Muscle bear cop gets kidnapped

Officer Baer prepared for his shift. He stripped out of his civilian clothes, taking a moment to glance over at the mirror in the locker room. Although he was in his late thirties, he was in great shape, hitting the gym daily. He was proud of his body. Shirtless, he couldn’t help but flex his muscles. 

Most officers in the department used various forms of hair removal to get the smooth look, but he enjoyed being hairy. His muscular forearms and chest were covered in a lush brown pelt, but the summer sun always lightened the hair on his arms somewhat. When dealing with the public, he could always tell which women (and some men) were into furry men. They were easy to pick out. Some women would actually place their hands on his arm, in the classic friendly gesture, which seemed more like being pawed. He knew they were copping a feel, only to go home later and use their favorite toy while imagining how his furry chest might feel against their breasts. He put on his uniform and vest, and admired himself in the mirror again. Did he think a lot of himself? Yeah, maybe. But looking in the mirror, he saw a hot uniformed cop, a superhero of sorts. 

The first hour of his night shift was quiet. He drove slowly through the small city. It was not yet dark out, and he enjoyed the feeling of power he had, seeing people’s reactions to his shiny cruiser rolling through. Some looked at him reverently, others fearfully. It depended on what they were up to. 

About an hour later, he received a call about suspicious activity in the old candy factory. He rolled that way. He arrived and tried to tell dispatch that he was on scene, but his radio was acting up again. Sally, the dispatcher knew of the problem, so when she didn’t hear from him, she wouldn’t panic. As he exited his cruiser, the familiar rush that he loved this job for came over him. His heartbeat quickened, and he felt a rush of adrenaline. He was addicted to this. The hairs on his neck and arms standing up, the tingly feeling. 

He entered the old candy factory carefully, his right hand resting on his holstered revolver. All these years later, and covered in dust, the place still had a sweet, sugary smell to it. There was one lone lightbulb on overhead. A few more steps in, and he heard a noise in the darkness ahead. He drew his revolver, “Mayfield Police, make yourself known!” he barked with authority. Then, “come out with your hands up!”. Out of the darkness, a man and woman appear. The woman had complied, hands up, the man was holding a large bag of what appeared to be cocaine, and a scale. 

“Drop that, do it NOW!” Officer Baer demanded. The man did as told. “Now lay face down, arms behind…” Then, from behind “Freeze, cop”.  Officer Baer felt the cool steel of a gun barrel at the back of his neck. For the second time this evening goosebumps ran down his neck to his forearms, the hairs standing up, Not out of excitement, but out of fear. “Set that gun down, slowly” the voice demanded. He bent down, placing the gun on the dirty concrete floor. He straightened back up. “Sherry, grab that gun” he ordered. As she did, Officer Baer began “You don’t want to do this, you’re turning this into something that you will do serious time for.” The unseen man behind him barked “shut up, cop.” Trying to maintain a shred of authority, Officer Baer tries again to reason with them. “You’re making a big…” Just then the man behind him hits him over the back of his head with the butt of his pistol. “UUUNNNGHHH” moans the officer, as he goes down, landing face down on the concrete floor unconscious. 

The woman speaks “Let’s get out of here!” The man (Bobby) interjects “He’s out cold, I clocked him good. We aren’t in any hurry.”

The other man who had complied when approached by Baer said “Well, I am leaving, I didn’t sign on for knocking out cops and shit like this.” He leaves. 

Bobby stands over Baer, appearing to be sizing him up. “Sherry, I think I want his uniform. It will come in handy later. I’m going to the van to get some rope to tie him with, start undressing him.”

Sherry kneels next to the unconscious police officer, and realizes that she is getting wet at the thought of seeing him undressed. She grabs his muscular arm, and his duty belt, and rolls him in his back. She unbuckles the duty belt, and begins unbuttoning his uniform shirt. She decides to just cut his undershirt, Bobby don’t need that, she thought. As she does, she reveals his broad, hairy chest. She feels herself getting wetter, and can’t resist running her hands through the fur. She leans down, and buries her face in it. Then “jeez Sherry, control yourself” she thinks to herself. She removes his shiny black shoes, unbuttons his pants, and pulls them off, revealing a set of muscular hairy legs. He is wearing light blue bikini briefs. His soft penis making an impressive bulge in them. 

