While the cat�s away, Sgt. Strait will play�
 

Sgt. Strait woke up and right away knew something was off. It took him a second to realize what it was; his massively plump cock was rock hard, rubbing slightly against the cool cotton sheets. It�s not that Strait thought having a hard cock was weird, just waking up with one. He usually pumped a couple of loads during the night with his wife, filling her pussy with his dick, getting off enough to quiet the horny urge he felt. But today was different, his wife was out of town this week, had left yesterday, saddling up on his dick one last time in the morning.
 

Overall things had been plenty strange for the strapping six foot four sergeant. His massively muscular body stretched out on the empty bed as he thought about what had happened to him recently. He had barely seen another man naked, except for maybe in the showers at the gym, until a couple of weeks ago. That�s when Mac Stevens began to introduce him to gay sex. By hook, and mostly crook, Mac had gotten Sgt. Strait to do things he would have never dreamed of doing- getting his cock sucked, sucking another man�s cock and even getting fucked in the Captain�s office right there in the station house.
 

Strait�s cock gave a little burp of pre cum as he remembered how Mac had tricked him into getting fucked in the Captain�s office, and how then, after Mac had left, the Captain suddenly appeared and demanded another piece of Strait�s ass. Strait shuddered, he couldn�t explain it. He knew he wasn�t gay, but something happened when Mac worked on him. Mac would rub his tits or tickle his ass pucker and Strait would get rock hard and turn into some sort of dick slut.
 

Strait had tried asking his wife to work his tits, and she tried, sort of. But she just couldn�t work �em like Mac, she kept wincing, imagining how it must feel on her own sensitive nipples. But Strait knew that no matter how rough the play got, his tits just wanted more, and his wife couldn�t understand that.
 

That Stevens was nothing but trouble Strait knew. Which is why he was eager to meet with someone today to see if his plan to straighten things out had worked. Reluctantly he pulled his paw off of his fat dick, somehow his hands had wandered down between his legs and was gentle massaging his plump prick tip. No time for that, he had to get showered and ready to go.
 

Once out of the shower Mac went into the drawer where his underwear was, only to find it empty.
 

"Shit!" His wife must have left without doing the laundry. Now Strait wasn�t a caveman, he could do laundry just fine, and figured he�d have to tonight, but he could do it now and still get to work on time. He thought about recycling an old pair, but prided himself on his cleanliness.
 

"Nope boys, I guess we just go commando today," he said out loud as he pulled on his uniform pants. They were tighter than he would have liked, thanks to the blackmail that Mac had on him. They chaffed against his half hard cock, rubbing the sensitive tip.
"Hmmm, hope I get used to that, could get painful." He mumbled absent-mindedly.
At exactly 7:15 Sgt. Strait was standing ready on his front porch, his muscled body packaged into his uniform. The shirt rubbed gently on his nipples, unencumbered by a t shirt, and his pants chaffed lightly on his dick head, giving it a slight sensation that was beginning to get Strait half hard. Luckily, before he could think much more about it his carpool ride pulled up.

Actually it wasn�t much of a carpool, just another officer, Jenkins, who was new to the force and lived a couple of blocks away. The young man was himself fresh out of the Army, so he and Strait got along fine in their morning commute. Strait was happy that Jenkins was driving today as the polyester fibers in his uniform, now touching his skin directly, were beginning to make him uncomfortable.
Strait settled down into the car and he and Jenkins took off for the station house. Despite leaving at such and early hour the two still ran into traffic on the city�s main road.
"Damn! I swear Jenkins, this gets worse everyday." Strait felt himself getting a little hot as the uniform began to get more and more uncomfortable, chaffing at his now definently half hard dick head and rubbin his fully erect tits. He adjusted his uniform and even the way he sat in a vain attempt to get comfortable.
 
 

"Yes Sir, I agree�you okay Sir?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, just havin uniform trouble today, trying to settle into it."
 

"Gotcha Sir." Jenkins� own dick suddenly plumped up as he thought about the Sgt.�s uniform. Jenkins was man enough hat he could admire a nice male body, and Strait has one. Jenkins thought that the man�s uniform did a great job of showing off his huge guns, massive thighs and big basket. Jenkins himself had been putting in extra time at the gym and downing protein shakes, he wanted to be as big and utterly masculine looking as the Sgt.
 

