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Arrogant, Cocky 21-Year-Old Biker Faces A Bad Cop
(Part 1)
When the bad cop known as Steve is on patrol, it's time for every punk to get off the streets. One thing Steve hates is a punk that's completely full of himself doing the wrong thing on the road, resulting in lives being put in danger.
However, one punk, perhaps the most arrogant, cockiest, but, above all, sexiest of all, either hasn't gotten that message or simply doesn't care. Luke Dexter does what he wants when he wants, legal or illegal. On many occasions Luke has been spoken to by officers of the law for noise or his illegal wheelies. Despite that, Luke continues to rev his motorcycle to the max and perform the odd wheelie when he thinks no one is around.
Unfortunately for him, though, Steve is around and sees Luke performing a wheelie, 1 too many for him, and in the spirit of ensuring the safety of all road users, he pulls the stud over.
Most punks crumble and or shake in their boots when they have a run-in with this cop. Luke, on the other hand, is quite the opposite and throughout this traffic stop has no issue abusing and invading the personal space of Officer Steve. Steve wants to fine the stud for his reckless behaviour; Luke, on the other hand, doesn't want the fine, worsening his already bad situation.
Clearly there is only one way to settle this: with Steve abandoning his body camera, both he and the arrogant stud lose their shirts, close their mouths, and start communicating with their fists. The battle is tough, but ultimately only one can emerge victorious.
Will the Bad Cop Steve put the punk in his much needed place?
Or
Will the arrogant punk that is Luke Dexter assert his young dominance over the officer of the law?
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Luke Dexter
Bad Cop Steve
Luke Dexter
The wind blowing over my body; the setting sun shining brightly on my body; not to mention the physical freedom I’m feeling as I ride through the neighborhood is immense. Why so many other people don’t ride is honestly above me, but it means fewer bikes to compete with on the road. Looking around through my auto-tinted motorcycle helmet, I can see no one is around, no one walking, no one driving, and of course, no one riding, apart from me. So, with a mischievous grin on my face and the lick of my lips, I turn my hand to open the throttle up. The tachometer almost redlines from being in 1st gear, and using the muscles in my body, I lean backwards and pull the front of my bike up off the ground and onto my back wheel, performing an epic wheelie. However, by the time I let gravity push my bike back onto two wheels, I’m no longer alone on the road. Looking in my wing mirrors, I can see I’ve got a tail with flashing red n blue lights and a siren. Rolling my eyes, I flick on my orange flashing indicator and pull up on the side of the road, killing the engine with the kill switch upon stopping. Immediately thereafter, I remove my hands from the handlebars and start to take off my gloves, ready to potentially get my license and proof of insurance out.
Bad Cop Steve
I drive my patrol car near a viaduct so I can’t be detected. I’m on patrol duty today, looking for speeders on this quiet country road. I got my speedo metre ready and pointed at the road. It’s a warm day so I have the driver side window open to get some fresh air. Dressed in my full uniform and cop toys handy nearby. I have just started my shit and watch the sun slowly set when all of a sudden I hear this loud thundering motor. Right away I think the sound is way too loud according to road regulation. Seconds later this motorbike speeds past me. I look at the speed metre and it reads 63mph. 28mph over the limit. I turn the siren on and chase the motorbike.
About 500 metres later, the biker notices the siren and my flashing lights. He does his signal and parks his motorbike and stops the motor. I park my car behind him. I get out of the car and slowly make my way towards you on the dirt road. I look at your licence on the back of your bike and it’s partly covered with mud. Another infraction. This asshole will have a hefty ticket when I’m through with him. I walk up closer to you with one hand near my revolver. You never around these parts who you can encounter. You sit there quietly and watch you remove our helmet. You’re digging in your wallet. You know the drill already. You re staring at my muscled 6’0 200lbs body in my tight uniform. I stare at you in your motorbike gear. You look fit and feel my cock stir under my trouser and jock. “Good evening boy! What’s the hurry? I stopped you for a few road safety infractions. One) speeding over the limit by 28mph…2) doing a wheelie on one wheel, which is not permitted on this road for safety reasons and finally your licence plate is not clearly visible. Now hand over your licence. If you cooperate, you can go on to your destination. No funny business YOU GOT THAT!” I scowl in a deep voice.” I look at you through my shades and bring them on my head and stick out my gloved hand to grab your licence.
Luke Dexter
Like smooth butter, my helmet slides off my head, exposing my super sexy face, only to be perfected more when I slide my left hand through my slightly sweat-dampened hair to fix it up a little and make myself look a little more presentable. All the while I hear you talking to me, but I’m too occupied with myself to listen to a word of what you say. Only when you get louder and scowl at me do I snap out of my self-attention and give you my somewhat full attention. Carefully I place my helmet on top of my black, recently removed gloves just in front of me and pick up my wallet that I placed in my lap seconds earlier. Without any care in the world, I grab out my license and pass it to you while speaking my first words to you, “So what’s the problem, huh? I didn’t harm anyone; no one was around,” I say in a somewhat boring tone of voice, confirming to you that I wasn’t listening to a word you said earlier and instead was too focused on my perfect self.
Bad Cop Steve
You seem more interested on how you look and being concentrated on yourself more than paying attention to me. Is this guy dumb or just full of himself? I ask myself. Of course I did notice that he looks hot but I don’t want that act to affect my task at hand with you. I snatch your licence out of your hand. “You missed the point boy, it’s not about what you might have caused, the point is there are rules to follow and you broke 3 already. Maybe I should put you through a breathalyser test as well as I suspect you might be under an influence or you’re just a dumb boy. “I huff out annoyed and push out my big pecs in my tight shirt, straining the shirt buttons. “You just sit there quietly while I go check your licence on my system. Don’t move and behave or you will get in deeper shit. You got that Boy?” I say slowly and walk away slowly to my patrol car. I open the driver door and take a seat inside the car and go through the process of checking your licence. I keep my eyes on you as well. I type slowly and take my time to make you wait for as long I can. I’m also writing your very salty ticket as well.
According to the system, this is not your first offence. I smile quietly and increase the amount of your ticket. I step out of the car and leave the door open. I put my shades back on and walk over towards you. I hand you the hefty sized ticket with a grin on my face. When you see the amount your eyes grow big. “This answers your question of what the problem is.” I smirk “have a good evening Boy and respect the road traffic rules in the future” The sun is about to set with the day time coming to an end and the evening about to start.
Luke Dexter
I can feel the anger starting to boil inside me, anger that’s 100% directed solely at you, but I do my best to contain it by clenching my teeth and fists while trying to remain focused on the fact that I’m on the way to the gym. The energy I would use letting my anger take control could be used at the gym. Thanks to that, and thanks to the thoughts of what else I could do at the gym, my anger stops boiling inside of me and instead drops to a light simmer. Also knowing that seeing people drool over me helps calm me down, I pull out my phone, hold it up, and take a quick sexy selfie that I quickly upload onto my Instagram page. Something I know will turn even straight guys on, and not to mention, fuel my ego.
Before that can happen, much to my displeasure, you return, making me roll my eyes but not say or do anything apart from take my license back, followed by the piece of paper that I immediately look at. Before I can even finish, and before you can get back to the patrol car, my eyes practically bulge out of their sockets at the cost of the fine you’ve just given me. In an instant my anger starts re-boiling again, and without any thought, I put my bike’s kickstand up and lean it over onto it so I can get up on my feet. “HEY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I AIN'T FUCKING PAYING YOU, THE CITY, OR ANYONE THAT FUCKING MUCH," I yell out at you as I scrunch up your fine and throw it at you, not caring that you’re an officer of the law. Instead only caring about the ridiculousness of this ongoing situation.