She works his muscular arms through the short sleeve shirt, and pulls it out underneath him. Having removed his uniform as asked, she is actually glad Bobby hasn’t returned yet. She wants some time alone with the muscle bear cop laying deliciously vulnerable before her. 

Somewhat concerned that he’ll come to before Bobby ties him up, she decides to put his handcuffs on him. She grabs his thick wrists and cuffs him in the front, feeling the soft coating of fur over the firm muscles of his forearms. Once secured, she begins rubbing her face against his chest again, smelling him. He smells like leather, cologne, and pure masculinity to her. She is dripping wet now. Next, she slides his briefs down, admiring the plump penis before her. Giddy with excitement, she speaks to the unconscious cop, “you don’t mind if I taste you, do you officer?” She bends forward, and grabs his limp cock. Just as she bends forward to take it in her mouth, a sharp pain explodes in her right ear. Bobby slaps her hard a second time. “What the fuck, Sherry? Really? Maybe I’ll just leave you with him!” 

“No baby, I’m sorry!” She pleads.  He responds with “Well, help me lift him up. I’m tying his wrists to that pipe up there. Then we’ll spread his legs, and anchor them them to those machines. Then, go out to the van, and get the shit stashed.”

They get the beefy cop tied up, and Bobby gets his chance to look him over. He understands how that slut Sherry couldn’t keep her hands off him, he is one hot man. Bobby had gotten a taste for men in the joint. There is no tighter fuck than the asshole of a man with a muscular ass like his. With Sherry out in the van stashing the coke, he decides to feel the helpless cop up a bit. He kneels behind officer Baer, and lowers his bikini briefs. His ass crack is every bit as hairy as the rest of him. Nice, he thinks to himself. He leans in, and sniffs the furry valley between the cops ass cheeks. Breathing deep, he begins to get hard, really hard. He mumbles to himself “I love the smell of knocked out cop ass, it smells like victory.”

Even though Bobby isn’t the deepest thinker, he realizes that his desire to fuck this cop goes deeper than the fact that he is hot as hell. Like Sherry, he liked the furry guys. Firstly, he’s knocked out, tied up, and unable to fight him off. That’s what it was like in the joint, you usually had to knock out a guy the first time you fucked him, until he realizes he actually likes it. He enjoyed having that control. Secondly, Sherry had the hots for him. He felt disrespected. The best revenge might be fucking this cop, ruining him, right in front of her.

He straightened up, standing right behind officer Baer. He pressed his rock hard erection into Baer’s hairy ass crack, and began grinding against him. Oh yes, they were going to have fun. He may even invite Sherry to get a mouthful of the cop’s tool, and taste his cum. And cum he will. Once he’s done with him, he’ll be far too ashamed to tell anyone about the Biker coke dealer who knocked him out and fucked him silly. Bobby reached around to the cop’s cock. It was slightly above average in length, but definitely thicker than average. He stroked it a few times, while he continued to dry hump his hairy ass crack. 

The cop uttered a deep moan. He was beginning to come to. Bobby leg go of his soft penis, and moved his hands up to his nipples, pulling on them. “Wakey, officer tough guy! Not so tough now, huh?” 

The first thing Officer Baer was aware of was the pain in his head. He opens his eyes, and for a moment has no idea where he is, or what happened. “Uhhhhh” he moans again. Finally becoming fully conscious, he remembers what brought him here to begin with. They must’ve knocked me out, he thinks to himself. He looks up, and sees his wrists are handcuffed  together, and then tied to a pipe overhead. He begins to struggle, trying to get loose. Bobby laughs “That’s right, flex those big arms! Gawd you’re getting me hot” as he reaches up from behind the cop, and caresses his fur covered, muscular arms. He then runs his hard cock into Baer’s ass crack again. 