As the minutes ticked by and they slowly crawled through traffic, Strait�s uniform began to undo him. It was like the damn thing was massaging him. The tight pants were making his dick head uncomfortable, and every time he shifted to relieve that his shirt would rub against his tits. After a few minutes o this his tits were raw, channeling unbelievable amounts of pure hornyiness into his balls. And his dick slowly reached a fully inflated state as his moving around made the mushroom head rub against the material. That coupled with the heat his body was giving off began to make Strait�s head swim.
His rock hard fat cock was now clearly outlined down the side of his pants. Jenkins could see out of the corner of his eye that the Sgt.�s dick must be massive, based on the bulge he could see.
 

Strait attempted to cover up the bulge by laying his hand on it, but that just made it worse. Soon his finger, almost of its own free will, was lightly rubbing the dick head through the rough pants material. Strait closed his eyes and tried to will away the feelings coursing through his body. He was turning into one massive pile of dick flesh that was going to explode soon. His only hope was to get to the station house and make a run for a bathroom stall where he could beat off his unruly member. But the traffic was too slow, he knew he�d never make it.
 

He opened his eyes and found that Jenkins was staring directly at his rock hard dick. Jenkins quickly looked away when he realized Strait had opened his eyes.
Sweat was pouring down Strait�s face as his mind was swimming, engulfed in hormones that his body was producing overtime. His tits were like conductors, sending hot bolts of electricity through his body every time his shirt rubbed them. To his shame he found himself purposely squirming in his seat in an attempt to make the fabric work the tits. He forced his hands down away from his crotch, leaving his massive bulge on display, but preventing his hands from "accidentally" rubbing his dick head. He figured that way he could last longer. He had to not cum, not here, not now. In the car with a fellow officer, he couldn�t just explode, just let out a massive blast of cop cream. What would Jenkins think, what if word got back to the station house. Damn! He wished he�d beat off in the shower this morning.
 

Fuck! Can�t�.hold� it� anymore�
 

"Unnnnngggggggghhhhhhh" came a muffled cry from Strait as he felt his fat dick recoil like a gun, sending shot after shot of rich thick cop cream barreling out of his prick and into the fabric of his uniform pants, creating  a dark stain that just kept getting bigger as his balls continued to empty out their over abundant supply of jizz.
"Shit Sagre�" Jenkins gave a low whistle.
 

"Fuck�Jenkins�" Straits breath was short.. "Couldn�t fuckin help it. So fucking horny, fuck yeah! Mind if I drag it out and clean up a little?" Strait was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing, hoping Jenkins would think it was just the usual course. He looked up and saw Jenkins staring at his stained pants with a hungry look in his eyes.
 

"Sure Sir, and, um, if you need�any�help, um, just let me know."
 

"Pull over son. I think I could use a tongue down there." Strait couldn�t believe he had said that, but the thought of seeing the young officer licking his spooge covered dick made him feel better. At least that way the guy wouldn�t go blabbing about the incident.
Jenkins pulled over on the shoulder.
 

"I ain�t never done this�"
"It�s okay Jenkins, just clean me up as best as possible. I�ll just was walk in with my jacket over the stain."
 

Strait could hardly believe his eyes as he saw Jenkins dive into his crotch, unzipping his pants and pulling out the fat shaft still covered in man sperm.  Jenkins carefully licked up around the base of the fat stalk, getting all traces of sperm off the pants, Strait�s thighs and his pubic hair.
 

Then Jenkins let his tongue slowly start up one side of the still hard dick. Strait sighed as he felt the warm moist tongue scrap up and the down the plump shaft.
"Shhhhiiittt Jenkins, n-n-n-now just clean it up."
 

Jenkins looked up and smiled. With out saying anything he put is lips as best he could over the fat mushroom head and began to suck.
 

