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Bad Cop Steve meets the Dexter's (Part 2)
Luke Dexter has finished off Steve by showing him that while he might be younger and not as experienced, he's far stronger and superior to Steve, evident by his clear, easy victory. Unluckily for Steve, despite him being KO'ed at Luke's hand, Luke has nowhere near finished playing with his cop bitch. What's worse, Cole Dexter (Luke's brother) has been after Steve for a while now too. Luke, being aware of this, can't help but reach out to Cole to invite him over to have some fun with Steve too.
Though even after the beatdown Steve received at Luke's hand, he still has some fight left in him.
But is there enough fight in the tank for Steve to finally defeat Luke and defeat his brother as well?
Please Note
This story is a continuation of Luke and Steve earlier battle, if you haven't read it, please view it first.
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/94284
Starring
Luke Dexter
Bad Cop Steve
Cole Dexter
Luke Dexter
“Hahaha, hope you don’t think we’re done just because you’re out. " I evilly laugh out as I break the flex and press my foot resting on your lower abs and groin region into your body harder. "Bitch," I then say after removing my foot and giving you a quick kick with it. Knowing you’ll wake up sooner rather than later, I get to work fast by firstly grabbing my phone and sending my brother Cole a text message. While I know he’s been busy lately, I also know if there’s one thing he’d love, it’s having some fun with an officer. Once I send the message, I pocket my phone and await a reply from him while I walk up to where you dumped your utility belt. On it are a few weapons that certainly appeal to me, but your handcuffs are what jump out at me. However, I end up picking up your entire belt, lose mine holding my jeans up, and attach yours to me before walking back over to your still-seemingly lifeless body. With your cold, metal handcuffs now in my hand, I roll you over and cuff your left hand, quickly followed by your right hand behind your back, making sure to secure the cuffs almost unbearably tight.
Satisfied you aren't going to get out of them, I get down on the ground, perpendicular to your body, open my legs up, and roll your body in between them before locking my ankles together, sandwiching your body between my legs, ready to be crushed. Not caring that you’re not yet awake, and not caring that you tapped into my superior strength and power not too long ago, I start squeezing you. Using my left hand, I pull out your radio and set it just next to my body, while using my right hand, I start slightly slapping your face to get you to regain consciousness. “Wake up, bitch; cope. WAKE UP!!!!!!” I demand, squeezing my legs even tighter around your body.
Bad Cop Steve
After an undetermined time, my eye lids flicker as they try to open. My mind is a bit fuzzy. Was it all a bad dream? When my eyes start to focus on my environment I quickly realize it wasn’t a nightmare, this is all real. I lay flat on my back in this field. My head and body ache. I start to stir to try and get back up but quickly realize that my wrists have been cuffed behind my back “what the fuck” I squirm to free my wrists but the steel cuffs don’t give and dig into the skin of my wrists. My head moves side to side and see you grinning with your hand slapping my face. I try to sit up but feel this big ache coming from my ribs. I look down and notice your strong thighs are squeezing my core and making it difficult to breathe.
My upper muscled body is covered with dirt and sweat. It’s clear you have been messing with me while I was out. You shout at me to wake up. “I’m up asshole” My eyes flicker and stare at you from head to boots. I move my face away when you try to slap my face again. “Get off my face punk” I see you grin and that’s when I notice you are wearing my utility belt with toys. You dug out my P.D. cuffs and slapped them on me. I hear a humming and notice my radio on the ground next to you. “What the fuck punk ugghhhhh” Each time I speak you tighten your leg scissor around my core. I trash around on my ass. “Un-cuff me asshole. It’s illegal to mess around with official police equipment. You better un-cuff me bitch and hand over my P.D. stuff if you know what’s good for ya” I glare at you as I find myself in a difficult situation. I’m clearly pissed and frustrated and squirm around, my legs flying about and flexing abs to try to break free from your scissor.
Luke Dexter
Finally, after what feels like a dozen slaps to your face and the squeezing of my legs, you start to awaken, immediately noticing me wearing your belt. To my surprise I feel you flex your abs, providing you a shield of sorts and offering up resistance to my ever-tightening legs. I’m only able to think one thing, "You're tougher than it would look.” Despite that, and despite you kicking your legs around like crazy, I only squeeze you tighter in my grasp, applying yet more and more pressure on your flexed abs, dragging them closer and closer to the point of failure. “If I know what’s good for me? Hmm, what if I don’t know what’s good for me, huh? Because, truth be told, I don’t really care. Just think, had you not bothered to pull me over, you wouldn’t be in the mess, hehehe. " I finish with an evil laugh before letting out a growl as I squeeze your body even harder.
Bad Cop Steve
My furry red face still stings after your slaps. I keep thrashing around, my legs bouncing freely to try to escape your nasty leg scissor around my core. I flex my abs as best I can, but your legs are strong, stronger than most men I had to face in the past. I listen to your cocky comments but try not to respond too much to save up some energy. My abs start to cave in but I continue to keep fighting. “I don’t care what you think. If I came across you again I wouldn’t hesitate to pull you over again. You’re a young punk that likes to cheat to win a fight. If you were man enough you would un-cuff me in a fair fight. I will get my revenge somehow, if not me, back up from my police station will come looking for me.” I think I said enough, let’s see if my words affect you. I keep thrashing about and rolling side to side to try to fight off your scissor hold on me. My furry muscled cop body is shining with sweat.
Luke Dexter
I chuckle a little at the fact that your police buddies would come. You’re such a fucking pussy that you require someone else to save you from me, seemingly your own worst fucking nightmare. “You do realise how that sounds, don’t you? You need saving from your fellow officers; talk about super-humiliating. You can’t even handle one young biker punk. You should honestly be ashamed to put on the uniform," I taunt, while continuing to battle and slowly defeat your abs with my legs. “Oh, and while I think of it, I’ve already thought of that, but first, you have to beg me to not break your fucking body in half.” With that, I focus solely on my legs, willing them to use almost every ounce of muscle power that I possess to crush the deepest and hardest jet into your body. Crushing you like a personal fucking squeaky toy for me to torture and abuse as I see fit.
Bad Cop Steve
You twist my own words to make me look bad. I’m in a disadvantageous position which is why I would welcome back up from my station to come to rescue me. “I don’t care what you think punk. If you un-cuffed me and fought me in a fair fight, I wouldn’t need back up to save me.” I manage to say and grunt loudly when you tighten your leg scissor around my core. I keep flexing but your scissor is a lot stronger than what my abs can handle but I keep resisting with everything I got. I growl when you comment about being ashamed to wear my own uniform. “I have no shame punk” I fight the embarrassment of seeing you wear my utility belt but work hard to ignore that fact. “Beg you, neverrrr” I reply back to your comment as I fight hard to resist your intense scissor around my core. UHHHH I breathe deeply and try to bring as much oxygen to my lungs that I can. I resist but not sure for how long. I can feel my ribs bending and pressing into my lungs and it’s starting to hurt.
Luke Dexter
Your continued defiance and strength to fight my scissor hold both anger me and, at the same time, make my cock surge. “You seriously were expecting a biker punk like me to fight fair? All that matters is taking your opponent down. Unlike you, they’ve never needed or wanted to be rescued, though. Would you like to borrow my phone and call your mommy and beg her to help you? "Hahahah," I taunt, before lying flat on my back, moaning softly from the softness of the grass against my bare, muscled back. My eyes close, my right hand gently massages my tight bulge, and my left hand runs over my rock-solid abs as I straighten my legs even more, crushing deeper down into your body, gradually my legs defeating your abs, with not even a grunt or groan from me. “Mmmmm, here are your options: beg like the bitch you are for mercy from your punk master, or suffer broken ribs and end up begging in the end anyway," I say, squeezing you more, bending your ribs and taking them ever closer to the point of breaking.
Bad Cop Steve
After my comments, all I get back from you are more insults and taunts coming from you. I keep rocking side to side while I keep flexing my abs. The ground and weeds are scratching the sweaty skin of my back. You surprise me when you are able to add more power behind your already powerful leg scissor on me. I grunt and cough when my ribs press harder into my lungs. You make jokes about being rescued. “FUCK YOU PUNK” I manage to croak out. You shout back with my options. Which are to be humiliated or suffer with nasty long term injuries. Both options are not brilliant. I would like a different option. I doubt you will give me another one. I’m stunned when I see you rubbing your bulge freely. I think my own bulge reacted to that. I keep squirming and fight on through the pain coming from my cuffed wrists and sore abs and ribs. I’m huffing and puffing. I remain in your leg scissor and need to say something before my ribs suffer more damages. I go for a different option “OK OK Punk you win, let me go, I give up”
Luke Dexter
An evil, sadistic look forms on my face upon hearing your submission that I literally squeezed out of you. “Finally, how fucking hard was that, huh?” I ask, slightly increasing the pressure for half a second before reducing the strength of the scissor hold just enough to make it bearable for you to talk without having to strain your voice. As I do, using my left hand, I grab your handheld radio. I sat on the ground next to me moments earlier and positioned it, still in my hand, just above your face, my thumb about to press the "speak" button. “Ok, don’t think I haven’t thought about you not checking in with your fellow officers. ' Because I have; I’m not a fucking idiot, unlike you,' I say, squeezing you back just as tight as I was before for a couple of seconds before again relaxing my legs to a bearable point for you. “So, you’re going to check in now. I don’t give a fuck what you say, provided your fellow officers don’t come after you. And if you even think about calling for help, say goodbye to every single one of your fucking ribs, GOT IT?!” I shout out at the end, squeezing your body once again, but this time the most yet, your lower ribs on the verge of shattering from this punk’s pure fucking power.
Bad Cop Steve
I can’t believe I just submitted to you but I didn’t have a chance or choice. You seem to accept my submission but you are still putting pressure on my ribs until you release the pressure a little. I hear your comment but just gasp without saying another word. I watch you grab my hand radio. “Punk, that’s mine” You ignore me and bring my phone near my face and about to press the speak button “Get your filthy hands off my stuff moron” I still want to sound tough even in the position I am in. I wonder what you have in mind. You bring back the subject of me calling for backup. “You’re not that smart” I then hear what your plan is as you go back to crushing my ribs. “What, you want me to call them off and say I’m doing fine?” I growl while fighting the pain and trying to breathe with my ribs crushing into my lungs. You squeeze me even harder than before. I’m not sure I can hold out for much longer. Either I do what you ask or you will break some of my ribs which I can’t afford to. You are such a nasty punk that you will probably do it. I’m sure you are not bluffing either. You are even excited sexually when doing it, based on the tent pushing into your trunks through your ripped jeans zipper. I try to fight back but the pain is still unbearable. You bring the radio in front of my lips. “This is Officer Steve Marx. I’m reporting in. I’m fine, I’m about to check out for the day and heading home. “I hear 10-4 through the speaker and you immediately turn off the radio with a big grin on your face. I glare at you “satisfied asshole!
Luke Dexter
I almost sigh as I respond to you. Not only do you do as you’re told, but if I’m to keep to my word, I can’t break your ribs. "Yeah, I am satisfied. Thanks for asking, bitch." Using my right hand, I quickly ball it into a fist, and still scissoring your body, I throw my fist hard at the side of your face to punish you for speaking to your master in such a disrespectful way. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again; otherwise, you’ll be explaining to your family and officers why every bone in your body is broken," I snap at you. Having now finished with your radio and turned it off, I place it in its place on what was once your belt before finally releasing you from my legs, leaving behind a bruised midsection from the brutal, merciless squeezing. Now having rolled up to my feet, I can see perfectly the damage I’ve inflicted and smile a devilish grin in a sign of pure joy and happiness at your pain. “Time to go for a drive, Officer Pussy." I say, before I reach down and scoop your handcuffed body up off the ground and throw you over my shoulder with ease. As I walk back over to the road, I wrap one of my arms around your body to hold you in place, making sure to flex my bicep against you, giving you yet another taste of the muscle your master’s body possesses and how easily I could break you. Cockily with my other free arm, I flex my killer dominant bicep before breaking the pose shortly after to reach into (now) my utility belt to grab your police cruiser's keys to unlock your vehicle. The hazard lights flash, and an audible beep sound fills our eardrums from the vehicle unlocking. Instead of going to any of the 4 doors, I instead go to the trunk and open it before tossing you like a rag doll inside it. “Anything you want to say before we go?” I ask in an uninterested tone, one hand on the trunk ready to close it, my other arm flexing a bicep again.
Bad Cop Steve
The response I get from my sarcastic comment is a hard fist to the side of my face which makes me see stars and gasp UGHHHHHH You are still crushing my core when you snap back at me if I make more nasty comments to you and explain what you will do to me. This punk is wild and nasty but I keep quiet in case you attack me again. You finally release my core and I manage to roll to my side. My sore bruised up ribs can’t find relief with my gloved hands being cuffed. You get back up and announce we are going for a drive. I cough “what? What do you mean? I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t get much of a response, you just proceed without a care about what I said. You show your mighty power when you lift my body up over your broad shoulders. You hold the back of my thighs with one flexed bicep while your other flexed bicep rests on the back of my neck to keep me steady on your shoulders. You then march forward. I squirm around and kick at you as I try to get off your shoulders but you hold me tight, while you amuse yourself in showing off your flexed biceps. “Put me down asshole, let me go” You ignore me and walk forward. I notice you pull out my cruiser keys and unlock my patrol car “what the hell you doing?” My car beeps, lights flash and unlocks. You march to the back of my car and open the trunk. I squirm frantically to get free but I don’t get far with my latest outburst. You dump me in the trunk of my car and moan out when my body gets dumped in the trunk. “What do I say, let me go NOW. You’re going to be in serious trouble for kidnapping a cop. STOP THIS MADNESS PUNK” I protest with a cracking worried tone in my voice. You just grin at me and shut the trunk. I have to duck my head low to avoid receiving the deck lid landing on my head. I trash around “HELP……HELP GET ME OUT OF THIS TRUNK” I kick the lid with my heavy boots. “STOPPP” I panic when I hear the motor of the patrol car running and then bounce around when you drive off. I keep screaming until my throat
Luke Dexter
“Scream all you want; no one's rescuing you," I say out loud as I press my foot down on the accelerator to zoom down the road, gradually putting my bike further and further back in the rearview mirror. I’m almost saddened to see the disappearing sight, but remembering that I’ve got a toy to play with now and that I’ll be back for my bike later pushes that sadness aside. The only help is the vibration of my phone situated in my side jeans pocket. Upon pulling it out and checking the text message, my face lights up. It’s a reply from my brother, informing me that he’ll meet me at my place and also asking for a little bit of proof. After all, believing I’ve got a police officer to play with is something pretty hard to believe. Certainly not camera shy. I open my camera, flip it, and snap a sexy as fuck selfie of my shirtless body behind the wheel of an obvious police car. Satisfied with the picture, I send it to my brother with a message asking, "Proof enough?" before I toss my phone onto the almost empty passenger seat, empty if not for my motorcycle helmet that I’ve taken with me.
Cole Dexter
I can hardly believe my eyes. Am I fucking reading this right? My brother Luke has defeated and turned a police officer into his bitch. And not just any officer, but the punk hater Officer Steve. Something my brother knows about me is that ever since that son of a bitch took a driver’s license off a friend of mine, I’ve been after him. However, he does, of course, know that I’m always up for a laugh. “This has to be a joke, right?” I ask myself in my head. Even with that thought in mind, I decide to believe my brother and forget about my planned workout. Instead, I take the couple of steps straight back to my car, with the goal of making a beeline for my brother Luke’s house. Before bringing the engine of my Ferrari to life, I type up a quick reply to Luke, informing him that I’ll meet him at his place, and almost don’t, but decide to ask for a little bit of proof that he’s not just pranking me. A part of me says this isn’t a prank, but there’s still a part of me that thinks it might be. Nevertheless, I hit the push-button start, reverse out of my parking spot I literally pulled into 5 minutes ago, and head off to my brother’s house. Though I don’t get too far before I get all the proof I need, I get a super fucking sexy pic of a shirtless Luke driving not just a car but a fucking police car. I can’t help but scoff and chuckle at the same time over the audacity of my brother, but remembering who this cop is makes me think about what I would do in Luke’s situation, and honestly, I’d probably do the same exact thing. “Seeya soon, sexy bro," I type back to him.
Bad Cop Steve
I continue to scream, shout and kick the boot lid but doubt anyone can hear me on the road. The motor of my patrol car drowning out my screams. I squirm around on my side in this tight confine spot in the boot of my car, I protect my head to avoid getting it banged up when you purposely drive through some bumps on the road. I faintly hear you talking to someone but can’t make out who. I can’t believe this is happening to me. After that call out to my police station, I am sure they believe I am ok and they won’t come out to look for me. This is also ruining my weekend plans as there is just a couple of hours left on my shift. I’m breathing heavily and sweating in this tight spot with not much air. I’m surprised when the car suddenly stops but the motor is still running. I go back to kicking and shouting and thrashing about. My cuffed wrists don’t give way. Where are we I wonder? You suddenly pull the lid up of the boot. My eyes blink to adjust to the light. The sun is just about to set. I watch you grin and point your phone at me. “Get me out of here punk” You just laugh and take a few pictures and shut the boot lid nearly on my head. I kick and shout again. I over-hear you say to unknown person “More proof” A car door shuts and we go back to moving as you speed off and drive on.
Cole Dexter
If the picture of my sexy shirtless brother driving a police patrol car wasn’t enough, a few seconds later popping up on my Apple CarPlay was yet another picture. Assuming I still had doubt, I no longer do. Any doubt I had is instead replaced by the strong desire to finally get some revenge against this officer by having just a little bit of fun, fun he won’t soon forget. I don’t reply to my brother’s latest pic sent via text and instead just decide to give my full attention to the road in front of me, with a freshly formed evil, yet arrogant, smirk on my face.
