Cop Humiliation

Officer Johnny strutted around the city in that slutty uniform, showing off his muscles as he brought criminals to justice.

Now he's down on his knees in a dark alley as thugs take turns using his mouth and ass. His hunky partner Officer CT was also in the same predicament. Johnny could feel the punk's dick pulsing inside as other hands reached out and groped his beefy pecs, arms, and thick muscular thighs.

He was desperately trying to get his pants off. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. The warden obviously hadn’t realized that CO Jackson was begging the inmates to fuck him for the contraband, not the other way around.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the quiet town. Officer Cole, a man of stern demeanor and rigid posture, patrolled the streets with an air of authority. His uniform was crisp, his badge gleaming, and his eyes sharp, always on the lookout for any sign of trouble. Today, however, trouble found him in the form of a lone biker, Eric, who rode into town with a swagger that Cole found immediately irritating.

Eric was a sight to behold, his muscular frame clad in tight leather pants and a black leather sleeveless jacket that left little to the imagination. His dark hair was tousled, and his eyes held a mischievous glint that Cole couldn't quite comprehend. As Eric pulled up to the curb, Cole stepped forward, his hand resting on the holster of his gun.

"Afternoon, officer," Eric drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "What seems to be the problem?"

Cole's eyes narrowed. "You're riding without a license plate. I’m afraid that you need to get off the bike and come with me to the station."

Eric’s gaze lingering on Cole’s badge before meeting his eyes. “Officer Cole, huh?”

He continued to provoke, sending an unexpected shiver down Cole's spine. "What can you do if I refuse?"

Cole's jaw tightened. Before he could shoot back, Eric dismounted his bike and closed their distance in a fluid motion. Cole stood his ground, trying to maintain his tough exterior, but the intensity in Eric's gaze made his heart race.

"You think you're a tough guy, don't you, officer?" Eric said, his voice teasing. "But I can see it from your eyes, you are nothing but a bitch."

Cole scoffed, but Eric's hand shot out and slapped him across the face. The sting of the blow sent a jolt of numbness through Cole's body, and he found himself at a loss for words. Eric's hand gripped Cole's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "And you're going to be MY cop bitch, Cole."

With that, Eric shoved him backward, pressing him against the cool metal of the patrol car. The officer’s breath left him in a rush, his body pinned as Eric’s weight bore down on him. Eric unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. Cole’s eyes widened as Eric grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him down onto his knees. “Suck it,” Eric commanded, his voice a raw, dominant growl. Cole’s stomach dropped as he felt the thick, throbbing heat of Eric’s cock press against his lips.

Panic surged through him, but Eric’s grip was unyielding, forcing Cole’s mouth open. The officer gagged as the biker’s shaft slid past his lips, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. Eric’s pube hairs tickled Cole’s nose, the scent intoxicating, clouding his thoughts. “That’s it, bitch,” Eric sneered, his hips snapping forward as he began to face-fuck Cole relentlessly. The officer’s eyes watered, his throat burning as he struggled to breathe around the intrusion. His hands clawed at Eric’s leather pants, his body betraying him as he moaned, the sound muffled by the biker’s cock.

Eric’s grip tightened in Cole’s hair, his movements brutal and demanding. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with scorn. Cole’s resistance crumbled, his mind a blur as he surrendered to the humiliation. His lips wrapped tighter around Eric’s shaft, his tongue flicking instinctively as he tried to please the man dominating him. The biker’s chuckle was triumphant. “You look more handsome like this,” Eric growled, pulling out abruptly and yanking Cole to his feet.

The officer gasped for air, his cheeks flaming with shame as he stared up at Eric. “Lick my boots,” Eric ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Cole hesitated, his pride warring with the primal need to obey. But as Eric’s shadow loomed over him, the biker’s boots inches from his face, Cole’s resolve shattered. He dropped to his hands and knees, his tongue darting out to trace the dirt and grime off Eric’s boots. The leather was scuffed, the taste of dust and oil bitter on his tongue, but Cole cleaned them meticulously.

“Good boy,” Eric purred, his tone almost tender as he grabbed Cole’s chin, forcing the officer to look up. Cole’s eyes met Eric’s, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Now, my pits,” Eric commanded, raising his arm to expose his sweaty armpit. Cole whimpered, his body trembling as he pressed his face into the biker’s armpit. The scent was sharp, overwhelmingly masculine, and Cole inhaled deeply, his mind reeling as he worshipped the man who had broken him. Eric’s hand stroked Cole’s hair, his chuckle dark and satisfied.