“I’m warning you, cease this immediately! If you untie me now, I won’t prosecute you for kidnapping.”  Bobby laughingly replies “kidnapping? How about rape?” As he reaches around again, and begins to stroke the cop’s cock. Baer begins struggling to get free again. One hand still fondling the cop, Bobby moves the other back to feeling the cops thick forearms, as he flexes. Then “Hmmm! What’s going on down here? Are we plumping up a bit? I think officer tough guy likes being tied up, and fondled!”, Bobby chirps. He momentarily lets go of the cop’s thickening penis, to focus both hands on pawing arms, shoulders, and chest.  Bobby once again lowers himself behind him and starts caressing officer Baer’s muscular, hairy thighs and ass. He grabs the cheeks, spreading them apart, and begins to sniff and lick the cop’s pink hole, buried in a forrest of brown fur. 

When he feels Bobby’s tongue probing at his anus, he lets out an involuntary moan, out of sheer surprise. Bobby is amused by this. “Ooooh, we found your pussy, didn’t we?” He continues working the furry hole, pre cum dripping from his own raging hard on. He was going to wait for that bitch Sherry to return, before fucking him in front of her, but he may not be able to wait that long. Baer tries to keep his mind focused on how to get free, but all of his thoughts are on trying not to physically respond to this man’s hands and mouth all over him. His cock is getting harder by the moment. How can this be? He has always seen himself as a masculine, heterosexual. He knew he was attractive to women, and he loved that. Sure, he had seen how some gay men looked at him, but most were the effeminate types. It never turned him on at all. 

But to have this rugged ex con biker touching him everywhere, fondling his muscles, his manhood, running his fingers through his body hair, and now referring to his anus as a “pussy”, he should be repulsed! Instead, he is trying to ignore the stimuli. His cock betrayed him, offering no resistance, and becoming erect almost immediately after being touched by this degenerate. The biker knows it, that’s the worst part. He once again tries to regain composure, and pulls away from the biker’s hands and mouth, straining against his binds. 

Actually surprised at how hard the cop is already, Bobby is pleased. He is well on the way to making him his bitch. He stands up and removes his own shirt, now completely naked except for his boots. He steps around to Baer’s front and views his massive hard on, which is now seeping precum. “Well, isn’t that a magnificent cock? Let me just get my phone, and snap a pic! The boys at the station would love to see officer tough guy tied up with a raging boner, a thick one, at that, Hahaha!” He takes a few pics. “That slut Sherry is really hot for you, you should have seen how she was pawing at you while you were out cold over there on the floor.”

Bobby steps closer, and speaks in a low, menacing tone. “But, you belong to ME. You’re gonna be My boy.” He grabs the cop’s hard cock with one hand, stroking it gently, and begins caressing Baer’s hairy chest with the other. Baer stifles the moan of pleasure that wants to come out, and tries again to retain some dignity. Bobby leans in close, Baer can smell his breath. It smells like his own ass. He recoils from it. Bobby chuckles wickedly, “You smell your pussy on my breath, baby?” The biker talking to him in a tone he’s probably used on biker bimbos angers Baer enough to where he re-focuses himself. He’s a Mayfield Police Officer, not some dumb biker bitch! With Bobby just inches away, Baer sees his chance to fight back. He draws back his head, and head-butts Bobby as hard as he can. “AAGGHHH!” Bobby cries out, as Baer’s skull smashes into his face. Both men see stars momentarily. Bobby grabs at his face, “My nose! You fucker!” Seeing red,Bobby draws back a fist and delivers a strong right hook to Baer, knocking him out again. 

