Upon releasing the cop's tortured cock, Bull stood with the half filled shoe in his right hand and grabbed Pig's hair with his left, forcing the kneeling man's head back to look into those fiercely blue eyes. "You probably worked up quite a thirst there, huh, man? I mean, my buddy generously gave you his cum, and that can be quite a bit. I know, believe me." The smile was back on Bull's face. "But sometimes a man just needs more to quench that deep down thirst, don't you think?"
The cop, realizing he was in no position to argue, reluctantly agreed, "Yes, Master Sir. I need more, Master Sir."
"Well, boy, this is your lucky day. I just happen to have a real thirst buster here for you. Freshly squeezed, too." Bull looked over at Stud who was chuckling while languidly stroking his ten incher. Turning back, he pulled the policeman's head further back as he brought the heel of the shoe to the cop's lips. "Drink it down, boy. It's good for you."
Wolf watched in amusement, the end of the fishing line still wrapped around his hand. When the cop showed reluctance to part his lips, Wolf pulled again on the thin line ensnaring Pig's balls, causing him to gasp. Bull took the opportunity to pour the slimy grey fluid down the lawman's throat. "C'mon, pig. Swallow it all. I mean, jeez, it's not like it wasn't YOURS, after all."
Pig choked and coughed as the fouled manjuice slid down his throat, while the three sweating Air Force Officers hooted at his humiliation. After draining the shoe of its contents, Pig tried to pull his face away, but Bull pushed the low quarter firmly forward. "Now you gotta lick it clean, asshole. It's never gonna pass muster like this, now is it?"
Feeling the noose tightening around his manhood, Pig stuck out his tongue and hesitantly licked at the inside of his uniform shoe. Stud was enjoying the policeman's degradation. "Man look at that educated tongue of his! You reckon he uses that down at the station?"
Bull's steely eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth drawn up in a sneer. "Bet you keep a lot of our boys in blue happy. Am I right, asshole?" Tossing the empty shoe into the woods, Bull took the cop's chin in his callused hand. Bending down, his face was inches from Pig's. "You like lickin' and suckin' on your fellow cop's dicks?"
Pig stared into Bull's eyes. In spite of his degradation, he welcomed the feel of the man's firm hand, the warm breath on his face, the smell of the muscular zoomie's sweat. Pig felt as if his defense mechanisms, his macho cop self-image, was short circuiting as he whispered, "Yes, Master Sir. I like sucking cock," and at this point, Pig firmly believed in what he was saying.
Stud studied the naked, kneeling, handcuffed man with the badge pinned to his left tit. Sweat covered the cop's body making it shine in the moonlight. It darkened the remaining fur on the captive's chest, the letters there standing out in bold contrast. Now that Bull had released him, the cop's head hung down, his breathing coming deep and slow. Looking over at Wolf, Stud asked, "So now what? You think he's learned his lesson?"
Wolf's face was hard, the stone mask back, the eyes blazing like gemstones. "There's still one last thing he's gotta pay for." Wolf's voice was so low it was barely heard, and Pig slowly raised his head to look into the unreadable wolfen gaze. "He needs something to remember me by. Now suit up. We're heading out."
While his two buddies were getting back into uniform, Wolf brought the end of the fishing line up along the cop's asscrack and, pulling it tightly, tied it to the handcuffs at Pig's back. "I wouldn't go squirming too much if you don't want to sing soprano," he warned. The thin snare around the policeman's balls was biting into the flesh, causing him to stretch his arms downward to relieve some of the tension.
Wolf next tore off a six inch strip of duct tape and, bending the cop's dick in half, wound the tape around it leaving a short silver-gray stub protruding from his groin. The lawman's balls now seemed even larger without the pubic hair or overhanging cock to hide them. "There now. That should do it," Wolf sneered, patting the shield on the cop's left chest eliciting a short yelp.
Stud was lacing his jungle boots as he watched Wolf and the lawman. "God damn, Captain, you're gonna get me hard again," and grinned as the bulge began to grow in the crotch of his BDU's.
Bull, fully dressed, wrapped his left arm around Stud's neck while reaching down to grab the Lieutenant's groin in his right hand. "You gotta learn some self control, buddy," he grinned. "With a rod the size of yours, there ain't no hiding a hard on, and that's gonna get you in trouble some day." Bull squeezed Stud's manhood as Stud stretched his neck, his grin flashing white in the blue light of the moon. Their lips met and Bull's tongue slid past Stud's teeth.
