The night in the outskirt of the city was dark, only lit by the red and blue lights of the patrolling police car.
Officers Scott and Kevin were finishing their last patrol around the city of the night. Sitting in the car, their huge dominating figures made the cruiser look cramped, their massive bodies barely contained within their uniforms. Both have thick, veined arms flexing against tight sleeves and tree-trunk thighs straining fabric with every slight shift. Their huge bulges in their pants were twitching with each of their heavy breath, promising monstrous cocks beneath. The scent of raw masculinity hung between them.
“What a dead night!” Kevin said in his deep voice as he rolled his shoulders, the defined slabs of his pecs pressing against his shirt.
Scott smiled, shifting his large body in his seat. “Yeah, ready to get home and take out this fucking tension.”
They just thought this is a usually boring night of patrol, untill they drove past the abandoned rest stop and noticed another patrol car still parking there, untouched since they last passed it.
“I remember the car was there like 30 minutes ago.” Kevin said on a concerned voice, as he saw Scott nodded in agreement, his massive hand gripped the radio. “Ryan, you copy?” There’s no answer from the other side.
Scott’s brow furrowed. The dim light caught the sweat glistening on his neck. “Let’s check it out,” he said, parked the cruiser across the street and got out of the car with Kevin.
The two officers rounded the corner, their massive thighs straining against their uniform pants as their steel-toe boots crunched heavily on the gravel. As they neared, both heard the faint guttural moans, growing louder with each step. Their noses caught a strangely familiar smell, that was almost too faint to be noticed at first, but it became much stronger as they neared Officer Ryan’s empty patrolling car. With their attention on the potential danger and distracted by the moaning sound, neither officer bothered to cover his nose, exposing himself to the stronger and stronger musk.
The scene before made both cops freeze. Officer Ryan, with his usually crisp uniform pants tangled around his calves, was pinned against the hood of his cruiser, a brawny naked hairy man stood behind him and pounded relentlessly his asshole. Officer Ryan’s ass cheecks were ruthlessly split open by the beast of a man and his sweat-slicked, tattooed back muscles rippled as his ass cheeks bounced obscenely. His asshole stretched taut around the beast’s veined pulsing cock that pistoned into him with wet and slapping thrusts. Sweat glistened between their tangled muscular bodies, producing thick manly smell.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kevin growled, his own biceps flexing as his grip tightened on his Glock.
Scott’s barrel-chested frame also tensed as he raised his weapon. “Hands up, you sick fuck!” he barked, though his voice cracked slightly as his nose caught a sudden blast of musk that was blewn in his direction. He saw the suspect’s monstrous dick was buried to the hilt in Ryan’s wrecked asshole. For a brief moment, the cop was wondering how it felt to have such a huge cock in his asshole.
The suspect looked at the cops, and slowly withdrew his thick, veiny cock from Officer Ryan’s gaping, cum-filled hole, making both officers gasp as inches upon inches of cum-glistening shaft emerged—yet even with nearly eight inches freed, that monstrous dick still stretched Ryan’s abused asshole. He dragged it out at a torturous pace, letting them watch every thick ridge slide through Officer Ryan’s swollen asslips, strands of cum webbing between his shaft and Ryan’s twitching rim. That’s when the smell intensified.
Kevin’s nostrils flared, unconsciously inhaling the heavy scent of virile musk. Scott’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, his mind was feeling foggy as an unknown primal hunger rose inside him. The pheromone-laden aroma making their cocks twitch involuntarily in their tight patrol slacks. The officers’ breaths were ragged, both out of shock seeing the suspect’s dick of unhuman size and the strong musk that smelt so delicious and hot.
“Officers, don’t you see how satisfied your colleague is?” Adam, the huge hairy suspect, smiled evily. Only when he took several deliberate steps back did that cock finally pop free with an obscene wet sound, leaving Ryan’s wrecked hole clenching around nothing, dripping white cum down his thighs. A thick rope of cum stretched obscenely between his veined cock and Ryan’s gaping, twitching hole before snapping with a wet plop.