Luke Dexter
I know that picture I’ve just taken of you for my brother will dispel any potential doubt Cole still had in his system, and based on the history I know one of my brother’s friends has with this cop, it should fuel my bro’s desire to both beat and punish you some more. To not delay any further, I plant my foot almost to the floor, over-revving the engine to get the patrol car back up to the speed limit, being careful to not speed to avoid getting pulled over. Despite being good on the road (for once) by watching my speed, I soon pull into the driveway of my luxurious home. Everything about it oozes the money that my impressively sexy good looks make. With the simple press of a button on my phone, the automatic garage door opens, allowing me to drive into the almost-empty carpeted space, which is empty apart from another motorcycle and a few dark-covered built-in cabinets. Aiming to not be seen by anyone, I quickly click the same button on my phone screen to close the garage door before opening the driver's side door and stepping out. I then walk to the back of the patrol car and open the trunk, giving you once again perhaps the perfect view anyone could ask for: a shirtless me. Immediately I reach in and grab your body out before aggressively and mercilessly throwing you like a rag doll down onto the ground between your stolen car and my other recently published green-and-black motorcycle. “Be prepared; if you think I didn’t show mercy on you, then I'd hate to imagine what you’ll think my brother gets his hands on you, hehe," I say, finishing with a chuckle before placing my hands behind my head and flexing my shredded body, improving the view for you once again.
Bad Cop Steve
I lay on my side in the trunk of my own car. You nearly banged my head with the tip of the trunk. I shout curses at you but doubt I can be heard. I fight with my cuffed wrists without success. All I manage is damage my wrists with the steel cuffs. You drive along and would love for you to get caught by a colleague of mine. It’s highly unlikely as this area is covered by me only and after that call you forced me to make, no search party will be coming to locate me. I must be getting closer to finishing my shift by now. The station will think I’m at home pulling some cold beers out from the fridge just about now. Instead I am being kid-napped by this punk. I can’t look at my watch to find out how long you have been driving, with my wrists being cuffed behind my back.
We finally come to a halt and hear something mechanical like a garage door. My stolen patrol car moves forward and hear the garage door close. The driver door opens and shuts and hear some footsteps and then hear the trunk lid open. My eyes blink after being in darkness for a while. I’m slowly adjusting to the dim light. I look around at my environment, we seem to be in a carpeted luxurious garage. I watch you flex and grin in front of my eyes. Trying to show off your conquering muscles. “You fuckin punk, you’re in serious trouble” You just laugh and grab my body and without ceremony you dump me on the ground UGHHH I roll on my side on the thin carpet. I notice my patrol car and a fancy sport bike similar to the one I stopped earlier. I also notice some discreet cabinets. You stand near me flexing you muscles and biceps and mention your brother. “You have a punk brother as well? Do I know him?” You try to scare me about your brother showing even less mercy for me. “I don’t care about your mercy. I should be at home right now enjoying my time off. Not being with a couple of degenerate punks. You will be in serious trouble for kidnapping a cop and hope you pay badly with a long sentence and stuck in a filthy cell and being raped by nasty inmates. That’s what your sorry ass deserves” I rant as I squirm around on the car-pet. Trying to get to my booted feet.
Luke Dexter
I can’t even describe how uninterested I am in every threat you make to me and describe the potential consequences my brother and I will face. Arrogantly, showing just how little I care and how unafraid I am of you and your threats, I break my pose to fake a long, drawn-out yawn. I then reapproach you and crouch down to your level before saying, “Firstly, I’d be the one raping inmates; the nastier they are, the better. I’d be running the fucking place. Before you ask, how? I flex my biceps arrogantly over you before continuing, “Who’s going to know we kidnapped you? You’re the one, after all, that turned off your cams and radioed to your fellow officers that you’re calling it a day. So basically it’s your word against two rich, sexy punks. So just do me a favor: drop your shitty threats. Honestly, it makes you out to be an even bigger pussy than you already are.” I finish up by giving your stomach region a weak punch before standing up straight again, grabbing you, once again throwing you over my shoulder, and taking you out of the garage and into the house. As I walk, I can hear outside the loud, unmistakable roars of my brother’s Ferrari and smile. The same luxuriousness in the garage continues everywhere I walk. As I make the short journey to the living room area, I answer your final question, "No, you’ve never met my brother, but you’ve met another punk friend of his. From what I hear, you got his license suspended or something. My bro has been wanting revenge on his behalf ever since.” I switch on the lights, and out of the darkness comes a huge living area, the stable feature being a large, oversized curved black leather couch facing a massive 80-inch TV. Due to the size of the room, I don’t move anything out of the way before dropping you off of my shoulders, letting you fall onto the thicker carpeted floor. I’m unable to do anything further before I hear the doorbell and smile once more, knowing exactly who it is and knowing that the fun can now begin. “Don’
Cole Dexter
I’ve only been driving for about 10-15 mins, and despite speeding, it feels as though I’ve been driving for hours; Luke’s house just can’t come fast enough, but soon enough the huge, multi-million dollar property comes into view. I can only smile and chuckle at how over the top my brother can be with showing off his money. Then again, here I am, driving an almost $2 million car. Now in a lower gear, my Ferrari engine roars, alerting everyone in the near vicinity that I’m here. With that, I drive through the opened gates and pull up on the perfectly maintained dark green grass, leaving a couple of black skid marks on the grass from skidding to a stop. Upon getting out of the supercar, I inspect the skid marks and smile in satisfaction at the mark I’ve left, something that I often do just to annoy my brother. Wearing black boots, red-and-black shorts, black shirt, black cap on backwards, and a leather jacket, I take the short walk up past the large, ornate trickling water fountain and up to the front door, ringing the doorbell to alert my bro that I’m here, in case he missed the sound of my grand entrance. I don’t wait too long before a shirtless Luke answers the door, a smile planted on his face that's quickly mirrored by a smile of my own. “Hey Luke, nice to see you as always," I say to him, giving him a friendly bro hug before stepping inside. I don’t have to take too many steps before I see the guy that I’m really here for. A guy that was once almost every punk's nightmare but is now someone that’s clearly been solely at the mercy of my brother. “Nice catch, Luke. I have to say he’s certainly not what I expected. I expected someone tougher, not that," I say, motioning my hand at you, letting you know who I’m talking about.
Bad Cop Steve
You disregard my threats and try to make me feel like a fool for mentioning them. “Fuck you punk. I ain’t no pussy. If I didn’t have these cuffs on the situation would be really dif-ferent.” You reply back with a punch to my unprotected gut OUGHH Air escapes my lips. I roll side to side to try and protect my sore abs. I also get frustrated more “fuck, stop touching me fucker” I’m stewing here on my side while I think about your comment about who will believe that I have been kidnapped. You tell me what I did and said. “Fuck” I hate that you bring valid points about my case. “My word counts more than from any rich punk” I simply say as I don’t want you to think you will get away with what you’re doing to me. You just grin and pull my body up over your shoulder and drag me out of the garage. You stop to listen to the noise coming outdoors. Sounds like a sports car. You drag me to this expensive looking living room. I notice more when the lights come on and see the expensive furniture and huge tv. I quickly think how did this punk get to be this rich at his age?
You reply back regarding my question, if I know who your brother is. I have a feeling it might be him pulling in your drive. You tell me I never met him but I caused trouble for one of his friends. “Do I care?” I simply say. But I don’t like the fact that your brother wants to act out some revenge on me. The fact that I am still vulnerable at the moment is starting to stress me out and finding myself cuffed and having to face not one punk but two, doesn’t look great for me. I better try to be careful with what I say. You dump my body on the more plush carpet and roll to my side. Just then the doorbell rings and you go to the door to let this visitor in. You greet your brother and give him a hug. I fight against my cuffed wrists but don’t win. I’m sensing more trouble when these nasty brothers unite. I just turn my head and glare at you both. Your brother compliments you for caching me and growl low. I growl more loudly when you play me for a weaker cop than I am. I bottle up my anger. I ad-dress the hot looking but nasty new punk. “I hope you can make your brother see sense and have him release me. Like I said before. Keeping me against my will is not a good idea. You both will face jail time for this. Just release me and I will forget what you did to me and just leave you be without any further bad consequences for any of us” I roll to my gut and wave my cuffed wrists in the air. I’m also hiding my growing boner inside my jock and trousers. A situation I can’t figure. Is it because I am surrounded by some hot looking punks, I ask myself.
Cole Dexter
“Awww, isn’t he sweet Luke? Even after everything, he’s willing to forget this ever happened in exchange for being let go. Softie, under all that pussy muscle, huh?” I ask, giving you a light kick in your side. I’m so far the odd one out: one shirtless punk (my brother), one shirtless bitch, and one fully clothed punk. Not liking that title of being fully clothed, I remove my leather jacket and toss it over onto the nearby couch as well as my baseball cap. I then grab the collar of my black shirt before pulling it over my head, exposing a body that everyone wants and can only dream about having. Same with the shirt, I toss it over to the couch as well, right as I see my brother pull out a key that he tosses to me. He doesn’t have to say anything; I just immediately know what it is for. Without saying a word to you or my brother, I crouch down and, one at a time, unlock your wrists from your cuffs, the mark of them left behind on your flesh in the form of two red marks. I keep the key with the cuffs that I toss back to my brother to put on what I presume is the utility belt that used to be yours. Mischievously as I rise back to my feet, I give Luke a wink that you can’t possibly see. I then reach down and carefully help you up to your feet. “Listen, I’m sorry for what Luke has done to you. This situation wasn’t right; he just assumed you knew already, but clearly you didn’t. So I apologize for his actions. " I can see my brother out of the corner of my eye giving me a look of pure disbelief and shock over what I’m doing, but I continue with you. “Steve, can I call you that?” I ask as I extend a hand for a polite handshake. As you cautiously take my hand, I continue. “I hope you understand. Luke isn’t a bad guy. He was just teaching you what happens when you mess with a Dexter, something you should’ve known already." By the time I finish, my grip on your hand has tightened immensely hard, crushing your hand. Using my other arm, I reach out to pull you in closer to me
Luke Dexter
I give my brother a sexy whistle as he removes his shirt, loving the sight that I see. A sight that certainly isn’t better than me but still a sexy body, nevertheless. Knowing my brother, and knowing I’ve already had my fun with you (for now), I reach into my pocket and pull out the key for your cuffs, which I toss to Cole. Wanting to give my brother and you some distance, I take a couple of steps backward, just in time to catch the cuffs and key Cole throws back at me. I toss the cuffs onto my brother’s shirt and replace the key back into my pocket before repositioning my hands back on my hips again. What follows is something I never thought I’d see: Cole Dexter, my brother, apologizing. What's worse is apologizing for me, on my behalf. “WTF Cole?” That is all I can think. I know we exchanged a wink just before, which normally means trouble, but this I wouldn’t call trouble. Now I’m watching my brother give this cumstain a fucking handshake. It takes every fiber of my soul to not jump in and take you back down again; I would have if I didn’t see the veins in Cole’s arm suddenly start popping and hear the end of his apology to you. Instantly, I take a massive sigh of relief and let out a few chuckles over the fact that I was practically tricked. Once I look back, I see perhaps the hottest sight many guys would only see once in their lifetime: me. I get to see it frequently. My shredded older brother crushing your body with his arm strength alone—it's so hot that my cock starts immediately surging in its jean prison again.
Bad Cop Steve
I just tried to convince the older Dexter brother Cole to see sense but I get mocked instead. Cole calls me a softie with pussy muscles. I roll to my side to face him and glare at him. “I ain’t no softie or pussy you nasty punk. I was giving you a chance to make things right for you” and for me I tell myself. “If you don’t agree, don’t say I didn’t warn you” I hiss. I get a small kick to my side for my outburst. Cole then decides he doesn’t look the part and strips down to match our attire. All 3 of us are now shirtless. Cole shows off his sculpted muscles. I try to hide the fact that Cole looks great and fit with the muscles he is packing. I just roll my eyes and hide my true feelings. I am then surprised when Luke hands you the keys to my cuffs. You then crouch down and roll me to my stomach and undo the cuffs off my wrists. I roll to my side to face you while I rub my sore wrists which have cuff marks on them. You hand over the cuffs and keys back to Luke who puts them on my utility belt he stole from me and wearing it around his small waist and over his well packed abs. I’m about to shout to Luke to hand me my utility belt back but Cole steps in and gives me hand to get to my feet. It’s his turn to try to convince me that I should accept his apology for his brother Luke. I wonder if it’s genuine. I look at Luke and he looks annoyed and upset about his older broth-er talking for him. He even puts his hand out.
I’m thinking should I refuse his apology, attack them and run away while I am still able, or do I play along for now. “Yeah, you can call me Steve, or Officer Steve would be better. I give Cole a firm handshake as he tries to do the same. “Thanks for removing the cuffs. I would like my belt back and I’ll leave you in peace. Just like I said I would.” Of course I’m not saying the whole truth. After I’m free, I will return with back up and put these nasty punks in a place they deserve, jail! Cole keeps shaking my hand in his and then wraps his other arm around my waist and hugs me into his body tightly. “Ok Cole, you can release my hand and body now” But you don’t and show off your power. Our pecs and hard nipples touch. I try to shake you off me to be released. Luke walks closer to us and hear him chuckle. I soon realize I was set up. I can feel my ribs getting crushed from Cole’s tight hug. “Well since you won’t release me, I will make you” I shoot my head forward and land a headbutt to his face, followed by a hard kick to your knee. My latest attack gives me a chance to pull myself back a little. You still have handshake on me. I now have enough distance to pull my knee back and shoot it forward and land a heavy knee to your lower gut and pull my hand away but lose my glove along the way. I step back far enough to face you both in front of me My 2 fists are up. I look to where the exit is and quietly approach it.
Luke Dexter
“FUCK, COLE LO." I don’t have time to finish my sentence before your head slams hard into my brother’s face, snapping it backwards and sending a mixture of blood and a little sweat flying from his face. I know my brother can take far more abuse than that, but nevertheless, I remove my hands from my hips and start closing in the gap between us. Not fast enough before I see you attack Cole’s knee and send a knee of your own to his lower abs before pulling your hand free and backing away with your guard up. “You alright, bro?” I ask my brother, before turning my attention to you, to keep my own guard up. “Still got some fight in you, huh? "Gotta give you credit for stubbornness, I guess," I say as I slowly stalk you. Once I’m within striking range of you, I fake a left hook at your jaw, only to immediately follow it up with a powerful upper cut to your solar plexus region. Everything in front of my fist is either forced out of the way or crushed. For added pain, I twist my fist in your body and hold it for a couple of seconds before slowly withdrawing it, leaving behind yet another massive red mark on your already marked and destroyed body. I then grab your body, and like the rag doll I’m treating you as, I throw you through the air, away from the exit and back in the direction of my bleeding older brother.
Cole Dexter
I’m about to squeeze my arms around your body when I see you lean your head back and prepare for what I instantly think is a headbutt. My brother too sees this and tries to warn me, unaware I’m already aware. I only have time to loosen my bearhug slightly when your head slams hard and forcefully into my mid-face, snapping my head hard and sharply backwards. By the time I straighten my head up, I can already taste the damage in the form of a rich iron flavour from the deep red blood flowing out both of my nostrils from the ruptured, crushed blood vessels in my nose canal. Just as fast as blood runs down my face, I feel you strike my knee and follow it up quickly with a strike to my lower abs. My abs absorb the impact of your knee, but the knee strike makes me release you completely and sends me stumbling backwards, both from my temporarily weakened knee and dizziness filling my head from your headbutt. If not for the leather lounge just behind me, I’d probably fall on the ground, but I use it to stabilise myself before gravity can take me down. As I do, I hear and see your body collide hard with the ground just in front of me. Looking to the side, I can see Luke fuming with anger. “Don’t worry, Luke; it takes more than that to take me out," I say to him, just as a few drops of my blood drip down off my chin and onto your sweaty, heaving chest. With the taste of my own blood now flooding my mouth, and that combined with adrenaline, I push the feelings of dizziness from my head before I jump into the air, performing a flip, sending drops of blood everywhere, before my upper, shirtless body collides hard with your shirtless body, crushing you between me and the floor beneath you.
Bad Cop Steve
I was successful in getting Cole to release me after my headbut connected with his face and noticed blood dripping from his nostrils. My hit to your knee and lower abs had an effect on you. I pull away and sneak towards the exit but Luke notices and he steps forward. I knew facing two of you wouldn’t be easy to escape from. Luke looks upset after what I did to his brother. You give me some credit for being stubborn. It’s not real credit but more annoy-ance. “If you think you can take me down cheaply with 2 against one, you better get ready for a tough fight because I am far from surrendering” Luke approaches with fists up and bring my own up as I take a step closer to the exit door that leads to the garage where you dragged me in from. I bring my fist up to protect my jaw. I remember full well how hard your punches are. But you tricked me because your plan was to leave me open for your real punch which landed on my solar plexus UGHHH I bend forward winded. You take that opportunity to grab my body and lift me off my feet and drag me away from the exit. Before you throw me to the carpet floor I land my knee to your chin. I then go flying and land hard on my back OUGHHH I arch my spine and take in big breaths, luckily the carpet took some of the impact. Cole is waiting for me with anger written all over his face. Blood drips from his nostrils onto my naked upper body. You then do a high flying flip, spraying some of your blood on me and all around me. I get ready to defend myself and brace for the impact. I raise my 2 fists up and plant my boot heels on the carpet. OUGHHHFF I arch up when you land across my pecs. I wait for your face to turn to look at me. I fight off the pain and loss of air to land my 2 fists on each of your face cheeks. My 2 feet on the ground I surge up and push my upper body up to throw you off me. I quickly roll away a few feet from you both. I roll once again and get to one knee facing you both with one gloved hand rubbing my plexus and muscled pecs and my other un-gloved hand up and ready to strike. Lucky for me I handle pain well and in light of the circumstances I am faced with, I will fight with every ounce of power my body has in its tank.
