Big Bob and The Boy In Blue
Warning: this story contains graphic adult activities of a homosexual nature. If you take offense at that kind of writing, or are in an area where the viewing of sensitive materials is prohibited, please leave.
A ‘Side/Alternate/What if' sequel to "Why Big Bob did the things he did."
...How the hell did this long-ass story come out of a single paragraph idea!?
Officer Kilmurray walked down the concrete, his shoes tapping against the rock. Spots of white illuminated the scene as night fell over the street.
The Doberman stared up at the bright multi colored neon signs, each one promising a night of carnal excitement. He hung his head and gave a deep sigh.
"Of all the red light districts in the city, I get the one with the fags."
Officer Jacob Kilmurray didn't have anything personal against them. In fact, he was very open minded about it all. But...He was tired of all the horny, sex doused puffs making passes at him. If one more person came up to him asking if they could ‘see his nightstick' or ask for a frisking...he was gonna blow it.
It wasn't their fault he was too attractive to ignore, as far as Dobermans go. His sharp features caught the light just right, and his fur coloring was a visual simile of chocolate and caramel melded together. ‘Delicious' as the many frequenters of the street would joke to him. His pointed cropped ears shuffled beside his hat, he had them cut when he was younger to look fiercer. His uniform was tight around his broad shouldered and muscled body, it had shrunk in the wash the other day and he couldn't get a new one until the next month. However, it showed off his body very well, more than he was willing to show.
"Looking nice officer." A large Cougar sauntered off to him, in a tight tank top and baggy jeans that hung off his hips. "I just want to pour you into a glass of cream and drink you all down." He purred.
"Move along Trelman." Jacob gave an annoyed growl. "You know I don't swing that way."
The cougar gave a small snicker, brushing past Jacob slowly.
"That's what makes it fun." He purred into his cropped ear. Chuckling as he sauntered down the street, getting the attention of a few drunken homos.
Hunched over, Officer Kilmurray walked down a part of the neighborhood where the old buildings stood. The towering concrete skeletons loomed over the street, caged behind fences screaming ‘TO BE CONDEMNED'.
This wasn't par of Jacob's usual patrol, but he needed to get away from the horned up...animals, for lack of a better word, looking for a rocket to ride.
He stood in the shadows for a few minutes, enjoying the serenity, when he heard the gentle crushing and stumbling of rubble and wood.
Wondering who it could be at this time of night and this hour he turned the corner to one of the stoops of the abandoned buildings.
Sitting on one of the steps, trench coat in tatters, with some blood trailing from his arm was a large grayed grizzly bear.
He was bulky, huge to be precise. You could see his gut from the ripped up trench coat. No fat there. He had evident facial fur, like a beard. He was clutching at his arm, all red and soaked.
"Hey! You alright?"
The bear looked up, eyes wide in terror, he was shaking.
"O-Officer! You've got to help me! There's this crazed lion...he...he just jumped me!" The bear trembled some more, it was like watching a mountain in an earthquake....or a volcano. "The-There he is!"
Kilmurray stared down the alley; standing at the corner was the silhouette of a lion, crazed. You could see his eyes glowing over there, like...like gas lamps.
The Doberman runs down the street, hands reaching for his holster, he reaches for his nightstick first, hoping it's enough. If not, he's got his pistol ready. The lion bounded around the corner with the Doberman hot on his heels, Kilmurray was hoping he wouldn't get to the crowded areas.
Luckily, on the next block, the lion skidded and leapt into one of the smaller alleys. Kilmurray grinned, knowing what as around there. Leaping around the corner himself, he saw the lion trying desperately to open the ‘employees only' backdoor of a Chinese restaurant.
"You're...coming with...me..." Kilmurray panted, brandishing the stick, fingers wrapped around the gun's handle.
The lion only leaned back against the door, as if trying to crawl away.
Jacob managed to get a few steps in when a heavy paw holding a soaked rag wrapped itself around his head. He tried to break free of the grip but it was like trying to push a truck away. It clamped tighter around his body, and he could smell the dam rag...like chloroform.
"Seems like you're coming with...us." A familiar thick voice drawled into his ear. As the drugs worked on his mind, he blanked out. As he fell deep into unconsciousness, he heard one name, slipping out of the lion's mouth in a purr.
"Hey Bob."
It was a short while before Officer Jacob Kilmurray opened his eyes again.