Ryan moaned in heat and pure lust, his muscular back arching as he rutted his own leaking erection against the car’s cold hood. Ryan’s moaning was lustful - the kind of noise that came from a man who’d forgotten he was a cop, forgotten his pride, forgotten everything but the addicting stretch of Adam’s monstrous cock.
“Don’t you fucking move!” Kevin barked, but his massive arms trembled, his service weapon wavering as another wave of that intoxicating musk punched their senses.
“What’s wrong with this fucking sicko!” Scott also pointed his gun at the suspect, he could see his partner’s nostrils flare wildly at the smell. He could feel himself also inhaling deeper and deeper, “Show me your hands, fucker!” He shouted to assert his composure.
Adam chuckled darkly, “As you could see, I’ve no weapons here, officers,” he was flexing his tattooed biceps, giving his still-throbbing cock a lazy stroke, making another fat bead of cum well up at the flushed tip. “Except this hard one.” His raw viril body odor rolled off him in waves, flooding the two cops’ noses.
Scott’s mouth went desert-dry, his tongue sticking to the roof as his vision swam a little. Some distant, rational part of his brain registered that Kevin was panting also now, breathing through his mouth, his massive chest rising and falling too fast beneath his tight uniform. The tribal tattoos peeking from Kevin’s collar seemed to pulse with each ragged breath. But when both offciers heard Ryan’s louder moaning of hunger, they shook quickly out of the trance.
“What the hell did he do to Ryan?” Kevin couldn’t comprehend what he saw. He noticed the werid heat rising in himself, and tried his best to stay calm and focused.
“Ryan! Get your fucking shit together!” Scott’s shout came out strangled.
But Ryan only spread his meaty cheeks wider with both hands, his swollen, puffy asslips glistening with cum under the dim streetlights. “P-please…I need it again, I need your cock!” he slurred, his usually sharp cop eyes glassy and unfocused with pleasure. His asshole was so brutally stretched by the suspect’s giant dick that it still gaped open obscenely, an inch of loose, ruined muscle, copious cum bubbling and dripping out in thick ropes and ran down his thighs.
Both officers Scott and Kevin looked at Ryan’s cum-burping asshole, their massive frames trembling as thick ropes of semen glistened down Ryan’s muscular thigh. The air around them hung thick with the pungent smell of sex. The scene was strangely attractive.
Scott’s beefy hand clenched around his belt, his biceps straining against his tight uniform sleeves. The officer could feel his own monstrous cock swelling painfully against his pants, the damp spot at his crotch growing as Adam’s musk wrapped around him like a physical force. Next to him, Kevin’s chiseled jaw twitched, his handsome face contorted between struggle and desire.
Both officers knew something was off, they knew they should pull away from this place to get clearer mind, but they didn’t move, partly out of their duty to arrest this sicko suspect, partly out of a desire yet uknown to them, that craved more musk from the huge naked suspect in front of them.
Adam just smirked when he saw a wet spot forming between both officers strong thighs, his own thick, cum-smeared cock swaying between his thighs. “Officers, what should I do? Your collegue is now so hungry.”
Kevin moved first, his massive shoulders rolling as he stepped forward. “Fucking bastard,” he snarled, though his voice cracked with a need that he didn’t realize yet. His own erection strained obscenely against his pants, the outline of his thick cock clearly visible. He said to Scott:“I’ll take this guy down, you go check Ryan, see what’s the hell is wrong with him.”
Kevin reached for the suspect who deliberately swayed his hips, splattering more cum across his own abs. Kevin’s breath intensified unknowingly to himself when he caught the stronger and stronger musk. The moment Kevin’s fingers brushed that sweat-slicked skin, a shudder of lust ran through his body.