Cole Dexter
My body slams hard on yours, crushing you under the weight and momentum of my shredded muscled upper body, but before I can get up, I see and feel your two balled hands slam hard into both of my cheeks, instantly making them redden and swell slightly. The taste of more blood also fills my mouth from the now-bleeding interior sides of my face. Thanks to you thrusting your hips upwards, I fall off to the side of your body, and you do the same as you roll away to get some distance back between us and give me some time to get up to my feet. With the taste of blood coating almost the entire interior of my mouth, I get to my feet, donning perfectly blood-red lips and reddened teeth, almost looking like a vampire that as an appetizer is slowly feeding on his own blood before enjoying the main course, you. “You’re so going to regret your continued attacks on my face, bitch!!” I hiss at you, spitting a little blood as I do. With Luke now at my side, I whisper something in his ear that only he’s able to hear before we both approach you, guards up, ready for anything you might try and throw at us. Once within arms' reach of you, almost simultaneously I fire my open left hand and Luke his open right hand at you to brutally grab your neck and not only pull you to your feet but also lift you off your feet. As soon as your feet are tangling, I release your neck and get on knee myself, making sure to flex my leg as hard as possible. “Go Luke," I say to him.
Luke Dexter
I watch with anger and 2 tightly clenched fists as you attack my brother’s face again, myself barely able to contain my anger and not rip your throat out. If not for knowing my brother and knowing that he’ll most definitely get you back for attacking his face, I’d be beating you to a bloody pulp. Seeing my brother ok by quickly getting to his feet after taking a few rolls helps my anger return from a rapid boil to a hot simmer. Despite that, my two hands remain firmly clenched, making the veins in my arms pop and biceps bulge almost through the skin that struggles with every second to stretch and contain the rock-hard, sweaty muscle just beneath it. Only once Cole whispers his plan in my ear do I gradually unclench my fists, resulting in my biceps relaxing slightly. “Sounds good, Cole." I say back to him loud enough for you to hear just as we start taking small yet quick and intimidating steps towards you. In an instant, as if we’re connected, both my hand and my brother’s hand whip out through the air and angrily lock around your neck, crushing your windpipe and bloodlines in our grip, instantly reddening your face from the tightness and strength. Not that I need Cole’s head, but he helps with his arm to get you up off your one knee, to your feet, and off your feet, only letting go once you’re airborne, leaving just the muscle power in my arm holding you in the air. As I do, I squeeze your neck even tighter than before. “Just fucking playing with you, Stevey," I throw through my gritted teeth before I turn and choke slam you back first over my brother’s flexed, extended knee.
Bad Cop Steve
I stay on one knee and keep my eyes on you both as I prepare for what you will throw at me. I watch Cole spit blood, his lips are blood red. His eyes are like daggers when he stares at me. He is not a happy bunny and his brother Luke, the fucker who kidnapped me here, is not happy either. He is clenching his fists and bulging up his biceps. The 2 of you approach me like 2 predators. Cole tells me I will pay for my stunt and attempt to fight back. “You have an ugly mug, you should thank me for trying to rearrange your face.” I laugh at my cocky comment. I get prepared to defend myself. I look at the exit behind me and think about making a run for it or should I attempt to beat you for what you did to me. The hero in me wants to prove that I can fight and I’m not the pussy you think I am. My moment of hesitation was enough for you both to catch up to me and you both grab me by my neck to choke me and lift me off the floor and now dangle up and above you, my booted feet no longer touching the ground. I look down at you with my red furry face and eyes bugging out. “Put me down fuckers” I croak out. I swing punches at your raised arms and biceps. My booted feet swing forward and attempt to kick both sets of pecs of these punks in front of me. I can’t help my-self to admire the muscles you are both showing. Your sculpted smooth pecs, those defined bricks called abs. You both have big sets of biceps on you. I also caught a glimpse of your bulges through Cole’s red shorts and Luke’s black jeans. My own bulge in my cop trousers is at your eye level and you must have noticed my growing bulge.
I shoot more kicks at you both while I grab your wrists and squeeze them as I try to make you lose your grip on my neck. I did notice you 2 chatting quietly. I’m sure you are planning something. I manage to pull Cole’s hand off my throat or was it deliberate? I’m now trying to fight off Luke when I notice Cole drop to one knee. Before I can launch a kick to Luke’s chest he tosses me down fast and hard and land back first over Cole’s knee UGHHH I felt his hard knee dig into my spine which will probably leave a dark bruise. I’m surprised Cole’s leg didn’t collapse when my 200lbs weight landed on his knee. I bounce off Cole’s knee and roll away. I bring a boot down on the carpet and lift myself back up to my feet while arching my spine to find some relief. I catch my breath and notice a 6 foot tall standing floor lamp. I grab it to use it as a weapon. I grab it from the top near the 2 shades and swing the round flat foot rest of the lamp at you. I rush carefully towards you both and swing. I connect with Luke’s abs and then swing again and connect with Cole’s bulge. I have a big smile when the lamp connects with both your bodies.
Cole Dexter
Pain throbs and shoots up and down through my sciatic nerve before briefly spreading up into my lower spine from your body colliding back first with it, but relief comes quite fast when you immediately roll off it and onto the floor. With my eyes squeezed closed and teeth clenched tight enough to almost make them shatter, I force myself up off my feet, naturally slightly lopsided thanks to the weakness in my leg. By the time I reopen my eyes again, I see something flying towards me. At first I think my vision is just blurred or adjusting, but the pain that erupts in my obvious bulge tells me otherwise. “Arghhhhhhhhhh, you FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!” I yell out in pain as I stumble back a few steps, gently hugging my now sore bulge with both of my hands.
Luke Dexter
I can’t help but cringe on behalf of my brother from your body being driven into his leg by gravity and my strength, but to my amazement, you somehow roll away and, with the help of a lamp pole, start to get to your feet, distracting me from cringing and giving my brother potential pity or at the very least a hand up. Something that I see he doesn’t need when I watch him fight his way up. That brief distraction is more than long enough for you to have the lamp now in your hands and swing it at my exposed midsection. I haven’t got any time to avoid or block it before the heavy-weighted body of the stand slams into my abs with a loud thud, quickly followed by a grunt from me. Much like my brother does when you attack him, I stumble a couple of steps back, but my abs took the blow quite well, so unlike my brother, I’m still standing upright, more than able to fight on with you. “Can’t fight us with your bare hands, so you’ve got to use weapons, huh?” I say, before I grab the end of the lampstand. Now holding it with both of my hands and having a strength advantage over you, I pull hard on the metal stand to pull you into it. Just as you’re about to make contact with my body, I remove my right hand from the stand and quickly ball it into a fist to send the hardest, most wicked right uppercut to your jaw.
Bad Cop Steve
What a sight you both make. The lamp connected rather well with both of you. The bottom of the lamp connected with Cole’s bulge and watch him step back barely able to stand on his two feet and watch him nurse his sore bulge. I hear him shout and curse me and just laugh. As for Luke, I connect the base of the lamp with his abs. He steps back like his brother and rubs his sore abs. I move forward with the lamp in my grip held up high and ready to swing the lamp at you. But you prove to me again how tough you are. You manage to grab the foot of the lamp and pull me with the lamp forward. I try to pull the lamp out of your grip but you hold onto it to pull me in closer and land a heavy punch to my jaw that knocks my head back. I drop the lamp and take a few steps back. My eyes are out of focus for a few seconds. I shake my head to get my senses back. I need to be careful with your fists because they are lethal. I have just about recovered. “Against the 2 of you I need to use whatever I can to stop you while in a disadvantage and I’m sure you would do the same you nasty piece of rubbish.” I shout back at you. I watch you step towards me and your brother stands behind you. I think fast and lunge forward in the air with my boots in the air and land a drop kick onto Luke’s pecs. I’m hoping my boots will connect hard enough to make you fly back and knock you into your brother behind you and make you both drop to the floor.
Luke Dexter
Evilly I smile as my fist connects firmly with your jaw, sending your head and the rest of your body stumbling backwards. As you do, you drop the lamp and start shaking your head to seemingly shake out the cobwebs and dizziness I just replanted in your head again. “You just don’t quit, do you… "I start to say it but am unable to finish my sentence before you surprise me by managing to perform a dropkick on me. Your boots slam hard into my unsuspecting upper body, sending me stumbling backwards into my brother, who was also unprepared, and due to my body stumbling back into him, he falls to the ground, followed by me landing on top of him. “Sorry, Cole," I say through my angrily gritted teeth. Now with almost the same anger as when you pulled me over, I launch myself with the help of my hands off the ground and, like a speeding muscled bullet, slam my shoulder deep into your upper abdominal region to take you off your feet and down to the ground under me, where, like a wild raging animal, I start throwing wild left and right punches at both sides of your body.
Cole Dexter
Fortunately the hit to my bulge wasn’t anything too serious and certainly wasn’t nearly as bad as a direct point-blank punch. Thanks to that, I start to straighten up quite quickly, but still with a dull ache deep in my bowels. Almost as quickly as I stand up, though, my brother Luke stumbles into me. I try and quickly flex my body to stabilise myself and not fall but am unable to before gravity defeats me and takes me to my back, immediately followed by my brother landing back first into my tensed chest. From the weight against my chest, my lungs forcefully deflate, expelling a mixture of oxygen, carbon dioxide, blood and saliva from my mouth. Luckily my lungs aren’t forced to burn and struggle to re-inflate for long before Luke angrily pushes himself up and off me. Involuntarily my lungs instantly suck in oxygen and inflate, infusing oxygen-rich air into my bloodstream, almost instantly returning my strength but, more importantly, my desire to finally end you. Just as quickly and angrily, I get up to my feet. Seeing Luke pounding away at your side, I walk slightly to the side before jumping into the air and pounding with the full force and strength of my body behind it, a right clenched fist into your nose, wanting to finally dish out my payback for you busting my nose open.
Bad Cop Steve
I smile when my drop kick worked well and watch the 2 brothers tumble over each other and land on their asses on the floor. I am certainly amused but you 2 are not and I know why. You are probably getting fed up with my antics and my resistance. I plan to give it all I got and resist to you for as long as I can or until I escape. My pleasure is short lived when I see Luke grab the floor and get back up to his feet. I can see the anger on his face when he rush-es over towards me. I plant my 2 boots on the floor with my fists raised. As he approaches close enough to me I swing a right to his head but he ducks down and my fist goes flying above his head. He was prepared for that as he wanted me to be opened up so he could land his shoulder to my abs UGHHH air and spit fly out of my mouth. The momentum knocks me back and lose my footing. I drop down to my ass. You don’t stop your attack there. You straddle my hips between your legs and shoot quick punches to my sides. Your heavy fists are lethal and feel my already bruised sides throbbing. I bring my arms up to defend myself and block your fists from landing more onto my sides. I bring my boots behind yours and shoot a hard up close right hook to your lower gut and shove you back.
I make you trip over my boots and watch you stagger back. I am feeling happy about stop-ping your attack but then I didn’t count on Cole coming at me already. He is so quick that I don’t have enough time to defend myself or to roll low to avoid his fist from coming at me. POWWW his fist connects with my nose AFFFKKK I moan out and hear the loud crunch of bone and cartilage cracking. Blood spurts out of my nostrils onto your legs and red shorts. I see stars and feel dizzy. I bring my gloved hand to my nose and see the blood on the leather material of my glove. FUCKKKER I grab your shorts to help me get up to my shaky feet. My vision is still blurred after your punch. Out of instinct I still need to fight back. My un-gloved fist flies forward aimed for your jaw.
Cole Dexter
Feeling your nose buckle under my fist, hearing the sound of your nose cracking, and feeling the warm feeling of blood instantly flowing from your nose sends an evil laugh flooding from my mouth from my vocal cords. As I remove my fist and see the damage caused, I can’t help but complement that evil laugh with an evil, sadistic grin. If I were a cold-blooded vampire, my fangs would already be deep inside your neck, sucking you dry. Breaking me out of my sadistic trance is you grabbing my shorts to help yourself up before suddenly throwing a random punch at my jaw, sending my head snapping to the side, and me stumbling away, spitting out a little bit of saliva and blood of my own as I do.
Luke Dexter
I’m so caught up in my anger and desire to pound you into the ground that I leave myself stupidly unguarded and open for an attack. An attack that you execute by striking my lower abdomen, sending me up and off you, just in time for me to watch my brother land a massive punch on your nose. Before Cole even removes his fist from your nose, I can see the blood flooding out of both of your nostrils, making me join in with my brother with a dark, sadistic laugh of my own. Your unexpected shot at my brother, though, knocks me back into the game real fast. Before you can even unclench your fist, I’m back on the attack by getting behind you and thrusting my arms up under your armpits and bringing my hands up behind your head, locking them together. Then using my strength, I fall back onto my back, pulling you with me, and grapevine your legs, stretching them open and putting your huge bulge on full display. “Personal punching bag for you, Cole," I say to my brother.
Cole Dexter
My right hand gently rubs my jaw as I move it side to side, my TM joints cracking a little with every movement from them locking back into place. Hearing my name makes me stop adjusting my jaw and turn to see you now in a Nelson, grapevine combo. That, however, isn’t the only thing I notice; what sticks out the most is your bulge, something that matches both Luke’s and mine, only yours must be from our treatment of you. “Look here, Luke, someone’s enjoying this," I say to my brother as I lightly press my foot on your bulge, massaging it a bit as I do. “It’s ok, you can admit it; we have this effect on many guys," I say, with a cocky wink.
Bad Cop Steve
My eyes light up when my fist connects with Cole’s jaw. He staggers back and watch his head snap back. Spit and blood fly out of his mouth. I feel proud about myself and happy I still have fight left in me and managed to hurt Cole. I have my fists up and get ready to step forward to land another punch on Cole’s face with the hope he won’t cause me any more problems afterwards and I could then focus my energy on Luke. I’m about to swing a punch towards Cole when Luke intervenes and grabs that arm and then the other and traps me in a full nelson. My arms are now up in the air and try to break them loose. You press the palms of your hands on the back of my head and yank my body backwards until we both trip over. Luke takes the blunt of my fall when I land on top of him. I try to move my arms but he still has them trapped under his strong arms. I try to use my legs to kick myself free from Luke but he traps my 2 legs with his in a grapevine. I struggle to get free and hear Luke invite his brother over. I grunt and breathe heavily as I try to get free “Get off me” My arms and legs are spread wide and feel vulnerable. Cole brings his boot down gently over my bulge. You both make fun of my bulge and try to make me think my beating excites me. “Fuck you both I am no way excited about this. “Get off my bulge moron. Besides, Luke behind me is excited because I feel his bulge against my ass” I bring my ass up and stomp on his bulge with my ass a few times. At the same time I swing my head backwards and land a couple of head butts to his face. If I can weaken him enough I can break free and attack Cole next.
Cole Dexter
I can see you trying to get free from my brother’s full nelson by throwing some headbutts back at him, but I’m confident in his ability at keeping you locked in the nelson despite those headbutts, so I continue to massage your bulge with my foot, this time applying a little more pressure for pleasure. “Yeah, he’s excited at how he’s kicking your ass; the feeling is mutual. That leaves you. Why are you excited? Because we’re kicking your ass," I say back to you before removing my foot from your bulge. Now my eyes eye your toned stomach region; with both of my hands now balled into fists, I drop to my knees between your ever-stretching legs and start pounding my fists into your abs, carving them with every punch and forcing you harder and harder against my brother’s bulge.
Luke Dexter
I chuckle a little at your denial over the reason for your bulge but can’t chuckle for too long before you start fighting back against my hold by throwing a couple of headbutts back into my face. With your head movements being restricted a little bit from my Nelson, the headbutts aren’t too severe, but that combined amount does blur my vision for a few seconds and makes my ear ring briefly. Quickly, though, I snap out of it and crank the Nelson hold tenfold, resulting in my biceps almost bursting through the skin surrounding them. “Grrrr, try that again and I’ll fucking break your neck, bitch," I growl out at you while cranking the nelson even more, forcing your chin further and further into your chest and giving you a perfect view of my brother pounding away at your abs. The more my brother pounds you, the more I can’t help but let soft moans escape my lips from the forceful but pleasurable pressure being applied on my bulge.
Bad Cop Steve
My headbutts on Luke’s face and ass stomps on his bulge don’t have the effect I was looking for. Meanwhile, Cole presses his foot more on my bulge which inadvertently makes it grow more for some odd reason. Am I getting excited from the predicament I am in or is it because my balls and cock are getting touched? I keep trying to free myself but my arms remain locked in the full nelson and my legs keep getting stretched wide in the grapevine hold and I can’t kick them free. I ignore the 2 brothers about being excited. Cole finally re-moves his foot from my bulge and I can finally find some relief but also feel my bulge stretching out my jock and cop trousers. Cole drops down to his knees between my legs. I was worried he was planning to drop his knees on my bulge but he didn’t. I think he has other plans for me which I probably won’t like. I can see him stare at my exposed and vulnerable abs. I thrash against Luke to get free but Luke just adds more pressure to his 2 holds on my arms and legs and pushes my face down more towards my chest and I now witness up close what Cole is doing to me, which is using my abs as a punching bag. I cry out and moan out as air and spit are punched out of me. Cole’s punches are just as heavy and lethal as Luke’s. Where did these 2 brothers learn to fight and how did they get so strong at their age. I manage to croak out between punches “You…won’t..get..away..with..this …you fuckin bastards” My ab ridges are being broken into and can see the coloured welts appear. I can barely breathe at this point. Cole is slowly and methodically knocking the fight out of me as well as I start to struggle less against Luke’s holds. What’s worse my bulge is still rock hard and tenting my trousers.
Luke Dexter
With every punch my brother throws, your body gets slammed harder and harder against my fully grown 9-inch, rock-hard cock, which continues its battle to stretch and attempt to escape its jean prison. Soon your muscle provides so little protection from his fists that I start feeling a much harder force slamming into my bulge, my brother’s fist. Your body, however, acts as a big enough shock absorber to take most of the blow, leaving my bulge to receive only the hard pressure of your body being forced against it. My moans grow louder, and quite soon a wet patch starts to form, a wet patch that only grows the harder and more forceful the punches from Cole become. To enjoy the moment, I gently close my eyes, and feeling your resistance start to weaken, I slightly weaken the Nelson hold too, helping me relax even more. For added pleasure, my hips roll involuntarily to force my bulge even harder against your ass, soon my hips rolling in sync with my brother’s punches, crushing your body between his fists and my bulge beneath you.