Bad Cop Steve
I have a big smile on my face when I see your reaction after you took a look at the hefty fine you just received from me. The look on your face completely changed after you just took a selfie of yourself on your bike. You start screaming at me that the amount is outrageous and you threaten not to pay the ticket. You throw the balled up fine and throw it at me. It bounces off my big pecs. I just grin and fold my arms over my pecs. I kick the balled up ticket at you. “Crime doesn’t pay punk boi. You will know better than to disrespect the traffic laws of this town” Of course I made the bill higher just to piss you off more. “You better pay the bill or you will be in deeper shit if you don’t. You can contest but it will be my word against yours. Who will a judge believe, an officer or a pretty boi punk. A COP of course” I grin. “I strongly suggest you pick up your bill or I will hand you another one for littering a public domain and watch your language in front of a cop. Now get over there and pick it up NOW” I say sternly.
Luke Dexter
I shake my head from side to side a few times at what you’re saying and, quite frankly, the way you’re saying it. You demand respect from me, but the way you’re disrespecting me shows me that you don’t deserve it. I only respect those that respect me, and sometimes even when they do, I still won’t, and you are no exception to that. So in an act of pure defiance against you, I hold my ground and outright refuse to pick it up and continue my disrespect towards you by raising my right hand and giving you the finger. “Fuck you, pig. Make me pick it up. Oh, that’s right, you can’t legally put your hands on me because of that body cam of yours, so what are you going to fucking do about it?” I ask, briefly holding my arms out, before placing my hands gently on my hips, biceps involuntarily bulging into the sleeves of my black leather jacket.
Bad Cop Steve
You are getting on my nerve and feel my muscles start to tense up in my uniform. You are still cussing and swearing back at me, after I gave you a warning about that. I would love to smack that face of yours but you are right about the fact that I am wearing a body cam. I could turn it off or I can do as I said, which is to give you another ticket for littering. I glare back at you with my arms crossed over my meaty pecs and look at your handsome body but with an attitude of arrogance and cockiness. “You're right, I could make you pick it up but you would be crying to a judge afterwards for assaulting your pretty muscles and face. In-stead I will give you another ticket for littering.” I take out my pad from my back pocket and pull out a pen from my shirt pocket. I have your details from the previous copy of the ticket I handed to you. I stay calm and write up the ticket. “You could have followed my orders and save your money to groom your pretty boy body BUT NO that mouth of yours wants a ticket instead. A ticket you shall have” I finish writing the ticket and this time I stuff it in your jacket pocket. “Done, now get back on your bike and beat it pretty boi” I scoff sternly.
Luke Dexter
My anger is now internally boiling over, but physical signs of it are clearly visible as well. Tightly clenched, white-knuckled fists; clenched jaw; excessively deep breathing; and beneath my jacket and shirt, a well-tensed, ripped body. Anger almost takes full control of me when you invade my personal space to shove another ticket in my jacket pocket; however, despite having a massive desire to wipe that look off your face with a nice right hook from me, I maintain some level of control of myself and simply shove you back out of my space using both of my clenched fists, careful to not do anything too excessive in front of your recording body camera. As I shove you back, I spit out with pure anger and venom, “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!!!! AND HERE, TAKE THIS BACK TOO." I throw the now scrunched-up new ticket at your face before turning away and walking back to my motorcycle but briefly turn back and mouth the words, “piece of shit," at you.
Bad Cop Steve
The tension is building between us, especially after I shoved that ticket in your jacket pocket. I watch your temples flair up and your muscles bulge up. I keep calm throughout. But I’m starting to get angry when you swear back at me and cuss me. You pull the ticket out of your pocket and scrunch it up and throw it in my face. When you call me a piece of shit. I feel the anger build up inside me. My blood is already boiling after you shoved me back. “You’re a big pain in the ass punk. How dare you shove me and touch me and call me names. If you keep testing me and if you keep going, you won’t like what I will do to you punk. You’re probably worried about this body cam. I can always turn it off, especially if you continue to hiss back at me and don’t get back on your bike right now, you will be in big trouble.” I warn you. My gloved fists are clenched. I hunch down to pick up your ticket and throw it back in your face. “Pick that up and get the fuck out of my face.” I shout.
Luke Dexter
By now I’ve picked up my helmet and am about to put it on when I hear the word "body camera” and what you might do with it to avoid any of this being seen. Still with an anger-filled, by now slightly evil-filled look on my face, I put my helmet back on my bike, again using the gloves resting beneath it for some protection and padding. Not caring for the scrunched-up fine you threw at me, I kick it aside and strip off my leather jacket. Gently I toss my jacket over my helmet before reapproaching you. Despite a black shirt still covering my upper body, it can’t completely hide the shredded body I have, and without my jacket, my powerful, well-built, already flexing arms are completely on display. Like my biceps, my veins start to bulge out of my skin, ending my sexy look, the beginning of a sexy manly tattoo on my right upper arm, the rest hidden beneath the black fabric of my shirt. “Turn your body cam off and make me pick up your fucking fine. Or do you lack the balls, huh?” I ask, getting right in your face again, my fists clenching tighter and tighter with every passing second, soon making my knuckles crack and numbing my hands from the continued restricted blood flow.
Bad Cop Steve
I keep an eye on you as you walk towards your bike and you're about to put our helmet back but then you change your mind. You rest your helmet back on your bike and put your gloves back on. You remove your leather jacket and toss it over your helmet. You show off your upper body, biceps, tattoo in your short sleeve black t-shirt. I feel a challenge coming on. You look fit but I don’t let it affect me, instead it turns me on and feel my bulge stir under my trousers and jock. I cross my arms over my pecs and show off my bulging biceps. My short sleeves feel tight around my guns. You don’t pick up the ticket on the ground and kick it in the wind. I hear your challenge. I look around and see no one around. I press the button to off on my body cam. I remove my utility belt with toys and empty my shirt pockets. “I got the balls alright and I will make you eat your ticket. You asked for this so don’t go crying to anyone after I kick your ass. Your muscles are all for show, so it shouldn’t take long to break you. Let’s go to that clearing in the field so no one can witness what we are about to do.” At this time of day there isn’t much traffic. I use my key to lock the doors on my unmarked patrol car and slide keys back in my pocket. I walk over to the clearing in this wild field and wave at you to join me “Come on boy, let’s see what you got!”
Luke Dexter
Without any hesitation, I follow you off the side of the road to the clearing. Upon reaching it, and with ample space between us, I grab the collar of my tightly stretched shirt and pull it over my head, gradually exposing my shredded upper body. An upper body that most men can only dream of having. Rock-hard, ultra-well-defined abs; meaty, stone pecs; wide, cannonball shoulders; my right one containing the sexy tattoo partly seen when I was wearing my shirt. With the slightest of movements, my muscles tense and ripple, specifically on my bare, also well-defined back. “So what do I get when I kick your ass, huh? No tickets?” I ask, while taking a quick moment to stretch and cockily flex my arms.
Bad Cop Steve
You follow me to the clearing without any hesitation. You go back to showing off when you remove your black t-shirt and show off those tight pecs, defined bricks, impressive guns and tat on one shoulder. My cock stirs and lick my lips. You make a tasty meal for sure. I will have my work cut out for sure against you, but I remain confident I can defeat you. I guess you're inviting me to do the same. I have no problem with that. I unsnap the buttons of my cop shirt after putting my shades in my shirt pocket. No more worries about the body cam since it’s attached to my shirt. I toss my shirt to the ground. We are far enough from the road to not be detected. I show off my furry upper body. I got good strong biceps and a tight set of ab ridges. I make my pecs bounce and flex my guns back at you. I have this sun shape tat on my shoulder. Both of us have leather gloves on. I circle around you to take a good look at your young muscled body. You mention what is at stake. “I’ll go for that, I win you go home with the ticket. You win and you give me back the ticket and I will rip it, that goes or the previous ticket as well? We are alone and based on your bulge, we can up the stakes if you’re not a chicken about it. If you know what I mean.” I wink.
