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30 year old Officer Richard McClellen was on a typically slow watch on Saturday afternoon as a county patrolman in eastern Tennessee. It was particularly slow since tourist season had ended a couple months before and they were getting the unpredictable October downpour. Rather than burn up gas and driving around the county roads in the rain, he decided to just wait behind a row of trees on the off chance that a speeder might blow by, or perhaps get a call from dispatch on a storm-induced auto accident. After a couple of hours into the watch, and only seven or eight cars going by, the wait seemed to have paid off. A grey van with tinted windows flew by going about 80. Richard knew he'd have no trouble catching it in his cruiser, a two-year-old Ford Thunderbird with an 8-cylinder engine. After pursuing them a half a mile the van pulled off onto a side dirt road and pulled over about 200 yards from the main highway. Richard pulled in behind it. He did the usual routine, by motioning with his index finger for the driver of the van to get out and come back to where the cruiser was parked. No sense getting wet over a stupid speeding ticket. It took about 30 seconds for the driver to notice the cops gesture in the rear view mirror. He got out with the collar of his denim jacket pulled up over his head to keep the rain off his face. He walked back and got back in the passenger seat and handed Richard his license and registration. "Going kind of fast for a rainstorm don't ya think?" asked the officer in that cliche' way they do right before they give you a ticket. "Yeah, I guess I'm not used to being off the interstate where there's no cars," came the reply calmly. "Jack Butler....from Virginia...", the officer continued. "Hell of a day to be out-of-state. And a bad one for you especially. We don't take too kindly to speeders here in Tennessee. I clocked you at 80 and that carries about a hundred dollar fine. The local economy will thank you kindly for contributing. It'll take me about five minutes to have this ticket written up." Richard had been writing for about a minute when he was startled by a tap on his window. When he quickly glanced over, he was staring down the barrel of a pistol, being held by another man, who must have been in the van also. How could he have been so careless? "I lied officer," said the man in the passenger seat wryly while taking Richard's gun out of his holster. "That's not really my ID. You can call me Mac, and you can kick yourself pig, for choosing the wrong people to fuck with. Now slowly get out of the car. If you get stupid, Tony here will put a bullet through your worthless cop skull, got it?" Richard nodded and got out of the car. "Turn around and lean against the car and put your hands behind your back," Tony ordered. Richard waited a moment then slowly complied. He knew he was now as good as dead. People don't normally fuck with cops unless they're already running from the law and those running from the law are usually pretty desperate. "Please, I'll do whatever you say, just don't shoot me. I have a family at home," pleaded the officer as his own handcuffs were snapped on his wrists pulling some the many wiry auburn hairs on his forearms. Meanwhile Mac had come around the cruiser "I never seen a pig get jacked up before, read him his rights! Hell, you've heard 'em enough Tony, you oughta have 'em memorized by now." Half laughing, but trying to sound official Tony began "You have the right to remain silent. If you open your trap I'm gonna cut your balls off and force them down your throat. You don't have the right to an attorney. If no one finds your carcass in the woods you won't need one anyway. You'd get one free phone call but you'd probably call your wife aand w don't want her running away before we have the chance to go give her a good hard fucking. How's that Mac?" "Not bad," Mac replied before producing a dirty handkerchief from his pocket and blindfolding the helpless cop. "Let's get this asshole into the woods over there." Mac grabbed Richard by the scruff of the neck and marched him forcefully into the heavily forested area next to the road. They walked about 500 yards before stopping, Richard tripped several times and had to repeatedly be brutally helped back up - sometimes by an ear, his nose, or a handful of hair. "Alright, this ought to be good. This is gonna hurt you more than me, but is necessary. You understand, of course, that it's completely personal. No hard feelings?" "Oh God, please no!" Richard exclaimed, tensing up, waiting for a bullet to end his life. Instead, Tony, the bigger of the two convicts weighing in around 240 pounds at 6'3", clocked him on the head with the butt of gun knocking him out cold. The two thugs uncuffed the officer and stripped him down to his jockey shorts. They then dragged him a few feet to a tree which had a solid branch extended almost straight out about 4 feet off the ground. They recuffed Richard's hands over the branch, which left him hanging in a kneeling position. Then they used his belt and the bandana to secure his calves about two feet apart to a big tree root that ran underneath him. "How we gonna wake him up now Mac? Won't do any good to splash water on his face since it's pouring rain," asked Tony. "Maybe it won't, but what if we changed the temperature of the water?" "Huh?" This time Mac didn't answer, he just undid the buttons of his 501's, hauled out his limp dick and let a stream of yellow piss spray onto the back of Richard's hanging head. Tony just grinned and pulled out his cock and added a second stream on Richard creating a liquid "V" between the two. The urine then ran down his chest through the patch of auburn hair there and then following the hairline down the middle of his stomach turning the top front of his jockey shorts from white to a pale yellow. When they were about halfway done, Richard started coming around. He lifted his head up, disoriented, only to catch the piss right in the face replacing the rain in his soaked beard and mustache with raunchy odorous urine, not fully realizing what was hitting him. It was only when his two captors started laughing when he remembered where he was. But he was so surprised that he was still alive, that it didn't register quite what was going on right away. The two finished pissing and he finally figured out what was happening to him in time to see Tony starting to put his dick away. "Don't put that away yet Tony, we ain't done. We got a perfect opportunity to see how well a pig gives head. I reckon he owes us, for all the times we had to do without sex because some cock sucking pig put us behind bars. Hell, if it weren't for asshole cops, we wouldn't even know how nice a man was at giving head, having to settle for the boy-bitches in the joint. Consider this Final Justice," explained Mac, to the horror of the cop's ears. He had always been repulsed by queers. Even realizing these two scum buckets had just urinated in his face didn't come close to the fear that they would even consider putting their faggot dicks in his mouth. "Old copper here will be more than willing," continued Mac. "'Cuz if he don't do a damn good job, not only will he have his nuts cut off, we'll find that address we found in his wallet and fuck his wife and that cute daughter in the picture with them. How old is she pig? 14? 