Muscles In Trouble

MUSCLE MARINE:

I have just been promoted and been assigned to a new precinct at the edge of the city, almost secluded, with less traffic... Maybe given the opportunity to prove myself before moving to greener pastures and growing. A station with no more than five or six employees barely showing up on time, or even doing there job correctly and promptly... All except one officer who seems to be always on edge. I can understand why... when you are surrounded by out-of-shape men and you got the body of a bodybuilder...

I walk in, introduce myself, shaking hands with everyone around, and reach you. You got a firm handshake which I like, making stir something in me. I smile and make my way to the office, explaining some basic rules to everyone around, as they follow me inside. "I want promptness, accountability, and most of all... pro-activity. I know you got your routines, and ways, but its time for change around here. And we are going to work together to make them happen." I smile as my eyes connect with yours. But I don't feel you reciprocate like the rest who are suddenly excited and enthusiast.

"Anything wrong Officer...?" I ask you as I rearrange the things on my desk. I peel my suit jacket and hang it and get to my chair. I am in a tight dress shirt, white, hugging my frame nicely, making my muscular frame show... not fully, but enough to say I workout.

DREAM BREAKER:

I don’t answer right away. My grip loosens a fraction later than it should when you pull back, but my posture doesn’t. I’m still standing there, shoulders squared, eyes steady on you as I bounce my pecs under my tight black shirt.

I follow you into the office last, closing the distance but keeping just enough space to make it clear I’m not part of the crowd. “Wrong?” I repeat in an even tone,“ No… sir”, I keep a brief pause. My gaze sweeps over you, quickly, appraisingly, with a look that weighs more than it lingers. Then back to your eyes. “It’s just… we’ve had ‘change’ speeches before.” I rest a hand lightly on the back of a chair instead of sitting, like I’m not planning to stay long unless there’s a reason.

 “You know, a new guy takes office, talks about standards, accountability, and getting things in order… Just wait a few weeks, and things will go back to the way they were.” My head tilts slightly, studying you now, not dismissive, but measuring. “But you don’t look like the type who says things just to hear them out loud.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smile at you, at your words, but not sure if I should take them as compliments or as a threat... Reading your body language and your tone, I say to myself you are that one guy in the team who thinks he owns the whole lot, that he controls the others. The type of man who has proclaimed himself as the alpha. "I sure hope to live up to your standards officer. If we are done, you may leave my office now." Dismissing you rather respectfully.

As you leave, grunting, I make sure to look up and watch as that hot body moves nicely in those tight clothes. That ass... the best one around, and the best I have seen in the police force. Even the last officer who tried to stand up to me and ended up in the E.R. did not have an ass like that. What was his name again...? Something 'Bolt". I smile to myself as I see you close the door. I turn to my p.c. and type in your name, pulling up our file... your very interesting file.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What a bastard! Who does he think he is?" I think to myself as I walk out of your office. I turn to look back and see you staring at me through the glass walls for a long time. My instincts are telling me there is something in him I don't like at all, and my instincts hardly ever go wrong. I have a feeling you were sent here to dig your nose into my business. There's no doubt of that. Sooner or later you will find out something, and it will be all over. Before that could happen, I need to find a way to stop you, and I am willing to go as far as needed, even if that means finding a permanent solution for this case, eliminating you.

A text message suddenly interrupts my bitter thoughts, and within a few minutes I’m already on my way to yet another crime scene. A shootout had broken out between security guards and the robbers during an attempted bank robbery. Two security guards and four bank customers were killed after the criminal managed to escape the scene. I review the bank’s CCTV footage, and the situation seems to be clear. The robber, dressed in a black sweater jacket, had his head covered by a hood, hiding his face from the camera. He took a pistol from the security guard’s holster, shot the guard in the neck, and then smashed the cameras with his fists, leaving the rest of the footage as nothing but a black screen.

