Muscle bear cop gets kidnapped

Bobby stood before the exhausted Ron. He kissed him roughly again, grabbing the back of his neck to bring him closer. “You like daddy’s kisses, that’s good, boy. And looky here, your getting so hard again!” He grabbed the shaft of Ron’s thick cock, squeezing it somewhat forcefully. Ron moaned out loud. Bobby felt Ron get even harder. “Ohhh, I see you like it a little rough! I’ve heard about gay cops, but I’ve never had one…until now. And, make no mistake boy, I have you.” 

Ron was lost in the moment, until Bobby referred to him as gay. It felt like a slap in the face. He began to blurt out “I am not g…” 

Bobby cut him off “hahahaha you’re going to stand here hard as a rock after you came, and shot all over the floor while I was balls deep in your ass, and deny it? It’s ok my furry fucktoy cop, I won’t out you. You are too valuable to me, for obvious reasons. You have a hot body, you’re a great fuck, and your job can be valuable to me. Now, I know you aren’t about to tell anyone what happened. But you need a story about what happened here. I’ll leave that up to you.” 

About this time, Sherry returns. “Geez, it smells like cum and ass in here!” Bobby just smiles. “He’s mine, Sherry. Fuck off. Go grab officer Baer’s uniform, duty belt, and gun.” Sherry looks confused. “What?” “Just do it!” He barks. While she does so, Bobby gets dressed. He then takes a sharpie marker, and writes his phone number on the shaft of Ron’s hard cock. “Sorry, it’s the only place that isn’t covered in fur. The next time you get hard, you can put it in your contacts.” 

Ron’s mind is nearly overwhelmed with all that’s happened. He is thinking about what he’ll tell his supervisor and the third shift officer, who’ll be coming on duty soon. Bobby walks behind Ron, and wraps his muscular forearm under Ron’s chin. “Now, when you come to, you’ll be in uncuffed, and your gun and uniform will be next to you. I’ll be gone. Call daddy when you need fucked, boy.” Ron lets out a surprised “what?” But Bobby begins tightening his forearms around Ron’s neck. Ron’s starts to see flecks of light before his eyes, and the room gets darker, until he passes out. Bobby orders Sherry to reach up, and untie the unconscious Ron, while Bobby holds his limp body up. His thick forearms fall limp in front of him, still cuffed. He lowers Ron to the dirty floor, laying him on his side, and uncuffs him. “Cmon, Sherry. Let’s get out of here before he comes to. I don’t trust him just yet. Before he turns to go, Bobby looks down at the unconscious cop laying on the cement floor, thick penis no longer hard. Bobby feels his own cock stirring. Damn he’s a hot fucker, he thinks. They walk out of the abandoned factory, driving off into the night.

Moments after they have left, Ron comes to. It takes him a moment to realize where he is. He remembers that Bobby applied a sleeper hold on him, but has no idea how long he was out. He wonders if Bobby fondled his body while he was unconscious again. Unexpectedly, this thought arouses him. His penis begins to thicken. It’s at this moment that Ron realizes there are things about himself that he needs to sort out. Could being rendered helpless first be what his mind needs to excuse his own need to be used by a man? A justification of sorts? Being tied up was much the same thing, he thinks. An “unwilling victim”. Yeah that’s it. He didn’t want it. But the next thought in his mind, was You loved it, and you know it. 

Ron stops the self analysis, and begins to build his story while putting his uniform back on. He pulls on his light blue bikini briefs, covering his asshole, which is still oozing some of Bobby’s spunk. After donning the rest of his uniform, he picks up his phone, the radio is still down. 

Ron dials the shift sargent, and prepares to give his version of events. He likes him, sarge is sort of a father figure to him, being in his late 50s. 

“Hey Sargent, officer Baer here. My radio is down. I’m down at the old candy factory, I got a call about suspicious activity here. I arrived, and discovered a man and a woman trespassing. They were in possession of a large quantity of what appeared to be cocaine, and a scale. I drew my gun, and ordered them to drop the contraband and get down on their knees with their hands in the air. They were complying, but there was a third man. He snuck up behind me, and had a gun to the back of my head. He ordered me to put down my gun, which I did, I had no choice, sarge.  I squatted down to put it on the floor. I was trying to reason with them, to de-escalate the situation. That’s the last thing I remember, sarge. He must’ve knocked me out. I came to laying on the floor a few minutes ago. I have no idea how long I was out, but they’re long gone. I’m sorry, sarge.” 