Luke Dexter
Looking your body over, I’m far from impressed and actually chuckle a little under my breath at how pathetic you look. Someone clearly older than me and who could have been training their body longer than me doesn’t nearly have as good a body as someone several years younger than them. “Pathetic” I say it under my breath before responding to you. “Yeah, both tickets are gone. And do I look like a chicken? My ass is on the line, but only if your ass is too, or are you too big a pussy to do that? As I talk, I show yet more of the arrogance I possess by placing both of my hands behind my head and flexing. My abs harden till they turn bulletproof; biceps pop and threaten to rip through the stretched skin surrounding them; and pecs both stretch and flex, oozing power like the rest of my body does. Also, my cock shows its first signs of life by growing and stirring softly in my gear, barely noticeable to you, but more than noticeable for me.
Bad Cop Steve
By the look on your face, you are not impressed by my furrier muscled body and even hear the word “pathetic” because it’s quiet around here, I could hear what you said and frown at you. “Did you call me pathetic boy? I will show you how my muscles work very well to wreck muscle boys like you.” I shout back. You continue your muscle pose to show off your abs, pecs and biceps. How can a guy his age be so muscled? I ask myself. He must spend all his time at the gym or he takes enhancing drugs which probably helps his bad attitude. My cock stirs and keep flexing my biceps and bounce my big furry pecs. I may not be as mus-cled tone as this boy but I know how to use them. I ball up my fists and flex my biceps at the same time. “Yeah you do look like a chicken actually. If your ass is on the line, therefore mine as well. This bad cop is no chicken. I’ sure my big cock will enjoy your tight ass and break that attitude of yours.” I snap back at you. I circle around you and get ready to brawl with you. My fists are up and ready to shoot them at you or to defend myself with.
Luke Dexter
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want. You, on the other hand, should get used to calling me "sir" or "master"; take your fucking pick, bitch." I snap out, immediately following it up by getting my fists up too. Now slowly circling you, my eyes dart up and down your body looking for an opening but soon return to locking back on your eyes. Believing I’d have a speed advantage over you, I show my speed by throwing a couple of fake punches at your face region, hoping that’ll distract you long enough for me to attack your abs. With still balled fists, I fire a left-right-left combo of punches in the direction of your abs.
Bad Cop Steve
I laugh loudly, “Call you Sir or master, not in a million years punk” I reply back. Our eyes suck on each other. Our fists raised p as we get set to attack each other. Our eyes roaming from each other’s eyes and then body. We circle around as we both look for an opening. We lock into other’s gaze and then watch your fists come lying towards my face. I bring one arm up to protect my face and lean my head back to avoid your fist making contact with my face but this left me open and you land quick punches onto my abs OUGHHHH air rushes out of me and stagger backwards a couple of feet. I take a deep breath and come charging forward towards you and land my shoulder onto your abs to knock you back and land a left and a right hook to each of your sides and shove you backwards. “Is that the best you can do BOY!”
Luke Dexter
My fists collide with your abs hard, hard enough to knock you back, but I know it's going to take a lot more than that to get you doubling over, or better yet, off your feet. I go to follow up my attack with another attack, but instead I’m on the receiving end of an attack from you. I only have time to partly flex my abs before your shoulder slams hard into them, knocking me back. My body briefly jackknifes around your body and takes your punches, only to be pushed back by you. With a quick rub of my abs, I stand up straight, growling at you. “Grrr, I could ask you the same question. Is that all you got?” Not waiting for your response, I dive in towards you, making it look like I’m going to slam my shoulder into your abs, but at the last minute, I move slightly to the side of you and instead of my shoulder, slam my white-knuckled right fist into your solar plexus, twisting it as my fist sinks in.
Bad Cop Steve
My shoulder connected well with your abs and my fists left a dent to your sides and man-aged to shove you back a few steps. You reply the same way as you ask if this is all I got…”Hell no, I’m just getting started punk boi. I’m a full fledged man here, not the twunks you probably mess with” I bring my fists up to get ready for another attack. You smirk and hunch down a little and come charging towards me and it looks like you're set to land your shoulder into my abs that I flex. As you get nearer I prepare myself to move out of the way before you make contact but you trick me and change tactic. You avoid my abs with your shoulder and move to my side just as your fist flies up and land a heavy punch to my plexus. The speed and gravity add to our power. OUGHHHHH….The force makes me jump back and bend slightly. Spit flies out in the air. You twist your fist through my upper abs and continue your run. I think fast and fight through the stinging punch and grab you by your hair on the back of your head as I spin around on one foot as I yank your head back and land a heavy knee to the middle of your back. I drop your hair and stomp your ass hard sending you flying into the wild field.
Luke Dexter
I smile an evil grin hearing you cry out in pain, something that’s music to my ears. However, my own growls soon replace the music in my ears from you grabbing my hair, perhaps one of the only things I currently hate more than you. My mind doesn’t focus too long on that before you attack my back and kick me away from you by kicking my ass. Crouched over a little bit, I bring myself to a stop, trying to rub my back with my hands, but I’m unable to reach the painful area. Instead, I fight the pain and straighten up, wincing a little bit as I do. Pushing that aside, I run back towards you and decide to show off some of my athleticism by jumping and, only using my legs, grabbing your neck. Using my own bodyweight and momentum to my advantage, I then pull you down with me to the ground, squeezing your neck harder as I do. “Never missed a leg day, bitch. Get comfy, cause you aren't getting free." I say in a deep dark tone.
Bad Cop Steve
I bulge up my muscles as I watch you as work on your recovery. You straighten up and rub your bruises on your abs and back muscles. But you are from being beaten and charge for-ward. I get ready for you but not expecting your move when you practice your gymnastics experience and drop our hands on the ground and bring our legs up to trap my neck in a leg scissor and brig me down hard to the ground on my back. You drop on your ass and lock your ankles together and tighten your knees on my neck. My furry face turns red as you block my air passage. I rock on my back and try to slip my head free. My body and clothes getting dirty with the field grass and weeds. I land heavy punches to your thighs and ignore your comment about getting free. I stay silent to save my energy. When my punches don’t work, I play dirty and grab hold of your bulge and twist it roughly between my fingers.
Luke Dexter
Every punch you throw makes me grunt, but I take them with ease by simply flexing my legs more, so instead of you punching human flesh, you’re instead punching human steel. “You punch like a g ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." I can’t finish my sentence before it’s overtaken by my loud yells of you grabbing and viciously twisting my bulge. Almost straight away, I relax my legs and uncoil them from your neck. With you now free, I start throwing whatever punches my body lets me at your hand in an effort to make you let go and stop or at least reduce the pain currently surging through my groin area.
Bad Cop Steve
I hear you grunt after my punches and then hear you cry out when I claw your big balls through your jeans. Your legs shake and mane to break free from your leg scissor on my neck. I breathe heavily and watch m big furry chest heave up and down. You land multiple punches to my arms and upper body until m grip loosens on your crotch. But before I re-lease your crotch completely, I yank on your jeans fly/zipper until I rip the zipper open and roll away and jump back up to my feet. I take a good look at your body on the ground and grin. “Come on boy, I didn’t hurt those tiny balls of ours that much, did I?” I laugh with sarcasm. I rub m sore neck and breathe in air to my lungs and make my way to you and land a couple of heavy boot stomps on your chest to keep you down on the ground.
Luke Dexter
Grows, grunts, and groans continue to escape my mouth even after you let go of my bulge and only get louder when you start stomping on my body in an effort to keep me down. In an effort to protect my body, I move my hands from my bulge to get my arms up and over my torso to provide some protection against your hard stomps. I also flex my muscles as well to limit the damage to my muscle body. Not wanting to stay down and take your abuse without giving you a fight, I, using both hands, grab your stomping boot, and with an explosion of strength from my arms, push your boot up hard and fast in an effort to knock you off your feet and onto your back.