When I return to the bank lobby, a smile crosses my face when I notice that one of the dead customers is wearing a black hoodie that looks very much like the one the robber had been wearing. The security guard’s pistol, the weapon used in the shootings, is on the floor. “Everyone out!” I order, leaving me alone. I pull the hood of the black hoodie over the victim’s head and, using rubber gloves, place the murder weapon in the man’s hand. “One more situation resolved.” All I need to do is to call my new arrogant boss and let him feel proud of me. “The situation is over; the robber has been killed and the crime has been solved. Do you see how effective we can be? Wouldn’t it be better to let us professionals do our jobs the way we see fit? I’ll send you a report when I get back.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I get a call from Officer Breaker himself, the arrogant prick, saying the case is solved. Sounds too easy for me. Why would the robber kill himself after having so carefully taken out the security camera footage, and killed those who attacked him... way before the police cavalry arrived onto the scene. Something is not right. But I listen to his voice on the phone, calmly and smile. There is that little sprinkle of arrogance in his voice that does make something in me stir, I must admit, but also that makes the hair on my back rise...

In my office, filing some papers, and going through the officers' profile, I smile when I read their records... their very slim records. Which is not the case for the arrogant one. His file is quite the hefty one, which begs the questions... how? How to compare him with the others? If some of them have been longer than him at this precinct, and yet their records are slimmer... how? Where does he get all his cases? And it is interesting that each one of them has been solved cleanly, and with precision. Almost like... Almost like it was his own crime scene... His set up...

DREAM BREAKER:

My boss, that imbecile, believed my story easier than I could have ever imagined. It would only be a matter of time before I either had him under my control, making him dance to my tune, or he’d be removed from his duties as useless and incompetent. I type up some sort of report, walk into your office without knocking, and toss the file on your desk. “That’s it. Mission accomplished, and the villain got what was coming to him." I chuckle smugly and stand in front of you, spreading my legs wide while crossing my arms in front of me. “Well, is the boss satisfied?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Fully." Stroking your ego as I get up from my chair, smiling. I grab the file, open it and see the last pictures taken of the killer. "So that's him? What an idiot... He got all he wanted, and no one around to stop him... and still got his ass killed? Pffff." I look at you, smiling. I nod. "You did good. Take the rest of the day off. You earned it." I can't help but get a gut feeling something is wrong. Maybe its the way you act around me, or that smug posture... Something does not sit quite right with me.

DREAM BREAKER:

A wide grin is drawn on my face when I hear your words. "He bought the story. This was easier than I thought," I think to myself, adjusting my bulge, noticing how you’re following my every move with your eyes. “I’ve got him,” I think to myself with satisfaction as I turn my back to you and walk toward the door, turning toward you one last time. “Thanks for counting on me, and if you ever need my help, no matter what, I’m always here for you,” I grin and step out of your office.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Am sure Officer." I smile as I watch you walk out. That ass looks amazing in those tight pants. I am sure you make it on purpose to wear those tight clothes, always putting your hot body on display. Am sure others at the precinct, with less hot bodies, drool over you all the time. But I also feel something weird that snaps me out of my momentarily trance. Something is off. And I need to get to the bottom of it, as I turn to the screen and continue searching, for clues, about you and your workings.

DREAM BREAKER:

My desk is positioned just right in front of your office, and I can keep an eye on you at all times, unless, of course, you’ve lowered your blinds. I’m well aware that this works the other way around, too: you can see me right in front of you whenever I’m not out in the field. But I have my tricks for outwitting a nosy boss, and you’re no exception.

Luck seems to be on my side, because over the next couple of days I’m assigned three new cases: a rape, a robbery, and a suspected act of terrorism. I’ll get all three cases ready to go to trial. The culprit has been found, and the situation has been resolved. If you don’t start suggesting a promotion for me and reviewing my salary soon, I’ll have to resort to more drastic measures and make sure we get a new boss to replace you. Maybe me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Something definitely seems off with your attitude, and your demeanor the following week, acting like you own the whole place, that you already have been promoted. It pisses me off, and my investigation into your background gets deeper and thicker. You are not such a clean case yourself. And that only reflects in the last three cases - two of which the defendant turns out to be falsely accused, and yet, still jailed.