"Uh..." he groaned, head pounding. "What hit me?" It took a few minutes before he realized the situation he was in.
He was in an apartment; old with the paint peeling yet with the obvious signs that someone lived there. There were some plants still green in the corner, a few sparse pieces of furniture, and streetlights visible in the window. He was an old maroon coach, already faded with color; it was rough against his skin...his skin?
He only just noticed that his jacket was gone, and so was his shirt, he was left in his slacks and shoes. His hat was still on his head, tighter than usual for some reason. His mouth was aching, a gag stuffed into his muzzle, tied to the back of his head. His arms were bent in front of him and his wrists were tied with leather straps to a collar around his neck. The stray beams of light from the window illuminated his muscular figure, sharp in some areas, yet with a definite softness to them. His developed Pecs glowed the most, as his nipples hardened in response to the cold, there was an ac on that was for sure. His chest rose and fell, his six pack like waves at sea.
"Whhdaaahuuck!?" He growled; spit leaking from the side of his muzzle. He tried to get up but found he couldn't move his arms and legs; they were numb for some strange reason.
"He's awake!"
"Already? Barely 30 minutes." A heavy sigh was heard, Jacob was able to turn his head, when he saw the lion from earlier.
"hhuuhrryyuuu?"He snarled, trying to get his words across.
"Just a respectable citizen officer." Behind the lion came this large grizzly bear, with an obvious muscled gut and prominent facial fur.
It was the bear he had tried to help out earlier.
This time he was wearing a pear of leather chaps, with a harness strapped over his muscular girth. The lion was dressed almost similar, aside from a simple leather pouch holding his maleness.
"hhhucck!" Jacob Growled.
"He's a nice one, right Nicky?" The bear draped an arm around the lion, licking his cheek.
"He sure is Big Bob." Beamed the lion, purring.
‘Big Bob!?' he realized. There were rumors about a bear like that around the area, a bear who kidnapped males and sexually assaulted them. The force had no proof and no charges were being filed so they chalked it up to a simple urban legend.
Well this urban legend was staring down at him like a mountain over a forest.
The bear casually sauntered over to the couch, laying a large heavy paw on his waist. Jacob growled and tried to squirm away, but his limbs were still numb. The huge heavy paw firmly kneaded his thighs, still with a hint of red.
"Amazing what you can do with a bit of movie makeup." He gave a malicious grin, as his paw slid down towards Jacob's crotch. The Doberman growled loudly, baring his fangs...if it weren't for the gag.
"Hmmm? It seems Officer Kilmurray's not into playing right now." He grinned maliciously, motioning for the lion to step forward. He had in his hands a dark navy blue strip of cloth. The bear nodded towards Jacob, and the lion immediately began wrapping the strip of cloth around his eyes, blindfolding him.
However the blindfold wasn't done right and it fell a bit loosely below his eye line, Jacob could see the two standing in front of him, the bear stroking the lion's sides. He could see the two talking in hushed whispers.
"I think it was your fault he's not ready." The bear growled in a stern voice. "You need to be disciplined."
"B-but...but..." The lion whimpered, arms stuck to his sides.
"No buts, you know what happens to bad kitties like you." He smirked, showing off his large canines to the lion.
"Y-yes sir." The lion mewled. As the bear sat down on a footstool the same color of the stool, patting his thighs he motioned to the lion. Grunting a bit, the feline crawled into the bear's lap. It was a sight to see for Jacob. The lion was lying on his stomach on top of the bear's thighs. His arms were pressed and held together as his rear was suspended into the air. The bear stroked the ass and moved the tail away, he was set at angle that Jacob could see Nick's ass. Including the valley between the large round mounds and...he swore he could see the pulsating pucker of the lion.
"Bad kittens need to be disciplined." The bear growled, laying one heavy paw on the lion's back. The other raised itself in the air, and to the shock of Officer Jacob Kilmurray, plummeted down and crashed into the lion's rear with deafening slap.
"Aaaaggghhh!!" The lion screamed, clenching up his body. A bright red paw print appearing on his fur. The bear took his paw and spanked the lion again, eliciting a throaty cry from him again. It wasn't a cry of pain, or of humiliation, it was the kind of cry that came from release. As if some primordial sensation was ripped out of the lion. The rough spanking continued, each one leaving a brighter redder mark on his fair ass. Each one, the lion letting out a curling scream of energy and release, and of pleasure.
