Muscle bear cop gets kidnapped

The phone call from Bobby was disturbing in two ways. He knew Bobby wasn’t going to go away. He represented a threat to Ron’s career. The other equally disturbing way was that he sat there with a throbbing hard on. He was a very confused man. This is not me, he thought. “Get your shit together, Ron.” He muttered out loud. 

Ron thought about what Bobby had said “You won’t see me coming.” His erect cock twitched at the thought. Another ambush, he thought. Well, he knew he couldn’t see himself just surrender to another man, let alone an ex-con biker. It would have to be an ambush for it to ever happen again. “But that’s not going to happen, because I’ll be ready for him!” He said out loud to absolutely no one. He was trying to feel like the old Ron again, confident, powerful, dominant. 

He stood in front of his mirror, and flexed his powerful arms. The golden glow of the late afternoon sun coming through the window behind him seemed to illuminate the thick coating of fur on his arms, making them look even thicker. He reached down, and began stroking his thick, erect, cock while flexing one arm. His internal dialogue telling him how masculine, and Alpha he is. He’s not a man to be messed with. 

After cumming in front of the mirror, Ron felt more like himself. He made dinner, and decided he would go to bed early, and hit the gym tomorrow before working his night shift. 

He got to the gym mid morning, and hit the weights extra hard. He decided he would be more vigilant than ever tonight. Bobby was surely going to pop up at some point. He wasn’t going to let him emasculate him again. With every extra set he put in, he imagined Bobby sneaking up behind him, planning on knocking him out again. He would already sense him, and be prepared. He imagined himself punching Bobby, knocking him out, and handcuffing him. Then, he may even rape that slut Sherry, who got her kicks fondling and groping him while he was unconscious. He found these hypermasculine images helped him lift that extra bit of weight. Filled with endorphins from working out, he strolled to the showers, passing by the two older men that he presumed were gay. Both in their mid sixties, they were always there that time of day, and they always stare at Ron, nearly drooling. One of them decides to go in the community shower right behind Ron. Both men now naked, the older man lathers up, and begins “washing” his penis, while leering at Ron. Ron ignores him, and continues his shower. Now fully erect, the man winks at Ron. He ignores this too, and is too busy telling himself that his lack of interest in the hard cock that is  just a few feet away is proof he’s not gay. 

Later, in the police station locker room, he pulled out a freshly dry cleaned uniform. Now that his head was back on straight, he hadn’t even bagged up the uniform he wore two nights ago. It was dirty, and smelled of shame and humiliation. Once properly dressed, he looked in the mirror, admiring himself. Mayfield police department superhero is back, he thinks to himself.

The first call of the night is a 911 hang up call. It’s in the low income housing area of town, and his radar is definitely on. Any call could be a setup, orchestrated by Bobby. He won’t be caught off guard. As he drives to the call his heart rate increases, and he feels the familiar adrenaline rush that he loves, but it is tinged with a strange mixture of fear, and arousal. As he gets out of the cruiser, he unsnaps his holster. The familiar tingling of the hair on the back of his neck standing up spreads down to his forearms, each hair making itself known. This is routine for every call, but tonight these sensations are accompanied by an unexpected erection. Ron’s mind begins to race. Is this going to happen repeatedly? Is there a buried part of his psyche that craves being overpowered, and used by an alpha man? Aroused by the idea of being objectified, like a human sex doll?

Ron snaps out of this psychological rabbit hole, and refocuses himself. He keeps his eyes moving, as he approaches the front door. “Mayfield PD” he barks in a deep voice, while banging on the front door with his flashlight. A woman comes to the door, and looks confused, and frightened. “What’s going on?” She blurts out. Ron is listening, but he is looking inside, and also behind himself constantly. “There was a 911 call placed from here”. The woman looks confused. “I didn’t call, I promise.” she states. 

“May I come in?” Ron says, already moving through the threshold. “Is there anyone else in the residence, ma’am?” The woman answers “just my Grandson, he’s 5.” Before Ron can speak again, she summons him to the living room. “Jason, come out here!” He comes down the hall, looking likely a child who already knows he’s in trouble. “Did you call 911?” The boy answers “yes, Grandma. But it was an accident, really. That SOS button on your phone.” Ron immediately feels the adrenaline level drop, and with it the unexpected erection. The woman now looks irritated. “I’ll handle this, if you don’t mind, Officer. Ron smiles. “Have a good night, ma’am.” 

Ron gets back to his cruiser, and takes a deep breath. He thinks, “See, you are in charge, same officer Baer as always. He pulls away from the house, and cruises toward the downtown area. The bars warrant a little patrolling, fights and drunk drivers, mostly.

After looping past the usual places that tend to be busy, Ron widens his route. He heads out the street that turns into Rte 7, and notices a van up ahead traveling well below the speed limit, and slowly wandering from one side of the lane to the other. He follows it for a few blocks, while he runs the plates. They come back to a man from a neighboring town. He isn’t wanted for anything, and the plate is registered to the work van he’s following. He decides to light him up, and pull him over on a suspected DUI.