I have never felt so responsible or ashamed of being the one who pushed the cases in this direction... at the hands of one of my officers. I can spot you from time to time sitting at your desk, staring at me as I keep reading your dossier. Something irks me, and stirs in me anytime I see you piercing a hole into me with your looks. I decide to make a few calls, and soon... I get feedback to confirm my suspicion. You are a dirty rat... You are behind most of the cases you have racked up... rigging, fixing and building them to make you look like the perfect detective.

DREAM BREAKER:

I see you staring at me through the window. You have that fucking stupid smile on your face; nobody can tell what it means, and probably you don't know it yourself. I smile back and show you my thumb, but when I pull my hand down under my desk, I replace the thumb with my middle finger. "Smile while you can. Soon it will be me sitting in that office while you are patrolling traffic somewhere out of the city," I think to myself.

Then luck decides to enter into the game as our department receives a new case: a murder scene in a hostel located on one of the highways leading into the city. I lift up my muscular ass from the seat and rush into your office, once more without knocking on the door before. "Boss, did you see this? This case is meant for me. Don't you think this case is meant for me?" I stay staring at your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I keep looking at my phone, reading the alert. Raising my hand, I dismiss you... "Yes. Go ahead. Take the lead. I will meet you there at the site." And before I can lift my eyes to look at you, I hear the door slam and you are gone. 'He's in a hurry...' I think to myself. 'Weird.' But I shrug the idea and finish reading the last couple of pages of your folder. My eyes go wide at that moment... from what I am reading, but still not sure if it is a fact or just a rumor by the guy who wrote the statement. 'Could the officer really be that dirty and corrupt? Is this why this precinct is in such a damn deplorable state?' I close the folder on my desk and get up, grabbing my jacket to head to the scene of the crime... in a rush.

DREAM BREAKER:

When I arrive at the crime scene, the local police have already cordoned off the area. I show them my badge and order them to leave the area and make sure no one steps inside the cordoned-off area. Then I survey the scene, and a satisfied smile appears across my face. By changing just a few things, moving a few objects around, I could create a new scenario that would explain what happened and shed light on the matter.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Stepping out of the vehicle at the crime scene, the place is almost deserted except for a young officer standing next to another police car. I ask him what was going on and he informs me that you are inside, and have ordered everyone to leave, dismissing them having done a good job enclosing the space.

I get angry and even more suspicious as I rush inside only to find you there, walking around, "inspecting" the area. "Found anything interesting?" The place is a mess, but until I read and analyze the report for myself, I cannot be sure what really happened - or if you have tampered with anything here. My phone rings and its a call I need to take. "I am heading to the courthouse. Follow me there... Leave this place now to the forensics team, they are on their way." I leave in a hurry.

DREAM BREAKER:

"What the hell are you doing here? You didn't have to go to all this trouble, I can handle this on my own," my voice sounds startled at first, but I calm down quickly when I realize you haven't actually seen anything "out of the ordinary." "Yeah, nothing so out of the ordinary that I couldn't figure it out myself." You can consider this case closed," I say confidently. I watch your face as you speak seriously on the phone, and finally you ask me to follow you to the courthouse. "Don’t worry, boss. Everything’s taken care of here. See you there soon!" I assure you as we leave the area.

I wait a moment until I see your car’s taillights disappear into traffic, then jump into my own car, not to go to the courthouse, but to the police station. On the way, I chuckle to myself, imagining how you’re going to embarrass yourself in the courtroom. That could be an aggravating factor, enough to get you transferred and free up the chief’s position for ME!”

