Straight Cops Enslaved

-Straight white cop is lured into a high speed chase that ends with bound, teased and utterly broken. And he's not the first of Michael's victim on the Force.-

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Officer James Thompson’s police cruiser was parked on the outskirts of the uneventful town he had patrolled for the better part of 15 years. Nothing exciting ever happened in Freehold, NJ and nothing exciting had even seemed like it might happen in that entire time.

Except for what had happened over the course of the past two weeks.

That was why Thompson’s cruiser was parked so far away from where any townsfolk might see it. That’s why it was visibly rocking back and forth. That was why he was in the back seat of his cruiser, sweating profusely as he worked his ass up and down close to a foot of the biggest cock he’d ever seen. That was why he so desperately needed to make it cum, not just so he could return to the station house without raising suspicions as to his whereabouts. But mainly because he now lived to please it and the unstoppable force of nature that had broken him so irrevocably.

Michael.

For close to an hour, Officer Thompson had exerted every last ounce of energy into becoming the cocksleeve that Michael had trained him to be. His legs were watery. There was a stitch in his side and he was gasping for breath. But every time he thought he was getting close…

It would happen again.

Michael didn’t really move. He would just … flex his dick inside of Thompson’s ass. On every downstroke. With perfect timing. And it would hit his prostate in rhythm to his bounces and …

Oh, god.

Not again.

Thompson sprayed his 5th nut of the night against the back of the driver’s seat.

“Guh…. guh…. Sorry, Michael.”

“Don’t say sorry with your mouth, faggot! Say it with your pussy.”

Smack!

With Michael’s red handprint on his ass, Thompson shrieked like a little girl and started bouncing again.

He had to make Michael cum so he could get back to the station house.

To his family.

But mostly he just had to make Michael cum because that’s what Michael wanted.

And Michael always got what he wanted.

How did this happen? How could Freehold’s toughest cop be turned into a simpering cumrag for a 19 year old punk kid in under two weeks?

Though, Thompson had lived through the experiences he was now vividly recalling as Michael pulled back hard on his hair and he ground his ass against his torturer’s lap, he still could not help but wonder if it was some kind of horrible nightmare.

That he never wanted to wake from ….

……………

Two Weeks Earlier

Thompson slouched in the passenger’s side of car 19 on the southbound side of route 34, a cup of rapidly cooling coffee in one hand and a new department standard radar speed gun in the other. He hoped that some impatient alpha male would do 80 in a 45 and give him something to do for the next 30 minutes.

No such luck. Just another boring ass night shift keeping the peace. No robberies. No assaults. Not even a noise complaint. It’s like everyone in this town of 35,000 people were always on their best behavior all the time just to drive him up the wall and make his 10 hour shift seem more like 10 days.

“Dear God. Please make something happen in this podunk town so I remember why I joined the force in the first place.” he beseeched the almighty for the fiftieth time that year. With no luck.

He realized that he would probably sell his soul to have something completely upend the monotonous routine of his predictable suburban life.

Sometimes you wish for things that you later come to regret.

Suddenly, a jet black Dodge Challenger flew past him heading south towards the more sparsely populated end of town.

The LIDAR gun kicked out a max speed of 105 mph.

Yes! 60 over the speed limit would trigger an automatic felony charge of public endangerment. Something on his service record beyond “drunk-and-disorderly”s and breaking up the occasional fight between neighbors over the state of the other’s lawn maintenance.

He turned the key on his souped-up police interceptor, called into dispatch that he was in pursuit of the muscle car. Strangely, the man on dispatch, Joon Li, didn’t respond with the usual statement of other units who would support his pursuit and apprehension.

“Uh, sorry, car 19. We have units responding to multiple 119-7’s so you’ll have to wait a bit on support”, the normally smoothly efficient Li said in a much more hesitant tone.

“Got it!” He replied confidently. He was a highly trained law enforcement officer and there wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

“Good luck.” Li replied in that same diffident way that was so unlike how he normally came over the radio.

By now, Thompson was doing 120 in pursuit of the Challenger, barreling down the highway meant for much lower speeds. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered hearing a bunch of civilian complaints about how these kinds of pursuits were unnecessary and often a greater danger to the public than the criminals they were pursuing.

“Libtard pussies!”, he thought.

He felt a rush of adrenaline as he spotted the Challenger’s taillights appear in the distance. Oddly, enough, the LIDAR gun displayed its new speed as only 40 mph, 5 under the speed limit.

Maybe this asshole had spotted the cruiser and done what every dipshit member of the public did when they saw a cop car after they’d been speeding and slowed down a lot, like that was gonna change anything.