Bad Cop Steve
I hear you growl, grunt and groan after each stomp of m boot on your upper body. You flex your abs and pecs as much as possible, but I still left a mark. You are proving to be tough competitor after my boot stomps as you manage to fight off the pain and grab hold of m boot and raise my boot and leg up in the air as you sit up and push hard on my leg. I end up staggering back on one foot and trip over to my ass on the high grass. “Fuck!!” I say out loud, one because of your strength and two for making me trip over to my ass. I jump back up to my 2 feet and brush of the dirt off my trousers over my bum. “You are a strong boy, but not enough to beat me” I warn you and then rush over towards you and aim my knee be-tween your pecs while you are still down on our ass on the ground.
Luke Dexter
Immediately I take in a big gulp of oxygen from that surge of power to get you off me and internally feed my ego from the fact that just using my arms I wasn’t just able to overpower your leg; I forcefully forced your body off me and onto the ground, seemingly like it was nothing. I know I’ve got the strength advantage with you; I just have to start using it more to my advantage. Seeing you now on your feet, and with me having now caught my breath again, I go to get up until you jump to try and slam your knee into me. Quickly I roll to the side, narrowly avoiding your knee strike. Still not on my feet, I roll again so I’m on my back and spin myself with my legs extended in an effort to sweep your other leg out from under you, to send you fully to the ground and allow me the chance to get up to my feet again.
Bad Cop Steve
I take a good look at your half naked body on the ground and can’t wait to hurt you further. I jump up and aim my knee for your sternum but the sneaky devil is quick and savvy as he saw my knee coming which would have hurt him. He rolled out of the way in time and my eyes grew big as I brace myself from the impact my knee will make when my knee lands on the ground OUGHHHH I feel my knee throb and the pain runs up my thigh. I bring m other boot down to help me get back up but you rolled behind me to hook that leg from behind and sweep it out from under me and crash down on my gut on the ground “FUCKKKK” I feel embarrassed and quickly make my way back up to my booted feet. I brush off the dirt from my trousers and sweaty torso. I set my eyes on you as you are already on your feet. I just glare at you and take in some big breaths. “Wipe that smile off our face punk” I bring my fists up and circle with you. I shake off the soreness from my knee as I look for an opening, when I find one, I shoot a right hook to your gut and make contact with our navel.
Luke Dexter
I can almost see and feel the humiliation you’re feeling by being taken off your feet by me and show it in the form of an ever-widening cocky grin that only widens when you voice disapproval over it. “What’s wrong, pig? Not as big a pussy as you thought I was?” I ask, with a shrug of my shoulders as we begin to circle again, each with the same goal in mind: the destruction of the other. Same as you, I get my guard up as well and look for an opening that I find almost at the same time you find one in me, but it's you that fires first, a punch at my abs that I barely even feel, thanks to abs I’ve worked since I was a kid. “Haha, your fist ok, barely fucking felt it," I say with an arrogant laugh. Not caring for what your response might be, I launch my attack, not in the form of a fist, but rather by jumping and slamming my boot-covered feet into your stomach region, grabbing the back of your head, and using my body weight and momentum once again to drop backwards, pulling you with me, to perform a quick, fast monkey flip to again take you back to the ground, a place I know is one of the best places to send you to humiliate you.
Bad Cop Steve
You taunt me as you try to convince me that you’re not the big pussy I thought you were. I just huff back at you as I land a heavy punch to your naked abs. I felt those hard abs of yours as I retreat my fist away. You laugh at me as you claim our barely felt anything and if my fist is ok” Don’t worry about my fist boy, you will need to convince me further about not being a big pussy” I bring my fist up and prepare it to land another fist to our upper body but you back off a bit and then jump landing our dirt boot to my furry abs while grabbing the back of my head OUGHHH air exploding out of my lips. I shoot a punch to your side to get you off me but you got the wheels in motion in our move already and find my 200lbs body going flying in the air and flip around mid-air. I prepare my landing as best I can. I eventually drop on all fours UGHHH I stay on the ground for about 30 seconds. Feeling humiliated, I try to hide my embarrassment by jumping back up to my feet facing away. I brush off my dirty trousers and notice a hole at the knee area on my trousers with a bit of blood. I growl and turn to face you and don’t waste any more time and simply rush towards you like a train and slam my shoulder into your gut and bring you down on the ground on your back. I sit on your abs and glare at you before I land a right hook to your jaw.
Luke Dexter
With a loud thump, your body slams into the ground, a place where you stay for several seconds, allowing me to flex and pose over you like the cocky, arrogant fighter I am. However, my showboating is cut short when I’m surprised once again by you, somewhat recovering enough to drive your shoulder into my abs. I jackknife around your shoulders and fall to the ground onto my back, groaning and rubbing my abs a little till you take a seat on them, blocking me from giving them the attention they deserve and should receive, making me growl once again at you. I’m unable to do anything to you before you strike my jaw with your balled fist, sending it snapping to the side, followed by the rest of my head. Oozing yet more aggression and anger, I spit some blood and snap my head back to a neutral position, just in time to see me raise my legs behind you and, with as much force as I can muster, slam them both into your back.
Bad Cop Steve
When I forced you down on your back under, I truly enjoyed making you stop showboating our muscled frame to me. I need to bring down this boy a couple of hunches to break the cockiness out of you. I was even more pleased when my fist landed on your jaw and saw the pain written on your face when you head got knocked to one side and saw spit and blood fly out of your mouth. I feel your body move under my ass just as I’m about to land a left hook to your temple but my fist misses its target when your 2 knees with your powerful legs be-hind them landed on my broad back UGHHH I cry out and arch out my back to find some relief. The force behind your knees forced me forward. When I look down my bulge is now over your nose and mouth which makes me laugh. My knees are on the ground on both sides of your head. I grind my bulge on your face while my strong quads squeezes your skull. “Yeah boy, smell what a real copper man smells like after a day’s work, nothing you know anything about.”
Luke Dexter
As if having you sitting on my body wasn’t humiliating enough, now you're sitting further up my body grinding your bulge on my face, humiliating me even more, but worst of all, my cock actually continues to grow from your scent, always making me blush from embarrassment. Desperate to ensure you don’t see my continually growing cock, or worse, see a blush from me, I flex my abs to quickly raise both of my legs off the ground and show off now some flexibility by folding my body almost in half to grab your head between my legs. I lock my ankles and, using nothing but the strength in both my legs and abs, start trying to pull your body down and off of mine.
Bad Cop Steve
Your hot breath over my bulge feels great and makes my cock go hard in my jock under my trousers. I keep grinding my bulge over your face and crush your skull between my thighs. ”Enjoy the smell and taste of my bulge Boy for now. I’m sure you have a hot mouth with great cock sucking skills” I mock you and laugh. I hear you growling through my bulge which excites my cock more. You squirm around under me as you arch up your muscled body upwards by using your limbs to do it. I use my ass to stomp down your pecs to try to bring you down flat on your back but your power and fighting skills surprise me when you swing your legs up and catch my head. My gloved hands fly up to grab your ankles and try to pull your legs off my head but your legs hold my head tightly and with the help of your strong thighs, you swing your legs to your side and drag me along with them until I land on my side on the ground with your legs around my head and stare up close at your bulge. You lean on one side. I punch your closest pec muscle and then punch your quads as I try to squeeze my head free.
Luke Dexter
As I pull you off me, I roll partly to the side to roll you off me and to increase the pressure on your head between my legs. My position in respect to you gives you a perfect view of my bulge, a bulge I’m more than happy to show off now, including its continued growth from the enjoyment of me having turned the tables on you and making you suffer at my muscle power. I chuckle a little from your punch at my pec and leg, a brief sting coming from both shots, but nothing that I can’t handle. In response, I only stretch my legs out further, both straight and stiff, and squeeze your head even tighter. “How’s that feel, pig?! Not too tight for your pussy body, body, I hope,"" I ask, taunting you at once again for being stuck and down.
