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The light from the overhead lamp seemed to make the wide, yellow stripes going down the sides of the tight-fitting uniform pants almost glow. Jim’s ass was round, hard as a rock, and outlined in a very horny way for Wolf to glare at, standing over him, ready for attack. Wolf grabbed the knife, and having trouble finding any fabric the pants fit so tight, he did manage to get a little bit, lifted it up, and slipped the knife into it, creating a small tear right in the center of the ass cheeks. “Noooo,” Jim cried out, his voice muffled from the shirt gag that had been stuffed into his mouth. “Nooo,” he pleaded. Unfortunately for Jim, his moans and cries for mercy only seemed to heighten the experience for Wolf and they drove him forward with even more sexual abandon. Wolf stuck his right index finger into the tiny hole that he’d cut in the center of the part of the uniform covering the sheriff’s rock hard ass. He felt the heat of Jim’s asshole at the tip of his finger, and his cock jumped to even more determined attention in his tight, faded jeans. Pre-cum continued to drip from the tip of Wolf’s cock as the sight of the sheriff’s ass, ripe for the picking, was slowly revealed to his horny eyes. He took his left index finger, and stuck it into the hole, causing the hole to tear a bit, ripping, being shredded, slowly. The sound of the pants ripping seemed extra loud to the sheriff. “Noooo, stop!” Jim cried out, as he felt the probing fingers of the horny biker behind him penetrating his private ass area, and ripping his fucking uniform to get there. “Stooppppp!” he yelled. But, as before, his pleas, in their muffled state, only fell on deaf ears. The ropes cut into his wrists and ankles, and the more he squirmed the tighter the knots seemed to become. He was tied real well by this fucker, and not going anywhere. He didn’t know what was pissing him off more...the fact that he was bound up like a fucking prisoner, or that this asshole biker was ripping the hell out of his new uniform. And, all the while, his own cock got harder and harder, pressing feverishly against the hard oil barrel that he was stretched out across. Rip by rip, tear by tear, an inch at a time, Wolf slowly opened up a wider and wider hole, exposing the sheriff’s tight, round asshole. “Oh yeahhhh,” Wolf groaned, as the sight before him made his mouth water and his dick drip cum. “Oh yeahhhh,” he repeated. Wolf couldn’t wait any longer to take his prize, to conquer the sheriff’s butt. He opened the can of axle grease and stuck a couple of fingers into the can, grabbing up a bunch of the gooey substance. He started smearing it across the tight, round expanse of flesh that was the sheriff’s asshole. Jim jerked like crazy on top of the barrel, but it was useless. He wasn’t going anywhere. There was nothing he could do. Wolf started probing the outer surface of the asshole with his greased up fingers, pushing his appendages down into the crevice between Jim’s muscular ass cheeks. He heard the sheriff moaning and groaning, twitching about on the barrel beneath him, but he had tied and gagged him good. He was his for the taking now, and Wolf liked that...liked that a lot. Wolf slowly ripped open the uniform pants a bit further, making the circle over Jim’s asshole even wider, exposing more of the muscular flesh that was his backside, and his upper thighs. The sheriff’s legs were tan and hard, the ass white in its muscular orb, with the pink asshole the center bull’s eye that was Wolf’s present target. Wolf pulled out his fingers, and jammed them into the axle grease can again. He was a little too zealous and got too much of a gob. “Christ,” he said, and with that he began to wipe the excess grease on the sides of the tight fitting uniform pants. “Stop, you cocksucker, stop,” Jim screamed out, his words muffled by the shirt gag still wedged in the back of his throat. He felt the prick rubbing the grease on the sides of his legs, smearing it along the bright, yellow stripes that ran up and down the length of his pants. Wolf was getting off on it. He used the sheriff like a fucking hand towel, smearing the grease all over the uniform, doing it deliberately, as a show of who was the top here -- who was fucking in charge. Wolf was getting hotter than he thought he would. This sheriff, this garage, and the position he now had him bound up in, was driving Wolf out of his fucking mind. He wanted to cum, and cum bad. But first, he had to become “part” of the sheriff...to enter his inner sanctum, all the way inside, and not with just his dick. Wolf proceeded to whip out his dick with his left hand. Some of the grease smeared across his cockhead, mixing with the pre-cum dripping from the piss slit. His cock shook. He knew if he jerked it a couple of times he’d cum...but no, not yet...he’d wait...at least as long as he could. He stuck his right fist into the big can of axle grease, and then took his other hand and began to cover his fist, getting all of his fingers greased up, the top and underside of his palm, back of his hand, wrist, and then up his arm...all the way to his fucking elbow. He had to keep dipping his hands into the can to get enough grease to really grease his fist and arm up enough, and gobs of the stuff were falling down onto the sheriff’s backside and uniform. Wolf proceeded to rub the grease into the uniform all over again, smearing it against the once new and pressed trousers, the stripes bright yellow now fading from the grungy grease layered over them. Suddenly Jim felt three fingers, then four, then five sliding up into his asshole. He thought his ass was going to rip apart, but it didn’t. It hurt like hell, and still Wolf pressed forward. More and more of his hand