Cole Dexter
“Haha, and what are you gonna do about it? Tell your fellow officers about how two punks destroyed you? What? Either way all it would go to show is that you’re too big of a pussy to wear the badge any longer. So if I were you, I’d personally keep my mouth closed and spare yourself the embarrassment," I say back to you, before resuming my punches, making sure to now drill them even deeper into your stomach region, twisting each fist I throw, and holding them in your gut for several seconds before slowly retracting my fist, leaving behind an even redder mark from my fist. A redder mark that coats your entire once-strong abdomen, now just a soft, pulverized shadow of its former self. “You really should work your abs out more; it would have made it more fun for me to beat on them," I say before I fire one final fist, a brutal uppercut, into your solar plexus region, crushing it and forcing almost every ounce of air in your lungs out. In the meantime, just as my brother's bulge grows, so too does mine till my cock is equally as long and rock hard. Yet my bulge is much larger thanks to its fabric prison being easier to stretch. Despite beating on you, I can't help but notice your bulge also pulsating. too, seemingly with every fist I land on your unprotected stomach.
Bad Cop Steve
I try to threaten you both for what you are doing to me but it gets me nowhere as I make you laugh and taunt me further. Luke still has the grapevine full nelson combo on me while his bro Cole punches the stuffing out of me until I can barely breathe. My awesome abs, my strong core is being put to the test. I feel every inch of my ab muscles burn with pain. I caught a glimpse of them and they are covered with welts and bruises. Furthermore, I can tell that Luke under me is enjoying what his brother is doing to me, so much so I can feel his big bulge pressing through my ass crack that is covered by my trousers and your jeans. I try to free my arms and legs but all those punches have knocked the fight out of me. I can barely move my arms and legs. I also feel my own bulge pushing into the zipper of my trousers through my damp with sweat and precum jockstrap. “Shut up Cole I am not a pussy cop. I will continue to wear my badge proudly after all this. Neither of you would fare better than me if you were caught in a handicap match like I am now. Nothing wrong with my abs either. You 2 bros are a couple of pussies. You got muscles everywhere but still have puny brains.” My ranting feels good to get out of my system but it doesn’t pay off when I’m on the receiving end of a hard punch to my solar plexus area. I cough and gasp out. Drool runs down the corner of my mouth. My furry pecs are heaving. I manage to roll to my side, dragging Luke with me. I rest on my side in a foetal position while fighting to breathe. I try to stomp Luke’s invading cock with ass stomps as I try to figure a way out of the mess I am in.
Luke Dexter
With every punch my brother throws and lands in your gut, a louder moan escapes my lips from your body being forced hard against my bulge, a bulge that with every passing second throbs and spasms even more. Those spasms, however, grow even more intense when you roll us to our sides and start stomping your ass against my bulge. My balls churn, and pre-leaks and surges from my tip increase the size of my wet patch and turn me on even more, if that’s even possible. Before I lose control of my body, I flex and roll you onto your stomach, completely breaking the grapevine and the Nelson hold as we roll. Now with myself sitting on your lower back, I lean forward and aggressively press my elbow deep into your upper spine to keep you down and under my control. “You couldn’t even fare in a one-on-one, and oh, for your information, I have done better in a handicap match, better yet, won. Thanks to me not being a pussy cop," I say softly in your ear.
Cole Dexter
I’m able to deliver one final punch into your body, my fist sinking in the deepest yet before you somehow find the strength and/or adrenaline to roll you along with my brother Luke onto your side. For several seconds my fists remained balled by my side, almost as if my hands wanted to continue their assault on your body without the say-so of my brain. But in the end, as I rise to my feet, they unclench, giving me several seconds of pins and needles from blood flow fully restoring to them. Hearing what Luke says, I can’t help but smile to myself, but push that and any thoughts aside when I give Luke’s left leg a gentle kick and motion for him to get up and let me at you. Only after I see him seemingly dig his elbow into your spine even harder for a couple of seconds does he do as I request and get up off you. Without saying a word, I reach down and grab both of your wrists, one in each hand, then stand on your legs before rolling backwards onto my back, pulling you with me to trap and lock you in a painful, brutal suspended surfboard hold. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night” is all I tell you as I crank the hold, bending your back even further backwards, stressing it, and stretching it to and beyond its limits.
Bad Cop Steve
I feel wetness on my ass through my cop trousers. “Get your wet cock away from ass you god damn perv punk” You both laugh at me and don’t worry about my threats and commands. That ab abuse and punch to my solar plexus knocked a lot of air out of me. I still managed to roll on my side while I try to recover from being used as a punching bag by the brother. Luke remains glued to me. I think he is overheating from the control he has over me and from rubbing his bulge over my ass. I’m surprised and relieved when Luke removes the grapevine hold and full nelson on me. My muscles are still aching and still feel winded. I hear Luke boasting that he could do better than me in a handicap fight and win, which makes me feel weaker compared to him and reminds of my loss to him outdoors. He stole my patrol car, some cop toys and part of my uniform. He pushes me down on my stomach and sits on my lower back. I try to move on all fours and buck you off my back but you push your weight down on my back and slam your elbow down hard at the bottom of my neck UGHHH I crash down on my gut pinned under you. “Fuck you bitch. I’m not a pussy cop” I lash out in rage. I try again to buck you off me. I move my head side to side to see where and what Cole is up to.
I’m surprised again when Luke gets off my back. I rub the back of my neck and start to go up to my knees but I’m stopped in my tracks when some strong hands grab my 2 wrists. Out of instinct I pull my arms forward to free myself from the grip on my wrists. I shoot some back kicks with my heavy boots until some boots land on my calf muscles to immobilize my legs. I turn my head to see Cole grinning and watch his biceps flexing just as he yanks on my arms, nearly ripping my arms out of my shoulder sockets. I’m forced to go backwards and find myself almost flying in the air. Eventually, the 2 of us stop moving and now find myself suspended in the air. My knees are bent painfully. My wrists and shoulder sockets burn and my spine burns and hurts. My limbs stir as I try to free myself but I’m trapped. My chest and abs heave up and down and my tented bulge in my trousers sticks up high. I notice standing nearby smiling and giving his brother a thumbs up. I shake around in the air “Let me go fuck, let me go bastards” I scream in desperation.
Cole Dexter
“Hey, first of all, don’t order us around; secondly, we’ll let you go when we want, not when you want us to," I snap out in response to you, and as a punishment, I make a small adjustment to the hold. I start by releasing your right wrist and moving my right hand to your chin before repeating the same with my left hand, removing it from your wrist and placing it under your chin. “The more you disrespect us, the more pain you’re gonna find yourself in” I say to you, as I flex my arms, and pull your head further down towards my body, straining and bending your neck even further then before, while also stretching out your reddened, and bruising core. “Hey Luke, you wanna torture his abs a bit more, maybe that’ll teach him to quit the disrespect” I suggest to my brother while he removes his jeans, leaving him wearing only his boots, and tight black trunks, showing casing a huge bulge within them, a bulge that equally matches mine, with a small wet spot from precum as well.
Luke Dexter
I’m about to respond to you, but Cole beats me to it. So I leave him to deal with your disrespect while I start to undress a little more. I start by removing your utility belt from my waist, then unbutton my jeans to loosen them off and allow me to drop them to my ankles, exposing to you my powerful sweaty legs for the first time. I step out of my jeans and kick them off to the side, myself now only wearing boots, socks, and my dark, sweaty, tight trunks. Almost instantly, thanks to the removal of my tight jeans, my cock starts to make itself more known by bulging upwards, tightening the already tight trunks around my body. "Oh, you bet I’m going to teach him a fucking lesson, Cole." I respond back to my brother before reaching down for your belt and grabbing your taser. With the taser in my right hand I get down on the ground perpendicular to your body, quickly I grab my brother’s shirt and wipe some of the sweat from your core and back away before I shoot one leg between my Cole’s body and your back, and another leg over the top of your body, meeting and locking my ankles together on the other side. Without saying even a word to you, I tighten the scissors and almost instantly crush whatever abdominal muscles you had left. But I don’t stop there; using the taser, I place it firmly against your side and mercilessly press the trigger, giving you a brief yet painful shock from your taser. “You want to go again, or are you going to fall in line, bitch cop?” I ask, positioning the taser back against your side again.
Bad Cop Steve
My cries to be released fall on deaf ears. Instead of making you become more reasonable, you become nastier instead. Instead of finding comfort I’m about to face more grief. You certainly don’t like me ordering you around and don’t mince your words about it. As you try to shift my authority reflexes that I am usually accustomed to, towards your own. Not only do you try to overpower me with your muscles and strength, you now try to belittle me with your words and then Cole backs them up when you lower my upper body downwards and methodically switch your hold on my wrists and bring your rough hands to my chin instead. My arms flop to my sides and slap your arms as you crank up some mean pressure to my neck and spine. Your strong legs sticking up to keep my legs trapped in the air. I feel more pain to my knees and spine when you bend me in this way. I ignore what you told me “Let me go fuck, what type of words will make you understand to release me.” I surprise myself that I can even talk while suffering so much pain.
As usual I am ignored. I then wonder what Luke is up to. I hear Luke talk but can’t really see him with my head being held by Cole with my eyes pointed at the ceiling. I can’t see Luke but I can now feel him next to me when his powerful legs wrap around my already bruised abs as you tighten a leg scissor that comes close to cutting me in 2. I shake my body as best I can to find some relief but it doesn’t come. As if I’m not suffering enough, Luke decides to add more pain to my body and he goes heavy handed on me when I feel my own taser gun shooting my side. AGHHHHHHHHH I cry out loudly like a wounded animal that gets tortured. My eyes bug out, tears run down my cheeks. My body shakes from the electricity that is going through my body. My bulge deflates and come close to passing out. I breathe heavily and speak softly through grinding teeth “no more please”
Luke Dexter
Now in a sitting position squeezing your body tighter and tighter with every second, I listen intently for your reply to me but am unable to hear it. I could ask my brother Cole if you said anything, but partly because I want you to get the taser again on your body, I don’t, and instead depress my pointer finger on the taser’s trigger to once again tase you. This time even longer than before, and making my cock spray yet more precum through its tip, fuelling me to want to continue your torture for my own sick, sadistic pleasure. “WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, YOU ANSWER ME!!!!!! I SAID, "ARE YOU READY TO FALL IN LINE, OR DO YOU WANT MORE?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I yell out as (for a third time) Give you another short, but painful tase. Just the sadism in my voice alone is enough to make my own brother shiver, little one, my taser torture of you.
Cole Dexter
To say I’m almost in shock at what I just witnessed is an understatement. My younger brother, Luke, just tased a cop (no, sorry, a bitch cop) using his own taser. It doesn’t last long, however, before it turns to shock when I see Luke tease you again and then again. I didn’t even have time to tell him that you had already answered, though even if I did, I had no intention of it. Luke isn’t the only one taking pleasure in your pain; I second it. "Fuck, Luke, normally I’m the evil-minded one. He did actually answer you and begged like a little bitch, asking for no more. Now, he’s barely fucking conscious," I say to my brother, before giving one of my hands to remove from your chin to give your face a couple of gentle slaps to try and somewhat wake you up.
Bad Cop Steve
I just pleaded softly for this torture to end but Luke is so enthralled in hurting me more that he doesn’t listen to me. My core is getting crushed by his strong smooth legs while Cole keeps the hanging surf hold on me. I fear my ribs will cave in soon. I’m also shaking after the taser went off to my side. Luke is still not happy and shoots the taser near the same spot twice more. AGHHH Pppplease I stutter. My face turns red from the lack of air. My eyes bug out. Blood runs down the side of my face from a headbut I received earlier. My tongue sticks out and drool runs out the corner of my mouth as my head rolls to one side. My body shakes and convulses from those electric currents that just went through my body. I’m lucky to still be alive but I’m very close to passing out. Luke shouts at me but I can barely figure what he is saying at this point. I hear him exchange with his brother Cole who tries to reason with his brother about me already having plead and answered his question. Cole eases off on my chin as he now holds my chin with one hand and shouts to Luke that I am barely conscious. Cole lightly taps my face to revive me. I am still suffering from the hanging surf hold and leg scissor and from all those taser shots. My wet eyes blink. My body feels numb at this point. I turn my head to look into Cole’s eyes and stutter weakly “pllleasee nno Mmorre”
Cole Dexter
My eyes too lock onto pleading ones, and if I had a heart for you, I would try and convince my brother to show some mercy on you, but I don’t. You didn’t show mercy on my friend when you took his license away, so why should I show mercy on you now? “Luke, break your scissor hold for me………………………thanks," I say once he does what I asked. With you now solely in my surfboard, I roll to the side, pulling you with me, breaking the surfboard hold as I do. Now on your side, I slide a little close, and roll the pair of us onto your stomach, allowing me to now sit on your upper back, pinning you solely under my body weight. I then hold my hand out towards Luke for him to pass the taser to me, which he does. My hand firmly grips the handle with my pointer finger resting on the trigger while I position it on the back of your neck. “Give me one reason to not do this, bitch cop?”
Luke Dexter
I really won’t want to break the scissor hold on you, but I know my brother wouldn’t be asking me to if he didn’t have plans, so despite the desire to keep the hold locked in, I unlock my ankles, and slide my legs from around your body, before rising to my feet. As I do, I see Cole break the hold and roll you over to mount your back. Fuck, I can’t help but rub and massage my bulge a bit at the sight. My brother pinning down this once badass cop with just his body weight alone—fuck, it looks fucking hot. Still rubbing my bulge with one hand, I reach out with my hand holding the taser to pass it to Cole, for him to have some fun of his own. While he does, I walk behind you and grab hold of the bottom of your pants. Squeezing the fabric tight in my hands, I flex, and in one fast quick movement, strip you of your pants, leaving you in boots, socks, and your thin trunks, that and my trunks being the only pieces of fabric separating my throbbing near erupting cock from your body.
Bad Cop Steve
I plead with Cole to make all of this stop. You reply ‘why should you have mercy for me when I didn’t have any for your friend’. I don’t answer. I worry I will be receiving more abuse but instead you ask your brother Luke to let go of the leg scissor on me and to give him my taser gun. Surprisingly Luke does what his brother asks. I only have the surf hold on me but that soon changes when you roll me over to my side and then on my stomach. You casually sit on my lower back which is killing me after that long surf hold. After that hold, the rib crushing leg scissor and the 3 taser shots I have no fight left in me. I turn my head to see what’s happening and notice Luke handing the taser to Cole. I also notice Luke’s big tent in his trunks. I jump when I feel the end of the taser gun press against the back of my neck. “No please not that” I then hear your question. “I won’t cause you any more trouble, just let me go. I won’t report you and leave you alone” I hope I have said enough. I wait to hear your reply with the hope you don’t shoot me and let me go. I then get surprised when some firm hands grab the waist of my trousers and after a couple of hard pulls, my trousers slip down past my ass and then legs and finally slide past my black leather cop boots, leaving me in my briefs, boots and socks only just like the 2 of you “Heh, why did you do that?”
Luke Dexter
With your pants now in hand, I use my muscle to tear them in half, discarding both pieces on either side of your head, wanting to make it so that you’ll never wear this uniform again. Now that your pants are destroyed, I grab your shirt that I brought inside earlier, put it on, and only to rip and tear it from my body, totally destroying the uniform that you once wore so proudly. Before I discard your shirt, I grab your patch and rip it from your shirt's remains; only then do I toss the now scrap pieces of fabric onto the ground around you. Wanting to humiliate every piece of you, I, with the badge in hand, slide into my trunk to enjoy some time with my leaking, sweaty cock, with the intention of only removing it once it's coated in a thick layer of your alpha’s pre-seed. “Why did I do it? Because I’m taking your ass, I’m going to rip you in two with just my cock, bitch," I respond back to, while I press my foot gently yet firmly on your ass.
Cole Dexter
"Oh, you bet you aren't reporting this, because this taser will be the least of your fucking worries," I snap out at you, angered that you’re still talking about that. In that sudden rage of anger, I depress my finger on the taser’s trigger and start brutally tasing the back of your neck, right on your spine, to send jolts of pain all down your fucking pathetic body. Only after about 20 seconds (longer than any of Luke’s) do I stop. “I said give me a reason not to do it, not a reason to do it," I say to you, placing the taser down next to both your and my bodies. With both hands now free, I plant my boot-covered feet on either side of your head, grab your arm, throw them over my legs, and finish by reaching my hands under your chin to lock in a painful camel clutch to torture that recently tased spine even more with just my punishing muscle. As I do, I see Luke out of the corner of my eye tearing your cop uniform to shreds, but it's when I see him place your badge in his trunks to disrespect and humiliate you even more that I chuckle evilly, giving Luke a quick brief nod as I do.
Bad Cop Steve
Luke just stripped my trousers off and he is probably staring at my bubble butt through my boxer briefs. My cock is hard again and hidden under me. I answered Cole’s question as best I could but I don’t think he is satisfied with my response. I’m left wondering if I will ever be let go or worse will they kill me. I hear ripping sounds and watch my torn trousers and shirt land near me. “My uniform fuck!” Luke walks in front of me with his hand holding his cock in his trunks and shoving my badge, the badge I’m so proud to wear on duty and watch you covered it with your crotch sweat and precum. You then walk behind me and press your boot on my ass, squashing my balls and cock in the process. I gasp when you threaten to rip my hole with your big cock….”Fuck no” but that is the least of my worries as I still have Cole threatening to taser the back of my neck.
My poor answer sets you off as you taser the back of my neck and feel the jolt go down my spine UGHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK STOPPPP I wish I could pass out right now so the pain could go away but I manage to stay awake. My body convulses from head to toe. Cole then drops the taser next to us. My body trembles and drool runs down my chin as my body goes numb. Cole shouts at me. “I said give me a reason not to do it, not a reason to do it," I’m not sure what to respond. Before I do, you drop your ass down and watch your big boots rest on each side of my head. You easily bring my arms which have barely any life in them and drop them over your knees as you grab my chin and pull my head back, bringing pain to my already injured spine “UGHHHH FUCKKK my spine and neck hurts” I sense the 2 of you are enjoying yourself and smiling at each other while I suffer. I gather some strength to talk. “Why you shouldn’t do it, you said. I’m not sure what to say anymore. I guess do what you want with me, kill me if you have to” I moan out with a trembling voice with tears in my eyes. I have never suffered this bad like I am now.