He turned on his lights and the Challenger slowed down even more but did not pull over immediately. Instead, it pulled into the entrance of the newest suburban neighborhood, still under construction. Completely deserted with multiple backhoes, and cement mixers at multiple locations throughout.

The Challenger pulled to a stop under one of the neighborhood’s newly installed street lamps and was seemingly turned off, the taillights dimming out.

“Car 19 to dispatch, pursuit ended. Approaching the Challenger, now. Will radio again after arrest.”

“Good luck”, again, Li sounded like an entirely different person. Like Thompson was on the most dangerous assignment of his whole life instead of a slightly thrilling high speed pursuit.

Ignoring that nagging feeling of something being off, Thompson stepped out of his vehicle with his gun drawn and rapidly approached the vehicle’s driver’s side window. Procedure called for him to have his service weapon unsecured in its holster and his hand just on it, not drawn, but he thought, “Fuck it, let’s make this more exciting.”

If only he’d known.

The window was down so he could see the perp clearly. Young (probably no more than 20), tall, handsome in a smug way, wearing dark clothing.

“Is there a problem, officer?” he said in a deep, and, for a man with a gun pointed at his head, surprisingly nonchalant voice.

“Out of the car, motherfucker!”, Thompson pulled the driver’s side door open and grabbed the driver’s shirt, pulling him out. The punk kid was getting out at the same time but even so Thompson ripped his t-shirt at the neck a little and slammed him against the side of his car.

“You’re under arrest for reckless endangerment, you have the right to remain silent …..” Thompson read him the rights that he’d been told pieces of shit like this guy all had but had never really believed in. Whatever. Just dotting all the i’s and crossing all the t’s so this arrest passed the smell test in court and he got a substantive conviction in his jacket.

Thompson handcuffed the speeder behind the young man’s back, holstered his weapon and began patting the perp down for weapons and any other contraband.

While frisking his right leg, Thompson felt what he first took to be a small baton or sawed off shotgun. Long and thick and as hard as steel, it took him a few seconds to realize that he’d been gripping the punk’s dick.

The scumbag chuckled to himself.

“Ugh, fucking faggot!”, Thompson thought to himself.

He shoved the young man hard against the side of his car. “You think that’s funny, queer. I’ll shove my baton so far up your ass you’ll be begging for your boyfriend to save you.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. Just bitches. And I’m always on the hunt for one more.”, the guy said in response, completely unruffled.

With that, the driver raised his right foot onto the side of the car and kicked back with a shocking burst of strength and speed, knocking into Thompson at the same time. The cop’s head snapped back as his nose was broken.

They both fell backwards onto the road but while Officer Thompson was flat on his back, eyes watery and head spinning, the speeder was already scrambling off to get behind him.

The young man pulled his handcuffed wrists under him and pulled his legs through the loop of his arms so that his hands were in front of him now.

He moved behind Thompson, looped the link of the handcuffs around the officer’s neck and began choking him out.

“Don’t worry, little piggie. I’m just gonna to make you squeal a little. Well, maybe more than a little….” his voice fading as I lost consciousness.

……Thompson awoke some time later, his head pounding. He realized that they were still in the same location. The perp was standing over him completely naked, stroking a mammoth dick. He also realized that he was also naked on the ground, his hands zip-tied behind him.

“Oh, no!”, panic kicked in.

“Lisssten man, just let me go. This du-du-doesn’t have to get any worse fo-fo for you.”

“Worse? It’s about to get so much BETTER for both of us, Officer…” the young man was looking through the wallet he’d left on the cruiser’s dashboard, “Thompson.”

“Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking queer!”

“I’m not a queer, Officer Thompson. And neither are the bitches that suck my dick and bounce on it…. Not when I first meet them, anyway.”

“I’m Michael, by the way.” he began slowly stroking his dick while he towered over the recently domineering cop. “And this is your new best friend.”

As Michael did this, Thompson noticed a sudden warmth suffusing his body. The streetlights became fuzzy in his vision and he started feeling really good.

“Ah, looks like it’s kicking in. That’s good. Normally, I like to take my time. Slip into your life and slowly destroy you with my gifts but … sometimes you gotta speed things up a little.”

That good feeling inside of Officer Thompson kept growing..

“You’d be surprised what time and the right pressure can do to a man. Take somebody like your dispatcher, Mr Li.”, Michael rolled him over onto his back and sat down on his chest, the pressure making it harder to breathe.

Michael wasn’t heavily muscled but his height and the muscles he did have were nothing to sniff at.