poked and prodded its way inside of the bound up sheriff, deeper, further up inside of him with each thrust of Wolf’s powerful arm. Jim was losing all sense of reality at this point. He didn’t know if it took a few seconds or a couple of hours, but finally with a thrust, he felt the biker’s whole hand up inside of his tight, grease-filled asshole. When the wrist was forced up inside of him, a strange thing happened...Jim’s cock jumped to full attention pressing firmly against the barrel beneath him. Cum shot out of the tip of his dick. He thought he was going to cum right then and there. He’d never experienced anything like this...it was as if the hand inside of him now controlled his sex, could turn it off or on at will, could press some kind of a magic button and make him cum whenever it wanted to. And still...Wolf pushed on. As Wolf shoved his forearm up inside of the sheriff’s tight, ever expanding abyss, he began to stroke his own dick with his left hand. He had to be careful, because he knew he could cum real easily. Deeper and deeper he shoved his arm, very slowly, very carefully, as the sheriff squirmed and groaned beneath him, sounds of his pleading to stop, or whatever he was yelling, were only muffled passings off in some unrecognizable audio wasteland. The feeling of power and control consumed Wolf. He now had his arm up inside of the sheriff further than he’d ever gone inside of anyone before...he was almost up to his fucking elbow. He began to squeeze grease into his cockhead now, massaging it with his left hand, as he fist fucked the captive sheriff. Wolf knew he could cum at any second, but he wanted to make the sheriff cum at the same time. He began an in-and-out fist fucking motion with his arm and fist inside of the sheriff’s ass cavity. When that began to happen, Jim felt the burning in his balls, and the explosion began to take place. He couldn’t believe that without even touching his own cock, he knew that he was going to cum....it was as if this crazed biker was going to shove the fucking cum right out of his dick with his fist. Again, Jim had lost all sense of time. He didn’t know if he had been fist fucked all afternoon or just for a few minutes. It felt like Wolf had become part of him, had crawled up inside of him and moved in...an inner organ now. “Let it go, Sheriff, let it go!” Wolf demanded, as he increased the in-and-out tempo of his plunging fist. “Yeah, fucker, let it go!” The sheriff didn’t need instruction or encouragement at that point. He couldn’t have stopped his cum-blasting orgasm if his life depended on it. The cum boiled up from his balls, shot up through the sides of his cock shaft, and blasted out the tip of his cock head. The gooey expanse of cum spewed into the front of his tight uniform trousers, soaking them with hot jism. The second he began to cum, Wolf squeezed a couple of times quick on his own dick, and felt his knees begin to buckle underneath him as the cum shot out of his huge, extra long cock. It spewed all over the barrel and the back of the legs of the trousers of the sheriff’s uniform. Both men growled like fucking animals, as the fist-fucking pushed the cum out of the sheriff’s throbbing cock, and Wolf emptied his white, gooey jism out of the tip of his cock head. The orgasm seemed to go on for a long fucking time...for both men. More and more cum shot out of the sheriff’s dick, soaking the front of his trousers, as Wolf came and came again, his left hand jerking his cock like a fucking animal, as his right arm, up to his elbow, fist-fucking the living shit out of his captive sheriff beneath him. Wolf and the sheriff both gasped for breath as the last few drops of gooey jism spewed from their piss slits. Jim was moaning and groaning and thrashing about on the barrel, experiencing a sensation he’d never thought possible. He’d never cum in his life like this...in fact, he never thought cumming like this was something a human being could do. Wolf slowly began to pull his fist and forearm out of the sheriff’s plowed butt. He took his time, moving very slowly, carefully, easily, an inch at a time, until with a groan, from both men simultaneously, the wrist spewed out of the asshole, axle grease dribbling down the back of the sheriff’s ass cheeks and splashing onto the cement of the garage floor. Wolf grabbed a towel off the bench, and began wiping off his dick, and then his arm and wrist. With the attention of a lover, he then proceeded to carefully wipe all the cum off the sheriff’s ass cheeks and upper thighs. Wolf reached around and yanked the gag out of the sheriff’s mouth. “You okay, man?” Wolf asked. This caught Jim by surprise. “Ahh, yeah, I guess so,” Jim said, his eyes still rolled into the back of his handsome head after experiencing an orgasm the likes of which he’d never thought possible before. “Good...Ya know, sheriff, I was just planning on passing through your little town...but now, well, I might just stick around for a while!” With that, Wolf raised his arm, the one that was up inside of the sheriff for the savage fist-fuck, and slapped down hard with his open palm on Jim’s rock-hard ass cheeks. It stung, but Jim couldn’t deny he liked it. What was happening to him? What was this guy doing? Why did he feel like he somehow belonged to this fucker now...and most important, why on earth couldn’t he stop wondering when in hell Wolf was going to make him cum again the way he just had. That, more than anything else right now, seemed to be all that mattered. Not just a usual Saturday afternoon in this one-horse town, that was for fucking sure, the sheriff thought, as he closed his eyes and the last few drops of jism spewed out of the tip of his cock and mixed with the puddle in the front of his once clean and pressed uniform.