Jacob watched, eyes widened as the bear let his paw crash down several times, as the lion reared back, jaws agape and eyes tearing. Despite the rough disciplinarian action in front of him, Officer Kilmurray grunted as an itchy sensation began spreading from his groin.
Each crash came down harder, each cry grew louder, and each time the redness grew brighter. Each time, the itch in his pants grew more unbearable.
"Yyyaagghh!!"
"Raaaaghhh!!"
Finally, it came to the point that the lion could no longer scream, a throaty whimper trailed out of his outstretched jaws. He hung his head, and the soft sounds of a feline whimpering could reach Jacob's ears.
"I think you've learned your lesson." The bear huffed, chest rising and falling, a layer of sweat on both their bodies. It was obvious to Jacob eh was aroused, his musky scene dribbled into his nostrils.
"But just to be sure I've got to drill it some more into you." He rubbed Nick's abused ass, as the lion flinched to the gentle caresses on his beaten and sensitive rear.
The bear got up, letting Nick slip onto the footstool, bending him over. The bear gripped his hips and turned him to the side, now he was parallel to the Doberman on the maroon couch. The bear got on his knees behind the lion and brought his nose near his tail hole.
Jacob gulped as he saw the thick tongue extend and prod the lion's hole. Immediately among contact, the lion reared up one last time and let out a dry gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure. Jacob Kilmurray squirmed in his bonds, his legs fidgeting as he tried to force his eyes away from the scene.
‘I'm not gay, I'm not gay...not cocks and ass...tits and vag...' he tried to convince himself, yet regardless, the scene before him was turning him on even more, he felt his own male hood stirring awake. The wet slurping sounds of tongue on hole, the squelching of saliva and the tiny mewls and moans of the lion drifted in the air.
The bear lapped the lion's red asshole, letting his slick wet tongue slide over the puckering hole; prodding the blunt tip of his appendage inside the ring of muscle. Jacob stared as the Bear got closer, letting his tongue finally penetrate the lion. Nick squirmed and moaned, his hips gyrating to the sensations, yet the bears iron grip on his hips prevented him from moving too much.
Several exhausted mewls later, the bear's paw went under Nick's body, toying with the leather pouch. With a gasp of relief, the lion's own cock sprung forward, dribbling pre onto the maroon foot stool.
"Remember," he growled to the lion turning back to him. "No touching." He gave a firm stroke to the cock, as Nick shivered and yelped. Big Bob gripped the footstool and turned it around, so now Nick was facing Jacob, out of the corners of the blindfold he could see the lion's panting, sweat and tear stroked face.
If there ever was a clear, perfect, inarguable way of showing both pain and pleasure as one, the lion's face was proof. His clenched eyes, the way his jaw hung open, the painful way he looked at you, yet at the same time...bliss.
"Get ready kitten." The bear now stood behind Nick, hands grasping his hips. Jacob looked on as Nick whimpered; eyes closed bracing himself for what came next. Soon, Big Bob gave a small, strong thrust of his own hips, pushing his large cock into the lion's tail hole, stretching the tight ring of muscle around his cock.
"Aaaah!" Nick gasped and cried in pleasure and pain as his body shook. The Doberman could only see as Big Bob continuously thrusted into the lion's ass. Pushing, and pulling, hilting and teasing. The smell of rutting drove Jacob insane. Almost all notion of sexuality crumbled within him, at this moment, he'd suck a dick if it was waving in his face.
It was a short while until the thrusting became shorter and harder. Nick's arms trembled as he held on to the footstool. Big Bob continued the slow and rough assault on his ass, hilting each time, getting his prostate. Nick mewled in contentment, the sensation of the thick bear cock filling up with every push and the firm grip the old bear had on his hips were bliss-making.
A short hefty grunt and Big Bob hilted his thick meat into the tight kitten, breaking the air with a loud roar. He shot his load deep into Nick's bowels; filling him up with ursine cum. Nick mewled as the wet sensation of fresh cum filled him up.
Jacob watched the ordeal, and noticed that Nick's cock was still throbbing and leaking pre onto the leather. He gulped and squirmed as his own cock strained itself in the tight slacks.
Big Bob slowly pulled his cock out of Nick's ass, letting it swing by as he stepped forward; it was still hard and pulsating. Jacob could only stare as the lion lapped at it, cleaning it of the cum that remained onto the purple flesh.