He placed a laptop on the ground to Thompson’s right and hit play.

A pov shot swung around what I recognized to be Li’s living room (Li had had Thompson and his wife, Linda, over with the kids only a month ago for a little get together). In the middle of the living room where the coffee table usually was, Li sat naked on his heels, slowly stroking a throbbing erection, blindfolded. The camera panned down to reveal Michael’s cock bobbing up and down as he walked.

“Stop that, slut! You know that my cock is the only one you take care of now.”

Smack! Michael’s hand shot across the screen striking Li so hard in the face that he fell over. Whimpering he rose up and began to blindly feel for Michael with his hands, a trickle of blood ran from his bottom lip. Once his hands touched Michael’s hip he oriented himself dead center in the camera’s frame, and began kissing the sides of Michael’s intimidating appendage.

Sniff “I’m so sorry, sir” his tongue darted out and licked the right side of Michael’s cock for a moment before he resumed making out with it “I was bad. Please punish me.” The plaintiff tone of his voice was even crazier than him orally pleasuring another man’s dick. Despite his position in dispatch, Li was a certified badass who would grapple with the cops in the precinct’s gym and often submitted them with some devious joint lock or guillotine. The meekness of his words combined with the utterly insane depravity of his actions were mind boggling.

Michael moved up on Thompson’s chest so that his cock was now hovering millimeters above the cop’s face.

Thompson kept it turned towards the laptop.

“Joon held out longer than I’d thought. I worked for 3 weeks on a lawn maintenance crew, the owner and I got really close when I worked for him in high school, I mean, I worked on him until he started working on me, but he still felt like he needed to repay me so, instant access to police dispatch.”

“All I had to do was chat him up a bit. Have a few beers with him after the job was done. Offer him a joint one time, get him horned up with some discussions of my conquests and BAM, on his knees and on my dick.”

“It took a couple hours.” Stroking his cock above me while Li slobbered over it in the video.

“But he broke.”

Michael pulled the blindfold off as Li latched onto the tip of his dick, his eyes staring into the camera, haunted, as he began to take it into his throat.

“Like you all do.”

Li’s lips were now gliding over Michael’s 11-and-a-half inches at a superhuman pace.

How he could fit all that in his mouth and throat was beyond the stunned patrolman. He suddenly noticed that his dick was hard.

“So”, Michael’s voice came through the laptop, “have you thought about what I said. Which cop will you help me take first?”

Joon pulled himself off of Michael’s cock for a moment, “Um, Michael, I can’t….”

SLAP!

Michael’s palm knocked Li off his feet again. Blood trickled from his nose and his eyes were glassy and unfocused. Michael pulled him to his knees by his hair with one hand and started stroking his cock with the other. He must have had some kind of hands-free camera mount to capture Li’s debasement.

“You never want to tell me, no, cumslut! Or I might deprive you of your fix.” Michael’s hand glided over his mammoth cock as he almost pulled Li off his knees by his hair, a pained look on the dispatcher’s face. Pain from being manhandled, obviously, but also pain from being held back from Michael’s dick. Li’s mouth was open, less than an inch from the tip of it, and his tongue was darting out trying to make contact. Michael cruelly kept it out of reach.

“Please… feed me” Li mewled like a bitch in heat.

“Who? Who will you give to me knowing I’m gonna wreck their holes AND their lives?”

Li struggled to reach Michael’s erection and to stay loyal to the officers who had placed their trust in him. He held out for three seconds.

“Thompson…. and Jensen …. and Richards… any of them….. all of them…”

“Good bitch. You deserve a treat, now, don’t you?”

“YES!!!!!”

“Beg for it.”

“Please. I’ve been so good, haven’t I? Pleeeassssseeeeeee.”

“Oh, alright.” Michael sounding like an indulgent father unloaded on Li’s face. About a dozen volleys of cum plastered his face, his chest, his crotch and his legs.

Michael wasn’t finished.

He rested his cock on the top of Li’s head and kept stroking, his inhuman cumshot continuing to shoot his semen all over the carpet behind the once proud police dispatcher.

“Uh oh, bitch. I spilled some of your treat on the rug. You know what to do.”

Li spun around and began lapping up the spunk that had pooled on the carpet behind him, ass waving in the air.

No, he wasn’t offering himself, was he. Despite what had preceded it, Thompson was shocked when Michael’s cock lined up perfectly with Li’s asshole and began disappearing into it.

“Yes! Oh, god, yes!”

“You see how obedient bitches get rewarded, Officer Thompson. And doesn’t he look so happy?”