Wolf grinned watching his two friends. "If you guys are quite through, get this garbage loaded into the jeep." Then, taking the roll of duct tape, wound several layers around the lawman's ankles.
Pig felt the adhesive pulling on the fine leg hairs and grimaced. "What are you gonna do?" A renewed look of consternation clouded his face.
"We're just going to take you for a little ride in the country, son. You love the country, don't you?" Wolf was tossing the scattered equipment into the back of the Cherokee. As Bull and Stud approached he glanced at the kneeling, trembling form. "Put that in the back with the rest of the junk. But you might take a little care with that fishing line around his balls. He seems partial to his pignuts for some reason."
Stud grinned. Leaning down to the shaken lawman he whispered, "Now you see the mess you've gotten yourself into? If you'd'a only listened to me, this might not have happened." His grin widened, "but then, nobody listens to a Lieutenant."
Bull laughed as he helped his buddy lift the sweat-slickened cop, pulling the arms upward and causing the fishing line to cut slightly into the skin of his ballsack. The frightened policeman screamed as a thin trickle of blood oozed from the superficial wound. "Oops," Bull snickered, "sorry about that, man. But I wouldn't go squirming none just now."
The cop, heeding this advice, froze in terror of losing his testicles as the two muscular airmen placed him in the back of the 4 X 4 on his stomach, the police shield sending renewed torment through his chest. Wolf walked up between his two partners and grabbed each firmly at the back of the neck. "Thanks, guys. One more little matter and this detail will be squared away." Simultaneously, Bull and Stud turned with a quizzical expression to look at Wolf, who was staring at the trussed up cop. "Ain't payback a bitch," he grinned.
Gathering up the cop's utility belt, nightstick, and remnants of uniform, the three got into the jeep, again with Stud sprawled in the back seat, Wolf behind the wheel and Bull riding shotgun. Bull glanced over as Wolf put the jeep in gear and drove slowly east through the dark woods. The green light of the dash was enough to tell him that his buddy was back. His buddy, who was missing since the brutal attack by the sadistic cop, had returned to reclaim the empty shell he had become in the past few weeks. A lump formed in Bull's throat, and he again glanced at his friend. Wolf, the old Wolf, caught the look and reached over with his right hand to grip the back of Bull's thick neck. Bull brought his left hand to Wolf's thigh and squeezed. "Welcome back, buddy."
The jeep, reaching the country highway, turned north and sped into the darkness.
*****
The drive was actually less than ten minutes away, but for the trussed up unfortunate lawman in the back of the jeep, it seemed like hours. With each pothole or quick turn, the police badge would tear and stab at the tender tit tissue. Worse than this, however, was the terror the cop felt as each lurch of the vehicle caused the noose around his balls to tighten, cutting deeper into the shaved nutsack. Black thoughts of retribution would blossom slowly in his mind only to be cut dead by fear with the next jerk of the rushing vehicle. He tried to push from his mind the arousal he felt in spite of his situation. Or, to be honest with himself, because of his situation. He had always been the one on top, the big police officer who seduced and/or subjugated at his whim the unwary studs who travelled this very road. Then, after using their bodies for his perverse amusement, would release them knowing they wouldn't talk. Who would believe their wild stories of sexual humiliation at the hands of a peace officer? But now, here he was without his handcuffs, his nightstick or his cattle prod; without even his uniform which gave him his power, the authority to stop whoever happened to turn him on at the time. Stripped of everything that made him what he was, he still felt the blood stiffening his doubled over, tape-bound cock as it ground into the floor of the jeep. For the first time, self doubt began to creep into his consciousness. Could it be that he actually enjoyed being mastered by these zoomies? His dick ached as it attempted to harden in its bindings, a low, lustful groan escaping unbidden from deep in his throat. He knew that tonight had changed things forever.
The jeep suddenly swerved to the right and came to a skidding stop on the loose gravel in front of a small lakefront fishing cabin. A short, high pitched scream escaped Pig's lungs as the abrupt stop tossed his tormented body in the back of the jeep. The cop-badge tore his flesh, and the ligature around his nutsack bit deeper, drawing a fresh trickle of blood as he tried unsuccessfully to keep his cuffed arms fully extended down his back.