Cole Dexter
“Kill you?” I repeat, a bit perplexed that you ever think about doing that. “Why the fuck do you think we’d do that? I’ll speak for Luke here; we aren't killers, just punishers. Even assuming we were killers, the fun in punishing you is that fact that you’ll have to live with this; killing you would be no fun," I finish up by cranking the camel clutch a little more, bending your spine even further, and forcing your head a little higher too. “Luke, you found this catch, and I can see someone is dying for something, so enjoy," I say to him, referring to his cock.
Luke Dexter
My hand remains in my gear even after putting your badge in pleasure, and I start leaking pre over your badge, but I retract that hand when my brother almost gives me permission to finally do something I’ve been wanting to do. I flexed over your fallen body out on the grass not so long ago, and that is, give you a taste of my cock. I pull my trunks down, not low enough to let your badge fall out, but low enough to let my cock free of its fabric prison, and walk up to your face, to humiliatingly smack your face several times with my 9-inch, sweaty, thick, precum-soaked cock. After giving Cole a quick wink, I grab ahold of your hair, and using my free left hand, guide my cock towards your mouth, thrusting my hips as I do to force it closer and closer to you, until my tip penetrates through your lips and into your mouth, giving you your taste of my Dexter seed.
Bad Cop Steve
In tandem you both tell me that you have no intentions to kill me, which is a relief but what Cole says next, I find concerning. You have more fun punishing and humiliating me in comparison to killing me and it is better for me in your book, that I will have to remember and live with what you both put me through for a long time. Luke defeated me on the out-door field and now feel even more defeated by the two of you. Luke smiles as he jerks his big cock inside his trunks with my prized badge confined in those embedded with sweat and pre jizz covered trunks. I hear my spine crack a little as Cole adds more pressure to my spine with the camel clutch hold he is putting me through. I just gasp and moan out from the physical and morale pains you are both inflicting on me.
Cole tells his brother ‘You found this catch, so enjoy him’ I don’t like the sound of that. I try to wiggle myself free but without success. My body is still numb and can barely function with the abuse you both put me through. I have fear written in my eyes when I see Luke ap-proach me as he pulls his big veiny cock out of his trunks. You move in close to my face and I’m forced to inhale your musk coming from your crotch. You amuse yourself by smacking your cock over my red furry face. You both laugh at my expense. I growl low and stupidly beg you not to do what you’re thinking of doing to me, but talking made me vulnerable because with my mouth partly open you took this opportunity to penetrate my mouth. My teeth grazed your shaft in the process but this didn’t stop you to rape my mouth. I try to protest through your cock but it goes unheard. I heave from the taste of the fluids covering your cock. More pre cum runs over my tongue and in my mouth and drips down my throat. I gag on such a big cock and feel my brain swimming from the blockage of air that tries to make its way to my lungs.
Luke Dexter
Pleasure and a desire to complete my full humiliation of you start to almost completely consume me from just the feeling of my cock starting to enter your mouth. With my cock no longer needing to be guided into your mouth I move my hand from my weapon to the other side of your head, only to start thrusting my hips forwards even further, faster, and harder. Gradually with every thrust, feeding more of my throbbing, pulsating weapon into your mouth and to your gag reflex. Even with you gagging on my size, I continue to show no mercy on you and force my weapon even deeper into your mouth, past your gag reflex and into the back of your throat, brutally pounding it with every thrust, almost as if my cock is trying to rip through the back of your head. All at the same time my brother keeps you firmly locked and held in his brutal camel clutch hold. “Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmm, fuck yeah, I hope your ass feels just as good as this bitch cop” I groan and moan out loud, my cock leaking and swelling the most yet, balls churning, my body on the verge of erupting a long awaited load into you.
Cole Dexter
With ease my muscled arms support the weight of your upper body, even with my brother skull fucking your brains out. To get a little bit of pleasure out of this, I myself start grinding my tented, throbbing bulge down and firmly against your spine, giving you a teaser of sorts of what’s still to come, another 9inch Dexter cock. For now, though, I maintain the camel clutch while occasionally removing one hand to cockily flex my bicep and give it a quick kiss, alternating between biceps each time. “Swallow every drop of Luke’s seed bitch, or get another tase, every fucking drop. " I snap out at you while forcing the taser back against the same area I tased before, only one arm now keeping the clutch locked in.
Bad Cop Steve
My abuse and ordeal continues. While I remain trapped in Cole’s camel clutch hold, Cole amuses himself by flexing one of his biceps one at a time. Which I can see in the corner of my eyes. He only holds my chin with one hand at this point. I’m too far wasted to fight back. I can feel Cole’s cock in his wet trunks as it rubs up and down my spine. I hear him threaten me not to waste any of Luke’s cream when he loses his load in my mouth. He threatens to tase me again if I do. I can’t respond with Luke’s cock jammed so deep down my mouth and throat. I can barely breathe and stay awake. I taste his precum leak down my throat. My eyes must be bugging out on my flushed ref face. Sweat drips down the sides of my face. My temples are pulsating each time Luke’s pubic bone hits my nose, which causes my nose to bleed again. My nose already bloody from those headbuts earlier. My jaw bones ache from having my mouth spread very wide and for so long as I try to adjust to Luke’ meat. Cole means business when I feel the taser press hard on the back of my neck. I just grunt and raise my hands up as a form of surrender. I hear Luke threaten to fuck my hole. That big cock will rip my asshole for sure. I just moan and grunt with the hope you ejaculate soon. I’m not sure how long I can stay awake from a big lack of air that can reach my burning lungs. Luke’s trimmed pubes scratch the bridge of my nose and feel his ball sack hit my chin each time he thrusts his cock in my mouth. I keep gagging as drool runs down my chin.
Luke Dexter
My cock pulses, jolts, throbs, and leaks till the leakage briefly stops, only to be replaced with, moments later, an eruption. An eruption full of thick, hot, fresh cum from my continually churning balls. Involuntarily my hips thrust hard and fast, forcing my cock deeper and harder into your mouth, coating every surface of your mouth and throat in a layer of my seed. With every rope I shoot, my body tenses even more, sweat flows from my sweat glands even more, and most of all, each rope becomes more pressurized until, after 7 ropes, the pressure starts dropping till leaking from my tip is nothing more than a small leak. Despite that orgasm having come to an end, though, my cock remains rock hard, and I keep it in your mouth for you to lick and suck dry. “Suck it dry, bitch. Show me what I already know: that you like my cock and my seed," I say, taunting you, myself placing my hands behind my head, to flex my now overly sweaty, pumped body.
Cole Dexter
I don’t have to see inside your mouth to know my brother’s cock has exploded, but what I do wish is that my cock was in your mouth with Luke’s. Despite that not being the case, thanks to the grinding of it against your spine, the movement of your body, the fact you’re totally at our mercy, plus more, my cock almost erupts too. But using my strength and flexing my muscles, which results in me tightening and/or cranking the camel clutch, I manage to hold it off, myself wanting to save it for when my cock is in your body. “Don’t worry, we won’t hold it against you; there’s no better-tasting cum than Dexter seed," I say to you, after my brother finishes talking, finishing my comment with a gentle lick of your earlobe.
Bad Cop Steve
Luke continues to skull fuck me till I nearly pass out from the lack of air. Your pubic bone keeps slamming into my bleeding nose. I hear you moan out and then feel at first and then get a taste of each squirt of your ball juices. Each shot hits my tonsils and the back of my throat. I swallow as best I can, so none leaks out of my mouth. I just groan in frustration. My face must be red from the lack of air and anger. Even after pumping out your seeds down my throat, you leave your hard cock in my mouth and let it rest over my tongue. You order me to lick and suck your dick clean as you imply that I already love your dick and seeds. I shake my head side to side weakly and glare at you with bloodshot eyes. You just stand there flexing your biceps with your arms crossed behind your head. Your sweat running down your sculpted pecs and abs and landing on my head and face.
While I resist your request, your brother Cole still holds me in his camel clutch hold and taunts me about how great Dexter seeds taste like and I shouldn’t be a shame of it. I’ve tried reasoning, pleading and this got me nowhere. I’ve lost the fight in me after the abuse I received. I feel vulnerable and powerless and can’t find a way out of your abuse you are dish-ing out on me. Resisting or refusing Luke’s latest request will probably aggravate my situa-tion further. Weakened and with the 2 of you against me, I have to put aside my pride and come to terms with my bitter defeat against you both. I hesitate and resist to follow Luke’s order but he is not a patient man, I reluctantly start to lap up and suck on your cock until your cock gets cleaned and sucked dry like you wished for. My heart sinks at my situation which just continues to get worst. I wish I could drop into a sinkhole and disappear and for-get about what happened to me, but sadly this is only wishful thinking. I keep licking and sucking until Luke is satisfied.
Luke Dexter
I can’t help but let out a few loud moans and groans from you sucking me off. You're a cop, and not just any cop, but a feared cop amongst most bad boys, yet here you are, down sucking a bad boy’s cock. A cock that I slowly retract from your mouth, still rock hard, completely covered in your saliva containing some traces of my seed, but swallowed by you. “Good boy, have you ever sucked a guy’s cock before, or is this your first time?” I ask, slightly impressed at how good a job you did. If I didn’t want your ass, I’d probably go in for another go. While my brother frees you from his painful camel hold, I, still with my cock hanging out of my trunks, walk around you to reach down and grab the final thing protecting your ass from me, your trunks. Same as with your pants, in one quick, fast movement, I pull them down and off your feet, leaving you now lying almost naked, if not for the boots and socks on your feet. “His big mouth felt real good, Cole. I deeply suggest it," I say to my brother, while my eyes lock firmly onto your ass that sits on full display for not just me but also for my horny older brother Cole too. “You can have his ass next," I then say before mounting your body and rolling you over with me so that your back is lying on my shredded dominant body. As we roll, I interlock each of my legs with yours in a grapevine to stretch them apart to stretch your ass and hole open for me. I also use my right hand to snake it around your neck—not enough to completely cut off your oxygen supply, but enough to restrict it ever so slightly, making you realize that your consciousness is solely reliant on my bulging sweaty bicep pressing against your neck. Lower down my cock gently rests, with the assistance of my free hand just at the entrance of your hole, on the verge of entering you. “Mmmm, I already like the feel of your ass," I moan out loud to you.
Cole Dexter
Once Luke retracts his thick, throbbing wet cock from your mouth, I decide (only after one super brief, yet powerfully strong crank of the camel clutch) to let you go. As I let you go, I make sure to slam your first firmly into the carpeted floor beneath you before climbing off your back and up to my feet. It’s then that I see why Luke walked behind both you and me; it was to strip your gear, exposing a hole that both Luke and I want. But after Luke tells me about your mouth, and due to you mouthing off to both of us during this entire time, I decide that I’ll let Luke take your ass, and instead I’ll take your mouth. “Try not to destroy too much, though, Luke. Remember, I want his ass after you," I say to my brother as he mounts you and gets you in position to fuck you. Now with my eyes locked firmly on yours, I slide my right hand down my equally impressive, ripped body to the waistband of my trunks, which, like Luke, I don’t remove from my body, rather instead just slide the front of them down enough to release my own 9-inch fuck weapon that has its sights firmly on your mouth. “Any last words, pig?” I ask as I get down with my lower body over yours and my brother’s face. Using my left arm, I prop my upper body up, putting all the weight down it, so I can use my right hand to grab and guide my cock to your lips, forcing you to kiss it in a way, before I thrust my hips downward to slide my tip into your mouth, giving you a taste of yet another Dexter’s cock and his precum.
Bad Cop Steve
Luke’s cock finally slips out of my mouth. I open and close my mouth a few times to get my jaw working better. I don’t really answer your question about if I sucked cock before. Some-thing I did in a distant pass I try to forget. I reply back “fuckin asshole” I watch your big hard cock drip with left over cum and my saliva. I just bow my head to avoid having eye contact with either you or your cock. I’m still grunting in pain when Cole adds pressure to the camel clutch hold on me and hear my vertebrae crack a little. “Let me go fuck” I whim-per and shake side to side. Luke steps beside me while chatting with his brother. Complimenting my bj skills and telling Cole that he will enjoy my mouth. I then feel some hands tug on the waistband of my briefs “no don’t” my legs kick a little but just like you did with my trousers. In a few clicks, my briefs slip down my legs and my lightly furry ass comes into view. “Fuck” I grunt next when you tell Cole you can have my ass next, which implies you are about to take it first. “Oh fuck no, you will rip my hole you dimwits” My outburst doesn’t go down well. Cole unlocks the camel on me and slams me down on my gut on the carpet which stuns me. Luke quickly jumps on my back and makes us roll until he is laying on his back with my legs locked with his. I send weak elbows on his shoulders but he replies with a choke hold with just one arm.
While I struggle to breathe and to free myself, his big snake slides closer to my hole. My ass entrance is compromised when you stretch my legs wide. I feel the big bulb at the end of your cock which was moments ago down my throat moving closer to my ass entrance. My saliva and your cum covering your big cock can be used as lube now. My face is red from a lack of air. As I squirm I can feel the hardness of my cock swing side to side and slap my abs. I’m just realizing now that my hard cock is now exposed which Cole can probably see when he approaches me. He tells Luke not to destroy my hole, too much! As he wants a piece of my ass next. “Oh please don’t” I plead. I can see Cole pull his hard cock out of his trunks and look at his incredible abs moving in closer into my view. As I plead once again and reply to your last question “no”, Cole sets himself up for his next task and soon I have another Dexter cock sliding down my mouth, first the tip and then the rest, his salty pre trickling down my throat and up close I’m forced to inhale his musk from his sweaty body and crotch. I just gasp and shout muffled protests. My eyes are bugging out with fear as I’m about to get roasted by 2 cocks at each extremity.
Cole Dexter
“Mmmmmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I moan out loud from my cock entering your mouth. Luke was 110% correct; your mouth does feel great, fucking amazing, actually. So much so that I flex my abs and thrust my hips powerfully and fast downward to brutally force my cock the deepest I can manage in one thrust. Almost instantly I can hear your gags, which only add to my pleasure and make me retract my cock almost completely from your mouth, only to, barely a second later, thrust myself back into your throat again, this time even harder than the last time and already harder than when Luke was fucking your throat.
Luke Dexter
With every thrust into your throat, from my brother, your head and entire upper body, for that matter, are forced down hard against mine, making me grunt and groan. I also can’t help but feel slightly jealous over already missing your mouth. That jealousy, however, quickly dissolves, and so too does the feeling of how good your mouth felt when my cock drills into your hole. The deeper I drill, the more pleasurable your ass feels, yet despite that pleasure, I want more. Giving in to my greed, I flex beneath you and start drilling you even harder and faster, gradually forcing myself deeper into your body, forcing it to slowly submit to its intruding master. At the same time, I also increase the strength and tightness of my arm around your neck, restricting a little more of the breathing. That combined with my brother’s brutal skull fucking of you puts you right on the edge of being knocked out from lack of oxygen. To make sure that doesn’t happen, though, I every few seconds relax the chokehold for a couple of seconds but quickly retighten the hold to keep you on edge and fully at my mercy.
Bad Cop Steve
My double rape goes on with fury. Cole is fucking my skull harder and deeper than Luke did earlier. I gasp and gag on his big cock that is trickling precum on my tongue. Drool and saliva drips down from my chin. I barely move with so little oxygen in my body. My muscles have gone so soft that my limbs barely twitch. Luke pounds my asshole with great vigour and also pounds my prostate nut like no one ever as. I grunt from the pain of having my tight ass canal get stretched so painfully. Luke toys with me as he constricts my air flow with his own will. My eyes flicker as they can barely stay open. I’m on the verge of going out but slowly come back to when Luke eases off the pressure with his bicep on my throat. My eyes are bugging out and watery from the pain and lack of air. My face is bright red for the same reason and from the degradation I am put through by you both. What’s worse, the constant pounding of my prostate keeps my cock rock hard and even leak precum on the floor under me. The two of you clearly like to compete with each other. This is shown with the way Cole is fucking my mouth. He wants to outdo his brother with the force and speed of each of his thrust with his cock that enters my throat. I wouldn’t be wrong with the fact that Cole will want to outmatch Luke when he gets to fuck my asshole. It’s not if it’s when he fucks my ass. My hole will suffer for many days after this ordeal. One thing is certain I will remember my ordeal for a very long time and truly hope I will be set free at some point. Once you have both satisfied your thirst for revenge and lust to abuse and fuck a cop.
Luke Dexter
Your prostate is totally at the mercy of my cock, but like the rest of my body, it has no intentions of showing an ounce of mercy. Instead, I just flex and pound my cock harder in it, crushing and destroying it in a way you probably never thought possible. When my cock starts leaking pre-cum, that only makes me thrust into you even faster thanks to the lubrication it provides my weapon. Every thrust, every pound points me one step closer to exploding, yet I try and hold back my orgasm until my brother shoots first, my goal being to outlast my older brother. “Come on, Cole, that's all you got? I could pound this bitch harder in my sleep," I say to my brother, pretending to not be impressed with how hard he’s fucking you, but deep down, I’m shocked at how brutally he’s fucking your throat, and knowing he’ll probably be just as brutal with your hole makes me want to ensure I’ve destroyed your hole more. So with that, I place my one free hand on your hip, squeeze it tightly in my grasp, and start fucking you even deeper and harder, almost balls deep, 9 inches inside you.