Michael was now roughly fucking Li in the video, grabbing him by the neck to pull his face upward. The bliss on Li’s face was horrifying. Michael could be heard clearing his throat in the laptop’s audio before he spit several times in Li’s face as the fucking intensified. Li’s eyes lost focus and drool leaked from the corners of his mouth.

“I’m …. gonna…. cum….”

“Go ahead, cocksleeve, we’ve got all weekend.”

Michael proceeded to fuck the cum out of Li.

Whatever Thompson had been dosed with after Michael choked him out was hitting him harder than ever. His head kept turning from the video to the monster cock resting on his face. He felt good and his dick was fully erect at 5 inches. Michael’s cock filled up the screen as it furiously plunged in and out of Li’s ass and towered over him.

Michael now leisurely stroking himself above Thompson looks behind himself and notices the cop’s hard-on.

“Hey, looks like the chemical encouragement is working. Is your excuse for a dick hard, Officer Thompson?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why?”

“drugs… making me hard”

“Have you ever heard of a drug that can make a straight man queer for another man’s cock?”

Thompson stared cross-eyed at Michael’s hand pumping his perfect column of meat, his own dick had begun leaking pre-cum.

“uh… no…”

“What’s that?”

Thompson’s head turned to the screen now, transfixed.

As Michael, fucking Li doggystyle, suddenly lunges forward, grabs Li’s wrists and violently pulls them back. Li falls face forward into the pool of cum that Michael’s complete domination of him has wrung out of his balls in the last 10 minutes. He knows what to do. He opens his mouth and guzzles his own cum like a man dying of thirst.

Michael reached down and grips Thompson’s head, positioning it so that his cock is now resting on Thompson’s lips.

“What’s that, again bitch? Can any drug make you queer for cock? Like you are right now?”

“No!” Thompson shouts, his lips brushing against the underside of Michael’s erection. The video, the drugs, Michael’s words and the sight and scent of his alpha male cock overwhelm Thompson’s senses. The second his lips make contact with the soft skin and granite hardness of Michael’s cock, Thompson’s dick begins spurting all over the small of Michael’s back and his own stomach.

“Oh, god! Fuckkk!” Thompson cried out.

Michael threw back his head and laughed uproariously, “I knew it! I knew cops would break easier than my other victims” staring downward as he mashed Thompson’s face against his rigid length. He ground it back and forth, taking up Thompson’s entire field of vision.

“You get off on pushing people around, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Thompson didn’t hesitate in his response.

“Me, too! Beating the shit out of people and getting away with it?”

“Yes!”

“Me, too!” Michael gripped the underside of Thompson’s head, lifting it up a few inches off the asphalt, holding it up for a couple seconds, Thompson’s mouth open, his lips moving a little bit along its length. Michael let go and Thompson’s head falls back and hits the road surface hard. His head is spinning even more.

Michael grabs Thompson’s head again and positions it under his manhood.

“When was the last time you said the N-word with your fellow pigs, bitch?”

Thompson head pounded, his dick harder than before, “This morning” he admitted.

He was in the locker room with Jensen, Richards, Atkins, and Erikson. They had waited until the only black officer on shift that morning, Officer Lindsay, was almost out of the room and out of earshot before making a racist joke. Almost out of earshot. They had laughed more from knowing how enraged and humiliated he must have been than from the joke itself.

“Tsk, tsk. That can’t be good for the morale of Officers Lindsay and Amerson” somehow Michael knew the names of the only two black cops in the unit. Well, not somehow.

In the video, Li was babbling his gratitude as Michael power-fucked him missionary style, his ankles pushed back near his ears, Michael’s hand at his throat. Hard to believe that this whimpering cumslut was capable of keeping any details secret from the man who had enslaved him.

“Stick your tongue out, bitch!” Thompson mentally hesitated but his tongue seemed to act of its own accord and came all the way out, flattening against the two-inch width of Michael’s cock. Someone had just moaned, it took Thompson a second to realize it had been himself.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” Michael was slowly moving his cock back and forth against Thompson’s tongue, “How about I bring all of you closer together? Give me a month and I’ll have all of you, black and white, young and old, working together on something… HUGE!” Michael paused and lifted up his gigantic cock so that Thompson got a good look at its sheer size.

“Would you like that, Officer Thompson? You, Jensen, Lindsay, Richards, Amerson, Atkins, the whole precinct, ENTHUSIASTICALLY working towards the same goal for the same reward?”