"Good Kitten, now that you've learned your lesson..." he picked up Nick by the back of the harness, lifting him back to his feet. "Fetch the gear."
Nick scampered over to the next room, actually wobbled would've been better. His legs were still weak from that ‘sensational' ordeal.
Big Bob loomed over officer Kilmurray, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well officer, I hope you're ready." Nick came back with a large video camera, and a tripod. He set it a little bit towards the couch, at a three quarter angle. "Because here I come."
Big Bob almost leapt onto the couch, pinning down Jacob to the leather. His paws immediately went to work, unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops. Jacob managed to get some feeling back in his legs and frantically began kicking Big Bob away; meanwhile Nick had set the video camera on and was helping Bob by holding the Doberman's legs down.
Big Bob gripped the waistline of the slacks and immediately pulled down...after a tense second, he turns to Jacob. "You have nice taste."
The camera recorded it all, it captured the proud Doberman officer, bound and gagged, his pants around his ankles, and sporting a hard on that was straining through a tight pair of hot pink high cut briefs that showed off a lot more than it should. The lacy elastic clunk to his hips, and the tight silk showed the contours of his dick, already leaking through the thin material.
"What's the meaning of this officer? This isn't standard issue." Big Bob chuckled, squeezing the silk trapped member, eliciting a surprised moan from Jacob.
He couldn't answer...originally the embarrassing high cut briefs were a joke given to him by the other guys on the force, since he got the ‘Gay' Street and ‘it was his responsibility to give a good impression of the force to the citizens', they had told him. And it just so happened that this was laundry day, and in desperation had put the pair on.
Big Bob reached up and unfastened the gag around Jacob's Muzzle, while at the same time rubbing his cock, pushing down on the leaking head.
"Ooh!" Jacob reflexively cried out once the gag was removed. He arched his back in surprised pleasure, all to the enjoyment of the Bear. Big Bob leaned down and lapped at the front of the briefs, getting Jacob's cock wet as well. Slipping a claw under the waistband, he pulled down the Flimsy pair of briefs, releasing the Doberman's cock. It sprang out at once and throbbed as it towered over his crotch; it was a good 8 or 9 inches, at least 2 fingers thick, maybe 2 and a half. Big Bob took back the belt he left on the floor, wrapping it around his waist.
"No police man is complete without his hat and belt." Big Bob let out a sound that could pass for a purr, if he were feline.
Big Bob pulled the lacy pair of briefs down to Jacob's knees and without another word, wrapped a warm paw around the cock and began stroking, lubed with only pre and his spit.
Jacob whimpered and writhed on the couch, trying to get away from the bear's touch but it was too firm a grip on his genitals. Each time the paw fell down into his groin, and went up and engulfed the head, he gave a shaky moan. He couldn't believe that he was being molested...by a male no less! The thoughts of screaming for help crossed his mind, but he was a cop. His rep would go down if they knew that he was molested by a fag!
‘Not that there was anything wrong with this.' The thought flashed across his exploding mind. The sensation was like, at that moment then and there, Jacob realized that all along he's been in the closet and was now free to enjoy gay sex.
Of course that wasn't the case, but when your head's foggy, and a hefty paw is stroking you with a bear and lion staring, a lot of things will go into your mind. Like Jacob's mother's meatloaf...for some odd reason.
‘Shit!' his mind cried out, he whimpered as pleasure surged through every muscle in his body, the thrill of being tied up and having his legs pinned down as he was helplessly played with.
‘Was this why no one reports him?' His mind managed to piece together, before it was shattered by the nagging need to shoot his load.
Every time a whimper came from the Doberman, Big Bob leered at him, squeezing his cock.
"You're close, I can tell." He growled lustfully.
Jacob tried to growl, but what was the use? It was obvious that he was. Another stroke over and he'd be over. So close...gonna shoot...
But then the bear released his grip onto the cock, letting it throb in the air in need. Jacob stared at the bear back and forth between the large male and his cock. The lion only gave an acknowledging smile, having experienced the same thing before.
"I'm not gonna get a guy off he's not gonna appreciate it." The bear growled, turning on the TV with a remote left on the floor. The channel that opened was to an all male porn channel. The sights and sounds of what was on the TV only excited Jacob more and he whimpered.
"What was that?" The bear asked smugly. Nick crept over the shivering cock and breathed slowly over it, letting the hot air wash over it.
"Ohh!" Jacob couldn't take it anymore; he threw out the last bit of his pride out the window.