"Awwwwwww fuck son, don�t d-d-d-do that. Ohhhhhhh man." Strait knew he was hard again, fully hard, and this faggot assed junior officer had gotten him that way. The guy wanted to suck Strait off, not just clean him up! Strait knew it was wrong, and wanted to pull the man's head off of his dick. But it felt too good, so good.
 

"Fuck son, that feels real nice. Yeah, take your daddy�s fat cock all the way. Force it down fucker." Strait was getting into the face fucking as he let his hand rest on Jenkins� head, gently forcing the man deeper onto his cock.
"Fuck boy did I need this, been too long since I unloaded. Oh man, oh yeah. Shit, daddy ain�t gonna last long today. Ready faggot?"
 

Strait groan and clenched his legs as he felt his balls unload again and again into the willing young cop�s mouth.
 

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK." Strait screamed, his balls straining to deliver a new load so shortly after the last one. But whatever dull aches his balls felt the rest of him felt a profound sense of relief. He felt relaxed and peaceful as Jenkin�s gently slurped the last few drop of cum from his cock.
 

"Shit boy, I think this carpool thing is gonna work out just fine."
"Yes Sir!"
 
 

By the time Sarge made it to his cubicle, the man he had hoped would bring him good news was already there waiting.
 

"Well?" Sarge asked with more than just a little impatience.
 

"Relax Sheriff Lobo, I got what you wanted. Went in last night while our boy was off looking for cheap cunt."
 

The man gave Sarge a toothy smile as he handed him a paper bag. With shaking hands Sarge opened the bag and looked inside. In the bag were three videotapes, two marked "Copy."
 

"Mac Stevens, I have got you by the balls fucker!"
 

Part Two - While the cat�s away, Sgt. Strait will play�
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Actually Sarge didn�t have Mac by the balls, a young marine by the name of Thumper did. That�s right, the very same fine specimen of manhood that Mac had picked up at the Sports Bar a few weeks before. It seems the reluctant young navy recruit has gotten something of a crush on Mac and called up the oversexed policeman the night before asking if he could spend some of his leave nuzzling Mac�s never-empty ball sack.
Mac was never one to turn down someone in service to his country, or a well muscled stud eager to relieve Mac of some man juice, so he told the eager pup to come over.
Twelve hours later, as the sun was coming up, Mac lay in bed, his hand behind his neck, propping up his head so he could look down at the knotty shoulders of the young marine, going up and down as Thumper sucked a shard as he could on Mac�s beefy balls.
 

"Fuck son, ain�t you tired yet?" Thumper looked up and let his mouth go of the hairy balls long enough to say "No Sir!"

"Well shit son, keep on suckin daddy�s cock then, I got one more load. Then we�ll take a
nap. Nothin to do today anyway, got the day off." Mac let his head fall back as

Thumper�s magic mouth went to work, suckin up another hot load of daddy cop cream out of Mac�s man hose. Thumper let his hands wander up Mac�s furry chest, seeking out the police stud�s man tits.

"Ahhhh fuck son, that�s the ticket, twist yer daddy�s nips hard. FUCK YEAH! Shit buddy, gonna unload a huge one into yer mouth boy." Mac could feel his balls begin to draw up. Suddenly Thumper let go of the policeman�s red-hot flesh gun and plopped the furry balls into his talented mouth.

"Oh shit boy, ain�t got time, gonna shoot. Fuck man, your suckin so hard�feels so good � suck daddy�s balls off FUCKER!" Mac wrapped his paw around his won dick and began to jack off in earnest. The combination of the vacuum like attack on his balls, Thumper�s manhandling of his tits and the sure and steady strokes of his own hand soon sent Mac screaming off the edge.

"GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN." Mac�s balls desperately wanted to ump up to unload the boiling hot cop cream, but thumper�s persistent mouth sucking them down, causing Mac�s rod n reel to under go torturous convulsions that only heightened the power of his orgasm. Mac�s pelvis rocked up and down in a desperate attempt to unload his balls, but Thumper hung on, riding the angry bearcop like some sort of buffed out rodeo rider.
After  few minutes Mac collapsed back onto the mattress, breathing heavily and swearing.

"Shit boy, what the fuck was that? I ain�t never come like that before."
Thumper smiled and he lay down beside the massive daddy cop. "I was trying to keep some of that stud juice inside yer balls, so I could get at it later."