Cole Dexter
Every part of my body wants to explode; every part of my body wants to breed you, but through the power of pure willpower, I will myself to go on with pounding you and simply leaking. Just like my brother Luke wants me to shoot first, I want him to shoot first. However, if he doesn’t soon, I’m afraid he’ll get his wish. Every part and thrust into your throat I make makes my cock swell, leak, and spasm even more. My balls churn faster and muscles all over my body tense in preparation for an eruption bigger than Krakatoa. Then comes the sound of my brother’s voice. Unbeknownst to him, those words don’t do anything apart from fuel my desire to wreck your throat even more and to voice my orgasm back, at least for a few more seconds. Just as Luke starts to fuck you deeper and harder, so too do I. My cock now plunging deeper then my brother went, and getting deeper with every thrust till I’m almost balls deep in your throat, completely choking off any oxygen supply with every thrust, leaving you barely a second to get a restricted breath thanks to Luke’s choke hold. Seconds later, my body starts shivering and shaking; pleasure almost completely overtakes me as my cock swells to its very maximum, hyperextending your jaw in the process. From this point onward, no amount of willpower can hold this explosion back. "F F F F F UCKKKKKKKK." I start to stutter out as my cock and body start widely shaking. quickly followed by my toes curling.
Bad Cop Steve
You are both using my mouth and asshole without mercy, like you have been doing with my policeman body all along. I am getting fucked and skewered at both ends by Dexter cocks. I grunt in burning pain as you both turn my ass canal and throat painfully raw. Some light moans escape from my mouth when Luke punches into my joy nut like no one has before. Intent to ko my prostate just like Cole who slides his cock deeper into my throat and nearly puts me out completely. I’m not sure how I am still able to stay awake with the punishment you are both putting me through. I was right when I thought that the Dexter brothers are very competitive between each other. Both of you want to forcefully pound into me harder than the other as. No doubt Cole will want to outdo his brother Luke when he has his turn with my newly enlarged ass canal. As if Cole’s cock is not enough to choke me to sleep with the lack of air, Luke tightens his arm around my throat more to turn my face a darker shade of red. My eyes glare at Cole and bug out. My sight is affected with tears and are out of fo-cus from the lack of oxygen to my brain. My muscles are flaccid and have no fight in them left because of the lack of air in my system which help to pump blood to my muscles. It seems the only part of me which has remained responsive is my 8 incher cut cock which is rock hard. My eyes are shutting down like my body but my eyes perk open when I hear Cole moan and stutter and feel his dick and body shaking. Is he finally about to blow his seeds to join Luke’s seeds in my stomach already? Will Luke’s second deposit of cream shoot in-side me soon? Those bastards are probably competing against each other to see who will outlast each other in shooting their ball juices in me. My head tilts down a little and notice my heaving furry pecs. The skin on my chest has turned pink a little to match my dark pink erect nipples.
Cole Dexter
With the power of a pressure cleaner, and with an explosion of delicious flavour for you, my cock finally erupts, overpowering my will to hold my orgasm back. Every muscle in my body tenses to its max, forcing my hips to thrust involuntarily the harder yet, forcing my weapon the deepest I’ve been in your mouth so far. With every second that passes, marks another glob of cum that shoots from my cock, ready for you to swallow like a good bitch that we’ve turned you into. With ease I defeat my brother’s count of shooting 7 ropes into your mouth by shooting 9 1/2 ropes of even thicker, rich-flavoured, hotter seed into you. By the time I finish, sweat coats my entire body from head to toe, feeling your nostrils with my dominant Dexter bro musky scent. Even after such a huge orgasm, though, much like Luke’s cock remained hard, mine too remains rock hard and deep inside your throat. Only once I’m satisfied at how loud and desperate your gags are becoming do I slightly pull myself out of you enough for you to get a little bit of air.”
Luke Dexter
Thanks to the close bond my brother and I have, and perhaps due to an invisible connection we currently have, my cock too erupts at the exact same time as Cole’s. I even try to outflex my orgasm to stop it, only adding to the pleasure I’m currently feeling and forcing my seed out with even more pressure and force. “Mmmmmmmmmm, fuck fuck fuck, oh my god, fuck, mmmmmmmmm," I moan out loudly through my entire explosion of joy, gradually filling your hole with my thick, fresh, hot cum. Same as Cole, I shoot not quite 10 pleasurable ropes into your body, so much that cum starts to leak around the shaft, sending a tickling yet warm feeling through my body, and making me shoot another 2 ropes of cum, boosting my total to 12 ropes. Now with empty balls and having shot almost 20 ropes between two recent orgasms, my cock softens, not completely, but enough to almost slide from your hole. Yet I keep my hips thrust upwards to hold my semi-hard weapon in your body for as long as I can, or at least until my body completely untenses beneath you.
Bad Cop Steve
The two brothers keep fucking me at both ends and can barely stay awake. You try to outlast each other to see who will cum inside me first. It turns out you both shoot your seeds at al-most the same time. Cole’s jizz hits my tonsils before each rope leaks down my throat to end up in my stomach. I think Cole shot more cream than his brother. Probably another competition between the 2 of you to see who produces the most cream. I am gagging and gurgling on Cole’s cum. Not much of your seeds has leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I gag loud enough that you ease off and slightly pull your cock out of my throat to help me get some air to my burning lungs. Just like your brother, your dick has remained hard. My body is shaking and heaving for air. I can feel my cock remain hard and feel it bounce against my lower abs. I must have coated my pubes with a fair amount of precum. I find myself lucky that Luke did not fuck a load out of me, which would have been embarrassing to say the least. I hear him moan and groan as he breeds my asshole with so much cum, some of it leaks out of my abused hole. His cock softens but it remains inside my asshole, just like Cole’s swollen cockhead which rests over the tip of my tongue. I glare at Cole and wish I had the energy to tell them both to remove their cocks from my 2 holes but sadly I remain quiet. It would only aggravate my situation and only come out muffled. I lay on top of Luke as I try to get air back in me and gather my strength back. I’m left wondering what they will do to me next.
Cole Dexter
“Fuck, you’ve got a big mouth in more ways than one, hehe," I say, finishing with an evil chuckle. Before I remove my cock from your mouth, I ram myself balls deep into your mouth and hold it in place for a couple of seconds before I fully retract it, leaving beyond a cum-soaked, abused mouth and throat. Once I get to my feet, I’m able to see something that surprises me: you haven’t erupted, meaning my brother wasn’t able to fuck the cum from your body, something he’s super good at, to say the least. So Luke can roll you both over to allow him to get up, I take a couple of steps backwards and rest my left hand on my hip. Using my right gently, stroke myself enough to keep my cock rock hard and primed to take your ass. “Losing your edge, Luke, couldn’t make him cum, huh?” I tease.
Luke Dexter
The pleasure from my orgasm hid the fact that I was both annoyed at myself and more so annoyed at you for not erupting from my cock. If I wasn’t semi soft and getting softer by the minute and didn’t have empty balls right now, I’d be already slamming my cock into you to force you to explode hands fucking free. Angrily I roll us over and briefly pin you down by aggressively grabbing your shoulders, squeezing them brutally tight in my grasp, crushing the muscle beneath your skin. “Consider yourself lucky," I snap out, intensifying my grip on your shoulders dramatically. I only let go when Cole teases me a bit, briefly snapping me out of my anger, but by the time I release your shoulders and get up to my feet, my anger is already back again. “What can I say, Cole? He's hard to crack, but I wanted to let you make him cum, that’s all," I say back to my brother with the shrug of my shoulders before replacing my cock back into my shorts.
Cole Dexter
“Sure, sure, little bro, whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night," I respond back to Luke, lighting and tapping his fabric-covered cock as I do. “You’re mine now, copper," I say to you as I walk around and sit firmly on your upper back. “You feel this?” I ask, pressing my cock down against your spine and trailing it down from your neck to your tailbone, finishing up at the entrance of your leaking cum hole. “This is going to wreck and destroy you till you surrender every drop of cum to me, hehehe. " Once again I finish up with the same evil laugh as just before.
Bad Cop Steve
The competitiveness between the 2 brothers is flying high. The taunting and bragging rights are clearly manifested between the 2 of you. This is all at my expense as you both barely acknowledge me through your banter. Cole just pumped out a big load down my throat. He kept his dick far in my throat and I nearly choked out into unconsciousness a few times. During that time Luke just bred my ass with an impressive second load of cream. Cole jokes with Luke about not being able to fuck a load out of me. Based on Cole’s tone he wants to show his brother that he will succeed where Luke failed. Cole asked Luke to pull his deflating cock out of my ravaged hole. Luke pulls his cock out relunctantly but shows some aggressivity towards me for making him look bad in front of his brother. He claws my shoulders deeply while he rolled me down to my stomach until he eventually got off of me. I lay there on my stomach feeling defeated and humiliated. I’m still gagging and spitting out some of Cole’s cum out of my mouth and feel some of Luke’s cum leak out of my ravaged and raw asshole. I barely have a chance to move when Cole jumps on my back and lets his wet cock with his cum and my saliva slide down my spine until his swollen cockhead finds my hole. I hear his threat to wreck my hole even more and he will make sure I spill all of my seeds this time. He is intent on fucking the cream out of my cop cock. I try to crawl away but you pin me down under your weight and start to push your shroom in my hole and hear your evil laugh accompany your action. I want to plead but stop myself as I’m sure any pleading coming from me will not stop you from fucking me.
Cole Dexter
With my cock at the entrance of your hole, I lay myself over your body, pressing my abs against your lower back, pecs against your upper back, and arms running the length of your arms, easily outmuscling yours and pinning them. Same as my arms, my legs snake along the length of yours and pin them down, slowly spreading them apart, easily outmuscling them too. “No where to go, and why would you want to go anyway? You should be grateful; not everyone gets the privilege of being pleasured by a Dexter cock," I whisper in your ear, giving your earlobe a quick gentle nibble to add to this humiliating pin. “Watch and learn, Luke, this is how you fuck an ass," I tease my brother again before I thrust and slam my just as large cock down into your cum-flooded, stretched, pounded hole.
Luke Dexter
Still angry over the fact that I wasn’t able to make you cum, I simply respond to my brother with a light growl and the finger. Even with Cole now fucking your hole, my cock still doesn’t come back to life; rather, it fully softens in my gear, clearly too exhausted to play anymore. “I had to take this guy down at full strength earlier, Cole; I was tired from that," I finally say to my brother, trying to make up another excuse, one that he probably won’t accept, but at least it buys me some more time to think up a better one.
Bad Cop Steve
Cole gradually pins me down under him, I feel his granite type pecs press against my upper back. His hard nipples scratch my upper back while his ab ridges press down on my lower back. You quickly realized that my limbs barely function and you can easily take control of them. You grab my wrists around your fingers and stretch my arms out on both sides of my body. You grapevine my legs with yours and stretch them wide until I’m completely sprawled out under you. Your cock digs deeper inside my hole and there is nothing I can do or say to stop you. You show off in front of your brother and this makes Luke feel tense and angry. Luke comes out with lame excuses to defend himself but Cole doesn’t really buy it. Cole softly nibbles on my earlobe as he talks to me softly with taunts and bragging words about how appreciative I should be. I just stay quiet and ignore you. I can ignore what you tell me but I can’t ignore how roughly you have started to fuck my asshole. Deep thrusts pound inside me and punch my prostate nut. Squishing sounds can be heard when you plow your dick in me through the cum sludge left over by Luke inside my ass. You brag with your own brother about how good you are at fucking a man. I don’t hear much of a reply coming from Luke with the exception of sighs. I just lay under you and forced to take your abuse. I feel my cock stir and get hard and left wondering if you can actually fuck the cum out of me. If you do this will possibly piss off Luke more than me.
Cole Dexter
All I can do with Luke is just slightly chuckle and shake my head at his barrage of excuses. “Mmmmmmmm, Lukey Lukey, just admit it, you’re not as good at pounding guys as me; it's easy enough to say, hehehe," I moan out loud, finishing with a quick friendly chuckle. I break out of that chuckle quite quickly, though, to draw my attention back to your body and your hole. With ease and/or minimal effort from my muscles, I continue to pin you down, but despite my limbs not working very hard, my core is doing the opposite, working harder with every passing second. Every pound into your hole is harder and deeper than the last. Just like it was with my brother, your prostate gland is totally at my mercy, mercy that it won’t be getting anytime soon. The warmness of my brother’s recently delivered fresh cum quickly turns me on even more and makes my cock already start swelling to the size of Luke’s cock and soon exceeds it in width. As such, my pounds start stretching you open even further and grant my fuck weapon easier and better access to your sensitive insides, insides that I’m pulverizing. “Mmmmmm, fuck, you’ve got a good ass, mmmmmm, fuck. "Now come on, bitch cop, start moaning, start screaming. Mmmmmmmm, whatever, let us know how much you’re enjoying this, mmmmmmm," I demand through my own loud moans.
Bad Cop Steve
Cole’s attention is on Luke as he makes fun of his excuses from not making me cum earlier. While they taunt each other, I mainly keep quiet with the exception of a few grunts. I barely hear Luke reply to Cole’s reply with the exception of a few groans and sighs coming from him. When Cole focuses back on me, he pins me down under him and thrusts his cock deep in my hole. He uses Luke’s seeds as lube to penetrate into me deeper. Loud grunts are forced out of me when his swollen cockhead bumps into my joy nut and feel wetness from my precum that covers my cock, which is pinned under me. I hear you compliment my ass but I stay quiet. You then encourage me to moan and scream to show you I’m enjoying this. Instead I just sigh and grunt in between your moans of pleasure. I can’t really see or hear Luke’s reactions. Is he impressed of his brother or envious? My balls rise and feel a sweet tingle coming from my groin. My cock is very hard at the moment and fear Cole might succeed to make me cum. I try to think of violent events during my police career, comedy shows on tv and other moments that could make me forget what you’re doing to my ass and try to stop my impeding orgasm, but I worry it might not be enough. I keep resisting as best I can. “Fuck you Dexter, I’m not going to moan or scream for you.” I reply back but each time your dick connects with my prostate nut, I emit a soft moan.
Cole Dexter
I’m about to respond quite angrily to the way you talk back to me, but just as I open my mouth, I hear the faintest of moans from you. Barely audible, but what it tells me is that your words and actions are saying one thing, but your moans are telling me something else. I decide to close my mouth and start rolling my hips around and to the side while continuing my brutal onslaught on your hole. Punching some areas doesn't make you moan; some do, but one specific area, where I can slam your inner wall and stimulate your prostate at the same time, seems to make you moan and involuntarily squeeze me a little tighter. Having now found what I would consider your most sensitive area, I readjust my entire body on you slightly and start brutally attacking it, while at the same moment, stretching your hole further open, exposing more and stimulating even more nerves, adding to your ever-growing pleasure. “Not going to moan or scream, huh? "Challenge accepted, bitch," I snap back. In the meantime, I look over and see my brother relaxing on the nearby black leather couch, desperate to not watch but seemingly unable to take his eyes off this super hot scene taking place before him. “Don’t worry, Luke, I’m sure he’ll be around again, and you’ll be able to maybe redeem yourself, hehe." I tease, making him give me the finger once again.
Luke Dexter
Fuck, I hate myself right now. I’m normally just as good as my brother, if not better than him at times. But one thing we’re always tied up on is our fucking skills. Yet Cole is making me look like a total rookie. Even over here a few meters away, I can start to hear your moans and groans from his pounding. But hearing what Cole tells me does help a little bit, though I simply respond by giving him the finger again and mouthing the words, “Fuck you, Cole," playfully at him. Before trying to distract myself by checking out my social media on my phone, a distraction that just can’t seem to work.
Bad Cop Steve
I hide my face on the floor from the shame of it all. To hide any reaction on my face that you might notice and gloat on. The 2 Dexter brothers continue to taunt each other with more banter. I’m sure they are used to teasing each other about their performance on many aspects of their daily lives, including sex. You make me feel like a toy and your prize which is part of what must drive your competitive nature inside you. Winning against each other must be part of your daily routine. While you exchange, my body and ass are used and abused for your carnal pleasure. My goal at the moment is to stop you from making me cum. Getting my cum fucked out of me would be a blow to my pride. I try to avoid any moans from coming out of my mouth by biting my lower lip and by transporting my mind to somewhere else. But it is becoming a challenge as you continue to plow my ass canal and stretch it out beyond belief while you keep banging my sensitive joy nut. Your big cock twists and screws inside me to make me react. You find a more sensitive and weaker side of my prostate and inner wall and feel my hard cock pressed on the floor under me react and spurt some constant pre jizz on the floor to turn my crotch wet and sticky. Soft moans come out more frequently which I’m sure you noticed as you keep hammering my softer spot inside me. I happen to look up and see Luke sitting there with his cock tenting his trunks while he is on his phone. Worried he might think of filming me, I bring my face down back to the floor to hide my face and press my lips on the floor to make my moans come out muffled.
Cole Dexter
The louder you start to moan, the more I flex my muscles to pump and pound my cock into you even harder, myself almost balls deep inside your ass now. Wanting to change my position and show you that not only can I dominate you from above, but I can also dominate your body from under you too. So with my legs still coiled around yours and with my arms holding yours, I slam my cock into you and flex to roll us over till I’m lying on my back with you on top of me. My legs remain coiled around yours, and I start stretching them out even further, stretching your groin more than ever before, far worse than Luke. With your arms, I decide to release them and instead slide my arms under yours, finishing up by interlocking my hands behind your head, locking you in a tight full nelson, forcing you to watch your leaking cock that I know you mustn’t be proud about. “Stop fighting, and just relax, you know you want to; just submit, bitch, submit," I whisper as I start power bottoming you, now balls deep inside your body, leaking precum with every pump.
