Bert lay there on the bed, naked, tied down, gagged, spread eagle naked, waiting for him to come. His cock stood like a rigid flagpole, his balls throbbing with anticipation. In truth, though he was secured by straps, he knew he could easily slip out of them…yet his erection held him more tightly a prisoner than any bindings that could secure him. His shaft, wet with leaking pre-cum felt the cold cabin air caressing it. He could hear him approaching.
Part of his brain was still trying to make sense of what had happened. He had come to the house to arrest the guy but now, he was the prisoner. Bert had always prided himself on his ability to handle any situation. Thirty-five he still had a tight muscular build. Ever since he joined the force, he had decided getting that soft ‘cop paunch’ was not for him. He hit the gym on a regular basis and even trained as a boxer. In the charity fighting events the station would annually host, no one had ever taken him. Never having been beaten he had an air of smug superiority about him. His annoyed fellow cops grumbled that he strutted around the station like he was somehow king of the hill. What they didn't know, and what Bert was only dimly aware of, was that his arrogant attitude covered up a long suppressed submissive nature. Given the right circumstances, it would totally and completely engulf him. That was about to happen.
Bert hadn't anticipated any problems taking this guy into custody. The guy he came for was barely twenty and had a wiry but small frame. Being over six feet, Bert towered over him. When the younger man got into a fighting stance and began to whirl around punching the air, Bert could barely contain his amusement. Yet, this man he had actually kicked his ass. The last thing he remembered was the shock of not only being outboxed but also the guy’s right leg flying up hitting his chin in an uppercut that literally cold conked him. He had woken up to find own cuffs to securing him. He recalled how the academy instructors insisted they, along with his uniform and baton, were symbols of his authority. Being restrained by his own cuffs made him feel diminished a cop and a man.
As he threatened and flopped about on the floor the guy just watched and laughed. What was even more surprising was that, deep within the inner recesses of his mind, the idea of being overpowered by this punk criminal had triggered an arousal within him. That long dormant, natural, inner submissive nature, one his conscious mind had vigorously suppressed, had been set free. To his embarrassment, he began to throw a bone. When the guy saw it, his grin grew
wider.
*****
A naked Bert gazed over at the floor where his uniform, belt, and all the other instruments of his authority lay in a pitiful pile. The knowledge that the man had stripped from him of the symbols of his authority and self-identity as a cop only made his erection leak more precum. As he took in the sight of his thick leather duty belt, his rear tingled with the memory of how the man had used it to spank him. He had been draped bare-assed up over the guy's lap. At that moment Bert couldn’t believe he was going to be spanked his kid. As the blows from the thick basket-weave leather fell on his squirming rear, he wailed, begging for it to stop. Each plea further chipped away his old self-image. Then, unexpectedly, a warmth replaced the pain. To his embarrassment, he got a hard-on that thrust itself between the young man's thighs. When the guy squeezed his powerful thighs together, Bert had actually ejaculated. While he was lost in what he’d done, the punk stopped and pushed Bert to the floor. He’d gazed at the puddle his jism had made then up at the man. Hearing the mocking trash talk from the kid, the first crack in his self-image as a man began.
Over the next three days Bert had been mentally and physically broken. Stripped of uniform, secured by his cuffs, the younger man even used Bert’s baton as a dildo to violate Bert’s rear-end. For him nothing could be more degrading than having them turned against him. Worse, during his baton fucking sessions, he quickly went from initially yelling and threatening to drifting into waves of sexual arousals he’d bever experienced before with women. When, the baton finally tapped the inner bitch spot he never knew he had, Bert stopped fighting it and gave himself over to the stimulations. Not caring how it looked he began to thrust his ass backward onto the baton. Ignoring the younger man’s derisive comments, his only desire was to keep hitting that spot inside of his butt. Over time he finally succumbed to the demands of his once repressed true nature. By the time the kid was done, he’d had become compliant to the smaller, leaner, and much younger punk who had turned him out. His bitching had finished.