“Jesus Christ,” Kevin hissed under his breath, his cock throbbing as Adam’s musk filled his lungs. His hands trembled as he snapped the cuffs around the suspect’s wrists, his own muscles flexing helplessly. Every breath was torture. The officer could feel the scent was burrowing into his brain, but he stuck to his resistance. He let a sigh of relief as he cuffed the suspect who wasn’t struggling at all,
Scott turned away to Ryan when he saw Kevin cuffed the suspect and walked towards their patrol car across the street. Just then, he felt the wetness of his crotch and looked down, seeing his own dick protruding in the wetness of his crotch. “Why the hell am I leaking?” The hunky officer forced himself to focus on Ryan even though his own cock ached, his balls heavy with need.
He nudged Ryan’s sweat-slicked bulk, the mountain of a man still shamelessly spreading his meaty ass cheeks apart while his low, broken moans vibrated through his barrel chest: “Goddamn it, breed me like the fuckin’ bitch I am…”
“Christ, Ryan—wake the hell up! Snap out of this!” Scott barked, his voice rough with panic, even as his gaze devoured the obscene sight of his hunky collegure before him. He knew Ryan had a fucking monstrous frame, but he never observed so detailed before - thick-necked, shoulders like boulders, the tribal tattoos snaking down his corded back glistening with sweat, tapered down to that perfect, round ass, his asscheeks still twitching from the brutal pounding they’d taken. Between them, Ryan’s ruined hole glistened, puffy and gaping, rivulets of the suspect’s cum oozing down his thighs.
Scott’s throat clicked dryly. Fuck. When had he closed the distance? Now his own massive frame loomed over Ryan’s bent form, his pants straining against his raging painful erection. His eyes always locked on Ryan’s gaping asshole, the cum burping out smelt so good, and so delicious. When his drool dripped onto Officer’s Ryan’s huge bare ass, Scott realized he was drooling so profusely. He tried to get his mind together.
“Goddammit, buddy—let’s just… fuck, let’s get you decent…” Scott rasped, dropping to his knees with a grunt. His hands hovered over Ryan’s pants, but his hungry eyes always locked onto that glistening, twitching pucker of Ryan’s. The scent was overpowering now that he sqautted right behind Ryan’s huge ass: the sour tang of the cop’s bare ass, the heady smell of the suspect’s sperm, all mixed with Ryan’s own musky, testosterone-laden sweat. His hole pulsed obscenely, each throb squeezing out another pearl of cum out.
Scott’s fingers shook. Every cop instinct screamed at him to stop, but the animal part of him, the part that ached to bury his face between those ass cheeks, won. With a broken groan, he leaned in, his stubble scraping Ryan’s inner thigh as his tongue swiped a hot, wet stripe up the cop’s stretched anal rim. The taste exploded on his tongue and Scott’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock leaking against his zipper. “Fuck,” he snarled against Ryan’s flesh, lapping greedily at the mess.
Officer Ryan moaned on feeling his asshole licked with a hungry tongue, his thrust his ass backwards and rubbed his huge muscled ass on his asslicker’s face like a stripper.
Scott moaned in defeat and rising lust in Ryan’s ripe and deep asscrack. He had knew Ryan was a fucking hot lad, but never in his life had the straight officer even a single sexual thought on him, or on Kevin, or on any other men. But now, he was just sucking another man’s sperm right from Ryan’s willing asshole. The thought just made Scott more horny.
Across the street, Officer Kevin shoved the cuffed suspect toward the cruiser. The air between them was always thick. Adam’s overpowering musk constantly seeped into Kevin’s lungs like an intoxicant. If Kevin had looked down on his own crotch, he would see it’s totally wet with precum and the wetness just spread down his pants as more musk inhaled by him.
But officer Kevin wasn’t looking down, his eyes too busy worshipping the suspect’s 12-inch cock that swung heavily with each step, glistening under the dim glow of the patrol car’s interior light. Kevin’s throat tightened, his mouth watering despite himself. Fuck. Focus. He gritted his teeth, forcing his gaze away, but not before catching the way Adam’s thighs flexed, the way his low-hanging balls stuck to his inner leg, leaving a faint sheen of sweat on his skin.