At this time of the afternoon, the precinct is quiet; only a few rookies stare at me as I open the door to your office with determined movements, step inside, close the door behind me, and pull the blinds on the windows shut. I sit down in your comfortable office chair and turn on the monitors while flipping through the folders on your desk. “Oh, here’s my last case, too.” I see that you’ve made notes and stuck Post-it notes on my report. “What an idiot, he’s clearly in the wrong position,” I think to myself as I toss the folder back onto the desk, leaning back in your chair and resting my feet on your desk. “I could easily get used to this. Maybe even soon!”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I arrive to the courthouse, expecting you to get there a couple of minutes after me. Presenting my papers of the previous case to the judge for a hearing... he smiles at me, knowing I always come prepared. He asks me about the detective in charge of the case and I inform him that you will be arriving any minute. But soon, we both find out and realize we are being stood up, left there waiting. He gets angry and gives me a warning... that doesn't sit in well with me.

DREAM BREAKER:

With my feet up on the desk, leaning back in your cushioned chair, I flip through a few folders and toss them back onto the desk. “That man is a complete imbecile; he doesn’t have the slightest clue how to handle management duties. I look at the shelves on the walls and can almost already see all the certificates of honor and awards I’d receive. The thought is so fucking exciting that it makes something stir in my pants. I can’t help but close my eyes and softly rub my stiffening crotch.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"The fuck you doing in here?" As I slam the door behind me and startle you from your daydream. "You were supposed to meet me at the courthouse. Your insolence has costed me... but you will pay dearly for it." My eyes move slightly to one side and I notice the screen on the computer showing your file. I clench my fists, getting even more pissed.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Oh, I forgot that completely. I had other, more important stuff to do!" I am not even trying to hide the file on the screen or my arrogance. "How did it go? Did you manage to annoy the judge?", I start to laugh as I stand up from the seat. You have a very comfortable chair and room. Actually, I could really see myself in this room. If you know what I mean, boss". I step closer to with a cocky attitude until my pecs are just an inch from yours.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I watch you walk towards me slowly, cockishly, no remorse, no regret, and it annoys me. I am boiling with anger, but I need to remain in control and calm. As you get closer, I notice for the first time how much taller you are from me. "You are quite the cocky one." I fold my arms across my chest, to keep you at least a feet away from me. "You been playing your cards right so far... you should be careful of your next move." Not flinching while staring back at you.

DREAM BREAKER:

"Play my cards right? Is that so, boss?" My voice is clearly arrogant as I bounce my pecs at you. "I always play my cards right, mate," I chuckle, staring at your eyes when all of a sudden I snap a tight grip of your bulge, wrapping my fingers around your balls and squeeze them hard. "I think it's all about a question of balls, don't you think so? Sir?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I wince at first, but then smile, and instantly clap your ears hard, ringing you. "You fucking fool. You think I was sent here by mistake? You really thought I did not know what I am up against?" I clap you a second time, making sure you are dazed and disoriented, enough to let go of my balls and reel backwards. "You just made things easier for me now. Easier to just take you out without having to justify myself." As you take a step or two backwards, I get closer, balls a fist and slam it hard into your un-flexed gut, sending you over my desk to the other side.

I fly onto the desk, knocking your laptop and files onto the floor with my body. My ears are ringing, my vision is blurry, and there’s a huge red bruise on my stomach where you sank your fist. Few men have ever even managed to knock me down with a gut punch, but you did it on your first try. “Who the fuck are you, really?” I ask, trying to recover as you approach me. My legs are dangling off the edge of the table, just in time as I suddenly lift my right leg, aiming a powerful kick at your massive bulge.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I jump back, making you miss your target. "I am the guy they send to clean up." I smile as I smack your leg out of the way as you miss. I step towards you, at your side, and drop and elbow into your gut again, at the same spot as my first hit. Straighten up, grab you by your hair and pull you off the desk and onto the floor.

DREAM BREAKER:

My body hits the floor with a loud thud while my hands are rubbing the aching spot in my abs. Your strikes are strong and precise, similar to those I have seen sometimes to break the abs, brick by brick. But you don't know with whom you are dealing with. I let you get closer, towering over me. And when you lean forward, I return the favor and send an uppercut into your lower abs, just above your waistline. "What now, boss?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I reel back, in pain, coughing and groaning. Recovering fast, and seeing you get up to your feet, I rush towards you, jump and roundhouse kick you in the head, sending you down again. "You better stay down, and accept that you will be dealt with for what you have done. You will be sanctioned, and sent to where you belong..." I lift a leg and axe you in the back, forcing you down. I grind my heel into your lower back, threateningly. "But then again... maybe not." I laugh.