*****
“Are you ready?” The kid asked as he slowly came up alongside him.
Bert swallowed and nodded… a prisoner of his lust. He watched as his crotch was covered in shaving cream, and then his chest.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” The man asked.
Bert nodded again… he felt the cold sharp razor come in contact with his skin. He stayed still, lost in how it made him feel… keeping silent…as his chest chair was shaved away, the hair that he had first took pride in seeing sprout…back in those early useful years when they first started to appear and signal to him…his entrance into manhood.
Bert’s body writhed in pleasure as the man took his erection firmly in hand. Groaning slightly, he literally gave his manhood over to the man. He felt as if his heart would beat out of his chest and the throbbing his cock made it lurch in the firm grip of its new owner. “Quiet, everything will be fine. Take a deep breath,” he was told in that soft voice that carried with it the power of authority and dominance.
Bert did his instructed slipping into a mental headspace of submission that he never knew he could experience with such powerful intensity. Between swipes of the razor that, slowly removed his pubic hairs, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into that intoxicating state of obedience… it was as if every scrape took a little more of his self- image as a man away from him. He was in his 30s, more powerfully built, and taller and yet, this young punk had completely turned him out into his submissive bitch.
“I’m going to be very gentle with your balls… just relax,” the kid’s voice said.
Bert heard himself moaning in surrender in a way that showed to them both he was lost in the heat of what was happening. As he took deep breath, he could feel the hairs on his balls being stripped away … cold air brushed against his now stark-naked ball-sack … his cock lurched again in that grip. He was so close to an orgasm.
“They’re all done.” The man held a mirror so that Bert could see how he had sheared of all aspects of Bert’s manhood.
The sight of his shorn crotch aroused Bert to a fever pitch. His prior self-image as an all-male alpha was shattered. In his mind, he’d been reduced to a hairless adolescent. Stripped of his pubic hairs, the very symbol of his mature manhood. On a more fundamental level, he had been divested of his prior pride…of his smug view of his place in the world. He had been reborn into submission… ready to do whatever was required… give whatever was required… his need to this decade younger guy now controlled him…. The lips of his brain had been spread wide apart and bred by this kid. Forever after he would be a bitch in heat for more humiliation from him
The man reached over and remove his gag. “Well?”
“Please may your pussy-cop cum?” Bert begged as the urge to spunk built up within him. The words he’d been taught to use when referencing to himself now came naturally to him. A signal that sense of his own masculinity had vanished.
“You can when you tell me, you’re my good boy,” the laughing younger man said as his hand grabbed and squeezed Bert’s erection.
“I am your good boy. I am your good boy,” Bert cried out as his began to orgasm. He thrust his hips upward… shooting and shooting like it would never end… until that last, he was spent. Saying nothing, the man scooped up the cum and fed it to Bert. As he eagerly lapped up the juice. The thought that both their spunks would mix inside his stomach thrilled Bert.
As he lay there, his lips covered in the sticky jism, the man took a dog mask from the nearby table. “From now on your my K9 cop fuck-dog. You’re going to be a good puppy. I’m going to drain your bank account tonight. Puppies don’t need money, right? Also, puppy don’t talk…keep that in mind from now on.”
Bert simply nodded as the mask was secured onto his head. The man held a mirror so Bert could see his reflection. Bert didn't see a once macho, strutting cop looking back at him. He saw his only true identity: a K9 cop fuck-dog. He didn’t even shudder when the master attached a collar around his neck. It felt…right.
“You know you arrested my father years ago when you were a rookie. He got over twenty years. Two years ago, you picked up my brother on petty shit. He got five years. You've been hassling my family but, you're not going to give us any more trouble are you, right!” The kid laughingly stated
“Ruff. Ruff. Ruff,” Bert eagerly answered.
The young man grinned as he unzipped his pants to free his own throbbing erection. “Both will be getting out soon. I think they'll like the new pet I've acquired.” Wasting no more time, he grabbed the mask’s doggy ears and slowly lowered his shaft into his pup’s waiting mouth.