“Move it, convict,” Kevin growled in unease. Using all his strength to supress his strange libido, Kevin didn’t have the mental capacity to process anything else. His reason told him to lock the suspect into the car and got away quickly.
Kevin wrenched open the cruiser’s rear door. Adam’s virile scent clung to him like a paste, hot and insistent.
“Don’t sit right in, you fucking sweating pig,” Kevin snapped, his voice rougher than intended. “You’re tainting my car.”
Adam cocked an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Whatever you say, boss.”
Kevin’s pulse hammered as he grabbed the a sweat-soaked shirt of another muscled gangster he arrested this afternoon from the seat, using it to wipe down the suspect’s chest.
“I’m just cleaning him off. Procedure.” Kevin’s lustful mind tried to rationalize what he was doing, even though the rational voice in his mind screamed him to stop. “I can’t not let this suspect got the car so fucking sweaty and dirty.”
Offcier Kevin’s fingers lingered, tracing the ridges of Adam’s abs, the damp trail of hair leading down to his waist. The fabric was soaked through, the scent of his musk so potent Kevin’s head spun.
“Fuck, his armpis fucking smell so bad too, I also need to clean that up!” The cop thought, gripping Adam’s arm, a bicep that didn’t even need flexing to strain against his grip. He lifted Adam’s arm and almost instantly, the stronger smell hit his nose and he inhaled instinctively. Before the cop could stop himself, he was pressing his nose closer to the dark, wiry jungle of Adam’s armpit.
Kevin’s nostrils flared, his lips parting involuntarily as he inhaled deeper, his nose brushing against the coarse hair. “What the hell am I doing?” His mind screamed but his body wasn’t listening. He dragged his face to the other pit, drunk on the scent, his cock throbbing.
“You’re—fucking—disgusting,” Kevin panted, wiping Adam down half-heartedly before turning away. He pretended to toss the shirt aside but instead crushed it to his face, stealing one last, greedy breath. And one more.
Adam’s voice was full of knowing mockery. “You missed a spot, Officer.”
Kevin turned.
The suspect’s monster sperm-covered cock was fully erect again, glistening with sperm, the tip swollen and leaking. Thick drops rolled down the shaft, clinging to his balls.
“You pervert think I’m going to fucking wipe you dick clean?” Officer Kevin tried to snap to hide his lust, even thought deep inside, he knew how much he wanted to get closer to that dick.
“Actually no, sir, My dick’s always dripping, I don’t think any wiping would help.” Adam purred, nodding toward Kevin’s own straining erection, the fabric of his pants soaked through.
Kevin stood there with a sense of frustration.
“There’s only one way to keep your cruiser clean.” Adam explained, “If you really don’t my cum to drip on it.”
Kevin’s mouth went dry. “What… what’s that?”
Adam thrust his dick forward. “You can suck my cock dry, sir.”
Officer Kevin mind was struggling against his horny lust. “He got it right, I can’t let this fucker’s cum drip onto seats. No, what the hell am I thinking? But that’s the only way. I must suck him dry. I must suck every drop of cum out of him!” Before his rational voice could stop him, his lips were around Adam’s thick, leaking crown, his tongue lapping up the bitter-salt taste of cum. A groan tore from his throat as Adam’s fingers tangled in his hair, forcing him deeper.
“That’s it, piggie officer,” Adam growled, his hips rolling forward, feeding Kevin inch after inch.
Kevin’s eyes rolled back as his throat stretched, Adam’s veiny girth pressing against his palate. He gagged, spit dripping down his chin with the suspect’s sperm that coated his lips, but Adam didn’t let up. The musk was everywhere now, his nose buried in Adam’s pubes, the taste of sweat and sex flooding his mouth. His own cock ached, dripping into his uniform, as Adam fucked his face with slow, brutal thrusts.
“Gonna pump your throat full,” Adam warned, his voice rough.
Kevin couldn’t protest and he didn’t want to. His fingers dug into Adam’s thighs as the suspect’s cock pulsed and thrusted deep down his throat.