DREAM BREAKER:

This time, the air is knocked out of my lungs as I crash to the ground. I try to crawl away from you, but your firm grip with your foot on my lower back pins me firmly in place. I hear your words, but I’m not sure I understand them. No man has ever been able to take me down this quickly, or, in fact, ever. I try to roll onto my back so I can see you and defend myself better. “What do you mean… with maybe not?”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I ease my foot off your back and smile as you turn around and look at me. Pulling back, I wave at you, egging you to get to your feet and face me. "You have never been in such a situation, right? You have always had people submit to you... Not this time..." I spread my arms wide open. "Lets make this a fair fight... Take your best shot." I know you might take a cheap shot to my bulge, I am ready. I smile at you.

DREAM BREAKER:

I shake my head, trying to get rid of all those fucking stars as I inhale deep, filling my lungs with air. Snapping my neck and straightening my back, I bounce my pecs, something that usually leaves my opponents impressed, I stare at you. "Is that so? My best shot? Remember you asked for it," I chuckle as I rush forward, jumping in the midair, lunging at you. I lower my shoulders and try to spear your chest while my arms wrap around your neck, keeping your body close to mine. "You are done, boss.", I hiss aiming my knee into your bulge.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I step backwards, making you miss your hold on my neck, but I cannot move in time from your knee to my bulge. I take the distasteful shot and drop to one knee. "I knew you would go for a lousy cheap one." As you land in front of me, I ball up a fist and shoot it straight into your bulge, leveling the playing field, making you drop in front of me. "You are pathetic. Predictable." As you drop, I snap grab your head by your cheeks and headbutt you in the face hard, bloodying your nose.

DREAM BREAKER:

I’ve been hit in the balls before, but never with such precision or such devastating force as this. You finish your attack with a swift headbutt that breaks my nose as I finally fall to my knees before you, my upper body folding downward like a condemned man begging for mercy from his executioner. The pain spreads from my groin through my lower abdomen to my entire body, nearly paralyzing me. I feel nauseous, as if I want to vomit. “This can’t end like this!” I say to myself in my mind as I lift my head and cling to your ankles. But I’m afraid my grip isn’t strong enough, because the malicious grin on your face doesn’t fade. It only grows wider.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back, freeing my leg from your weak grip. "You are a pathetic detective. Playing around with evidence to fit your rationale, and make you look like the case-maker. No wonder this place remains a dump... only you benefiting from it. You are as corrupt as the criminals you put behind bars... And now, its time to get a taste of your own medicine... defeat." I unbutton my shirt and start peeling it off me, revealing my muscular arms for the first time and my pumped upper-body still trapped in a tight tank top. I don't realize the door to the office is open and a couple of officers are standing there, watching the fight in awe until one of them gasps as I flex my arms, making them ripple. I also notice your eyes glued to the veins that are popping and the fibers that are twitching under my taught skin.

DREAM BREAKER:

I knew you were muscular, that your body was pumped and defined, but when you took off your shirt and I saw those arms and chest adorned with thick veins, along with that perfect eight-pack, I took a deep breath. Despite my status, something stirred in my pants, tightening the fabric against my crotch. Several rookie cops peeked through the door, watching our struggle in fascination. I don’t know where I found the strength to get to my feet, rip my shirt off, and reveal my own muscles to you, my giant pecs bouncing. To my disappointment, not even a flicker of expression crossed your face, not even when I pulled my arm back tightly, staggering slightly, clenched my hand into a fist, and, without warning, tried to punch you right in the center of your body.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I watch, unflinching, unmoved as your fist lands squarely in my gut... with a loud thud. I flex my whole core and stand firmly, taking in the punch without even flinching. On the contrary, my lips break into a wide grin. "That's it? That all you got?" I must admit deep inside that you pack a mean punch and I have to flex real hard to resist it, but seeing the worried look on your face is the best reward. It is starting to register that your time as cop is coming to an end, that you have been made and your plot is unraveling. "What's the matter detective? Things are not going according to your plans?" I spread my arms wide now, watching you pull back slowly. I notice your gaze distracted between looking at me, and watching something going on behind me. I don't even bother looking back to see what it is. I am focused on you... although I can hear whispers, talking, and some panting behind us.