Mac let out a huge guffaw.
"Fuck boy, I always got more later, don�t need to save the shit. Still, that was hot as fuck. And I do feel like I could go again, come over here and ---"

Mac was cut short as the phone rang.
"Who the fuck is callin' me on my day off!?" Mac picked up the phone.
"Get you ass down to the station pronto Stevens!" was all he heard.
Mac�s temper flared up.

"Sarge? What the fuck is the matter with you? You get run over by the stupid truck? It�s my day off. You are gonna pay for this fucker!"
"Fuck you Stevens, I don�t think so. Get your add down here, there has been a change of plans."

"God dammit Sarge, ain�t you forgettin something? Want me to stop by a mail box on the way fucker?"
"What for dumbshit!? Missin� anything by the way boy?"

Mac sat bolt upright in the bed and reached for the drawer of his bedside table. He quickly pulled it open and saw it was empty. He knew that he didn�t even have to look in the file cabinet in the den.

"Shit Sarge. You think I�m gonna lie down and take your shit? Tape of no tape I�m gonna work your ass over good!"

"I don�t think so pervert. Unless you want internal affairs swarming up your ass with a giant anal probe you had better be down here in 30 minutes, in full uniform. You and me got some things to talk about."

Thumper knew better to get in the way. He sat quietly in a chair as he watched Mac mutter and swear as he climbed into his uniform. Thumper�s own cock was hard a steel as he looked at the muscle cop squeeze into his tight as shit uniform. He would have liked nothing better than to get down on his knees and like Mac�s big shiny boots and then travel north and suck off the rigid outline of the officer�s cock in his breeches, but Thumper wasn�t about to suggest anything, least Mac completely loose it.
Mac stomped out of the room, but on his way out he turned around. "Boy, your ass better be naked and lubed up for  a hard night�s worth of fuckin when I get back!"

"Yes sir!"
 

Mac practically ran down everyone in his path as he quickly strode down the hallways into Sarge�s office. With a mighty SLAM! He closed the door, shaking the entire room. Sarge looked up form his desk and smiled.

"Have a seat fuckwad."

Mac started to say something, but the look in Sarge�s eyes was cold. Mac sat down. Sarge stood up and walked over to the front of the desk and sat on the edge of it. To Mac�s amazement he saw that Sarge�s fat dick was rock hard beneath his uniform pants. And Mac could have sworn the pans had a dried stain on them.
Sarge cleared his throat to focus Mac�s attention up to his face.

"Stevens, what we have here is a failure to communicate. I am your superior  officer, and as such will be treated with respect. Furthermore, as your superior officer I will be in charge of giving orders around here, not taking them. Now you may have taken advantage of me before, but not anymore. Things are gonna run my way, understand?"
Mac did not say anything, but looked straight into Sarge�s eyes.

"UNDERSTAND BOY!" Sarge yelled, getting right up to Mac�s face.
"YES SIR!"

"Now that is more like it. Two things to get this started right. First up, you are gonna get in shape fucker. No more beer, no more pasta dinners, and plenty of training Sarge Style! I am gonna erase your gut, got it?"

"YES SIR!"
"When I am done with you I am gonna enter you into the policeman�s body building contest. Kinda like a prized pig!" Sarge chuckled at his won joke.
"Now, secondly boy, you�re gonna have to learn some manners around here. Coming in here and slamming that door like that was rude. AM I understood?"

"YES SIR!"
"Stand up Stevens. Now bend over. Grab the edge of the desk." Sarge stood up and walked around Mac, who now had his ass sticking out as he placed his hands on the desk.

"Tell you what Stevens. I�m gonna beat some sense into you. Your hands so much as move off that desk an inch I�ll have your ass on the street so fast. Now get ready fucker."
Sarge placed his hand on Mac�s ass, feeling the tight material of Mac�s sprayed on breeches. He raised his hand, but then a thought occurred to him.
"Stand up boy, shuck them breeches down. No sense wasting a good as whumpin on a pair of pants." Mac hesitated for just a moment.