Bert willingly slurped on the shaft that slowly thrusted in and out of his mouth. His tongue ran along the throbbing vein that ran from the man's base right up to his cockhead. He could feel the salty tang of his owner’s juices as the pre-cum gently coated the back of his throat. It slowly leaked down into his stomach. As he suckled, the young man’s wiry crotch hairs rubbed against the skin of Bert’s chin, A beard burn he would soon display with pride. With each thrust Bert drifted further and further into a mindless animalistic urge to sexually please his owner. At times he coughed and gurgled trying to take a breath. However, soon he got into the rhythm of it. His own cock was again copiously leaking. Suddenly, the large vein running up his master’s shaft increased its throbbing, signaling to Bert an orgasm was coming. He increased his sucking, fired up with the thought that he was soon going to be bred by him. By now, Bert’s mind was focused on just one thought: satisfying his owner. As the twenty-year-old exploded, Bert could feel the gushing cream cascading up from the base of the guy’s balls. Bert gulped and gulped and gulped, not letting any of that precious seed escape from his mouth.
The man smiled as he shot his load into the ex-cop who was now simply his bitch. A stallion gelded …. a bull reduced to a steer…taken down… ready to be fucked, mentally, physically, and financially. A mole who would delete his police files and keep him informed of every police trap so he could rob places without fear of arrest. “Good fuck-dog.”
“Woof.” Bert replied as his tongue licked the remnants of jism that coated his lips.
“Now let’s shave off that hair on your head so you know you’ve truly been dunked on,” the younger man snarled as he reached for the shaving cream.
*****
A selection from Bert’s Journal:
I’m kneeling between his feet, my head inches from his erection, letting my lungs breath in his heady musky scent. It is the odor of my young alpha. It fills my lungs, causing a rush of sexual excitement to course throughout my body. I gaze up at him adoringly. My younger master. He stares down at me. The contemptuous look of a man who knows that he’s gazing down at his bitch. His punked cop who craves to please him.
Silently, he reaches down and grabs his stiff shaft. He maneuvers it so that the tip of his wet cock head rubs against my lips. I feel that salty moisture on them as bits of ooze between those lips into my throat. I can feel the press of his cock head against them. I slowly open my mouth. I stare ahead at his thatch of dark-blonde pubic hair as it slowly moves towards me. I can feel his tubular, thick cock, moving deeper and deeper into my mouth until its head presses the back of my throat. I can hear myself choking a bit, but also his hand at the back of my head, his thighs pressing on either side of my head… keeping me firmly in place. His full large nutsack presses against my chin ready to unload.
By now his odor permeates into my very cells. My tongue rubs up against the veiny surface of his shaft as it slowly moves, back-and-forth into my throat I remember the first time he face-fucked me and how I had squirmed and coughed. Now, I’ve learned to adjust to his length and girth. I can feel his dickhead moving deeper into my gullet, the tang of his pre-cum as it coats my throat while, his balls slap against my lower face with every thrust. I’m lost in a daze of need. I craving for his power to consume me. I can hear his breathing matching my own. His manly grunts as he gets ready to erupt like a geyser into me.
I frantically continue sucking, letting my tongue run up and down on his under-shaft. My lips close around the base of his cock, which is now deep inside my throat. My cheeks suck eagerly desiring what only he can give me. The seed of my alpha. The joy of being bred by a man like him.
His louder grunt, which I know so well, indicates that he is going to ejaculate. I increase my slobbering and sucking, eager to have him explode into me. Then, it happens, the hot gosh of his warm cream, searing the back of my throat. Flowing down into me…my alpha is breeding me. The thought causes me to moan as I suckle and lick and swallow. I suddenly have my own hands-free orgasm. Then it ends. When he finally stops moving, I stay still. My mouth still firmly planted around his manhood. His shaft resting on the surface of my tongue. My suckling now is more gentle, less frantic. He likes that I continue to orally service his manhood as it softens. Consuming the last driblets that ooze from his cock head slit as it contracts. I press my head deeper into his bush, taking in more of his scent …content in being his little cop fag.
