum over Pig's lips. Reaching down he harvested a second helping of precum from the cop's dick into his left palm, then pinched Pig's nose shut with his right thumb and index finger. As Pig parted his lips, Stud slapped his slimy left hand to the cop's open mouth, forcing him to lick it clean in order to breathe. "That's a good piggie. Just a little bit salty for my taste, but all in all not too bad, huh?" Then, releasing his pincer grip on Pig's nose, he encircled the cop's dick in his large palm, working the slick precum down the length of the shaft, as his left hand kneaded at the large, hairless nutsack.
"Uhhhhhhh . . . ," Pig moaned, although it wasn't evident if it was because of the pleasure in his groin or the nightstick sliding further up his ass.
"You about ready to cum, pig?" asked Wolf, applying pressure to the rod disappearing up the cop's hole. "Don't do anything hasty on my account. I'm having a right good old time back here practicing docking maneuvers with your guts."
"UUHHHHHhhhhhhhhh . . . ," Pig moaned louder, his head thrown back, as Stud worked his palm up and down the precum slickened shaft.
Bull, still holding the uniform shoe in his right hand was stroking his own meat with the left. "God damn, looks like he's just loaded for bear and ready to shoot!" Bull held the shoe in front of the purple, engorged pig dick, just as Stud felt the cop's nuts retract upward. An explosive geyser of semen shot outward and into the waiting shoe. Jet after jet continued to spurt as Stud skillfully pumped the copmeat, a sizable puddle of spunk now sloshing inside the regulation low quarter.
Bull hooted as Stud looked at him admiringly. "Nice catch there, Bull!," and grinned his famous wide faced grin.
Wolf looked disappointed as he pulled the nightstick from Pig's ass with a sucking sound. "Damn, I only got it about seven or eight inches in. You're too good, Stud. Way too good." Then holding the black, polished nightstick up to eye level, added, "It does look like he's about a quart low, though," again bringing fresh guffaws from his cohorts.