As soon as he turns on his lights, the van pulls off to the side of the road. Ron felt a little more confident after the last call, which felt somewhat like a trap, but turned out to be an average citizen interaction. He trains the spotlight on the driver’s side of the windowless work van, gets out of his cruiser, with his hand resting on his gun, and issues a directive. “Driver, exit the vehicle. Do it now.” The man gets out. Ron can tell there’s no way this is Bobby. The man is much more slight in build. Ron barks “Are there any passengers?” He can only see the driver, as there are no side windows. The man answers, “No officer, just me.” With this, Ron begins to cautiously walk from the protection of his cruiser towards the man. “Put your hands on the side of the van where I can see them!” He says with a no nonsense tone.

Ron gets within an arms length of the man, and is about to ask him if he has any weapons or contraband. Suddenly, the man looks over Ron’s shoulder. Just then, Bobby’s muscular arm comes from behind Ron. It’s holding a rag that reeks of chloroform. Ron grabs at his pistol, but before he can un holster it, the driver of the van steps toward Ron, and delivers a right hook to Ron’s jaw. He then grabs Ron’s gun from its holster. The punch manages to buckle Ron’s knees, and disorients him enough for Bobby to firmly clamp the rag over his face. Ron blindly reaches to where his gun should be, but it’s gone. Trying not to breathe in, Ron grabs at Bobby’s arm trying to pry the rag away, but his muscular arms feel weak. Bobby finally addresses Ron. “What’s wrong Officer? Did you miss a few gym workouts?”

Ron feels increasingly floaty, and sort of high from the chloroform. He doesn’t even feel like fighting it now. He recognizes Bobby’s gruff

 voice, and can feel Bobby’s cock stiffening, as he presses it against Ron, who is now being mostly held up by Bobby. His hands let go of Bobby’s arm, and his thick, hairy, muscular arms fall limply to his side, as he passes out. 

“Open the sliding door!” Bobby orders the driver/accomplice. As soon as it opens completely, Sherry reaches out to help Bobby load the knocked out officer into the van. Bobby is holding him up completely. He shuffles towards the side door opening, and barks to Sherry “Grab his arms, and help me get him in!” She does so gladly, as she’s wanted to get her hands on him again. They get him in the back of the van. There is nothing but an old piece of carpet on the floor, and some eyelets to secure cargo. Bobby tells the other man, a cousin that owes him one, to get in the cruiser. “Turn off those damn lights, and follow us. He then turns to Sherry, who is already fondling the bulge of the helpless cop’s soft penis, through his uniform pants. “Dammit

Sherry, knock that off, get up front, and drive us out of here!”

Bobby unbuttoned Ron’s uniform shirt, revealing the brown forest of fur covering his huge pecs. “Mmm, no undershirt! Where you expecting Daddy?” Bobby removed the uniform shirt, and reached under him to get his cuffs. He lifted Ron’s limp arms up, and handcuffed them above his head. “Let’s just secure these, shall we?” He said in a seductive voice, as he hooked the cuffs to a cleat mounted on the floor. Bobby’s cock was hard and seeping, as he fondled Ron’s muscular, fur covered arms. His body was perfect, he thought. He then removed Ron’s pants, and sexy red bikini briefs before quickly tying his ankles together. He reached up, and gently held the unconscious cop’s thick penis in his hands. “You are all man, aren’t you baby?” He said in a lustful tone. “But, let’s roll you over and play with that boy pussy. You’ll be coming to very soon.” He rolled Ron over, and removed his own pants, freeing his throbbing erection. He bent forward, and sniffed Ron’s furry asshole. “Boy, you make me so hard!” He climbed on top of Ron, grinding against Ron’s ass crack with his now dripping cock. Ron began to move under him slightly, and he uttered a moan into the carpet beneath him. He was coming to. The groggy moans seemed to turn Bobby on more. 

The first thing Ron was aware of, was the smell of old carpeting. He tried to move, instinctively, as he was laying face down. Once the cobwebs cleared, he realized he was naked, with his arms extended in front of him, with his wrists cuffed. He was naked. “Well good morning, my furry fuck toy boy, hahaha! Yes! Keep squirming, you know I love that!”, Bobby whispered into his ear, as he grabbed Ron’s thick forearms and took his last long stroke through the forest of fur in Ron’s muscular ass. Bobby’s cock erupted, shooting hot cum all over Ron’s ass. He collapsed on top of Ron, panting. “Oh, lord! I couldn’t wait until I was in your pussy this time, baby.”

As Ron laid there, feeling the last pulsations of Bobby’s hard cock, and the warm, sticky cum he violated him with, his own cock thickened. Combined with the feel of the carpet under his penis, as he struggled and fought to get free, and Bobby’s thick cock pushing him into the soft carpet, he was aroused. Then the rag went back over his face, and he passed out again. 

…To be continued