Bad Cop Steve
Cole keeps pounding my ass and is going all out on one area of my innards and prostate that is really affecting me. I hide my face to hide any feelings that may be written on my face and find myself lucky that my cock is hidden under me so you can’t see it. Cole can tell by my moans that each of his deep thrusts inside me is affecting me more and he won’t give up until he gets what he wants. I think that is one of his daily goal to get what he wants from other men. Luke is fairly quiet as he watches his brother perform. Cole decides to shift things around. He slides his legs to trap them with mine in a grapevine and swings his body side to side and carries me along as he tries to roll us around. I try to resist but eventually I fail and end up in the air on top of Cole. My arms get trapped in a full nelson and feel my head pushed down with your hands pushing the back of my neck. I look down and see my cock fully hard and leaking precum. My pubic bush is covered with my precum. In this position, Cole’s cock penetrates me more deeply until he is balls deep and feel it hammer away at my joy nut. I try to fight and escape but without success. My balls tingle as I feel them rise up. I tried so hard to stop my orgasm from coming but fear it was in vain. “Noo I don’t want to…I submit I submit Oh fuck stoppp you’re going to make me blow FUCKKK!” I hear the 2 brothers cheer and keep their eyes on my cock which is about to blow. Cole keeps fucking my hole and banging into my p nut until he succeeds to make me blow.
Cole Dexter
“Awww, well, we can’t have that, can we?” I mock back at you before I turn my head to look at Luke still sitting on the couch trying to focus on his phone but clearly having difficulties. “Luke, stop sulking and come over here. This bitch says he’s going to cum, not without my permission; he isn't." That immediately gets Luke’s attention, and he approaches us to see what I want done, but deep down, I’m confident he’d already know. In the meantime I continue my attack on your ass, gradually getting closer and closer to erupting myself.
Luke Dexter
"Fuck, my brother is so fucking hot," I can’t help but think to myself. Not that I was able to focus on my phone that much anyway, but immediately hearing Cole want my help to stop you from cumming breaks my full focus on my phone and makes me toss it to the side to come over to you both. My eyes lock onto Cole's, and with a nod I let him know exactly what he means. I then get down on my knees to run my hand over your beaten, battered upper body till it reaches your leaking cock. When it does, I travel up your shaft to your tip and squeeze it closed between my fingers. “Go for it, Cole; make this bitch try and cum," I say to my brother, giving you a cocky wink as I do.
Cole Dexter
“Nice job, Luke. Time for the real fun now," I say, giving the back of your neck a quick lick before flexing my body beneath you to the max, only to start pounding my cock into you the hardest and strongest that I’m able. My cock violently starts jerking, swelling, and pumping as it prepares to breed you; the rest of my body only responds by flooding the surface of my skin in a thick layer of sweat, instantly cooling my body in the fraction of a second, making me almost shiver from both pleasure and cold.
Bad Cop Steve
I think this is it, this is the moment I will lose my load unless Cole stops pounding my hole and joy nut. Cole casually keeps fucking me while he calls Luke over. I wonder what Cole has in mind. Not many words are shared between them but both of them understand each other without many words being shared. I’m still laid out on top of Cole with Cole’s cock balls deep inside me. My legs restrained in a grapevine and my arms trapped in a full nelson. My head bowed forward and look at the sweat dripping off my furry chest and abs. I’m heaving for air while I shout my submission and announce I’m about to lose my load. I hear ‘we can’t have that.’ Your words shake me and feel confused. I thought you wanted to fuck my load out of my cock. Are you changing your mind or do you have another wicked plan that you are brewing with your brother. Luke approaches and kneels between my legs and runs his hand over my sweaty torso until he capture my hard throbbing cock “What are you doing fuck?” I feel my body tremble under his touch. I soon find out when Luke grabs my moist cock head and gives it a firm squeeze, therefore shutting any chance of shooting my cream that I have become desperate to lose now. “FUCK…what are you doing? Let me cum, let me cum fuckers” I plead angrily as you toy with me in this cum denial game. You both laugh and tease me. Cole licks the back of my neck and feel my body and muscles shake as I try to break free and gyrate my hips and wave my cock around in a desperate at-tempt to make Luke lose his grip on my cockhead. Cole goes back to thrusting his cock deep, fast and hard inside my ass canal and punches my p nut relentlessly along the way. I feel my balls fill up. The frustration is overwhelming and try my best to release my seeds while Luke tries to stop me. I hear Cole moan and shake and have a feeling he is about to breed me but will let me have my own orgasm?
Luke Dexter
“What’s it look like I’m doing, continuing your torture, and giving you an experience you won’t soon ever fucking forget?" I respond to you, squeezing your cock harder, making sure not a drop of your seed can escape, to force you to beg and suffer in the pain of not being able to shoot. To add to that, I grab your balls with my other hand and start gently yet firmly massaging each of your testicles. All while my brother continues his brutal pounding beneath you, but judging by his tensing legs, I can tell he’s mere seconds away from erupting. Knowing that, and feeling you wanting to erupt, I clench my hand into a fist and completely shut your penis hole off, not allowing even a single drop to escape your body. “You didn’t want to cum, so don't," I say in a taunting tone.
Cole Dexter
My balls churn, my body continues to shiver before it starts to shake uncontrollably, and finally my toes curl in my boots, and my cock shrinks ever so slightly for a fraction of a second before it bursts. With every rope fired from my cock, my muscles only tense even more, and the warm tickling sensation in my cock, specifically at my tip, only increases, hardening my cock even more and forcing yet more seed from my body. Soon I’ve shot so much into your ass that it’s leaking from around my shaft onto my groin region and the carpet beneath us. “Mmmmmmmm, arghhhhhhhh fuck fuck, mmmmmmmm, fuck yeahhhhhhhh," I moan and yell out loud through every rope till, (after shooting 10 ropes of seed into your body), my orgasm comes to an end. As it does, my cock softens, allowing yet more of my cum to leak from your overfilled anal passage.
Bad Cop Steve
Luke answers me loud and clear. I gasp in frustration and fear after what he said. This is all part of my torture. He is not lying, I will never forget this experience anytime soon. Cole fucks me deep and hard to make me cum while Luke twists my cockhead to shut my dick completely in order to stop me from blowing my seeds. He has my dick shut so tightly, that no precum leaks out. He adds more torture when he massages my balls and feel them stir and getting bigger by each passing minute I’m denied to cum. Cole licks the back of my neck more and hear him breathing heavily as he gets closer to his orgasm. My own orgasm that I am now wishing for, is the same one that not long ago I didn’t want to have. These 2 brothers are playing with my mind and now take control of my balls and dick and even take control of my will to cum. “This isn’t right, let go of my cock so I can blow. I already submitted. You guys blew your seeds already, why can’t I?” I try to justify. While I argue about wanting to blow my seeds, Cole fucks me harder and faster. The constant attack on my joy nut and with my balls being massaged, both of these make me want to cum and also keeps my dick hard. Cole moans more loudly and really pounds his dick in me until he shoots multiple times inside my ass canal. He fills my hole with his seeds that now mix in with Luke’s seeds inside me. As Cole’s cock starts to deflate inside me I feel his jizz leak out of my hole and this gets my furry ass wet. All that warm cum coats against my prostate nut and makes me want to cum myself. “Come on Dexters, you both lost your loads twice. It’s my turn now, I’m getting desperate Fuck! What do I need to do or say so you can let me cum?” I can’t believe I’m asking to cum, how degrading that is.
Luke Dexter
Honestly I can’t help but let a little bit of jealousy course through my veins at how long his orgasm seems to go for. Actually, had it not stopped when I did, I was thinking it would never end. However, that jealousy is soon replaced with a little bit of pride, especially knowing I’m related to this guy; he’s my brother, someone whom I’m fucking glad (to say the least) that I reconnected with. "Fuck, I’m so glad I’m related to you, Cole." I say out loud, not caring or being interested over the fact that you’re now pleading with the both of us to be let cum. Finally, though, I decide to answer you first with the following reply: “I’ll let you cum when I want, not when you want. And what can you do? Hmm, where should I start? I guess, number 1, you’re not to pull over my brother or me ever again, no matter what we’re doing. Number 2, you’re not to pull over or even think about pulling over any of our friends. You got anything to add, Cole?”
Cole Dexter
My orgasm, along with the strength I was using to pound your body, combined to almost make me fall unconscious. Very briefly, my Nelson weakens, the same with my grapevine, but once I get some oxygen back into me, I, before you can escape, re-lock both holds again to ensure you don’t get free. Now just semi-hard, my cock remains loosely inside your body, holding most of my cum inside you but unable to contain it all. “Likewise, Luke," I say in response to him, still a little out of breath; as such, I let him respond to you and actually, as he does, crank the Nelson hold back up even tighter again, straining your neck and forcing your chin further and further into your chest. "Yes, I do actually, number 3. You apologise to the friend of mine whose licence you took. Number 4, when either my brother or I want a cop to fuck, or want someone to take some aggression out on, you’ll make yourself available, no matter what. UNDERSTOOD?!
Bad Cop Steve
Cole’s orgasm must have been intense based on the fact that he must have used a lot of his strength. Amazingly his swollen deflating cock remains plugged inside my hole and none of his cum really leaks out of my stretched asshole. He must have spent so much energy that his grapevine and full nelson are starting to come loose. I try to fight of his grips on me but I don’t have much energy myself from the abuse and torture I have been put through for the last few hours. Plus the fact most of my energy is focused on my hard cock which turned a shade of red and is getting bloated from Luke’s fingers pinching tight my pee hole. You twist it so roughly that my cock aches with pain. My pleading to be let to cum falls on deaf ears. Luke is more focused on his brother. Even though there is rivalry between them, there is also respect and admiration between them. I picked that up on their recent exchange.
When the attention is brought back to me. I don’t like the tone and what is said. Luke starts off, that he is the one to decide if I can be let to cum, not me. I sigh in disappointment. Luke doesn’t stop there and his brother backs him up as well. Between the 2 of them, they make their demands and force me to agree to them. The need to cum and the position of vulnerability I am in at the moment doesn’t give me much leverage to disagree with them. By that time, Cole has regained his strength and is applying more pressure to his grapevine and stretches my legs wide. His full nelson strains my shoulder sockets and neck when he forces my furry chin into my sweat covered and flexing furry pecs. I just lower my eyes in defeat and nod shyly. My face turning red with embarrassment with your demands on me. Not really having a choice, I agree to their terms. I reply back to Luke to point 1 and 2 through gritted teeth “No I won’t pull over any of you and your friends anymore. To Cole’s point 3 and 4 “Yes I will apologize. Yes I understand, I will make myself available for you” My eyes are watery and get choked up when I agree to your points. “Will you let me cum and let me go now?” I ask feebly and probably out of line.
Cole Dexter
I smile evilly and slightly loosen the nelson hold, providing you what I can only assume would be much-needed relief. “Good boy, I'll leave your fate in Luke’s hands. Luke, I’m happy if you’re happy to let this bitch cum. I’ve kinda gotten bored with him now anyway. As I said in the beginning, I honestly expected someone tougher; massive letdown. " I finish with the shrug of my shoulders, weakening the Nelson even more as I do. I also relax the grapevine on your legs as well by moving both yours and my legs back inwards, resulting in your hole tightening slightly around my semi-firm cock, briefly making it stir and harden for a split second before softening again, seemingly too bored with you and your bitchy body.
Luke Dexter
I’m in full agreement with Cole and decide to let you cum, but after I give your balls, with my other non-squeezing hand, a hard, brutal squeeze in my fist, crushing them brutally. With my fist still clenched, I release your cock, allowing you to shoot, while I keep my tight fist around your testicles. Only after your orgasm starts to come to an end do I slowly unclench my hand, leaving behind a crushed yet empty ball sack. I then, to allow my brother to move you off me, stand up and take a couple of steps backward, arrogantly flexing my biceps one final time in a show of final dominance. “I suppose you’re right, Cole. When it boils down to it, I did expect this cop to be tougher than a bitch cop in tough cop clothes," I say to my bro.
Bad Cop Steve
My pleading and whining have finally worked. The 2 brothers taunt me but agree to let me cum in the end, while making me feel pathetic I must add. Cole adds that he expected a tougher cop and feels let down. I just sigh in both pain and frustration. He loosens the grapevine and full nelson on me and feel my arms rest to my sides and my legs are no longer stretched wide. I still feel Cole’s cock flexing on and off inside my hole and nudge against my sensitive prostate. Luke mocks me as well and uses his free hand to crush my full and swollen gonads while he releases the pressure on my cockhead. My pee hole now opened wide “AAGHHHHHH MY BALLS” I shout in pain and then feel my semen surge through my shaft. This will be the most painful, anticipated and biggest climax of my life. “AFFF FUCKKK I’m Cummmmmmmmmming “ I announce loudly with big heavy breaths. I’m pumping out my seeds even though Luke crushes my nuts. My erect cock stands proud, the only part of me which is proud in a way. I look at my cock and watch thick blobs of cum shoot out of my pee hole and land on my chin, pecs, abs, Luke’s arm holding my balls. Cum lands on Cole’s legs next to mine. My cum lands on my thighs and the last few shots land in my pubic bush, ball sack and Luke’s fingers crushing my balls. I moan after each shot of seeds. I must have shot at least 12 bullets of man cream. I’m close to passing out after my intense orgasm. Luke releases my emptied balls and stands there feeling victorious as he flexes his big guns and chimes in like Cole about me not being tough like they expected and not being tough enough with my unwarranted authoritarian cop uniform. I just lay there barely moving, keeping quiet and wondering what you will do to me next
Cole Dexter
“Mmmmmmm, that’s a good bitch cop; surrender every drop of your seed to your masters," I moan out, partly on your behalf but also from you involuntarily squeezing my cock in your ass, a direct result of your, very much, overdue orgasm. During it, I break the grapevine I’ve got your legs in, and loosely just wrap my legs around them, and lock my ankles together to firmly, yet gently, hold your weak legs together. At the same time I also provide you with further relief by breaking the full nelson hold and replacing it with my right arm wrapped around your neck. Even without it being flexed, my bicep bulges firmly against your neck, hardening slightly at just the feeling of the pumping blood in your jugular. A jugular that my bicep very shortly is about to cut off completely. Only once your orgasm comes to an end do I start restricting your blood and oxygen supply to your brain, but before I completely cut it off, I ask, “Any last words?”
Luke Dexter
With my biceps still flexed and pumping out of my arms, I take a couple of steps back to avoid getting any of your pussy cum on my body, instead wanting it to just splatter off your stomach and torso. Temporarily I also break my bicep pose to reach one hand into my trunk to pull out the uncomfortable, but now, sweat-soaked, police badge of yours. My musk completely coats it, along with some cum that’s since leaked from my cock since fucking you. With a perfect smile on my face, I toss the badge back to you, it landing squarely on your lower chest in a mess of sweat and cum. I then lightly press my boot-covered right foot on your now cum-emptied cock and balls, only to flex my biceps over you again. “Last sight you see," I say down to you.
Bad Cop Steve
After my intense orgasm, I sense this might be the end of my ordeal, well it is certainly my hope. I lay there on top of, Cole resting and covered in my juices of sweat and cum. Luke looks spared of my seeds as I watch him flex with sweat dripping off his muscled body. His cock is half erect and dripping of some left over cum. Cole still has me trapped in the grapevine and full nelson combo holds. Even though he is not applying a lot of pressure, I barely move from a lack of strength and partly fear. The grapevine comes off first but you keep my legs locked in between yours, sticking out straight. Cole replaces the full nelson with a rear choke. His deflating cock remains inside my hole. His bicep bulges enough to crush my Adam apple to restrict my air. I don’t really fight back, because going out might be the better option. Of course there is that fear, what will they do to me while I’m unconscious. I guess I will gamble with that part. Luke stops flexing and pulls out my proud police badge from his trunks. You have desecrated it with your juices and throw it at me like it means nothing to you. I sigh when I see my badge on my bruised sternum. I stare at it with anger as I brought my badge and me shame after what I had to go through. You brought doubt in me at the thought of, if I did do enough to save myself from defeat and humiliation. I guess that thought will stick with me for a very long time. I notice Luke walking forward as Cole tells me ‘if I have any last words’ Luke crushes my deflated cock and balls under the heel of his boot and cry out with pain. My mouth gaps open as air escapes me. Luke says ‘this is the last sight I will see’ I believe him. I croak out a few words before I pass out. “Pain…Revenge…on you both” I gasp one last time, drool runs down the corner of my mouth as my head tilts to one side and my eyes roll to the back of my head and go out cold
Luke Dexter
Almost involuntarily my eyes roll at the final words you manage to let out, and completely in an act I start to shiver and shake for a couple of seconds. “Oooo, I’m so fucking scared,” I say to your KO’ed body before removing my foot from your cock and breaking the pose. I replace my hands back onto my hips and take the few steps backwards to allow my brother to get, and when he does, give him a nod out of respect, but still can’t help but feel a little bit of jealousy, especially when I see his cock, the cock responsible for making you erupt hands free, yet mine was unable to.
Cole Dexter
“Can’t wait, bitch cop," I respond just after Luke. As my brother does respond, I unlock my legs and break the chokehold before rolling your pathetic naked body off of mine, allowing me to get. Respectfully I nod back at Luke and can’t help but see the little bit of jealousy glowing in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Luke; he’s already agreed to make himself available whenever we want, so I’m sure you’ll make him cum next time.” As I talk, I reach down and grab a piece of your torn uniform to wipe my cock clean before putting it away in my trunks. Now using that same piece of uniform, I grab your ankles, tie them together, then grab your arms to tie them to your ankles, securing you in a humiliating hog tie using your own uniform. Just before I finish, I shove another piece of your torn uniform into your mouth, gagging you with it, but only after wiping my and Luke’s sweaty upper bodies down with it.
Bad Cop Steve
Before I go out, I hear them both challenge my last words with more taunts. I can’t believe I’m going out with a cock inside my ass and a booted foot crushing my balls and cock. I’m not really surprised that my words and threats didn’t scare you off, but still felt I needed to say them to salvage some pride left in me, I wonder what will happen to me when I’m out cold. I will face that when that time arrives, just like everything I faced since being dragged here without my consent. While I’m out I faintly hear the 2 brothers chatting, probably feeling triumphant about what they did to me. I also hear some rip-ping sounds. I eventually come around and try to move but quickly realize my limbs are restrained. The 2 brothers have used part of my uniform to hog tie my wrists to my ankles. I rock side to side as I try to break free but fail. I’m laid out on my stomach with my ass and legs in the air. My heavy leather booted feet are clanking together. I only have boots and socks on me. I notice my soiled badge on the floor in front of me. I can’t really see what part of my uniform they ripped to tie me up. As I move and shift around my semi erect cock flops around in the air. “Untie me bitches, you had your fun, let me go now…You heard me FUCK…Untie m” Before I can rant and scream more protest, my mouth is gagged. I taste the foul tasting garment gagging me. My protests come out muffled only. I stir and shake side to side trying to free myself while I chew on the gag to try to rip it off from between my lips. It taste awful, I wonder which part of my uniform is gagging me?