Hearing the cop's outburst, Wolf and Bull looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with evil amusement. "Whoops," they said in unison, then burst into laughter. Stud, sprawled in the back seat, slowly shook his head. "You guys are really too much," his white smile lighting up his face.
Wolf stepped out of the jeep and walked the few yards to the front of the cabin. Sorting through his keys, he selected one and unlocked the door. He had bought this cabin and the few lakefront acres surrounding it several years ago as a particularly shrewd investment. But its main value was the psychological rest it afforded from his day to day military regimen. Opening the door, he stepped into the small, rustic main room and flipped on the light switch. The furnishings were sparse, a few chairs and a large sofa dominated the room, and off in the corner were his freeweights and bench. The infrequent military associates that visited here always commented that the place needed a woman's touch, but Wolf preferred it just as it was, thank you very much.
Striding back outside he joined Bull and Stud who were already unloading the gear from the jeep. "Aren't you guys through with that shit yet?," he grinned at his buddies.
Stud stood at mock attention and saluted, "Sir, no sir!" Bull looked up from the duffel bag he had just pulled out of the vehicle a smile forming on his face, narrowing his bright blue eyes. "Stud, I swear, you crack me up," he laughed, then reached back in to extract more gear.
After all the equipment was brought into the cabin the three zoomies went back to the jeep to get the cop who twisted his head to look at them as they approached, apprehension in his eyes. " I think this pig's big enough to walk on his own," Wolf sneered, cutting the duct tape from the cop's ankles with the hunting knife. "Just remember, I've still got ten grand riding on your balls," he warned the captive. "Any sudden or stupid moves, and you make me a rich man."
Bull reached in and swung Pig's feet out of the jeep, grinding the man's folded dick and balls as he did so, eliciting a deep gasp. Bull pulled the feet, sliding the cop's body out, creating more torment to his groin and causing the badge to tear at the left nipple. As the cop's feet touched the ground Bull and Stud each grabbed an arm and stood him up. Still grasping his arms, they led the policeman into the cabin as Wolf closed up the jeep.
Pig stood in the middle of the main room, afraid to move with the nylon filament still connecting his balls to the handcuffs behind his back. At least he was now able to relieve some of the tension on the noose by moving his hands as far down over his buttocks as he could, causing the sinewy definition of the muscles in his shoulders and triceps to stand out. There was a thin trickle of blood trailing down from his left chest where the pin on the cop's badge had torn at the flesh.
Bull went into the kitchen to grab a beer as Stud waited for Wolf to enter. Stud put one arm around the cop's shoulders, and reached down to grip the tender, swollen nutsack in his other hand. "Ya know," he whispered into Pig's ear, "even with your shaved bod and taped up cock, you're a hot looking man." Stud caressed the ballsack in his hand, extending one finger up into the asscrack. "After a little training, I reckon you'd make a right fine slaveboy." Stud released the cop's testicles and reached up to pinch the man's right nipple. Tracing his finger along the hairy letters on the cop's chest, he slowly outlined the badge pinned to the left tit. Sliding his hand up to the neck, he firmly held Pig's jaw in his hand, turning the head so they were face to face. There was confusion in the lawman's eyes, something new for the sadistic policeman. Bending his neck, Stud ran his tongue up the cop's corded neck, licking up to the jawline towards the chin. "Yeah, man. I've broke a lot of horses in my time, but I'd surely bet it wouldn't compare to breakin' you."
Bull had come back from the kitchen and stood leaning in the doorframe sucking on a beer. "You know what you are, Stud," he grinned. "You're insatiable, is what."
Stud looked around as he rubbed his fingers over the hairy "i" in the center of the cop's chest. "You're right, Bull," he responded, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile, "I surely am. You can take the boy outta the country but you can't make him stop fucking the animals."
Bull snorted, spraying beer over the room as he choked with laughter just as Wolf walked through the front door. Shaking his head in amusement, Wolf walked over and took the can of beer from Bull's hand and chugged it. "Is it any wonder my cabin smells like a brewery? For Pete's sake, Bull, if you're gonna drink beer, at least gag Stud first. You know the effect he has on you." Wolf grabbed Bull's head, pulling it to his chest and looked over at Stud who was flashing that infamous smile.