Bad Cop Steve
I’m rolling on my side as I land punches on your pec and quad as I work on freeing my head but I’m still struggling. I’m breathing heavily and feel my furry face turn red from a lack of air. Your crotch musk hits my nostrils and find it weirdly exciting. I ripped open the fly of your jeans earlier on and notice your growing tent pushing out of the opened zipper. You stretch out your legs and tighten your grip on my head when you do. You taunt me about how your legs feel around my head. “Fuck you boy” I grunt out. I land more hard chops on your abs and pecs. I even grab hold of your hard nipple and twist it. I rock my body around and push my head up slightly and press my forehead on your bulge and balls to bring you enough pain to make your legs loosen up around my head.
Luke Dexter
I grunt from every chop you land on my upper body, but like your punch, I take every one with tightly clenched teeth and slowly increasing breathing. What finally makes me release you is when you attack my pec, making me yell in pain, plus your forehead pressing firmly into my bulge. Immediately I relax my legs around your head before unlocking my ankles to let both of my legs slide from your body. In an effort to get you to stop your attack on my nipple, I start kicking my boot-covered feet down into your back harder with each kick I’m able to land.
Bad Cop Steve
My hard chops and my forehead crushing your bulge look like they worked to make you loosen your legs around my head. I twist my head one way and then the other way and finally unscrew my head from between your muscled thighs. I breathe heavily and feel my face is slowly returning to its natural colour. I roll a few yards away facing away from you. I then grunt out loud in the open field when I receive some kicks with your leather boots. Each kick connects with my middle and upper back. UFFFKKK I moan out and keep rolling until I’m far enough from your kicking boots. I slowly get back up to my shaky booted feet. I look at my trousers which are now covered in dirt and weeds, with some holes on them from recent tares. I adjust my trousers to cover my bulge. I dust off the weeds from my sweaty furry pecs. I rub my sore back as I growl at you “Come on punk, get up. You will get a bill for what you did to my trousers.” I circle around your laid out body on the ground. My fists are up and look for an opening to attack you with.
Luke Dexter
My chest reddens slightly as the toll from your chops takes effect, and the bulge throbs and starts to show the early signs of a tiny wet patch forming. Looking at you, I can tell you’re taking a toll from my attacks so far too, based on your wobbly, shaky feet. “Why? Looking to get beaten some more, huh?” I look back at you, at your “get up” statement. With every circle you make around me, I concentrate even more on one area and simply wait for you to give me a big enough opening to strike. Crouched down, I ready myself by tightly clenching my right fist, and when I see my chance, I act. Quickly I pounce up to my feet and, in doing so, launch my right fist in the form of an uppercut aimed at your earlier attacked solar plexus region.
Bad Cop Steve
I hear your comment about getting beaten more. “Fuck you, you going to get up or shall I drag you up” My fists are up as I circle around and threaten to kick you if you don’t get up soon. You get up slowly and crouch down with your fists raised. I get prepared for your at-tack and watch you launch a fist aimed for my upper body. I move to the side just in time and catch your fist in the palm of my hand and push your arm to your side. I shake my head “no no no” I grin. My free hand grabs your torn jeans. I let go of your fist and grab your pit instead and quickly lift your body up in the air and toss you over head. You fly in the air and when I turn my head I watch your body land hard on your gut on the field. “That’s where you belong boy, on the ground” I smirk with a light chuckle.
Luke Dexter
At the last moment I see you move clear of my fist, and in anger from you moving clear, I grit my teeth and growl softly through those same gritted teeth. Those growls stop when I feel you immediately grab my jeans and my hip, quickly lifting me up into the air and throwing me over your head, only for me to land hard onto the ground behind you, grunting and groaning loudly from the impact. Chest heaving, clenching my teeth and eyes closed (every few seconds), I roll onto my back, arching it as I do. As you chuckle, I take a few seconds to get some air into my lungs before pushing that pain to the side, throwing my hands behind my head, and kipping up to my feet again, a little slower, and showing clear signs of pain and discomfort as I do. Nevertheless, I do the best job I can to hide that from you. “Gonna take more than that to take me out, asshole." I snap at you before I jump to dropkick you off your feet and hopefully to the ground.
Bad Cop Steve
You clearly felt that hard fall even if you try to hide it. I watch those signs on your face. Your muscled pecs glistening with sweat moving up and down at you take in some air to your lungs. I notice your ample bulge pushing through your torn zipper on your jeans. You try to stay brave in front of me as you diminish the impact I caused on you with your comment. “Don’t worry boy, I got plenty more to dish out on you.” I keep my guard up as I’m certain you are not down yet. Your muscles are bound to help you. My eyes light up when you kip up to your feet on the ground. I circle more loosely around you as I get ready to strike but I end up surprised when you launch yourself in the air and land your 2 dirty boot-ed feet onto my muscled sweaty furry pecs OUGHHH wind explodes out of my mouth. I stagger back after the impact and trip over and land on my ass. I am winded and feel my pecs ache. I try to hide the effect of your assault as best I can but I’m still slow to get back up to my feet. I shake my head to get my senses back and cautiously move forward and aim a right hook to your jaw as my eyes glare back at you.
Luke Dexter
I fall to the ground on my back just after my boots connect with your chest, knocking you backwards and onto your ass, allowing me a couple more moments to recover from the recent pain you’ve dealt me. Nevertheless, I quickly get up to my feet, and once I am, I start rolling my shoulders and my head and arching my back a little bit too, trying to shake off all the aches and pain that cover my body. By the time I’ve finished stretching my muscles and joints, you’re back on your feet quickly approaching me. Just as I start to get my guard back up, you launch a hard fist that gets through my guard and smashes into my jaw. My jaw snaps to the side, soon followed by the rest of my head snapping to the side with it. With pain erupting through my jaw and cheek region, I snap my head back and respond with an even harder right hook at your jaw.
Bad Cop Steve
I breathe heavily and pump up my furry sweaty chest. My 2 fists are up and swinging. When my fist connects with your jaw it brings a smile to my face and feel my bulge stir. Your head swings to one side and watch your spit fly in the air. My left fist is ready and is about to connect with your temple but fail to connect with your fist connecting with my jaw. UGHH I hear my jaw crackle as my head swings to one side and spit flies out of my mouth. That was a heavy punch. This boy has some power. I stagger a couple of steps and shake my head a couple of seconds to get my bearings and focus back. I bring my guard back up and swing my right fist towards your chin. While you prepare for my fist I sneak in a hard kick to your right knee with the hope it catches you off guard and makes you drop to the ground. I’m preparing my right fist already when you land on the ground.
Luke Dexter
I smile as I hear your jaw crack from my punch and smile even more when I come to realise that you wouldn’t be aware that I wasn’t using my full strength, and if you’re lucky, I won’t. Upon seeing you start approaching me again, my eyes lock firmly onto you, this time my guard up, high and looking impenetrable. So when you throw your right fist at me for another punch, I, with ease, block it, only to see moments later your foot closing in on my knee. Having blocked your fist, and due to the fact that my arms are high, I’m unable to block your kick, resulting in it landing hard against my knee, briefly making it buckle and sending me stumbling backwards a couple of steps. Barely am I able to stay on my feet, but I manage to stabilise myself using my still-strong left leg. With pain shooting like lightning up and down my sciatic nerve, I start to favour my left leg by shifting as much weight off my right leg as possible. Despite that, I keep my fists balled and come in for my attack. Looking you up and down, I can see your guard looks just as strong as mine did before, so I launch a fake left uppercut to your solar plexus region and immediately follow it with an (even harder than before, almost full strength) right hook at your jaw once again.