Thompson’s head cleared for a moment, “Wait” he thought to himself, “There are 30 police officers in the precinct. He can’t possibly think that that we’d all…” his thoughts trailed off as Michael’s cock stopped being dragged back and forth along his tongue.

“Do you think they’ll resist?”

“yesh”

“Like you’re doing, right now?”

“yess”

Thompson’s mouth was still open. His tongue still pressed flat against Michael’s dick. He hadn’t technically been licking it before. That Michael had moved it back and forth against his tongue. It was some small consolation to him.

Li’s moans and squeals provided the soundtrack to the temptation of Officer Thompson.

“Maybe if you can resist, there’s hope that others could, too.”

Michael began flexing his dick so that it bounced off of Thompson’s tongue and back onto it.

“Do you have…” bounce up ….

“any idea…” bounce down

“... just how many” …. bounce up

“straight men....” bounce down….

“have thought that?” bounce up…

Thompson’s neck moved before he realized he was doing it and he moved his tongue to make contact with Michael’s cock as it departed.

“Huh, usually that happens on the second bounce. Good for you, bitch! I might have to work a little harder to break you. Just a little. Now, lick me, slut!”

Michael stopped doing anything as Thompson began moving his head as much as possible, licking from the base of his shaft to as close to the tip as he could. Michael’s cock had begun to leak pre-cum that dripped down the underside and Thompson began getting his first taste of it.

It was delicious.

“Oooooh, this is my favorite part.” Thompson had forgotten the video but now Michael twisted his head to look at it again. Now, Michael’s cock rested against his cheek. Thompson’s tongue reached out for it to no avail and he groaned in disappointment.

Michael and Li had moved to the couch. Li lovingly nuzzled and sucked on his balls while Michael casually checked his texts on this phone. He had 53 new ones. Many with names like Slave History Teacher (Chris), Slave Friend #18 (Ken), Slave Roommate #34 (Richie). Li popped up and began pumping Michael’s cock with both hands while his tongue flicked back and forth along the underside of the tip.

Suddenly, Michael grabbed the sides of Li’s head, aimed his cock at his mouth and pulled him all the way down to his pubes. Li’s eyes and throat bulged. He hadn’t had a chance to take in a deep breath before Michael deepthroated him. Li writhed and his arms flailed as he slowly suffocated on Michael’s dick. He started weakly beating his hands on Michael’s thighs.

Michael held him in place for 30 seconds.

Then he pulled Li’s mouth off his cock for a brief moment, Li gasped in one breath, before Michael plunged him down again.

This time he throated Li for 45 seconds.

Again, yanked off Michael’s monster, one desperate breath, before his throat was penetrated again.

This time for over a minute.

Each time, Li’s resistance seemed to grow less and less and his eyes glazed over more and more.

“It’s a shame you bitches need air.”

The camera angle changed as Michael, Li’s face still mashed into his crotch, peered under him to see Li’s dick begin to spasm, more cum dribbling out.

Michael let go and Li pulled himself off of his dick, took one deep breath, before right back in.

“What do you say, slut?”

“Thank you, sir”

“Good slut. Feeding time.” and Li latched onto the tip of Michael’s dick like a lamprey eel. The footlong bitchtaker visibly pulsed as Michael came like a volcano. Li tried valiantly to swallow it all but no man could (although, oh so many had tried) and cum squirted out of his mouth all over Michael’s dick.

“BITCH!” Michael’s backhand sent Li flying backward and blackened his eye. Michael leapt from the couch and dragged Li’s limp body back up so he was seated at the foot of it again with his bloodied mouth open on the base of his cock.

“You spilled something, slut.”

Even barely conscious, Li’s mouth opened and he began to drink the semen which had overflowed from his mouth moments before.

“yeshh, mashhter.”

“That’s right, slave. Now, you know what you were destined to be.”

Thompson witnessed this abject humiliation of his good friend with fear and a growing bit of jealousy. Had he ever cum as hard with his wife or his side piece as Li had when gagging on Michael’s dick or being fucked by it? No. Not even close.

In the video, Michael pulled Li’s head up the length of his cock, while he tried to drink as much of Michael’s seed as possible. He kept lifting as he stood up and brought Li to his very wobbly feet. In a blur of movement, Michael dropped down and hooked his arms behind Li’s knees, deadlifting the man off his feet as his arms snaked behind the small of Li’s back.

Li’s arms hooked around Michael’s neck. He was well trained. He knew what was coming. Michael’s camera panned down to capture his dick aimed squarely at Li’s asshole. Michael lifted Li higher and paused, ready to impale the helpless bitch all at once on his meat. Michael dropped him down and ….