15?" Richard just stared in disbelief. These guys had him by the balls. His wife and daughter would both be at home right now and would be defenseless against these two. His train of thought was interrupted by a kick to the stomach. "I asked you a question pig! How old is she?" "She's 15," Richard coughed. "Please, I'll do what you want. Just leave them alone. They're innocent." "Tell you what," replied Mac, "If you give me the best fucking blow job of my life, I'll think about sparing the whores a solid ass fucking. And no teeth, or Tony's gonna cut off your balls," he said motioning towards his partner. With that Tony pulled out an 8-inch hunting knife and cut away Richard's shorts as if to emphasize the threat, leaving him completely exposed. "There," remarked Tony almost proudly, "that'll leave your ass for me while Mac's fucking your worthless pig face." Richard really had no thought to that as Mac's rapidly hardening dick was staring him down, only about an inch from his face. Richard swallowed hard and reluctantly opened his mouth in shameful acceptance of his pending face-fucking. The smell of piss in his mustache was now mixed with sweaty smell of Mac's crotch, not too much different than the smell of a musty locker room he thought. Mac put his hands on the back of Richard's head slipped his stubby, thick 6" dick all the way in with one fluid motion, then slowly back out until just the head remained, then back in again. Richard's field of vision had been reduced to the top of Mac's cock sliding in and out of his mouth and a thick wiry patch of dark blond pubic hair. Then Richard felt Tony's hands pry his butt cheeks further apart and then a strange, warm feeling right on his asshole. Tony was down on all fours eating Richard's ass. He had never felt anything like it. For something that he had always considered gross and repulsive, he could almost enjoy such a weird sensation. The feeling was short lived though, as Tony had lubed him up enough and was more than anxious to bust a nut in this cop's virgin ass. He raised up to a kneeling position, grabbed Richard by the waist and began to thrust his dick up into the helpless captive. Richard felt the sharp probe against his resisting sphincter and braced himself for the intrusion. Finally, the head of Tony's 8", fairly thick cock popped in. Richard groaned as he ffelt like his body was being ripped in half. He had never felt anything so painful in his life. Before he could even begin to adjust to this violation, Tony squeezed himself in another couple of inches. Then, after waiting a couple seconds to take a deep breath, Tony slammed it in to hilt. His pubic patch resting on Richards ass. Without waiting, he just started thrusting in and out of the cop's abused butt. Richard truly believed he was going to pass out from the pain. Meanwhile, his other captor released his head long enough to pull off his jacket and pull his T-Shirt off revealing, his extremely hairy blond torso, which was soaked with a combination of rain and sweat. From Richard's point of view, he couldn't tell where Mac's pubic hair stopped and the hair on his pot belly started. Then Mac pushed his 501's and boxers down to his knees so he could use one hand to play with his balls while the cop sucked him off. His nuts and thighs were as hairy as everything else. He put his other hand back on the pig's head and continued thrusting his dick into the policeman's mouth. After a couple minutes he quickened his pace for a few strokes, then stopped with his dick at the back of the cop's mouth. Richard felt the dick in his mouth start to pulse. He felt Mac's other hand replace itself on the back of his head, holding him tight into the thug's crotch, his nose buried in bristly pubic hair. Then it happened. He felt the hot liquid filling up his mouth and heard Mac's deep groan. His captor was coming in his mouth. He could taste and smell the bitter jism as it started to run out the sides of his mouth. All he could do now was swallow, surprised that it didn't make him gag. After about a minute, Mac let go of the cop's head and fell back on the mossy ground panting. "Whew, copper. If the other inmates had given head like that, I would never want to leave the joint." Richard didn't have long to ponder Mac's commendation, as Tony had just quickened his pace, and was jacking Richard's cock which was now rock hard to Richard's dismay. Whatever this rapist was doing to his ass was affecting him. He had never believed that story about the prostate being so sensitive, but now he was sure of it. Against his will he felt the pressure building up in his balls. As Tony put the last few hard thrusts up his ass, Richard came like a wildcat, spewing his seed hard enough to land on the chest of convict laying in front of him. Tony was right behind him, filling the cop's ass with its first sperm deposit. Tony then sat back, popping out of the policeman's butt. Richard just went limp in his bonds. After about 10 minutes Mac and Tony got up and fixed their clothing. They put the handcuff key in Richard's hand and told him to wait five minutes before releasing himself. If they saw him following them, he and his family were dead for sure. They left, taking the cop's clothes with them. When he finally released himself of his bonds and found his way out of the woods, he found that his cruiser was gone too. What he didn't know was that the whole incident had been taped by a video camera on a tripod and that the inmates would send a copy of the video to his family and his coworkers. The end?