"Make me cum! Please Big Bob!" He cried out, thrusting desperately into the air.
"That's sir." He growled in a stern voice
"Sir! Please! I'm yours! Please make me cum! Use your hands, anything but I'll do anything if you let me cum!" he yelped out, forgetting everything about enforcer poise, or the need to be authoritative. Right now he was a trembling needy pup playing cops and robbers, and he wanted papa bear to play with him.
The bear sighed turning back to him. "I guess that's good enough, you said anything right?"
Jacob quickly nodded, not caring as to what could happen to him.
Big bob got up, leaving the TV on, and picked up the Doberman, raising him up onto his weak legs. He bent him over his knee, grinning.
"You've been a bad pup officer Kilmurray. How many men have you turned down already? Naughty naughty." The bear chuckled, raising a paw over his exposed rear.
"n-no-" he tried to struggle, but couldn't get the words right as his need for orgasm won over. If this was what was required, he'd take it.
The paw came down with a loud slap. Jacob cried out as pain seared from his backside, his sensitive ass burning. Nicky looked over the entire thing, a hungry look in his eyes.
"Yaaaagh!" He yelped as the paw came down with such intensity and force. The burning warmth and pain spread all over his nether regions. Each cry became hoarser and hoarser with each descent of the heavy paw. His untouched ass grew redder and redder, almost glowing underneath his caramel and chocolate fur. Soon it became to the point that his ass was numb, Jacob's mind was spinning as the slaps seemed to grow less painful, and a tingling feeling replaced the area where his ass would be.
He hung his head, tongue lolling out, arms sore with being so tense all the time. He moaned as Big Bob rubbed and kneaded his ass with every slap, quickly replacing the sharp pain. It was then, Jacob noticed, his cock was still hard, never softening at any point during the painful experience. Big Bob pushed Jacob up, his legs wobbly. The bear stood up and motioned to the cat, who was mindlessly stroking his own cock.
"Get over here Nicky." The lion came over, and with a huge paw, Big Bob pushed him onto the couch.
"Hold this for a while." Nick put his paws on Jacob's back, pushing him up with all his weight.
"Wha-?"
"No talking pup." He growled, spreading his legs open. Nick took the time to spit onto his cock, eagerly waiting for what was coming up next.
"Get ready, officer." Big Bob carefully caressed Jacob's hard Pecs for a second, impressed for a second.
Then with a solid push, he impaled Jacob's virgin ass onto Nick's cock.
"Aaaaaarrghhh!!" The Doberman yelped up as his first cock pushed into his ring. Both mentally and physically unprepared, he gritted his fangs and reflexively tried to get off. But Big Bob pushed down on his shoulders, and Nick pulled down on his thighs. The lion cock managed to slip into the tight ring, lubed up by a mixture of spit and pre.
The burning sensation no longer lingered on just his ass, but was now in it. The cock was burrowing deeper into him, deeper than anything before. It was like sitting on a traffic cone! Nothing else had gone this deep! Not a suppository, not even the doctor's finger at the annual check up.
To Jacob, it truly was like having sex for the first time.
Nick's cock grazed along the inner walls of his rectum, hitting that sensational sweet spot, causing Jacob to whimper and moan as pleasure swept over him.
Watching the Lion penetrating the Doberman with all his energy, Big Bob began nibbling and chewing on the Doberman's pert nipples. Making him squirm and yelp some more, every nibble from the bear's strong yet gentle teeth caused Jacob's cock to pulse and squirt a bit more pre. Soon Big Bob was lapping at his abs, gently stroking his tongue among the tight muscle, under a thin layer of soft fat.
Nick was ecstatic, he's never had a virgin ass before. If the cop wasn't so into this, he'd be feeling guilty, but right now the only thing that mattered was his cock pistoning out of the Doberman's extra tight, velvety cherry ass.
Nick growled and clamped his jaws on Jacob's shoulder, in a mating bite made in a frenzy. His paws gripped the belt around Jacob's waist tightly, the Doberman's hat bobbed on his head as well, but showed no signs of dislodging.