Michael hit the space bar to pause the action just he was about to begin power fucking Li midair. “Don’t want to give away too much of what you have to look forward to.”

Thompson continued to move his tongue energetically along as much of the bottom of Michael’s cock as he could reach. “Too much?” he thought, “How much more could Michael possibly do to a man?”

He would learn how foolish that question truly was in the coming days, weeks and months. There were no limits to the inventiveness of Michael’s sadism. Only his victims had limits and he lived to break through them all.

“Don’t you want to be as happy as Li was, slut?”

“Yeshth” Thompson’s tongue darted this way and that.

“I think it’s time my cock made its way into one of its new homes, don’t you?”

“pleashth”

“Good faggot.” Michael slid back until he was resting on Thompson’s stomach, pushing the air out of the cop’s lungs. When Thompson gasped to get his breath back, Michael thrust forward, burying about 5 inches of monster cock in Thompson’s mouth. The doorknob-sized head of Michael’s cock perched at the entrance of Thompson’s throat.

“Blow me, Officer Cockslut.”

Thompson, who just last month had loudly expressed disgust at a pro-lgbt event at his son’s middle school, began to suck Michael’s cock in a frenzy of movement and moaning.

“Do you want a treat like I gave to Li?”

Somehow, Thompson redoubled his efforts, trying to earn the treat that Li had swallowed and been showered in in the video.

“It’s gonna take a little more than what your friend did to earn that treat. I get bored when my sluts don’t offer me something new… Oh, I know.”

Michael pulled his dick out of Thompson’s eager mouth. Thompson’s mouth moved to follow it like Li’s did.

“Cover your teeth with your lips, whore.”

Thompson complied, not knowing where this was going but more than willing to obey. Michael placed his cock back in his mouth and leaned back a little so that the 6 inches inside tried to pop up and out of it again.

“Keep blowing me and don’t you dare let those teeth slip out from behind those lips.”

Confused, Thompson began gliding back and forth along about half of Michael’s dick. It was harder to please him with his lips like that but he was learning not to question.

“Oh, man. This is gonna be fun.”

Michael flexed his cock and Thompson’s head rose two inches off the payment. When he relaxed Thompson’s head fell back, cracking against the hard surface and his gum-covered teeth clamped down hard on Michael’s dick.

Pain flared and spots moved across his vision.

Michael flexed, this time lifting Thompson’s head three inches off the asphalt before dropping him down harder. Bam! Blood started to pool underneath his head. He kept sucking through the pain and as he tried to maintain consciousness.

Once more, Michael flexed, lifting Thompson’s head 5 inches off the ground. Thompson whimpered and tried to beg with Michael’s cock stretching his lips wide.

“pleashhh…. Nuh!”

Michael laughed and relaxed his cock. Thompson’s head actually bounced off the pavement and he lost consciousness. As he faded out he moved his tongue along the head of the cock that had knocked him out, trying to please it as the world fell away.

……………

Thompson awoke with a start, face down with his arms still zip-tied behind him. A powerful chemical stench filling and burning his nostrils. He felt what he assumed to be his uniform piled atop his head. That must have stopped the bleeding.

“Wakey, wakey, bitch. I’m going to use your mouth to cum, now. Any objections?”

Michael squatted on his knees. His dick pointed at Thompson’s mouth. The smelling salts or whatever he’d just used had snapped Thompson back to a little bit of lucidity and he realized what he’d been doing before Michael had brutalized him. Some small vestige of the man he once thought he was rose up in protest. Thompson opened his mouth to say something and Michael stuck his cock in as far as it could go.

He angled Thompson’s head so that he was staring up at Michael’s phone pointing straight down.

Michael began thrusting in and out.

“Tighten up that pussy, bitch!” Michael screamed while triggering Thompson’s taser and bringing it down hard into the small of Thompson’s back.

Thompson flailed and tried to scream. Michael took this opportunity to invade his throat for the first time. Only an inch but that’s how it always was at the beginning.

Thompson began to cry as his nostrils flared trying to suck in the oxygen that his throat couldn’t.

Michael continued fucking his face but started to caress Thompson’s cheek like he was petting a dog. Which was ironic because Michael treated dogs way better than even his most well behaved victims.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay. None of you bitches know what you’re doing, at first. But I keep training you because I care.”

Michael’s deeds betrayed his words as he used Thompson’s like a pocket pussy for his own pleasure.

Over the next 30 minutes, Thompson’s face was fucked. Every time Michael’s cock was at a certain depth in his throat for more than 5 minutes he would tase Thompson to him open more. Thompson’s back was covered in red electrical burns. The crying never stopped. For some reason, Thompson’s dick was rock hard.