Bad Cop Steve
My trick on you worked, you defended yourself against my fist but were not prepared for my kick that landed on your knee. My heavy leather boot must have let a dent on your knee. I see the pain on your face and watch you try to brush of the pain but I ca see your struggling on our right leg and compensate on your left leg more. My guard is back up when I see you bring yours up and march towards me. “How you feeling boy?” I wink that’s when your fist comes forward towards my plexus. I quickly bring my arm down to protect myself. I man-age to block it but you tricked me in return when I see your right fight come flying fast to-wards my jaw. I bring an arm up but your quicker and feel your fist land on my jaw UGHHH I hear my jaw crackle as my head shifts to one side. Air, spit and blood fly out of my mouth. My eyes lose focus and stagger to one side a few steps away from you. My brain is slightly spinning after that hard impact. It takes me a couple of minutes to focus and get my bearings back. Even though I’m still shaky but I still launch myself at you and aim a fist to your temple with a fake left and aim a kick to your already suffering knee as I try to trick you again.
Luke Dexter
Just like your trick worked on me, my trick worked with you; you blocked my uppercut, resulting in my right fist striking hard against your face, snapping your head even harder to the side, yet you still managed to stay standing, much to my anger and almost disbelief. I try not to and don’t focus on it for too long and can’t due to my attention snapping right back to blocking yet another punch aimed at my face. But like before, I fall for your trap and allow your foot to connect with my knee again, with no resistance from me. Even worse than before, my knee buckles and collapses to the ground beneath me, knocking me to one knee. Unable to find the strength and will to force myself back onto both feet again, I stay on one knee and lean forward slightly to try and somewhat hide my next move. Breathing heavily, sweat coating my body, and my left fist clenched as hard as I can manage, I fire my entire forearm up between your legs to brutally crush your manhood between my forearm and your body.
Bad Cop Steve
I feel lucky my decoy worked again after my kick to your hurt knee worked. The pain on your face is more evident and the result is to watch you stumble and drop on your hurt knee. “The mighty has fallen” I can’t help to blurt out. My jaw still aches and have to be wary about your fists. I approach you cautiously with my fists raised. I can’t wait till you get back up to attack you even though attacking a man down is not completely ethical. You might also be playing a trick on me as you might fake being hurt more than you actually are. I need to decide if I deliver a punch or a kick. I decide to play you and fake a kick to your solar plexus while my right hook is aimed for your jaw. You should be able to block my kick but be unprepared for my fist. I shoot my right booted foot with my right fist getting set not long after. I soon find out playing tricks too many times could backfire, like it did just now as I wasn’t prepared for what was to come. I suppose I should have seen it coming, in retaliation for my earlier low blow. BAMMMM my eyes grow big, my jaw drops and shout in pain after your forearm connects with my balls and smashes them into my pubic bone. I stagger backwards and trip over to land on one knee with my gloved hands nursing my sore nuts. I glare at you and look out for your next move “Fuckerrr”
Luke Dexter
“Hahaha, what’s the matter?" 'You didn’t say no low blows",' I taunt through my unconcerned laughter. My right leg is still very painful and quite weak; nevertheless, I try again to force myself off one knee and back to both feet. With a great deal of pain shooting down my sciatic nerve, I get up, still favouring my left leg, thanks to my right still not being able to take and withstand too much weight being placed on it. So with that in mind, and with you down on your knee, your hands nursing your balls, I decide to make another cheap attack on you by firing a right fist at your neck/throat region.
Bad Cop Steve
I shake my head when you mention low blows especially since I did it myself earlier. You work hard to get back up to your feet and as you approach I can see you are favouring your left leg. I’m nursing my sore balls while I rest on one knee. As you get nearer I bring my right boot up aiming for that hurt knee which would make that leg useless. As I plan to kick your leg you launch your fist at my throat and crush my Adam apple and throat. My kick misses your knee but my shin on my leg ends up connecting between your legs and slamming into your nuts. My gloved hands rush over to nurse my throat as I gasp and gurgle. I choke and cough and work to get wind back to my lungs. My wide eyes glare at you as I drop on my ass. I slide backwards on my ass to give me far enough distance between us to prevent an attack from you and recover as well.
Luke Dexter
Just as my fist slams into your neck, crushing your apple and trachea behind it, I feel an eruption of pain bursting through my testicles and up into my groin region, making me howl in pain like a wolf howls during a full moon. Immediately both of my hands go to my sweating, pained manhood as I stumble backwards, almost falling over if not for a tree that I stumble into back first. My muscled back moulds itself against the tree, almost like my body is trying to show off its muscles to the tree before my legs start to wobble and give way. With the tree still behind me and my back still pressed against it, I slowly slide down the trunks onto my ass, moaning and groaning as I do. Despite everything, I keep my eyes firmly locked onto yours, pure aggression and anger visible within my cold dark pupils as they focus in on your eyes, almost trying to burn a hole through yours.
Bad Cop Steve
I’m still on my ass about 5 metres away from you. I’m nursing my throat as I cough and gurgle and working on my breathing after your punch. By luck my boot connected with your bulge. Between coughs I’m grinning as I watch you suffer and nurse your balls. You respond with a deep glare at me and just nod my head in your direction to say ‘what the fuck do you want?’ When my breathing settles back to normal even though I have a bit of trouble swallowing my spit. I slowly get back up to my feet and brush off the dirt off my trousers, back and front. I notice a few rips over the knee area of my trousers. I bring my gloved fists up to be ready for a possible attack. I walk cautiously towards you. I keep my guard up and nod again at you. “Come on punk, you getting back up to fight or are you surrendering to me?”
Luke Dexter
I feel your trachea buckle and crush beneath my fist and almost instantly feel relief in my core from your legs no longer squeezing me. After taking a quick breath of air, I unflex my core just in time for you to shove me away from you. Now lying on my side, I roll onto my back, rubbing my sides a little as I do, noting how red and tender they feel from your recent squeezing. Angrily I growl at you as I start to get to my feet, and with you still on the ground under me, seemingly trying to recover from my punch, I, using my right shoe-covered foot, start stomping down again and again on your abs and chest region, taking every ounce of anger I harbor towards you out on you. “Grrr, to you, fucking never," I growl out at you as you walk towards me. Pain continues to erupt through my groin region, but I dig deep and with the help of the tree behind me, get up to my feet, a little bit wobbly at first, but I soon stabilize myself and get my guard up, while also trying to keep my legs a little closer together to protect my throbbing manhood from further attacks from you. Breathing heavy, sweat continuing to coat my body, and with pure adrenaline running through my blood-filled veins, I jump into the air, turning as I do, hoping to surprise you with a quick, fast roundhouse kick to the side of your head.
Bad Cop Steve
The 2 of us are rubbing our wounds after our recent attacks on each other. You’re rubbing your sides and your bulge while I nurse my sore throat and abs. I approach you while you’re on your ass and you’re back leaning against a tree. I ask you if you want to keep fighting or to surrender to me. Of course I was hoping for the surrender. My cock throbs at the thought of fucking your losing ass already. You shout back ‘no, never’ I just grin. “Good to know boy, I still got more pain to dish out on you. Come on then!” I invite you to get up to your feet. You get back up, wavering on your feet as you try to lean on your good leg more. I notice your bulge pushing through your torn zipper. I have my guard up when I see you getting pumped up and your eyes grow wide and dark with anger which doesn’t scare me. I take a step forward with my arms up but I’m surprised with your move because of your hurt leg. You fight through the pain and jump up in the air with one flying foot coming fast towards my head. I’m too surprise by your kick to be able to avoid it. I feel the full blunt of your kick connect with the side of my head UGHH my skull and brain get shaken up and watch spit fly out of my mouth that land on my glistening with sweat furry pecs. I stagger to one side with my gloved hands holding my head. I stumble and drop to one knee while I works on getting my bearings back while keeping my eyes on you.