Big Bob finally made it to his target, dragging his tongue on the sensitive underside of Jacob's throbbing cock. His finger made its way behind the bobbing canine, and a finger or two slipped in his hole alongside the pistoning cock, making Jacob reflexively thrust forward, yelping. Jacob's cock made its way into the warmth of Big Bob's muzzle. This was truly ‘being between a rock and a hard place' for Jacob, as the bear eagerly suckled on his cock. Big Bob looked up and glared at Jacob with a knowing grin. The Doberman was transfixed, pleasure was hitting him at two places at once. Everytime he went up, his cock found its way into the warmth of the bear's muzzle, when he went down, it seemed the cock had found a new sweet place to hit. If he stood still, both came at him at once.
He couldn't take it anymore, the smell of rutting, the sigtht of the bear bobbing along his needy cock, the sensation of spit, tight lips and a cock ramming up his no-longer-virgin tail hole. The sound of squelching, slapping and moaning, it was too much.
He couldn't control itself, like a claw the sensations gripped his mind, and squeezed at it, until it just blew him apart.
"Yaaaaargggghhhh!" Officer Jacob Kilmurray screamed out loud as an electrical orgasm ripped through him like never before. From his ass and cock to his spine, it dripped into every muscle into his body, setting his soul on fire. Pleasure erupted from his cock as he was given salvation, erupting into the muzzle of the bear. Big Bob pulled back, letting the canine spooge him all over his face, jaws outstretched where a few stray shots landed on his wagging tongue. Each clench, throb and pulse, each shot made Jacob clench down on the cock within him, but he didn't care about that. Each shot scratched that painful needy itch growing deep within his loins. He didn't realize that Nick gripped his hips hard, claws unsheathed as he shot his own load into the Doberman, painting his ass white on the inside.
It was an eternity before everyone came down from their orgasms, save for Big Bob, who was more than satisfied at the results. Nick panted and managed to slip out of the Doberman's asshole, now red and glowing with a fresh load of cum leaking out.
"Phew! This one's a good catch Big Bob." Nick panted. Arm draped over his chest.
"I know, shame to let this one go..."
"Huh?"
Before Jacob knew it, the bear was pressing the same damp rag from before, drugging him. After an orgasm like that, it took less than a second to put him out of his light, it was cute how he tried to resist the rag, turning his head away. Big Bob had to hold him down to get the drugged rag over him.
But Big Bob still had a huge hold on him, even after he was gone.
"Wha!?" Officer Jacob Kilmurray jolted awake. Taking a second to take stock of himself.
He was fully clothed, in his jacket, and slacks. What's more, he was in his patrol car.
"I don't remember taking this out for my patrol." He murmured to himself when flashes of memory from his experience hit him.
"Shit." He growled, slumped over the steering wheel. He tried to forget everything that happened, chalking it up to exhaustion. How long would it take for him to accept everything that happened?
Not very long it seemed.
A week later.
Officer Jacob Kilmurray stood in front of his locker at the precinct, scratching his head. His muscled body constrained by a thin wife beater, opening his locker to take out his new uniform he spotted a small brown parcel at the bottom. Picking up he read the label.
"Officer Kilmurray." The Doberman repeated, curiosity got the better of him and he tore open the brown packaging, inside was a stack of DVDs, a thick envelope and a letter.
"What in the-crap!" Jacob cursed himself as he dropped the load, the letter dropping open and out of the envelope several photos. As he bent down to pick up the photos, his eyes popped open as he realized what they were. Picture of him, his pink briefs, getting spanked, sucked and his ass pounded by the bear and lion. Every picture in detail his expression in those pictures...he couldn't bear to look at them. Quickly scooping them up, he ignored the stirring in his pants as his cock came to life, fondly remembering the other night, he stared at the DVD the label on it read ‘Officer Kilmurray's night on the beat'. After several minutes of hesitation He finally worked up the courage to look into the letter.
‘Hey Pup, this is Big Bob. That night was sweet, but rather than beat around the bush (haha) I've come to deliver you a vital message. If you want to stay a cop you're gonna do as I say.
You are going to go the park in "that part of town" tonight at midnight. You will wear nothing but a tiny white thong, which I have provided for you. If you don't do as I say, (and I'll know, I have my ways, how do you think this ended up in your locker?) I'm going to let the other boys on the force know about your little hot pink number, they'd be glad to see your tight ass in a pair of lacy panties, being the slutty bitch of a lion and bear?
Take care,
Big Bob.'
His paws trembling he picked up the white thong inside the box, 3 sizes too small for him and with a navy blue star embroidered near the sides. In small nay blue stitching he could make out; "Officer Jacob Kilmurray, reporting for duty, Big Bob, Sir!"
How right he was.