At the end of the thirty minutes, Thompson was a total deep-throat slut for Michael and they both couldn’t be happier.

The pace picked up. It was obvious that Michael wanted to cum. Thompson was so turned on staring up at Michael’s abs and pecs and beautiful face framed by curly black hair that he could feel his own orgasm building up inside him faster than Michael’s was.

“Oh, I know that look. Did you ever think you’d cum from sucking another man’s, Officer Thompson?”

Absurdly, Thompson tried to shake his head back and forth. As if the steel column he was pleasuring would let him.

“Cum for me, Officer Faggot!”

“Urmmm, urmmmm, fuf!!!!!”

Thompson’s body spasmed harder from his own orgasm, firing against the pavement beneath him than it had from the repeated taserings.

“You’re mine now, slut. Get ready to be marked as my property.”

Michael pulled out and refrained from jerking off. For a second, as Thompson stared at the opening of his dick, he thought that Michael wasn’t going to cum. Then, he saw it open up and the first volley hit him directly in his left eye. Stinging pain made him cry out. Michael put his hand on the right side of Thompson’s face, spreading his fingers so that his right eye opened and directed his second cumshot into that eye.

Thompson couldn’t see anything, his eyes watering to try and wash away the semen.

“Keep that mouth open.”

Thompson dutifully opened his mouth. And volley after volley of Michael’s load hit his tongue, blasting the entrance to his throat. His mouth soon filled to the brim. Some instinctive urge to please Michael more kicked in and he prepared to swallow it all when…

“Don’t swallow.”

Thompson froze.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Thompson obeyed as Michael slowly pushed his cock into it. His mouth could accommodate Michael’s cock or his cum but not both so the cum began to leak out, some dripping onto the pavement but most dripping down Michael’s manhood.

“That’s right. Get it nice and lubed up. You know where it’s going next, don’t you?”

Panic set in. Michael was going to fuck his ass next. He couldn’t still call himself a man after that, could he? He started to think to himself that he wasn’t some faggot but the ridiculousness of that statement, after what he’d been doing for the past two hours, stopped him from finishing it.

His eyes stung less and he found he could open them a little as Michael stood up and grabbed him by his zip-tied wrists. Michael effortlessly dragged him backwards to his cruiser and lifted him up until he was standing face to cum-covered face with him for a moment.

“Don’t you look like a two-dollar whore?”

Thompson dropped his head in shame.

Michael chuckled cruelly to himself and threw Thompson onto the hood of his car.

“Please don’t do this!” he pleaded.

“Do what?” Michael said in an innocent sounding voice, even as he gently placed the head of his dick at Thompson’s asshole.

“Please don’t fuck me.”

“I do so much for you and this is the gratitude I get. I’m hurt. I really am.” Michael’s voice sounded hurt but he pushed his dick forward a little more into Thompson’s asshole.

“Oh, god! It’s so big.”

“I know, right?!” another thrust forward. “Tell you what, if you’re not eagerly bouncing on my cock like the little fuckslut I know you are in the next thirty minutes, I’ll cut the zip-tie and get into the back of your cruiser. And I won’t ever tell a soul what happened here.”

Michael pulled out another phone and started a digital countdown for 30 minutes.

“Okay.”

“Great. Let’s shake on it.” Michael grasped both of Thompson’s zip-tied hands in his and shook them for a few seconds… before gripping them tight and pulling Thompson’s ass back onto his cock with them.

“JESUS FUCK!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I could’ve fucked him, too, if I had the chance.”

Michael stayed buried like that for about a minute before he started to pull in and out and properly fuck the battered and bruised police officer.

At first, Thompson’s grunts and “oh, fucks” were the only things that came out of his mouth. But as seconds turned to minutes and Michael masterfully hit the magic spot in Thompson’s ass, grunts turned into moans and exclamations of pain turned into begging to get fucked.

This whole time, Michael had been doing all the work, watching in delight, as the only tool he needed to get any man on his knees, disappeared into the cop’s ass.

At around the 25 minute mark, with 5 minutes to go until he was free, Michael stopped fucking Thompson.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Thompson had been moaning until he noticed that the wonderful feelings in his ass had ceased. At first, he thought he had done something wrong. But he could see Michael grinning ear to ear behind in the cruiser’s windshield. Absentmindedly, he remembered that the cruiser had a dashboard cam, consoling himself with the fact that he could just erase the video evidence of his defilement like he had erased all the times it had captured him using excessive force.