“You’re mine now,” Eric declared, his voice a low, dominant rumble.

I summoned my power with a hand wave in the air. “Because you’re a submissive cockslut who needs his hole pleasured every time you see me?” The magic easily hooked into his years of sexual repression— he was mine.

on the verge of a nervous breakdown, the cop finally ran into the punk again. he couldn't control himself and went up to the punk, unsure of what he really wanted from this kid. as he confronted him, he found out that he was a cocky 18 yo high school senior with a huge attitude.

the cop was rock hard while he talked to the kid. over the past month, he'd woken up to so many wet dreams and had jerked off so many loads to thoughts of the kid dominating him, that the officer was no longer sure what was his fantasy world and what was reality. thankfully the cop wasn't very well endowed at all, and his rock hard cock barely made a bulge in his fitted uniform pants.

it wasn't until the kid moved forward that the officer's world started to spiral out of control. as the punk was going to walk past him, he stumbled and instinctively reached out to brace himself to stop from face planting on the pavement. the only thing within reach was the cop's body. with 1 hand up and 1 hand down, the kid's left hand seemed to zero in directly on the officer's large pec and specifically on his nipple. as his hand groped the pec the officer stumbled back slightly and the kid's hand closed together grasping for anthing to hold onto. his finger and thumb finally came together gripping onto the cop's uniform shirt, and his nipple underneath it. holding onto the cop's uniform shirt and accidentally twisting his nipple, the cop let out a loud low moan.

at the same time, the kid's other hand reached out lower to stabilize himself in the fall, and ended up landing on the officer's crotch. then as the officer stumbled back, the same situation occurred with the hand instinctively grasping onto anything to steady himself. while the kid's left hand found the cops nipple, his right hand on cop's crotch grabbed onto the only thing available, the officer's hard dick. unfortunately for the cop, his hard cock wasn't even a handful and the punk was holding onto it with just his thumb and his index finger, with his other fingers wrapped around the cops nuts.

just then, a loud piercing laugh echo'd in the officers ear as he heard the kid ask 'dude, is this your dick? are you rock hard? why is it so tiny!!!' the cop turned red and started to stammer unintelligibly. that caused the punk to kick into action and he twisted the cop's nipple and put a death grip on the officer's tiny dick as he said, 'I asked you a question bitch!!!'

unable to think properly, the cop did the only thing he could think of and answered the punk. 'YES SIR, that is my penis, and yes I am rock hard right now. I'm not sure why my cock is so small SIR, it just never really grew with the rest of my body, and it's always been that size SIR.'

hearing the cop call him SIR gave the kid a new found cockiness. this cop was a bitch, and he was going to make the cop his bitch. still holding onto his nipple and cock, the kid asked the officer a new question. 'Ok, so you're a tiny dick pussy bitch, but why did you get rock hard talking to me?'

again, the officer couldn't think of what else to respond, so he stated the truth. 'because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for the last month SIR. I constantly have these dreams where you are dominating me and making me into your bitch, and then I wake up covered in my own cum. when i'm awake, I keep thinking of you and I've been fantasizing about what you'd do to me and how you'd own my pussy. I didn't even realize I was a pussy until last month when we met. now, I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel to have your big cock in my pussy. dumping your loads in me as you show me that you own my pussy and i'm just your bitch. then falling asleep with your load in my ass and you laying on top of my back, and your big cock still in me. i'd love to feel your huge penis inside me all night long. that would make me so hard and horny for you. i'd want to keep you inside of me all night, so i'd gently clench my pussy around your cock constantly to keep you semi hard as you slept and that way your cock wouldn't slip out of my pussy. i've jerked off so many loads fantasizing about you SIR, I don't know what to do anymore. Please SIR, help me. tell me what to do.'

with the cop's confession, the punk kid had a shit eating grin on his face and knew his life was gonna be changing for the better. looking the cop in the face, he told the officer to clear his day Saturday b/c they were going cock cage shopping. as he said that, he gave the cops mini carrot a little squeeze with just his thumb and index finger. and then he felt the moisture on the officer's pants where the former hotshot cop just blew his load.

8am-5pm: himbo cop

6pm-8pm: bodybuilder

9pm-12am: stripper, muscle toy, cock and hole

"Yes, sir," he nods obediently.

In this state, he thinks I'm his commanding superior, and this is his job. Hypnosis is easy when ranks and authority have already been trained into his mind.

"Repeat your other orders..."