"Dammit Boy! Don�t make me double the number of ass smackins!"
Mac stood up and slowly pulled down his tight breeches. His rock hard police dick bobbed out, smacking his belly and leaving  a spray of pre cum on the desk and floor.

"You�ll get that later fucker, with your tongue. Now bend back over."
Again Sarge felt Mac�s hairy ass with his hand. He lightly rubbed the muscled ass of the built cop, feeling how hard Mac�s glutes were. He leaned over into Mac�s ear.

"Fuck boy , I hope this hurts you more than it hurts me! Thirty smacks to teach this faggot cop a lesson!"

SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Mac winced, but did not move.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Mac let out a little moan, the pain was making his ass cheeks feel like they were on fire.
"What was that little girl? Want more?" Sarge could feel his own dick, fat with blood, give a little burp of precum into his tight trousers. The idea of tanning Mac�s hide was turning him on. He didn�t want to be, but he couldn�t deny his hard dick. And since he wasn�t wearing any underwear, every time Sarge lifted his arm to swat Mac the rough fabric of his uniform rubbed his sensitive cock head and tuned on man nipples. Sarge felt himself getting hotter, starting to sweat as his spanking Mac began to get to his hard dick. Sarge stopped for a second and let his hand rest on Mac�s burning ass cheek
.
"Fuck boy, you got a nice looking ass there. And when I�m done getting your ass back into shape it should be just about right for a good ass fuckin rape."
"The fuck it will Sarge, ain�t nobody�"
SMACK!
 

"Don�t back talk me boy!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

By the time Sarge was done Mac was shaking, trying not to cry out.
"Stand up fuckwad, I reckon that�s enough. Stand up!"
Mac slowly stood up straight. And when he did his massive piece of police daddy meat was standing straight out, rock hard dripping with policeman�s juice. He made no move to pull up his breeches, but just stood there in front of Sarge.

"Damn fucker, all that spanking turn you on?"
"Yeah Sarge, almost as much as you!" Mac reached out his hand and traced a lazy line about the massive outline of Sarge�s fat dick in his uniform pants.

"F-f-f-f-f, now, annnn, Boy, S-ss-s-top, that!"
"Why Sarge, you getting off?"
"T-t-ttake your hand of my cock faggot."

"Sure thing Sarge." Mac moved his beefy paw from Sarge�s prized package and moved up to Sarge�s massive chest. Sarge�s tits were so hard they poked out like tiny erasers beneath his tight uniform shirt. Mac playfully rubbed them.

"J-j-jesus son, quit that!"
"Why Sarge, don�t worry, only a faggot would get off by having some guy play with his tits."

"N-n-n-nn-ow that ain�t so, I�"
"You What Sarge?" Mac moved in closer, with other hand coming up to feel out Sarge�s massive arms.

"Fuck Sarge, I hope I do get as big as you, two grown men feelin out each others gym built bodies. Fuckin A!"

Sarge was sweating no, and his breath was short.
"Not likely Stevens� I.. I�ohhhh sweeett jesus!" Mac�s right hand pinched the Sargent�s tits through the shirt while his left hand slid down the bull stud�s back, cupping his ass and pulling the sweaty horned up superior officer up against Mac�s half naked body. Mac�s own rock hard baton went between the conflicted sergeant�s legs, rubbing against the rough uniform fabric.

"Come on buddy." Mac was up close now, he could feel Sarge�s heat and frustration. "Be a big boy and unload some cop cream just a good little piggy!"

"Fuck Stevens, Fuck�feels�so�good. This ain�t right!"
"If it makes you feel good man, how can it be wrong?"
Mac pulled the man closer, until he could barely reach up and work the married man�s extra sensitive nipples. But he still could, ad he gave one a mighty twist while grinding his own dick head right into Sarge�s over packed crotch.

It was all too much for the over sexed Sargent. With a mighty roar the Sarge threw his head back as he felt his fat dick discharge a huge load of cop splooge, his third for the day, right into his uniform pants.

Mac, meanwhile, was not wasting time either, he reached around with his left hand and gave his dick three quick, hard strokes, and then stepped back, letting blast after blast of Mac Steven�s finest baby batter splatter all over Sarge�s uniform. Within seconds Sarge was a cum covered mess.