Pig watched the interaction between the men, his mind racing in disparate directions. His heart had pounded as Stud's tongue licked his flesh. His body was sending messages of pain, and yet his cock tried desperately to harden within the duct tape entrapment. The stabbing torment of the badge pinned to his chest was negated by the gentle stroking of Stud's callused hand. Maybe they were right, a voice spoke in his head. Maybe he really would make a good slaveboy. The sudden thought shocked him and he forced it into submission.
Wolf released Bull, and moving to a small closet behind his weightbench, opened it and brought out a coil of nylon rope. After cutting it in half, he made a noose in one end of each section. Looking up at the heavy wood beams that ran in series across the width of the ceiling, he tossed a loop over each of the two in the center of the room. Slipping the remainder of the rope through the loop, he pulled tight, leaving them dangling six feet apart. Looking over at Stud, he gestured at Pig, "Bring our friend over here. I thought we'd let him hang out with some real men for a change."
Stud grinned, shaking his head and leading the policeman to the center of the room by grasping his bound testicles. "'Hang out with real men' . . . and they say my sense of humor is warped!"
Positioning the cop between the ropes, Wolf cut the fishing line from the handcuffs and wound it around his hand giving a slight tug. Pig gasped as the filament cut again into his scrotum. "Just want you to know, Pig, that I've still got you by the balls, as it were." Then, retrieving the handcuff key from his pocket, Wolf tossed it to Bull. "Take those cuffs off him. Let's see if we can make him more comfortable."
Bull caught the key as he stepped over to unlock the cuffs from behind Pig's back. Wolf tugged slightly on the fishing line as a warning to the cop that fighting now would mean losing in the end. Bull and Stud each took a wrist and tied it to one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling, leaving the cop with his arms stretched high out over his head.
Next, Bull walked over and with little effort carried the 250 pound barbell from the corner of the room and set it at the feet of the strung up lawman. Retrieving the duct tape from the tackle gear piled by the door, he bent down and wrapped a length around the cop's left ankle. Then, stretching it to the outside of the plate, taped it to the bar. Moving to the other side, he secured the right ankle to the opposite end of the bar, leaving the policeman spread eagled in place, unable to move anything except his collared neck and head. Bull slid his hand up the inside of the cop's right thigh, caressing the skin until he reached the tethered ballsack. Gripping the testicles firmly, he heard the cop sigh, then moved his hand up to enclose the tape-bound cock. He could feel it throb with the pulse, trying unsuccessfully to harden in its doubled over condition. Bull kept his grip as, with the other hand, he smoothed his palm along the cop's shaved washboard abs. Pig was moaning gently now, his eyes closed, his head lolled back, a grimace of ecstasy on his face. Bull's palm continued up to the right pectoral and squeezed the muscle, eliciting further moans from the captive cop. Then, moving his hand slowly over to the left pectoral, Bull suddenly hooked his middle finger in his thumb and flicked at the bottom of the shield hanging there. The cop's eyes flew open as his head jerked up, the breath sucked deep into his lungs creating an asthmatic gasp. He looked down to see the blue steel glinting in Bull's eyes. "That was for using that badge to take my buddy from me, asshole. Lucky for you I got him back. You fuck with the Wolf, you've fucked with us all, and I don't like being fucked with." He tightly gripped the cop's balls eliciting another moan, although this one was devoid of any pleasure.
Now that his visitor was securely in place, Wolf unwound the nylon filament from his hand. Bringing a five pound weight from the corner, he tied it to the end of the line, allowing it to swing gently between the cops legs only an inch above the barbell at his feet.
"Whoo-ee, he surely does look purty trussed up there like a Christmas turkey," Stud laughed, deliberately exaggerating his southern drawl, "and from the way he's sweating, I'd reckon he's one o' them thar self basting jobs." Stud looked over at his buddies, flicking his eyebrows up, that grin on his face.
Wolf joined Bull in hearty whoops of laughter as Bull looked at him saying, "Look, Wolf, no beer!" Wolf, catching the earlier reference, guffawed even harder and looked at Stud through the tears. "You guys certainly do a body good."
Stud slightly adjusted the belt around the cop's neck. "Depends on the body, doncha think?" A smile flicked at the corners of his mouth, as he stared into the captive's eyes. "I mean, there's some bodies that would probably disagree."
Wolf, still grinning, wiped the remaining tears of laughter from his eyes. "Ya know, Stud, I do believe you're probably right."