Luke Dexter
Grinning a sadistic smirk, I stabilise myself back on two feet again and take a brief step backwards and to the side to best enjoy the sight of you suffering from the pain I’ve just inflicted on you. However, I don’t watch for too long before following my attack up with another move to keep you from recovering too much, or better yet, finally defeat you. Cockily, I jump, flip over your body and land on both of my feet behind you. I then quickly lean down to wrap my right arm around your neck and drag my fist up into my left armpit. Continuing my cocky, arrogant behaviour, I bounce and gently flex my bicep into the side of your neck. “That’s pure fucking muscle, bitch," I say, just as I use my weight to knock the pair of us onto our side and to start squeezing your neck in the hope of choking you out with just one arm.
Bad Cop Steve
I am working to get my bearings back after your latest attack. I see you running over to-wards me and prepare myself to get back up to my feet but you show your skills when you leap over me. I try to catch you but miss. You land behind me. As I get to my feet and turn to face you but you are already prepared for your next move when you bring your muscled arm around my neck and squeeze my throat under the bulge of your bicep and squeeze my wind pipe. My furry face quickly turns red. I grab your arm to try and pull my neck free but your one move ahead of me. I hear you taunt me about your ‘muscle’ and then you topple us over to the ground on our right side. You keep the choke on. Air escapes my lips with the fall and choke hold. I feel you behind me and think fast as I headbutt your face with the back of my head. Hoping to weaken you and make your neck lock loosen up. I then grab your wrist and bicep with my 2 hands and push your arm forward to breathe better as I work to free my neck from your choke.
Luke Dexter
Every second I squeeze your neck even tighter, slowly cutting your oxygen and blood supply off. Just when I think nothing can go wrong anymore, though, it does. Without warning, your head slams back into my face, knocking my head backwards and instantly filling my ears with an ear-piercing ring and blurring my vision for half a second. During that time, my bicep softens against your neck and arm weakens, enough for you to get your fingers between your neck and my arm, breaking the effectiveness of my choke. Barely able to hear from the tinnitus in my ears and feeling nausea in my stomach region, I roll the pair of us from our sides onto your chest and remove my arm from your neck to instead place my right and left hands against your shoulders to pin you down under me in the hope of giving myself some time to recover from your headbutt. As I pin you, my throbbing bulge presses firmly against your ass, stronger legs intertwine with yours, trying to pin them down, and fingers dig deep into your shoulder flesh from me, both squeezing and pushing you into the ground. beneath us.
Bad Cop Steve
My perseverance paid off through my latest attack on you. My headbutt weakened you enough to weaken you enough to pull your arm off my throat and be able to breathe better. But before I can escape and roll away, you manage to plant your hands on both my shoulders to pin me down on my stomach. I then feel your weight slide on top of me as you pin me down under you and feel insulted when I feel your bulge rub over my butt. I quickly try to buck you off me but your strong legs manage to grapevine my legs to make it tougher for me to escape. Your fingers dig harder into my shoulder flesh to pin my shoulders on the ground. I bring my elbows on the ground as I try to rise my shoulder and upper body up of the ground. Not being happy with your bulge pressing down on my ass, I squirm and trash around from under you as I keep trying to buck you off me. I manage to slam my butt into your bulge a couple of times. “Get off me punk” I shout at you as I bulge up my shoulders and push them up with the help of my hands planted on the ground. My strong legs push in-to yours as best I can to free them from yours.
Luke Dexter
Gladly and without hesitation I flex my legs back against yours, battling against yours for dominance. I’ve never once missed a leg day, and I try to prove that by actions instead of words by attempting to overpower your legs with mine instead. In the meantime, as you push up with your arms, overpowering my attempts at keeping you down, I release your shoulders and further my attack at your neck once again by snaking my right arm around your neck, and this time, I start choking you with not just one arm but two as I use my left arm behind your neck to hold your head in place and ensure you can’t headbutt me again. Abandoning the battle against your legs, I let yours bend mine inwards, and as you do, I use that time to use my arms around your neck to pull you and me over onto my back, increasing the strength of the choke as I do. “Happy now? I got off you, pussy cop."
Bad Cop Steve
I remain defiant and keep fighting to free myself, I force you to release my shoulders and keep working on my leg muscles to push your legs off mine. My attempt to overpower your muscles is slowly working but you are a tough boy and very resourceful and you prove that when you fight back by bringing your arms around my neck and choke me in a sleeper hold. Your arms tighten around my neck to choke me. You use your two arms to make the hold even tighter. Your legs come off mine and quickly use my legs to kick around to try and free myself. My bigger legs drop on top of of yours and try to rise myself up. I fail to break free and end up being dragged down on top of you. I hear you taunt me in my ear. I feel your sweaty pecs and hard nipples poke my upper back. Your bulge grinding onto my trouser covered ass. You have my head locked to stop me from bringing the back of my head on your face this time. I land elbows to your sides under my body as I rock side to side and shoot my legs up I the air to try and push my body off of yours. I keep shooting m elbow on your side while my free gloved hand grabs your arms one at a time to try to free my neck before the lack of air starts to affect me too much.
Luke Dexter
My breathing increases, sweat continues to saturate my godlike bodybuilder, stud body, cock jerks and throbs, and muscles tense as I work to try and finish you off once and for all. With every elbow you land on me, I grunt but grit my teeth and try to take them without appearing to be weak. Even as your hands grip onto my arms, I keep the choke locked in place, asserting my muscle dominance over your arms. "So fucking weak and pathetic; your only way out of this is by tapping or sleeping," I say just softly, wanting to preserve my strength and energy to maintain the choke. Knowing I can’t take too many more elbows, I take a deep breath in and flex my arms to the max in the hope of taking you out once and for all. Just as hard as marble, my bicep flexes and bulges like Everest as it, with ease, crushes deeper into your neck, totally unaffected by your attempts at pulling my arms from your neck.
Bad Cop Steve
I keep flexing my muscled furry body to break free. The muscles I have been working on for the last 10 years, the same muscles I have been using on punks to put them behind bars. The difference now is, I have not faced a strong punk like you before. I fight hard to try to break free. I flex my abs and kick my legs up to try to push my body up off of your body. My ass feels your bulge when I move my body around. I try to crush your bulge under my ass while you lay flat on your back on the ground. Both our muscled bodies are glistening with sweat and lightly burning under the evening sun. As I try to move my upper body and head you tighten your arms more around my neck. I gasp loudly for some very needed air. The lack of oxygen is starting to make my brain swim. My gloved fingers keep pulling on your arms but the lack of air is tiring me out and feel my muscles going softer. I hear you taunt me about being weak and pathetic. “Fuck you punk” I shout back and stupidly waste energy that I need. I land more elbows to your sides but fear they might be getting weaker from my lack of energy. I’m thinking what a bad idea it was to take you on in a fight like this. I should have stuck to the cop rule book and use my toys on you instead, to bring you to the station. I might pay the price for acting foolishly. You suggest I tap or pass out. My pride interferes and keep fighting even though I’m becoming weaker and more sluggish with each minute that goes by.
Luke Dexter
With every passing second I feel your body finally starting to weaken; your elbows are nowhere near as strong as they used to be, and any you continue to throw are far more bearable now. Almost like a leech, the more I flex, the more I drain your power. The cocky, sexy, young punk is now dominating and destroying the older, more experienced, yet weaker-than-me cop. If there’s one thing I wish right now, it's that this was recorded and played to all your fellow officers. Just the thought of how humiliating it would be for you makes my cock stir and swell the most yet, now starting to leak in my gear, forming an anonymous wet spot that I make sure to grind up against yours in a hope you’ll feel the dampness of it on your skin. “Fuck you? Sure, I wouldn’t object to fucking your hole. It would be a fucking pleasure to make you fucking howl and scream my name, but first, you have to take a little nap." I say in response to you, before I flex my arms the most yet, digging my bicep deeper into your neck and constricting your airway almost completely.