DREAM BREAKER:

Several colleagues have now gathered in the doorway to watch us. None of them dare, or perhaps want, to intervene in our struggle, instead, they watch us with obvious excitement. I take a deep breath as I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, giving me new determination and new strength, at least for a moment. I can’t just give up like that in front of everyone. I clench my teeth, spread my arms wide as I lunge at you, wrapping them around both sides of your neck and pulling you violently against me. Our bodies grinding against each other, I try to sink your face into the deep cleft between my thick pecs while my knee rises toward your crotch. “Maybe my career is over, but before that I beat your ass, little boss,” I hiss into your ear.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As my head slams between your pecs, I hear you threaten me... And see your knee rise towards my crotch. I bring my hand down and stop it an inch from my bulge. "That is not going to happen. I'll make sure of that." I shove your hands away, pull back and strike up with a european uppercut, a hard elbow to your chin, snapping your head back and making you reel back towards the office wall. "You will go down hard, in front of the same people you have been casting a shadow over."

DREAM BREAKER:

My back slams against the wall with such force that the photographs and all kinds of medals and certificates fall to the floor as I drop to my knees. I can barely lift my face when you’re already standing in front of me. There’s no smile or grin on your face, it’s deadly serious. The guys at the door stay quiet, none of them dare to take a step. I lift up my arms to protect my face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I snap grab you by your throat as you try to lift your head to look at me. Slamming you to the wall, I start lifting you, to your tip toes, and then off the floor. "You want to know who I am?" I ask smiling at you. "I am the guy that higher authority send to investigate corrupt people like you, assess, and take out. We cannot have anymore leaks and holes in the force." I laugh, throwing my head back, before spinning around and pulling off the wall, I slam you down to the desk hard. "Well... depends on the hole." As I pin you face down and slide my hand over your ass trapped in your tight uniform pants. I push a finger along the crack. Then I smack it hard.

DREAM BREAKER:

You slam my 140 kilos down on the hard table as if I were a frail little boy, and in the midst of all my despair, I wonder, where the hell do you get all that strength? I squirm like a worm on a hook, my face pressed against the teak tabletop, as I feel the slap of your hand on my buttocks. My fellow workers, staring from the doorway, chuckle as they watch the events unfold with amusement. “What the fuck do you want? To teach me a lesson by spanking my ass like I’m some schoolboy?” But the moment I feel your hand reach for my belt buckle and unbutton my pants, I realize you have something else entirely in mind.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"A lesson you will learn. But my way... one that you might be quite familiar with too..." I pull down your pants and this time, my finger sliding this time on your tight muscular ass and then into the crack. I push one finger into your hole as I spread your cheeks and hook it. And before you can object or even try to fight or buck back, I slide a second finger in making sure you are trapped a bit more. I lift a leg and place a knee at your neck on the desk, pinning you down forcibly. Your mates watching both in horror and in awe at what is happening - it is clear most of them have a look of relief on their faces.

DREAM BREAKER:

It feels as if high-voltage electricity is being channeled through my body, stunning me into complete paralysis. I can feel my tight canal contracting around your fingers as my head jerks backward and a deep, low moan escapes my lips. The men at the door start breathing heavier, staring at us audibly with a lustful look. “You’re mistaken about me; I’m not one of those guys. "Please, don't do this to me", I start to beg you, knowing you are far from ending what ever you have in mind.