Michael waited, cock barely inside his ass.

Thompson knew what he was doing.

Michael wanted him to take over and start bouncing on his cock so he won their little contest. Well, he could hold out five minutes, no problem.

He did miss getting fucked, though.

And the feeling of Michael’s cock in his ass, but just barely, was making him squirm.

He backed his ass back onto another inch of Michael’s ass before he realized it. He moved forward an inch, trying to take it back but that felt so good that he instinctively thrust back another three inches.

Three minutes left and almost a third of Michael’s cock in him.

He wanted more.

But he could hold out for another three minutes. He stayed motionless.

For 10 seconds.

Thompson moaned and squirmed and pulled himself off of Michael’s dick only to fall back even further this time.

“Two minutes, bitch. Maybe you’ll be able to hold out. You’d be the first to do so, though.”

“Every straight guy I’ve ever met thought they could hold out.”

Thompson wasn’t so much squirming now as he was rotating his ass around Michael’s cock, trying to pleasure himself without bouncing on it.

“Friends, classmates, teachers…. one minute left, slut…

“Teammates, coaches, my cousins…

Visions of dozens of men getting fucked by Michael and absolutely loving every second of it flooded Thompson’s mind. He mewled “oh, god save me” and dropped back until 9 inches of Michael’s cock were buried inside of him.

“My brothers and my dad… on my 19th birthday... 30 seconds, cunt.”

Thompson moved forward and Michael’s cock dragged along his prostate for what seemed like hours. His dick had never been harder.

“They all submitted. You never had a chance.”

The feelings and images of Michael forcing other men to satisfy his perversions were too much. “Oh, Fuck!”, Thompson groaned in total surrender and began bouncing back and forth on Michael’s magnificent dick like every other man Michael had victimized over the years.

There were 3 more seconds on the timer when Thompson broke completely. Michael never had a moment’s doubt. He grabbed Thompson by the hair and lifted him off the hood.

“Smile for the dashboard cam, bitch!” Michael screamed in triumph as he railed Thompson’s ass. He lifted him higher so the dashboard cam could see how hard he was from getting fucked even as Michael’s own camera documented the plumbing of Thompson’s ass.

Thompson’s face was slack and spittle flew from his open mouth as he was deep dicked over the next hour, constantly being edged closer and closer to orgasm again and again until his mind was lost in a haze of pleasure.

“I’d tell you to prepare yourself for your first anal orgasm but there really isn’t any point because... well, you’ll see.”

The pleasure built up inside of Thompson’s ass until he couldn’t contain it any longer. Michael pulled him even higher off the hood by his hair, ripping out some chunks of it by the roots.

“YES! GOD! YES! YES! YES!” Thompson screamed as he came harder than he ever thought possible. His teeth clamped shut as his stomach muscles cramped to fire shot after shot of cum all over the windshield of his cruiser, temporarily blocking the dashboard cam’s view of the action.

“Time to breed this pussy, Office Cocksleeve. Take every… last… Fucking… DROP!”

And Michael came deep in Thompson’s ass intensifying his ongoing orgasm even more. Thompson lost control of his body at this point. His head would’ve dropped if Michael hadn’t been lifting him by his hair.

Thompson couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be chosen by Michael. To be remade for his use. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Michael wouldn’t rate his pussy above a 6 compared to his other bitches.

True to his earlier declarations, Michael really did use Thompson as a cocksleeve, guiding his whole body back and forth and his ass up and down his cock by his hair, milking every last drop of cum from his balls before opening his hand, letting Thompson’s upper body drop two feet and slam into the hood like a ragdoll, his chin hitting the metallic surface, chipping two of his teeth.

Without Michael holding him in position, Thompson slid off his cock and off the hood of the car onto the pavement below. The impact cracked the orbital bone surrounding his right eye and caused a geyser of Michael’s cum to shoot out of his ass. Michael captured this beautiful moment in 4k on his phone.

“Oooohhhh, officer down!” Michael laughed as he reached down to grab Thompson’s uniform, used it to clean off his cock and threw it onto Thompson’s face.

When Thompson awoke an hour later he couldn’t see anything because his cum covered uniform was now stuck to the side of his face. Michael was fucking his thoroughly abused asshole.

“You and me and the rest of the Force are going to have so much fun together, aren’t we, bitch?”

Thompson thought of his brothers-in-arms, men he would take a bullet for every day and twice on Sunday, mustered his courage and his strength with every bit of willpower he had left…

...moaned his agreement and began squeezing Michael’s cock with his ass, trying with all his heart and soul to please the man-god who had turned him out.