Sarge had been wiped out by the force of his own cum, he sat down in the chair in front of his desk, breathing heavily. Mac stuffed his still hard dick back into his breeches and buttoned up his shirt.

"See ya tonight Sarge!" Mac said with a smile. Sarge just grunted and Mac left the office, being sure to slam the door hard again.

Part Three
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Mac was in a good mood when he pulled up to Sarge�s house that evening. He knew that the Sarge�s family was out of town and that basically he had all night play around with the fucker. Oh, he knew that Sarge was fixing to get him started back on some fancy exercise routine that would tone Mac up. For a straight man fighting hard against his inner boy, Sarge sure did have an interest in seeing firmed up and looking all studly. Of course Sarge saw it as a way to punish Mac, and Mac figured that the guy did get some sadistic pleasure from working Macs ass off in the weight room, but Mac also knew that Sarge simply liked the idea of a firm, freaked out, studly Mac.

Mac showed up right on time, his massive frame packed into a way too small white wife beater t-shirt and a pair of just a little short jogging shorts. Short enough that when Mac spread his legs and stood with his feet several feet apart, his half-hard police daddy dong hung down lower than the shorts. Of course Mac assumed this pose while waiting for Sarge to answer the door. He could feel the cool breeze touch the tip of his spongy dick head.

"Jeeze Stevens, ya fuckin homo, could you have dressed with any less on?" Sarge bellowed as he answered the door. Mac looked up and down at Sarge�s own buffed out body, poured into a pair of coaches shorts with a laced up front and topped off with the tightest looking white undershirt he�d ever seen. Sarge looked like some Hollywood version of a high school boy�s coach.

"Shit Sarge, you could catch some pretty fish in that get up yourself."
"Fuck off Stevens, this is my work out gear."
"No shit Sarge, really?"

"Yeah boy, wear this all the time, why?"
"Even when you work out with your sons?"
"Yes fuck head, what about it?"

Mac just smiled and shook his head as he came inside.

"Come on downstairs fuck up. We�ll get right to work. Get you warmed up before our trainer gets here."

Mac followed Sarge downstairs into the basement. Sarge had half the large room that ran the length of the basement set up as a workout room. Along the walls were mirror, huge ones, enabling anyone to look at all angles of their body as they worked out. In racks along the wall were racks of hand weights. Two huge bench presses dominated the middle of the floor and along one wall, right in front of a huge mirror was a large frame with pulleys set up so that one could change them to do different pulling exercises with the weight stacks at each end. A rowing machine, a treadmill and an exercise bike took up the rest of the floor space around the benches. Mac gave a low whistle.

"Damn Sarge, nice set up."
"Yeah Mac, this is my �garage.� Some guys work on their cars, I work on my body. Now lets get you warmed up before my guest comes over."

"Oh yeah Sarge. Who�s comin� over?" Mac�s interest was peaked by a third person joining in what Mac would surely turn into a hot sweaty fuck session.
"Someone you may know Stevens, a mister John Jones."

It took Mac a moment to register. "John Jones, Johnny Jones, the firefighter over in Elwood Terrace?"
"Yeah Mac, he�ll make a man out ya huh? Fucker�s huge!"

Mac broke out into a cold sweat. He knew the name alright, and the reputation of firemen in the county, and Jones was the worst. Sure, Mac fucked around with guys, occasionally even going over the line. But it was well known in town that Firemen around here not only went over the line, they raced right by it without a second thought. When not fighting actual fires, these beasts had only one thing on their tiny minds, raw sex. And not exactly what any court would call consensual either. By Mac�s informal math not a single firefighter in the county was under 300 pounds or under six feet four. The county fire commissioner, himself a fairly short guy, and very ugly, hired only the biggest, meanest, rawest fuckers he could find. The saying went around town, you didn�t have to have a high IQ to work in the fire department, just a rock hard ten-inch dick that could bore through concrete.