“Sorry? Good heavens Ron! Are you ok?” responded the Sargent. “Yeah, just a big headache, and a bruised ego.” Beside everything else that occurred, Ron was embarrassed that someone got the drop on him. Though not as embarrassed as he was about being molested. “Ron, I’d like to have the    EMTs look you over.” Ron responded quickly “No, really. I’m fine.” He didn’t want anyone looking too hard at him. He was sure he smelled like a combination of the biker’s huge cum load, and his own ass funk. The Sargent seemed genuinely concerned “Ronny, you don’t have to be the big, tough cop all the time.  You’re like a son to me, you know? He paused, then, “Alright then, but take tomorrow off with pay.”  Ron humbly answered “Ok, Sarge.”

At that moment, he realized he was wondering what the Sargent’s cock looked like. He was getting hard, thinking about how the sarge could be a different kind of “Daddy” to him. Like a polar opposite of the biker daddy, who treated him roughly. My lord, what’s happening to me? He thought.

When Ron got home, he went straight to the bathroom, he needed a hot shower. He took off his uniform, which was dirty from laying on the factory’s dusty floor. He stood naked in front of the mirror, as he often did. He supposed he was a narcissist of sorts. The sight of his own fur covered muscular body turned him on. His penis began to stiffen as he thought to himself, No wonder that couple couldn’t keep their hands off of me. At that moment, with his cock harder than ever from thinking of Bobby fondling his unconscious body, he realized another thing about himself. He got off on that the most. Being totally helpless, totally submissive, by force. He supposed there was some psychology behind it all. He didn’t have any choice, because he was knocked out, right? He reasoned. Was that his macho ego making excuses for him liking to be fucked and used by an alpha male? He grabbed his erection, and began stroking it. He can’t remember a time in recent memory when he’d had erections like the ones he’s had in the last several hours. He looked down, and there it was…he’d almost forgotten. Bobby’s phone number on his cock, clearly visible with his current state of arousal. No! I’m not about to call him, he mumbled to himself. Instead, he got in the shower, washed his freshly fucked “pussy” as Bobby called it, and lathered up his throbbing dick, washing off the phone number he knew he would never use. He thought about how it felt when Bobby was pounding him, and touching him everywhere. Bobby referred to him as a fuck toy. As objectifying as it was, he liked it. He came really fast, moaning loudly.  

Ron crawled into bed, and slept like a baby. He awoke in the morning, and having the day off, spent the day doing chores around his apartment, and trying not to yield to the urge to think about what happened last night. It happened, yes it was hot, but it was a fluke. Everything returns to normal today. He wasn’t going to try and reconcile what the events of last night might mean to his sense of identity. 

At 4:30 pm, his phone rang. He didn’t recognize the phone number. He answered in a professional voice “officer Baer here.” Bobby’s gruff voice came out of the earpiece. “Better watch your back, officer. I have it on good authority that there’s some bad actors about tonight, hehehe.” Ron’s heart skipped a beat. “What…how…” Bobby cut him off “ Boy, did you think I wouldn’t get your number?” Even though Ron was hoping to put last night behind him, his cock had a mind of its own. He was getting hard, just hearing Bobby’s voice. “Well, I’m not on duty, what do you want?” His better judgment wanted him to hang up, and block his number. But Ron knew he could very easily out him. Bobby continued, “My cock is hard, boy. Well, since you aren’t in uniform, keeping us citizens safe, I’ll just have to wait. Sure, I could break into your house, and fuck you silly, but it’s more fun when you’re on the job, so a rain check then.” He added, “Oh, one more thing. You won’t see me coming, hehehe.” CLICK. The phone went silent. Ron should have been a lot of things. Outraged, frightened, vengeful. But instead, he was hard as a rock. 

To be continued…