*****
A journal entry from Bert’s owner:
Fuck, I swear that cop gives the gives the best brain. I mean, I’ve had several women go down on me but, no one sucks my rod off with such an eagerness to please as this bitch. My fuck- dog loves his boners. No sloppy toppy from him. I’m not sure what I like more…watching him swallow or seeing him wearing my pearl necklace.
Honestly, I succeeded in bitching his ass better than I had hoped. I truly pawed him. That red flag busted my brother and had him sent away. After that dick move, all I could think about was getting revenge. Unlike my hothead brother, who never bothered to plan anything, I took my time. I went to every one of those stupid cop-sponsored charity matches and watched how he fought. Looking for every tell that would indicate the type of punch he was going to throw or, the stand he was going to take to do one. I made sure to use my cell phone to videotape every one of them. Then, I spent hours watching them until I had every move of his down pat. All the while, I was taking extreme fighting lessons. By the time I was ready to get arrested, I was more than physically ready to take him out.
Still, getting ready physically was only the first part of the battle. I was confident that my preparations could take him down physically, but I was looking for more than that to do to him. I wanted to psychologically take him apart and put him back together again. I knew that the cop’s had to undergo yearly psychological evaluations, and that this they had on salary. So, I managed to get close to their official psychiatrist. Lucky for me, she was well past her sell by date. Getting a strong come on from a hot, young guy with rizz made her putty in my hands. I soon found out old Bert boy had told her he loved her then, after fucking her, joked about it at the station. More fool her for being delulu, amirite. I mean if she looked in a mirror, then at him, she’d have realized he was just breadcrumbing her. Lucky for me, his failure to do some aftercare made an enemy out of her. Out for her revenge too, she was more than willing to share what she knew about him. Including her belief that his overbearing, arrogant, macho attitude potentially covered up a deeply repressed submissive nature. She even shared with me her thoughts on how to bring that out in him. It was well worth a few weeks of fucking her to get what I needed to take down this asshole cop.
I can still remember the overconfident look on this fucking chad’s face when I got into a fighting stance, followed by the look of frustration as every single punch he trough at me failed to land. The best was his look of shock when I did a spinning leg kick that sent him off into slumberland. Still, it wasn’t until he woke up finding himself defeated by me and bound with his official handcuffs that he showed the first indications he could be mentally dismantled. Seeing that swelling bulge in his crotch while I was laughing at him, sealed the deal. Using the psychological game-plan she laid out for me, I began the process that turned my hot-shot cop into my thirsty, FBOI who is always DTF. Man, I totally ate and left no crumbs. I mean talk about mogging a guy.
Revenge can be not only sweet but sexually satisfying. Considering that I cash fuck him out of his cop’s salary on a regular basis, it is highly profitable too. When they get out, I may have to share his mouth with my father and my brother. Hell, family is family so, let them do some smashing, amirite. Still, I have to make sure they understand both his bank account and his sweetly tight cop ass is my private preserve for clapping cheeks until he bores me. Then, one quick anonymous mailed audio tape of him confessing he set up my family with fake evidence. That should send my little canine off to do a nice long stretch in the state pound. Damn I had him so krunk that day. I had him gooning for hours while I fucked his butt with his cop’s baton. By evening he was a mental wreck, dripping saliva, and mindlessly crazy in heat begging to get off. He was so brain-fucked, he repeated everything I whispered to him to say on it. I silently laughed as I pounded his beefy bump listening as he verbally fucked himself. I made him such a fan, he didn’t even have any post-nut clarity over what he did. Well, he’ll do fine in prison. I’ll have a guy I know throw some ink on his ass letting everybody know it’s open for business. I’m sure the other guys he arrested and sent up will give him a nice warm reception.
The End
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