Bad Cop Steve
My elbow hits are sluggish and far in between from the lack of oxygen. My brain keeps swimming and struggle to keep my eyes opened. My furry face is glistening with sweat and must be bright red from the lack of air and humiliation. Time to time you land your heel on my abs and try to catch your boot. I hear you taunt me about fucking me and to embarrass myself in calling your name while you do. “No way punk!” I only say to save some of my energy. I keep squirming and thrashing about side to side but I’m not getting nowhere. I feel I’m doomed and my time is up. You are going to put me out soon. I doubt tapping or moaning out a submission from me is in your plan. “Let me go, I give” I tap your closest thigh, but you don’t give up the sleeper on me. My eye lids flicker. My muscled legs and arms feel heavy and barely move at this point. I feel some wetness coming from your crotch as it slides against my lower back. My pecs are heaving as they move up and down. My lungs are burning from the little air in them. I tap your thigh again with the hope you let me go before I go completely out. The only sounds I hear is my grunting, heavy breathing and your grunts as you put as much pressure on the sleeper as best you can.
Luke Dexter
Feeling your body weaken above me, thanks to me, is enough to drive my churning balls mad. If not for my strength and willpower, I’d be erupting hands-free into my gear right now. Instead, I muscle through the desire to explode and instead just leak yet another dribble of precum into my trunks, increasing the size of my wet spot and again putting me right on the edge of exploding. Now desperate to not erupt but also desperate to knock you out, I decide to release your body and roll you off me, removing the sexual pleasure I was getting from grinding my shredded, more powerful body up against the back of your older, yet less impressive, body. Before I can even take my first breath, the sensation is already greatly missed and calms my raging cock and churning balls down a little bit. Having temporarily won that battle, I refocus on winning the battle with you by finally finishing you off. I place my hands behind my head, flex my core to kip up to my feet, and briefly bake your pathetic body in my shadow before reaching down with my right hand, grabbing a handful of your hair, and using just my one arm to pull you forcefully up off the ground and to your wobbly feet. Seeing a nearby tree, I walk you slowly over to it and lay you against it, only then letting go of your hair once I’m sure you’ll remain standing, only with the help of the tree, however. I then take a couple of steps away from you and slowly ball my right fist so tight that my knuckles crack, and the fist starts turning white from the heavily restricted blood flow. Arrogantly I give it a gentle kiss before saying softly, "Goodnight, pig." I then jump off my feet towards you, fist extended, and using the strength of my arm and my own momentum, slam it hard against your jaw, hoping that’ll be enough to knock your pathetic self out once and for all.
Bad Cop Steve
I am still trapped above you with the sleeper on me. I tapped your thigh and croaked out an unconvincing submission but the sleeper is still held on tight around my neck and head. My eyes are bugging out with my tongue sticking out as I try to take in big breaths for my burning lungs. Your intent to put me out and at this point there is nothing I can say or do to get out of your hold. I shift weakly side to side over your chest and abs. Your crotch in your jeans feels damp over my lower back. Your heel rubs my naked belly and as you shift me side to side my weak limbs flop side to side uselessly. I’m getting closer to passing out with my eyes blinking and scenery in front of my eyes is starting to go dark. Out of the blue you release me. You release the sleeper and toss me over to the ground on my side. I lay there breathing heavily and coughing. I rub my sore throat. Did he accept my submission in the end? I wonder. You jump up to your feet. Your muscled frame shadows my body from the evening sun. I watch you flex your muscles. I don’t dare to look at your face as it’s probably glowing with your victory. I just about put my gloved hand on the ground to help myself up but you march up to me and grab me by my hair “Heh, I thought this fight was over”
You lift me up to my shaky booted feet. I grab your wrist to try and pull your fingers away from my short crop hair. You drag me backwards and slam my naked sweaty back against a strong tree. I feel the bark scratching the skin on my back. I lean there trying to get my bearings and working on getting wind to my burning lungs. I then see you leap up after you kissed your fist. My eyes bug out as I watch your fist flying forward. I’m too weak and stunned by your move that I’m not sure what I should do. I finally work on lifting my arms and fists up but your quicker and then feel it BAMMMMMM my teeth shatter, my skull flies to one side, spit and blood fly out of my mouth. I feel my upper back and the back of my head bounce off the tree behind me and then go crashing forward. As I’m flying downwards, I look down to see the ground getting closer. Before I hit the ground, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I’m on my way to dream land. UGHHHHH I crash on the ground on my stomach. My legs are spread out, one arm is laid out upwards over my head while my other arm lays flat downward to my side. I twitch a few times on the ground before I go out cold.
Luke Dexter
Compared to your face, my tightly clenched fist is like steel. As it connects, it sends your jaw snapping to one side, followed by a mixture of blood and sweat, and I think I even saw a couple of pieces of teeth fly out of your mouth before gravity takes your body completely down in a solid heap to the ground. In the meantime my feet have since landed back on the ground, and all I can do is look over your body like a predator looking over its fallen prey, with a sense of pride and achievement. Achievement over the fact that you've fallen thanks to me; you’re currently out cold, beaten and battered thanks to an arrogant, cocky 21-year-old biker that you, an officer of the law, were unable to take down. “You should have just let me go earlier," I say out loud as I take a couple more steps towards you, only to stomp my black boot firmly on your groin region. Still with a throbbing bulge in my jeans and oozing perhaps the most arrogance yet, I raise both of my arms and flex my victory-peaked, rock-hard biceps over your body. I follow suit with the rest of my muscles by tensing and flexing them too, starting with my washboard-steel abs, rock-hard shoulders, and meaty solid pecs. The body of a fucking Greek god. "Now the real fun can begin, bitch" I say to your KO'ed body.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Published: 2026-06-15, viewed 110 times.
Tonga Kid
2026-06-16 22:32Wow. This was such a well written and action packed exciting story. You both did an incredible job playing your roles. I really thought a couple times Bad Cop Steve would finally put that cocky Luke in his place. Hehe. I can’t wait to see what happens next. Mahalo to you both for sharing this awesome story.
Tama ❤️
Bad Cop Steve
2026-06-17 01:11(In reply to this)
Thank you Tonga for your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed our scene. Like Luke said, we had fun writing up this story. Part 2 should be just as much fun to write :)
Luke Dexter
2026-06-16 23:18(In reply to this)
Aloha Tama,
Mahalo for the comment. Happy to to see you liked it, was def a lot of fun to write.
Hehe, abd you of all people should know, I can the anyone, including you 😈
Luke
Freaker
2026-06-16 11:51My beloved Steve, watching this made me want to jump into that field and put Luke in his place myself. Seeing you struggle like that wasn't easy, but I know you, and I know you're better than this. That arrogant little punk got a good night, nothing more. He's not out of your league—far from it. Hold your head high, my love. I've seen what you're capable of, and Luke Dexter is well within your reach. If there's a next round, remind him exactly who he's dealing with.
Your Max
Bad Cop Steve
2026-06-17 01:15(In reply to this)
Thank you sweetheart for your comment and support. I will keep my head up high and fight another day with the hope of a better outcome. I will do my best not to disappoint you. Your Steve
Luke Dexter
2026-06-16 14:08(In reply to this)
Sup Freaker,
Thanks for the comment, appreciate it.
Hehe, isn’t it obvious I’m out of his league? After all, who was it that was KO ed under me again? 😈
Luke
Freaker
2026-06-16 11:46A classic clash between authority and rebellion, with a great chemistry between Luke Dexter and Bad Cop Steve. Neither man is willing to back down, turning a routine traffic stop into a personal war driven by pride, ego and stubborn determination. The fight itself is physical and surprisingly balanced, with momentum constantly shifting between the two opponents. Luke's arrogance makes him entertaining, while Steve's refusal to submit keeps the tension high throughout. More than anything, this chapter succeeds in making readers want to see the outcome of the rematch. A strong opening chapter and a promising entry for The High Table.
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