The cop’s lust grew ever stronger when Adam flooded his mouth with thick, sticky cum. He swallowed desperately, his body burning with shame and need. Yet he sucked just harder. He must suck the suspect dry.
On the other side of the street, after an indefinte time of delirium, Ryan’s asshole was sucked clean by Scott with every drop of cum swallowed down. Officer Scott’s hungry tongue still wiped the wrinkled puckers of Officer Ryan’s.
A crackle in Scott’s radio sound made him suddenly jerk back. Gabriel, another cop was asking them if everything was Ok, as he hasn’t heard back from them for a while. The static buzz sliced through the pheromone-heavy air like a knife. For one terrifying second, Officer Scott realized he didn’t know which option horrified him more: calling for backup to help them or keeping sucking Ryan’s hot asshole. Scott answered perfunctorily to the radio, stood up, face beet red, not knowing for a moment what to do.
Ryan seemed to recollect himself a little, his chiseled jaw tightening as awareness flickered in his lust-glazed eyes. “Scott, what are you doing here?” His massive hands instinctively went to his throbbing ass, fingers brushing against the swollen rim. “Jesus Christ, my ass’s on fire - why the hell am I naked down there?!” Ryan looked down in horror to see that his dick was rockhard all the way.
Scott didn’t know how he could answer, his dick was still hard, as hard as Ryan’s. Just then, he realized Kevin has been away for a long time. “Fuck!” Scott growled, he grabbed Ryan’s forearm. “Kevin’s been gone too long - something’s wrong!” They sprinted across the street, both officer’s heavy balls slapping against their thighs with each stride.
The scene froze them mid-step. Kevin was on his knees like a common street slut, his defined jaw stretched obscenely around the suspect’s monstrous cock. Thick veins pulsed along Kevin’s throat as he deepthroated with wet, sloppy gulps, strands of pearly cum dripping from his stubs onto his swollen pecs.
“That’s…the perp I arrested…” Ryan breathed, his voice breaking as his gaze locked onto the glistening, horse-thick shaft. The same potent alpha pheromones that had destroyed his resistance earlier flooded his nostrils again.
“That smell …” Officer Ryan mumbled, his eyes glassy again. Spit pooled in his mouth, dripping down his stubbled chin as his hands moved unconsciously to his raging erection.
Adam smirked, rolling his hips to shove another inch down Kevin’s choking throat. “Mmmph, perfect timing officers. Your buddy here’s drowning in my load - why don’t you help share the…ahhh…responsibility?”
Ryan was moving before the sentence finished, his tattooed shoulders flexing as he dropped to his knees beside Kevin and lapped on the huge cum-covered dick.
“NO! Ryan, goddammit-!” Scott’s protest died in his throat as he watched his partners’ tongues swirl around that veined monstrosity like licking a huge lollipop, their muscular frames trembling with need.
But he couldn’t say more as his mouth was also producing dripping drools. When he saw both cops licking the giant dick head and sucking cum out burping out of the suspect’s piss slit, the brawny officer also couldn’t hold any longer. Guided by deep lust, he went over, knelt down and joined with the other two hungry mouths to worship the suspect’s large dick. His resistance resurfaced momentarily when he heard the suspect’s cruel laughter, but the moment his tongue touched the hot flesh, all his resistance shuttered.
“That’s it, you will be my good cum puppies.” Adam laughed.
The radio crackled. “Unit 47, status check?” Gabriel’s voice cut through the lewd slurping.
Officer Scott pulled off the cockhead with a wet pop, thick cum coating his stubble. He licked his swollen lips, watching Ryan and Kevin worshipped their new Master’s giant ball, each sucking and licking greedily.
Gabriel’s low voice sounded uncertain at the slurping sound:“You guys … are eating something?”
“Y-yeah Gabriel,” Officer Scott said, sucking another salty load from his Master’s dick tip, “Tell the squad to come…nngh…we found something…something the whole precinct needs to taste…”