Cole Dexter
“What was that? I can’t hear you; you've got a bit of your shirt in your mouth, hahaha," I taunt, finishing with a laugh. Personally, even if you weren’t gagged, I wouldn’t care for what you’d have to say. “Now what, Luke? Do you want any help getting rid of him, or have you that under control?” I turn to ask my brother, whose eyes are firmly locked on your body. “Don’t worry, he isn't getting out of that either. Good thing you ripped up his clothes; I would have hated to waste some of your rope on him.”
Luke Dexter
I let out a quick chuckle at Cole’s taunts but continue to watch you carefully to ensure you don’t get free and attempt some kind of revenge. I’d like to think you’re smart enough not to do that, but I can never be too sure. “Never underestimate him, Cole; after all, he kind of led us to believe he was a tough guy. What’s to say he can’t lead us to believe he can’t get free?” I ask Cole, before continuing, “And nah, thanks, I’m just gonna dump him where he pulled me over; I have to get my bike anyway.” Briefly, I pretend to be in deep thought for a few moments before turning my whole body to my brother to ask him something. “Hey Cole, what do you think about tying his bitch body to the hood of his patrol car before leaving? Can def spare some rope for something like that.” Based on the instant look I get from Cole, I can tell without him even saying a word that he likes the idea. Seeing this, Cole doesn’t bother saying anything; rather, he just nods at me, making an evil grin form on my face.
Cole Dexter
As soon as I hear Luke say my name, I also turn my entire body towards him to hear what he has to say. Immediately I like what I’m hearing even before Luke finishes his sentence. Evidently by the look on my face, Luke knows I like it too. So, not bothering to speak, I just slowly nod my head while matching his evil grin. “Well then, Luke, I won’t hold you up even longer then. Have fun dumping him, and thanks for the invite.” I give Luke a fist bump before I walk over to the couch to grab my jacket, shirt, and cap, which I place backwards on my head. On my way out I can’t help but give the side of your body a quick kick with my boot. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t see it there, hehe... See ya next time, bro."
Bad Cop Steve
The two of you mock me when I try to speak and protest. Cole confirms that you tore up my shirt to tie me up and gag me, which explains the taste in my mouth coming from my sweaty shirt. I wonder what you did or will do with the rest of my uniform and toys. The two of you barely acknowledge what I say and make me feel invisible. The two brother exchange about what they will do to me. Cole reassures Luke that I am firmly tied up. They even test out my bound limbs. Luke replies to Cole that he can man-age on his own and bring me back to the field where I first met Luke and where my trouble started. He wants to retrieve his bike there. He plans to tie me up to the hood of my patrol car. “WHAT, you can’t do that to me.” I protest even if it comes out muffled. The 2 of you just laugh. Cole likes the idea and wishes he would be there to see me displayed. I’m horrified at the thought of being tied up like that. This would be an insult to me and my profession. I’m hoping during the transition I can get free and put a halt to your plan. Luke asks Cole to borrow some rope and Cole nods. The brothers say their good byes and watch Cole put his gear back on. They fist bump together. Cole walks past me and kicks my side UGHHH I moan in pain. He gives me a weak and false excuse. “I hope I never see you again, either of you. If I do, you will pay.” I shout as I remain defiant even in the condition I find myself in.
Luke Dexter
“Oh yeah, right, I like to see you try and get revenge on either of us. Have you already forgotten that I kicked your ass before I brought you here?” I ask while I pick up the remains of your uniform, only to walk them back through the house to the garage where your patrol car is and dump them in the trunk. I then come back for you. With ease I pick your restrained body up off the ground and carry you back the same way I brought you in and intend on taking you back the same way I brought you here as well. So I walk you to the trunk of your car and dump you back in. Before slamming the trunk closed, I give you one final evil grin followed by a cocky wink. Not wanting to leave any trace of you behind, I grab your utility belt from back inside, plus your taser cuffs, and the key to those cuffs, which I dump in the back of your car. Quickly I then check to make sure my leather jacket I was wearing earlier is still on the passenger seat along with my motorcycle helmet and gloves. Finally I grab one final thing before departure, some rope, that I toss next to the helmet. With that, I, wearing just boots and my tight black shorts, climb into the driver's seat of your car, remotely activate my electric garage door to make it open, and then bring the engine of your vehicle to life. "Fuck, I wish I could keep this," I say to myself, before shifting into reverse to drive out onto the now-dark road. Once on the road I shift into D for a drive and slam my foot almost to the floor to drive both you and I back to where this whole ordeal started.
Bad Cop Steve
My muffled moans and protests don’t get me anywhere with Luke. His answer is to challenge me back. I have no choice but to go quiet for now. Cole has left and I’m now stuck with Luke only. He already has a plan for me. Without much ceremony he drags my hog tied body. I get agitated and try to break free but fail. “Let me go” I shout muffled but you just laugh. You drag me the same way you brought me to your place. You drag me to the garage where my patrol car is. You open the trunk and dump me inside. I go to lift my head up but see the trunk lid about to shut and just have enough time to duck low. I did notice your wicked grin. The same one you had when you dumped me in the trunk when we were out on the field. This time you add a wink. I hear different doors open and shut from the patrol car. We are in the middle of night so the roads should be fairly quiet. I hear the motor of the car start and feel us rolling out of the garage and hit the road at full speed. I’m tied up wearing my boots and socks only. I feel each bump of the road and rock and roll on different sides, depending on the road curve you use. I shout for help and use my boots to kick the trunk open but don’t have much success in being heard or to open the trunk. I have a feeling you’re still planning to tie me to the hood of the car and leave me like that in the middle of nowhere in the dark of night. I can be stuck there for a few hours before any one finds me either by some cops or a Samaritan with good intentions or it can be worse for me if I’m found by some bad guys. I’m hoping when you untie me to tie me to the hood, I can fight back and make your plan fail. We finally stop to park and the motor of the car stops running. I hear the driver’s door open and hear your footsteps walking towards the trunk. I brace myself when the lid of the trunk opens.
Luke Dexter
The drive back to my motorbike is shorter than I remember, and then again the roads look all different now that it’s nighttime. Despite liking your cop car and wishing I could keep it, I can’t help but smile when my motorcycle comes into view. The moment the headlights see it, it starts sparkling and shining. Almost instantly in that moment I forget all about wanting to keep your car; just having my bike back is now more than enough. Just ahead of my motorcycle, I pull over. Once I make sure no one is around, I open the driver's side door, step out, and make my way to the car’s trunk. My eyes do a backflip in my head hearing you thumbing on the trunk in an effort to be heard or rescued, but rescue isn’t coming, not anytime soon. Slowly I open up the trunk to find you still haggled, but I notice you’ve somehow gotten the shirt that I gagged with you out of your mouth. “What’s the matter? Didn’t like the taste of two alpha males?” I ask. Not giving you a right of reply, I reach in with an open right hand and aggressively grab your neck, which I immediately start squeezing to choke you out. The harder I squeeze, the more my bicep flexes and the more my blood vessels in my powerful arm pop. “Night, bitch," I say, with a wink, and while flexing my left bicep for you.
Bad Cop Steve
After that fairly short but bumpy drive, you finally open the trunk and stare at me with a big grin on your face. I’m dripping with sweat from this confined spot you put me in. My breath smells of Dexter spunk and feel their seeds drying up around the entrance of my ass hole. The gag did come off and quickly start shouting “HELPP HELLPPP Officer in trouble” We are in such a secluded area that there is no one around to hear me. There are seldom cars passing by on this quiet road. I am basically on my own to fend you off. While we were travelling I kept thinking to myself, I must grab that chance when you decide to untie me to tie me on the hood of the car instead. This is my chance to free myself and escape, but it looks like you thought this through all along. You grab my throat so tightly that I can’t breathe. You pull me up in a sitting position in the trunk and apply a lot of pressure on my wind pipe. My furry face turns red, my eyes are bugging out and saliva runs down my chin with my tongue sticking out. I cough and gag while you choke me. My limbs fight to get free but I remain tied up. I notice your bicep on the arm choking me is bulging up and to add to my insult you flex your other bicep in my face. “Fuck u fucckk u” I splutter as my body and limbs shake and convulse. My throat feels the pain and my lungs burn from the lack of air. My eye lids flicker as they struggle to stay open. My plan to escape is falling through. My body and limbs are getting softer and more flaccid after each passing minute until my body and strength get weaker and feel my eyes shut down like the rest of my body. I fall in-to complete darkness until I eventually pass out.
Luke Dexter
The closer you get to unconsciousness again, the further the grin on my face gets from the sadistic pleasure I get to see you suffer at my hands, or in this case, just one hand, yourself clearly too weak to resist or even try to get free from my grip. Either that or it’s because you’re still tied up in the hog tie my brother tied you in earlier. I only release my firmly gripped hand from your neck once you’re completely out; I even keep choking you even after you do go out to make 100% sure that you are unconscious. Quickly I take another moment to check that no one is around and am pleased when I see that no one is. So, like a lightweight rag doll, I grab you out of your patrol car’s trunk, sling you over my shoulder, walk you to the hood of the vehicle, and toss you onto your back, making the hood dent downward from your dead weight. “Don’t go anywhere," I say to your still unconscious body while I walk to the back passenger door, open it, and grab the rope I threw in just prior to leaving. Wanting you to lie flat on your back, I release your legs from the hogtie but keep your arms tied together firmly behind your back, your legs now lying flat over the hood and down past the front grill. Now with the rope in hand, I toss it over your body to the other side of the car, walk over to it, and toss it back, this time under the car. I then repeat that process several times till I tie both ends firmly together. In total 7 lines of rope run over your upper body, keeping you secured tight down against the hood. Finally, I take a quick moment to capture a picture of your naked body in this position to send to my brother, whom I know would love to see it. While I send the picture, I simply hang around to wait till you wake up, myself wanting to see your face when you regain consciousness.
Bad Cop Steve
You are crushing my chances to escape when you bring your fingers to my throat and give my neck a firm squeeze until no air goes through my air pipe. My face must be bright red. I cough and choke until I go out cold. I felt your fingers around my throat even after I passed out. No doubt you wanted to make sure I was not faking it. Something I would do as well. Now out cold I am very vulnerable. I faintly feel my 200lbs body land hard on my back on something. I am sure you are up to something when I have this odd feeling of something sliding over my naked torso skin. My eyes flicker and open and see the night sky above me with a few bright stars. I try to move but my arms are still tied behind me. I can feel my legs dangling loosely when I move them around. The heels of my boots clang on something metallic. I shift my head side to side and notice I am laid out on my police car hood, just like you promised you would.
I try to sit up but my upper body can’t move for some odd reason. I bend my head forward and notice you must have rolled some coarse rope around my upper body at least 7 times. My upper body is firmly tied to the hood of my patrol car. We are in the dead of night. I don’t see anyone around and don’t see any car lights coming or going on this quiet road. No point of shouting for help. I look around to see where Luke is. He is messing with his phone. The fucker could have taken some pictures of me while I was out. Pictures of my naked body with semi erect cock with only boots on. I lift my legs up and down to try and free my-self but I am tied solid. “What the Fuck Luke, untie me now. You can’t leave me like this. It could be many hours before I’m found. Just let me go and no harm will happen to you. I won’t pursue you and won’t meddle with you, your brother and your friends, I promise.” I’m hoping I can bargain myself out of this mess.
Luke Dexter
My eyes look up from my phone before I click send on my message to send the pic of you to my brother. “You promise? "Oh well, in that case I should release you, because I’m so scared about you coming for me, hahahaha. "I start fake laughing before instantly pulling myself back together and approaching you. “Your threats are honestly meaningless. How long till you realise that? I’ve already shown you that you’re no match for these guys. " I flex my biceps for you, giving my right one an arrogant kiss before continuing. “But if you want to come for me with someone else, that might be fun and might be more of a challenge. Certainly it is my style, 2 on 1, because you’re too big a pussy to take me on alone. Oh and guess what? Yeah, it will be hours, but that’s not my problem.” Already sick of your voice, I walk back to the open trunk and get out the piece of shirt you were gagged with but somehow got out of your mouth. With it in hand I close the trunk and walk back to you; before, without notice, I stuff it back into your mouth, shutting you up. “Night, Steve. Remember what you promised us? You'll make yourself available when we want. Yeah, we stole your phone number when you were unconscious. " I blow you a cocky kiss and walk over to the passenger door to get out my bike helmet and leather jacket. I also find the ticket that you gave me that started this entire encounter, making me smile at myself. So much so that I walk back to you and stuff the fine, or at least the remains of it, into your mouth as well. “Enjoy your night, Stevey," I say, patting your stomach. Evilly chuckling into the night, I walk away towards my bike, making sure to put my leather jacket and bike helmet on as I walk. I then place the key into the ignition, bring my engine to life, and with the honk of a horn and the rev of my engine, roar away, living you for dust, not caring about how long you might be trapped in this predicament before someone sees you and stops to help.
Bad Cop Steve
My attempt to bargain with you falls on deaf ears and you end up mocking me further. You stare back at me and enjoy insulting me with the way I fight. You now claim I should hunt you down with someone else. “Piss off bitch, I can take you down on my own” You just laugh more. You leave me on my own for a few minutes. You return to gag me again with the same piece of filthy uniform shirt. I shake my head violently but the gag remains. You wave me good night and tell me you picked up my phone number and remind me that I must be available for you and your friends any time you want. I shake my tied up body and shake my head in the negative and growl back muffled “It will never happen” I just make you laugh more. You arrogantly flex your biceps and kiss one. You go back to my patrol car and retrieve your helmet and what’s left of that ticket I once wrote when we first met. You stuff it in my mouth and gag on it. I manage to spit some of it out of my mouth. You have no worries with the fact that I can be stuck here like this for many hours before anyone finds me and rescues me. I hope it will be someone kind and soon. I growl when you call me Stevey. I hate being called that. “Untie me bastard”
I’m wasting my breath as you continue to ignore me. You pat my furry stomach as a way to belittle me. I shake around trying to free myself but I’m wasting my energy as I remain tied to the hood of my car. You slip on your helmet and leather jacket and walk over to your bike and hop on it. I cry out muffled “Get back here, untie me now, don’t leave me like this in the middle of nowhere” You blow me a kiss and simply ignore me again. You just ignite the bike motor and speed off. You leave me behind covered in a cloud of dust coming from your bike when it skids down the dirt trail. I raise my head and watch you disappear into the darkness. Leaving me alone tied up to the hood of my patrol car. Naked with the exception of my boots and socks. Amazingly my cock is rock hard. I’m now left waiting to be rescued, which could be for many hours or even until the morning. It’s starting to get chilly as the night gets cooler. After I start to calm down I slowly doze off and pray for a happy ending for me.
End
Published: 11 days ago, viewed 78 times.
The Tattooed muscle Brawler
10 days agoIf you’re looking for high intensity double-teaming, relentless submission pressure, and total control dynamics, Part 2 of Up Close & Personal hits hard.
Luke taking Steve’s belt and radio right out of the gate was a masterclass in mental dominance. Making Steve call into dispatch himself broke his spirit before the heavy physical work even began. Steve’s counter offensive. Major props to Steve for the desperate headbutt, knee to Cole’s midsection, and using the floor lamp for space. He showed solid brawler instincts, but he was operating on a rapidly emptying gas tank. Luke and Cole’s tag team coordination was seamless. Dropping Steve over Cole's knee, using his own taser to neutralize his core, and locking in that brutal Surfboard / Camel Clutch combination completely shattered Steve's physical resistance. Fast, heavy hitting power dynamics with absolute ground and pound dominance. Excellent part 2 guys, brilliant 👏
Bad Cop Steve
9 days ago(In reply to this)
Thank you Brawler for your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed our scene. I noticed that you took note of some of the highlights of our scene, which shows interest in our story. Thanks bro!
Luke Dexter
9 days ago(In reply to this)
Hey Brawler,
Another awesome comment, thanks yet again for taking the time to leave one.
So happy you enjoyed the read.
Luke
Freaker
10 days agoSteve, my beloved husband, one defeat was unfortunate, but two are starting to look suspicious! You have fought beside me against men far bigger and more dangerous than the Dexter brothers, so there will definitely not be a third one. Luke and Cole should enjoy their victory while they can, and perhaps invest in stronger locks, faster bikes, and a very convincing witness-protection program. Don’t worry, my love next time, your favourite backup officer will be standing right beside you!
Luke Dexter
10 days ago(In reply to this)
Bring it on Freaker, I ain’t afraid of you 😈
Bad Cop Steve
10 days ago(In reply to this)
Thank you for your comment my love. You are my favourite in any role xx
Freaker
10 days agoThe first part saw Luke Dexter overpower Bad Cop Steve after a roadside confrontation, proving that the younger biker was far more dangerous than the officer expected. Part Two raises the stakes by bringing Cole Dexter into the action and turning Steve’s rematch into a true family affair. Luke brings youthful arrogance and calculated cruelty, Cole adds the confidence of a brother eager to join the fun, and Steve remains magnificently defiant even when every symbol of his authority is turned against him. The handcuffs, uniform, patrol car, and numerous images make the humiliation intensely personal. Thanks to Luke Dexter, Cole Dexter, and Bad Cop Steve for publishing this brutal and provocative continuation in The High Table!
Luke Dexter
10 days ago(In reply to this)
Sup Freaker,
Thanks for your comment, yeah you got all that right. Tho I’m not sure how defiant Steve will be now. 😈
Luke
Bad Cop Steve
10 days ago(In reply to this)
I'm always defiant Luke!
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