Gerald Tan’s muscular frame strained against the ropes binding him to the chair, his police uniform torn and disheveled. The dim light of the warehouse flickered, casting shadows on the grinning faces of the tattooed Ah Bengs circling him like predators. Sweat dripped down Gerald’s chiseled jaw as he glared at them, his usual commanding presence reduced to a defiant yet helpless snarl.

“Look at this fucking cop,” sneered the leader, a bulky man with a dragon tattoo snaking up his neck. He grabbed Gerald’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “All that authority, all that power, and now you’re just our little cum dumpster. How does it feel, Officer Tan? Huh? To know you’re nothing but a hole for us to use?”

Gerald’s chest heaved, his biceps flexing as he tried to break free. “Fuck you,” he growled, his voice low and venomous. But the Ah Bengs only laughed, their voices echoing through the warehouse.

“Oh, we’ll fuck you alright,” another one chimed in, running a hand over Gerald’s broad shoulders. “We’re gonna wreck that tight fucking body of yours. Make you scream like the whore you are.”

The leader stepped back, unzipping his jeans, and pulled out his already hard cock. Gerald’s eyes widened as the man approached, the thick length of him inches from his face. “Open wide, Officer. You’re gonna learn what it means to be our filthy little cocksucker.”

Gerald clenched his jaw, but one of the others grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “Don’t make us force you, darling,” he hissed. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch of him, and you’re gonna like it.”

With a grunt of defiance, Gerald reluctantly opened his mouth. The leader wasted no time, shoving his cock deep down Gerald’s throat. The officer gagged, his throat convulsing around the intrusion, but the Ah Bengs only laughed harder.

“That’s it, take it like a good little slut,” the leader groaned, thrusting deeper. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Born to choke on cock. Fuck, your mouth is so tight. You’re a natural.”

Tears streamed down Gerald’s face as he struggled to breathe, the heavy scent of sweat and musk overwhelming him. The other Ah Bengs crowded around, watching with hungry eyes as their leader fucked Gerald’s face with brutal force.

“Look at him,” one of them said, running a hand down Gerald’s chest. “This fucking officer, reduced to a cock sleeve. I bet he’s loving it, aren’t you, pretty boy? Bet you’ve been dreaming of this, huh? Getting used like the dirty little whore you are.”

Gerald’s moans were muffled by the cock in his mouth, his body trembling with a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. The leader pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with spit. “Good boy,” he purred, slapping Gerald’s cheek lightly. “Now, let’s see how well you take it from behind.”

The ropes were undone, and Gerald was dragged to his feet, his hands bound in front of him. He stumbled as they pushed him onto a table, his muscular ass exposed and vulnerable. The leader grabbed his hips, lining his cock up with Gerald’s tight entrance.

“You ready, Officer?” he teased, slapping Gerald’s ass hard. “Gonna make you fucking scream.”

Without warning, he shoved inside, Gerald’s body tensing at the sudden intrusion. The pain was sharp, but as the leader began to thrust, it melted into a sickening pleasure. Gerald’s nails dug into the table as he bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans escaping his throat.

“That’s it, take it, bitch,” the leader grunted, his pace relentless. “You’re so fucking tight. God, you’re perfect. Made to be used, made to be fucked. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, gonna mark you as mine.”

The other Ah Bengs watched eagerly, one of them stepping forward to shove his cock into Gerald’s mouth again. The officer groaned around the thick length, his body being used from both ends. The man in his mouth grabbed his hair, forcing him to take it deeper.

“You’re such a filthy cocksucker,” he sneered, thrusting harder. “Bet you’ve always wanted this, huh? To be gangbanged by a group of men. To be our little cum dumpster. You’re nothing but a hole for us to use, and you fucking love it.”

Gerald’s body burned with shame and pleasure, his cock hard and leaking despite the humiliation. The leader’s hips slammed against him, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you, Officer?” he taunted. “Gonna come like the slut you are, just from getting fucked. Fuck, you’re insatiable.”

The other Ah Bengs laughed, their hands all over Gerald’s body, grabbing and groping as they took turns using him. “Look at him,” one of them said, stroking Gerald’s leaking cock. “He’s fucking begging for it. Bet he’d thank us if he could.”

The leader’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip on Gerald’s hips tightening. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growled. “Gonna fill you up, Officer. Gonna make you mine.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, hot cum flooding Gerald’s ass. The officer moaned, his body trembling as the other Ah Bengs continued to use him, their cocks pounding into his mouth and hands stroking him mercilessly.

“That’s it, take it all, slut,” one of them groaned, pulling out of Gerald’s mouth to come all over his face. “You’re our fucking cum dumpster now. And you’re gonna take every last drop.”

Gerald’s body shook as they came one by one, their cum covering him inside and out. The leader leaned down, his lips brushing Gerald’s ear. “You’re ours now, Officer Tan,” he whispered. “And we’re gonna use you every fucking day. You’re nothing but a hole for us to fill. Say thank you.”

In a profession built on loyalty, few things cut deeper than betrayal. Police officers depend on each other not just for support, but for survival. Yet behind the shield, behind the uniform, and behind the carefully constructed image of unity, lies a truth many never speak aloud.

Female cops are being betrayed by the very male partners they trust the most.

Tumblr is a place where hidden stories come to light, and this story deserves to be told—not for shock value, but because silence allows the problem to grow.

💥 The Hidden Wounds Behind the Badge

Female officers walk into every shift as warriors—strong, skilled, and prepared. But even the strongest warrior can’t fight a battle when the enemy stands beside them instead of in front of them.

Betrayal appears in subtle, brutal ways:

Backup withheld during dangerous calls

Confidence destroyed in front of the team

Rumors spread to sabotage reputation

Career opportunities blocked

Personal information leaked

Emotional manipulation disguised as “partnership”

These aren’t small mistakes. They’re violations that strike at the heart of what policing is meant to be.

🩸 When Trust Breaks, Everything Falls Apart

A betrayed female officer isn’t just hurt— she becomes unsafe.

Every shift becomes a question mark. Every call becomes a risk. Every decision becomes heavier.

The emotional impact is real:

Anxiety before work

Trauma that lingers long after a shift

Fear of being targeted again

A sense of isolation inside the department

A deep questioning of identity and purpose

Not all injuries bleed. Some leave invisible scars.

⚠️ A Culture That Protects the Wrong People

Law enforcement is often called a brotherhood, but what happens when the “brotherhood” refuses to acknowledge its sisters?

Female officers frequently face:

Double standards

Dismissive leadership

Retaliation for reporting misconduct

A culture that prizes silence over justice

Peer pressure to “tough it out” instead of seeking help

Betrayal doesn’t happen in a vacuum—it happens in an environment that allows it.

🌟 Why This Story Matters

Because female officers deserve support—not sabotage. Because loyalty should not be one-sided. Because a badge loses its meaning when trust is broken behind it. Because the world needs to hear these stories, not bury them.

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I know close to nothing about what I am getting myself into but I am prepared to take this risk. I am using this blog as an outlet for my emotion towards my boyfriends journey to his dream. I truly can’t express in words how terrified I am for him. We have gotten into relationship breaking fights over his career choice; getting to the point where we are both in tears and ready to end it. This guy is the love of my life and I cannot imagine a life without him.