Bobby takes a moment to recover. He looks over at Baer, who has a drip of blood coming out of his new fat lip. Baer’s cock, though no longer erect, is still fully engorged. He reaches in, keeping his distance, and begins stroking him. Baer is out cold. Bobby steps back and admires his physique. Muscled everywhere, the single overhead light backlighting the thick coating of fur on his arms, chest, and legs. Bobby’s cock is throbbing. He had wanted the cop awake for this, but his hard on is calling the shots now.  He steps behind officer Baer, spits on his finger, and uses it for lube. He holds his erection in one hand, and searches through the lush layer of fur in Baer’s ass crack to find his tight pink hole. He begins using steady force, his cock demanding entry into Baer.

Officer Baer moans, the fat head of Bobby’s cock trying to breach his virgin ass bringing him back to consciousness. “Ahh, you’re back!” Bobby says cheerfully. “Nice try, by the way. Baer’s head is spinning, he’s woozy from being knocked out once again. He knows he’s in trouble, reasoning with his captor isn’t effective. He now is simply trying to physically deny Bobby the entrance to his ass. He clenches his ass muscles, and sphincter. 

Bobby wraps his arm around Baer’s throat. He whispers in Baer’s ear. “Listen here, boy. Unless you want to put out for a third time tonight, you need to accept what is happening. I’ll choke you out, and fuck you, you hear me? I’d rather you be awake, though. I want to hear your moans, when you’re becoming my hairy cop fucktoy.”

Already feeling a bit faint from the sleeper hold, Baer complies. He doesn’t want to be knocked out again. The thought of this degenerate ex con touching his unconscious body is even worse than this. He relaxes his rectum, and as Bobby gets the first half of his cock past his sphincter, he moans in a voice that he doesn’t even recognize as his own. Bobby pushes the rest of his hard cock deep into Baer’s ass. “Yeahhh, your pussy is so tight, baby” he whispers softly into the bound cop’s ear. “By the way sweet cheeks, what’s your first name?” Baer doesn’t answer. “Cmon now, I’m being  gentle. If we were in the joint, I’d be hammering you, but I’m going slow at first. I gotta break you in right.” 

Baer never had anything bigger than his doctor’s finger in his ass before, the initial pain was enormous. But now, he couldn’t believe that this man’s cock rhythmically entering him, combined with the way it felt when Bobby reached up to his bound wrists, and slowly caressed his arms down to his shoulders and chest, feeling his muscles was awakening a feeling within him he was deeply ashamed of. His cock was rock hard, and Bobby hadn’t even touched it. He was praying the biker didn’t see how receptive he was to this. “Ron, my name is Ron” he blurted. It was strange to him that suddenly Bobby was treating him like he would treat a girlfri… WAIT! He thought, NO! Suddenly he realized that he was being groomed to be his permanent fuck toy! He realized that he needed to clear his head, but this man’s touch was so…right. 

Bobby was moaning, getting close to coming. “Ron baby, your pussy feels so good, I’m gonna blow. Do you want me to shoot it inside you, or all over that furry butt?” Ron didn’t respond. He was trying not to cum, himself. The feeling of being tied up and helpless, while a man fondles and fucks him has caused an epiphany about himself. He responded with a soft, almost feminine moan. Pleased that he’s succeeded in turning his new boy, Bobby reaches around, and gently grasps Ron’s drooling erection. He strokes him twice, and Ron begins to tremble, he is getting ready to cum. Bobby grabs his throat “huh-uh, I come first boy.”  The power Bobby  has over him now is so arousing, and he cums anyway. When he does, his powerful ass squeezes Bobby’s cock, causing him to shoot deep into Ron. “Once I cum in a boy, he becomes my property. You need to understand that” Bobby says in a gruff tone. Both men stand panting. Bobby’s cock still in Ron’s “pussy”. Ron finally pulls out, and by now Ron’s erection has mostly depleted. A pool of his cum on the dirty floor in front of him. 

Bobby steps around, facing Ron. He looks into his eyes, seeing his embarrassment and something else… He leans in and kisses Ron, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth. Ron’s penis begins to harden immediately. “Now, let’s uncuff you, so you can get to cleaning your pussy juice off of my cock, boy.”

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What happens next? Stay tuned :)