The exploits of the firemen were legendary. Rumors were that local high school coaches would take their best wrestlers, quarterbacks or hitters over to the local fire station each year, drop them off at the front door and return 24 hours later to pick up the fuck out barely alive shell of a boy. Coaches who failed to drop off the sacrifices could count on ending up fully naked and fully shaved, tied to the flag post fo their school come Monday morning.

 You could always tell who had been sacrificed at the door of the firehouse because they were usually the biggest fuckers on the teams, but also because they all had a "firehouse" brand on their dick head.

There was even a story of a local college boy who decided to do a research paper on one of the firehouses. He dissapered for six months. When he finally showed up he had been dumped off at a local bus stop wearing only a leather cock and ball restraint. Later examination found the words "Property of local fire station 109" tattooed along his dick shaft. He never did press charges, instead it was rumored he was kidnapped by members of station 109 and sold to white slave traders in the far east.

Mac only dealt wit the firemen at great distances and at big public events, with lots of buddies around. Mac may have been a big fish, but he knew that sharks were even bigger.

"Fuck Sarge, you goddamn idiot. Do you even know who Jones is?"
"Just the biggest, most ripped stud in town."
Mac put his hands to his eyes.

"Jeessh Sarge. Okay, when is he due, we still might call and tell him never mind. And then let�s skin out of here until he forgets about us."

But it was too late. With a mighty thud Mac and Sarge heard the front door slam open.
"Strait you fucker!!! You here?" Came the bellowing voice of one slightly drunk, horned up, ripped out fire fighter. Mac saw the color from Sarge�s face drain.

With a huge series of crashes that Mac thought were going to take out the stairs Jones came tumbling down into the workout room. He stood, wavering for a second and gave Mac a huge sloppy grin.

"Hello fuck meat!" With one swoop he lunged at Mac, and before Mac could react, had both of Mac�s hand together while he fumbled with a set of handcuffs. He dragged Mac over to the frame and clinked Mac�s left hand�s cuff over the top of the frame. He then quickly took a second pair of cuffs and did the same for the right hand. Within just a few seconds of appearing in the basement Mac was strung up between the frame, his face facing the mirrors. Mac could feel the sexually overcharged fireman slowly run his hands down his back.

"Yup, fresh fuck meat. You don�t know how long I been waitin for this fucker." Sarge was already over beside Jones, looking up eagerly into the man mountain�s eyes.
"Now Jones, let�s wait  a minute here. I asked you over to-"

"Shut up dick slut! I know why you invited me over, I ain�t dumb, but you sure seem to be. Plans have changed. I�m in charge now! Sit down on that incline�now!" Sarge said nothing but suddenly swung his fist right into Jones� face. With cat liked reflexes Jones caught Sarge�s fist and began to squeeze as hard a she could around it.

"Owwwwww, shit, stop, gonna�break�it�"
"Would serve you right fucker. Now get up and go to that bench!"

Sarge gasped as Jones let go of his fist. He limped over to the bench like the whelped dog he was. Jones follow behind, taking a fist full of bunge cords from out of his jacket pocket.

"Knew I�d need these�" He pushed Sarge down on to the incline and had him lay back. He made quick work of strapping the policeman down to the bench, inclined so that Sarge�s head and chest were at an angle so he could see Mac�s strung up body.

Jones stepped back and admired his handiwork. Two policeman bound and ready to use. It made his dick, still trapped in his jeans, spit out a wad of man juice. He walked up and stood behind Mac. With one of his big paws Jones traced a line down the middle of Mac�s back al the way down until he reached his ass. Then he let his finger slide over the nylon running shorts, feeling Mac�s ass crack.

"Word around town is that you never been fuck before Stevens, that right?"
Mac set his teeth firm and did not answer.

SMACK! Jones hit Mac�s running short clad ass hard. Mac gave out a yelp even thought he tried not to.

"Now Mac, don�t make this harder than it has to be. Let me lay it out for you. Before I�m done here I am going to milk you dry. I�ve heard those stories about you pumpin out ten loads a day, but I ain�t got that much time. So we just got tonight, hear. And I want you dry by the end. Dry, spermless orgasms. And to help you empty out faster, I�m gonna fuck your ass raw!"

All Mac could do was shiver as he felt Jones shove his finger rudely into the crack of Mac�s ass.