Some of the guys at the door already have their dicks in their hands, and others are rubbing them through their briefs. The last spark of a fighter flares up inside me. “Fucking idiots, stop jerking off and come to help,” I command in an irritated voice as I feel the boss’s fingers stimulating my sweet spot and making my cock hard as a steel rod between my legs. The men don’t keep me waiting but rush toward us, horny as fuck. A wicked grin appears on my face as I can almost already see what’s about to happen. “It’s time for a change of power!” shouts one. “This idiot’s career ends here,” boasts another man. But my smile quickly fades as they grab my arms and legs, painfully spreading them to their limits while pinning me tightly against the table. “We’re with you, boss,” one of them says to you. “Let me go. That’s an order!” I scream in a rage, struggling in vain to free myself.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Seeing them rush towards you, I pull my fingers out of your ass and pull back a couple of steps, giving them space. I watch them grabbing you by your legs and arms and pulling you suddenly tight, stretched taught... I smile knowing that it is only pent up rage against you that they are letting out, having been oppressed, dominated and controlled over the years. It is all coming back now. For a couple of seconds, I am excited but then I get angry. This is supposed to be my fight... the punishment I inflict. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM..." I scream at them and they stop instantly. They look at me with fear and awe. Waving them off you, I step back towards you, pin you down again and slide back my fingers into your ass... three digits this time making you scream like a banshee. The repressed horny betrayed cops around cheer as you scream loudly.

DREAM BREAKER:

For a moment I feel relieved when the guys pull their hands away and step aside, but my joy is premature. They gather around us and continue stroking, watching me screaming as you force your fingers into my bleeding ass, squirming under your tight control. "Please, anything. Ask me anything, but don't do this!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Should have thought of that before. Its too late now." As I push a fourth finger into your hole. "Gonna need to loosen you a bit for what is coming..." As I pull my cock with my other hand from my pants and some of the cops around gasp loudly. I smile... "Yeah. Punishment is brutal." I tell them as I see them start stroking faster around you. I give you no time to understand what is happening, pulling my fingers out of you and replacing them with my cock, pinning you more to the desk, screwing you in place.

DREAM BREAKER:

If I screamed like a banshee before, now my screams could be heard in all the building when your cock is stretching my once-tight hole even more. This seems to excite the guys around me, making them spray precum on my head and back. Your cock is hammering my joynut each time you thrust that killer cock into my leaking hole, making my body tremble involuntarily as I feel you pushing me closer to that edge that would make me shoot my load against my will. I don't have strength to fight back as I bury my face against the hard table hoping it would all be over soon.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I reach in, grab your hair and pull your head back. "No more cases for you. The alpha in this precinct is dead... Hahahahaha." I wave over one of the big fat cops to position himself in front of you. I push my cock deeper into you, forcing you more onto the desk, your head and face towards his cock. I make you take it like a good boy. "Suck on it... Your survival in this place depends on it." I start pounding your ass hard, coring you out.

DREAM BREAKER:

I don’t have really a choice. When you pound your cock violently deeper than ever inside my bleeding ass, my mouth drops wide open for a cry as the big Joe shoves his fat cock deep into my mouth suffocating my scream. I try to suck it the best I can but the guy is forcing it all the time deeper and deeper, almost into my throat when your cock is drilling my ass harder and harder. I cannot help but gag, lubricating my throat more as Joe forces his cock into my throat. I am impaled, spitroasted violently. My body convulsing uncontrollably as I shoot my load on the table.

MUSCLE MARINE:

In no time, you start shaking under both of us and to the eyes of all the cops around. Your cock starts firing shot after shot onto the desk, down its side and onto the floor - a load that feels like it has been pent up for days. I laugh as I pull out of you, making you drop backwards, off the desk and into the cum puddle you just created. "You are done here. How does it feel to be humbled now?"

