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As he stood in the warehouse facing me and my toy gun with hands above his head, hot cop stud Dean Buttano began to realize that I had carefully planned this out and set him up for an ambush. This only made him more nervous wondering what was to come next. "OK cop, you just listen carefully and do what I tell you and you'll get out of this with no extra holes." I explained. "Now unhook that gun belt. Drop it on the floor and step back without any sudden movements." Even if he tried, Dean knew he could never get his latched and holstered gun out of the belt before I shot him. I was thankful for those police issue safety latches. He stepped back as he was told and unhooked the belt. Once loose, he slid the belt off and dropped it with a thud on the floor. Dean took three steps back with his large hands interlaced behind his head and I moved forward in front of the belt, kicking it back behind me. "Now strip off those clothes, officer." Dean shook his head as though he didn't believe what he just heard. "Hey you got the belt, so just take it and leave," Dean replied, trying desperately to gain some time and avoid complying with my humiliating command. It was bad enough he had just surrendered his gun belt to some queer punk, but now his clothes! What would the guys down at the station think if they found out? "STRIP! NOW!" My loud shout caused Dean to jump. Clearly talking his way out of this was not going to work. This was one short skinny fag that was not to be trifled with. With a groan of resignation, Dean started by taking off his heavy size 11 black duty shoes, revealing white sweat socks. Then he unbuttoned his short sleeve blue shirt, pulled it out of his pants and took it off. This revealed his Kevlar flack jacket over his white cotton T-shirt with large, wet sweat stains in front and under each arm. He stopped momentarily and I quietly said, "keep going." Off came the Kevlar jacket, dropping on the floor. Again there was a pause in the strip show. "Get your ass out of those pants, now!" I commanded. Dean slowly reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. The tight pants were worked down over his butt and bulging basket, revealing his white Champion boxer briefs clinging to his thickly muscled ass and thighs. The boxers were unbuttoned and stretched a little open, allowing me tantalizing peeks at the equipment inside while my captive stud wiggled the pants down and lifted each leg to remove them. They joined the pile of clothing and equipment. Now down to his T-shirt and underwear, Dean paused there as if he was finished. Maybe he thought I just wanted the uniform. If so, this was wishful thinking on his part. I reached down and picked up the pants. I extracted Dean's wallet from his back pocket and flipped through it, noting a picture of some hot young woman, probably his latest conquest. Clipped to the front pocket was Dean's badge and inside the pocket was his police I.D. indicating he had been on the police force for 10 years. In fact, his anniversary was next week. I was going to give him a very special service award! This stud even took good I.D. pictures. There was his handsome face smiling up at me. I read aloud "’Dean Buttano - 5 feet 11 inches, 190 pounds [of solid muscle], black hair, brown eyes, age 32, no vision correction.’ It doesn't say here what a hot alpha male stud you are. They skipped your most important identifying feature." There were also a couple of condoms, credit cards and cash that were now my property along with the rest of the gear. I dropped the badge and I.D. on the mound of clothing. A nice pile of police uniform was forming in front of officer Buttano, but I was not nearly satisfied and wanted to see the rest of the show. After all, I had gone this far. "Now, I want you BUCK NAKED cop, by the time I count to ten! One. . . . Two . . . " With a quick glance at my gun, Dean rushed to pull his sweaty T-shirt off over his head and slide the boxer briefs down his waist. He hopped comically from one big foot to the other to get out of them fast. He got one of his big feet caught in the leg hole and actually tripped and fell over backwards on his well-muscled butt! After he was back on his feet and standing up the underwear dropped onto the pile of clothes. Looking at him standing there red-faced and vulnerable but defiant with hands laced behind his head, my cock leapt in my pants. There was my dream date wearing only a watch with a thick silver plated band, a pair of white socks and a full body blush - a mixture of fear, anger, shame and embarrassment. I took inventory of my fantasy man. As I suspected, Dean had a good coat of short semi-curly black chest hair that fanned out over his thick pec plates and narrowed into a thin line that dove down his long torso over his six-pack stomach to his bushy crotch. From the front, the curly black pubic hair continued a little down his stocky inner thighs and over his shorter than average legs - the hair was thick from knees to feet. With his arms up, Dean's dark hairy armpits and thick mountainous biceps were on display. His arms ended in bulging forearms covered in thick black hair. Obviously a serious body builder, he apparently felt that shaving his muscles to make their definition more visible was for fags. His uncut cock was a beauty - long and thick in the dense black crotch hair (a little shriveled from fear and embarrassment) and his low-hung hairy balls were the size of plump nectarines. These big jewels must have been the source of his macho courage. Dean's body was a little tanned this summer, more on his arms than elsewhere, but with his shorts off, you could see that his lily-white ass and crotch had never seen the light of day. "Wow, you sure don't disappoint, cop. I knew you'd have a hunky body but it's better than I expected. Yeah, you sure are some stud." "Hey c'mon what is this? Some kind of joke? Did the guys at the station put you up to this?" Dean squirmed as I admired his body. "You had your fun; now let me put my clothes back on and get out of here. You can keep my wallet." "No way, guy. All of your stuff belongs to me now and you're not going anywhere until I say so. I just want us to have a little fun before I let you go." I circled around Dean to get a good look at him from all sides. I was practically drooling! His naked body was even better than I expected. Dean had well-defined sculpted muscles on his V-shaped hairless back. The muscles ended in a narrow size 32 waist. His dimpled ass cheeks twitched as he shifted nervously from leg to leg, anxious about what would come next. "Oh man, you got a nice butt, Buttano." Thin black hair covered his lower back in a little tuft above his tightly clenched ass and then dove in a thick curly patch down into the as yet unexplored crack. Fuzzy black hair covered the inside and bottom of sculpted glutes. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat as he stood at attention in the steamy hot room. He continued to grumble excuses why he should be let go and that would be the end of this. But he knew I wasn't biting (at least not yet). I kicked his legs apart and ran my free hand over his body. Then I reached in between from behind to grab hold of his ample genitals by the base. I could barely get my hand around them and they felt heavy as I bounced the meaty cock and furry balls gently in the palm of my hand. Then I yanked them hard back between his legs to emphasize who was in charge now. "Ouch! Hey, watch it man!" Dean yowled as he hopped gingerly from foot to foot. I roughly kneaded and squeezed his hairy cock and balls while he grimaced in pain. "God, I bet this monster is 10 inches hard. Guess your girlfriend likes that. Nice big nuts too." Dean was too angered and shocked by this manhandling to respond. But I think he had by this point decided that he could make no move to protect himself while I held the gun. He opted to offer no physical resistance until an opportunity presented itself. He wasn't as dumb as I thought. I told Dean to walk over and lie on his back on the mattress. Holding the gun steady on his head, I secured the ankle and wrist manacles, pulling the chains taut to stretch his hot body in a large X. "Hey, dude, what are you chaining me up for? You got the gun." Dean continued his futile efforts to talk his way out. "You just get comfortable there and I'll be right back." I then put the gun down just tantalizingly out of Dean's reach and left the warehouse for a few minutes to move the squad car to a nearby junkyard where it would not be discovered until morning. On a slow Monday night, the police dispatcher would probably think Dean was just taking a nap or jerking off if he didn't call in regularly. It was just midnight and Dean's shift didn't end until 7 am. That would give me several hours alone with my new toy! To be continued . . .