Straight Cops Enslaved Pt. 01

"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.

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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.