DREAM BREAKER:

Your words fuel the rage inside me all over again. “No one, no one, humiliates me like that without paying dearly for it, you damn baboon!” I bellow furiously, like a raging bull, and struggle until I manage to lift my torso off the table. “You may have balls, but you’ve got no brain,” I hiss as I swing my elbow backward, slamming it into your ribs while I twist my hips sideways with your cock still throbbing inside me. “And soon you won’t even have a cock anymore!” I threaten, trying to bend your stiff cock at an unnatural angle.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I grab your elbow and stop it clean. I tighten my grip with my steel fingers around it and start crushing it. My other hand clamp at that same shoulder and twists in the opposite direction until a loud snap is heard. Your screams fill the room again, cutting your threats short. I pin you down again onto the desk, slam deep into your hole and start unloading, breeding you deep. "You will do nothing. Your time of corruption is over. There is a new sheriff in town..." I pull out of you violently and step back, and as you drop from the desk, and turn around, you see for the first time what has pierced you so deeply. I stand there, smiling, fists at my hips as I see your battered bruised and broken body slump to the floor. "I will give you one more chance to end this and accept the consequences." Although deep inside I know you will not take the easy way out...

DREAM BREAKER:

I fall onto my back on the ground, staring at the enormous meat sword swinging in front of me, dripping with blood and sperm, between your legs. I don’t have a small dick myself, but that rod swinging defiantly in front of me is something beyond comprehension. It has stretched my insides and my narrow opening into a limp, cum-dripping hole. The men around me are cumming all over me as they witness your immense masculinity. With my other hand in tatters, I try to put some distance between us, staring you in the face: “You don’t know me, you idiot. I’ll never give up until I see you on your knees, begging and crying for forgiveness.” I lean back, lifting my other leg to deliver a surprise kick toward your balls, which are hanging heavily in front of you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I jump backwards just in time, making you miss with your slow attack. Laughing, I jump and spin kick you in the head, sending you flat down. "I am giving you an easy way out. A couple of months in disciplinary confinement and I can get you out... and this is the answer you give me?" I get closer to you, squat and crouch over you. Grabbing your head by your hair, I pull your torso up again to a sitting position. I bitchslap you a couple of time to wake you up again. Then grabbing you by your face with both hands, I pull you up to your feet, and lean you back to the desk behind you. "I'll give you a chance one more time... Or else..."

DREAM BREAKER:

I come to, leaning against the table with my arms folded. My head is buzzing and blood is streaming down my face as I listen to your proposal. My white teeth are revealed beneath my blood-stained face as I smile at you in a strange, mocking way. “All right, I’ll accept your offer; I’ll take this last chance,” I pause as my smile twists into a tight grimace. “...The last chance to eliminate you permanently!” Without warning and with my last ounce of strength, I drive my right fist into the center of your chest, trying to shatter the soft cartilage between your pecs...

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take the hit, and step forwards more, making your fist bend to one side, losing its impact on my chest. I wrap my arms around you and pull your face to mine, forehead to forehead. "You really thought I would be so stupid as to believe you? You are so predictable." I hold your face tight now with both hands. Lifting my leg into your exposed nuts now, I trap them between the edge of the desk and my striking knee. Just as you feel the urge to bend over from the pain, I slide your head under my arms, lock them around your neck and pull up sharply, and tightly... A loud crack is heard and your four limbs drop instantly... limp. I look around at the shocked faces looking at what just happened. Some of them are convulsing still, others are on their knees... I hold you there for a moment.

DREAM BREAKER:

The pain is unbearable your knee flattening my nuts, threatening to pop them and cutting my breathing completely as I feel your man-scent against my nose. The hold of your arms around my head is tightening, making me think for a moment if you wanted to explode my head between them when a sharp pain, that lasts only for a few seconds, hits my neck. I can hear a dry, loud cracking sound but will never know what caused it...

Officer Breaker’s massive body fell to the ground like a sack of rocks, while the new boss calmly wiped his cock clean on the officer’s hair. The other officers began pulling their pants back on, looking at their new boss with mixed feelings of fear and respect as he sat down calmly behind his desk and, in a quiet, almost bored tone, ordered the men to clean up the mess and leave him to work, as if nothing had happened. The men looked at one another in silence; not a word was needed. It was clear to all of them:
THE POWER EXCHANGE was completed.

Published: 2026-07-08, viewed 79 times.