#cop slave

[bigboysfalldeep]

mass cop conversion

After a successful field test, Officers Bradley, Johnson, Miller, and Phillips were sitting inside their vehicle. It was a pretty exhausting day, doing multiple fitness tests, shooting exercises, and reviewing tactical guidelines.

They are on their way back to the station on a vacant road through the forest, a little outside of town. Bradley has been sitting in the passenger seat right next to his partner for 3 years, Johnson, who's sitting behind the steering wheel. The other two officers are sitting in the back, both of them browsing their phones. He exchanged a knowing look with his partner before shaking their heads and smiling.

As two senior officers, they had to teach the greener cops how to act, what to do, and what to say without causing too much trouble. It was working quite well, but at times, the rookies, especially Phillips, were a bit too enthusiastic.

After a long day at work, Bradley was barely able to keep his eyes open; luckily, he wasn't the one driving. Yet, as he rests his head against the seat behind him, he spots a little bright light shining through the woods.

"That's odd." He growled, drawing Johnson's attention.

"What?" His partner asked before turning his head as well.

Both of them watch the light shine brighter, illuminating more and more of the forest ground.

Now, even the rookies turned their heads, and all four men watched the light approach them, bewildered, before Johnson stopped the car.

"What are you doing?" Miller asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"It could be something worth investigating." Bradley said, looking at his partner.

But then, before any of the officers could react, the light widened even more, engulfing their entire vehicle in a bright, white light.

"What the fuck?" Bradley said, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as all the others did the same.

Through his fingers, he was able to see a big, shadowy figure approach their car from the front, clearly the source of this bright light.

"Fuck this." Johnson grunted, hitting the horn of the car in frustration.

"Who is this motherfucker?" Phillips groaned, trying to get a better look at the source of light as well.

Shaking his head, Bradley reached for the door, but before he could open it, a weird feeling spread through him.

The air all around them grew thicker, so heavy that it got so much harder to breathe properly. A burning sensation spread across Bradley's skin and eyes; clearly, it wasn't some ordinary light.

"Fuck." Miller groaned as well, and Bradley turned his head to the other officer's. Just by their expression alone, he knew they were feeling the same thing.

With his hands shaking, he reached for the door again, but the pressure on his body just got way worse. Something was pushing him back—some invisible force causing their bodies to stay in place.

"We need....to get out." Bradley's body was pressed against the seat, and he couldn't move a muscle; instead, his body tensed more and more due to the pressure put upon it.

"I can't.." Johnson said breathlessly, obviously feeling the same. "What is this?" His face grimaced in pain, and his voice broke, ending in a silent moan.

Bradley turned his head to find his partner leaning back against the seat, breathing very quickly. Both of his hands are on his chest, clawing at his clothes. He could tell that he was barely able to breathe.

At this time, his breath quickened rapidly as well. As Bradley tried to regain his composure, he looked at the rookies through the rear view mirror, just to see them in a similar state. Phillips looked even worse, sweating and panting heavily while also clawing at his tight uniform. The temperature inside the car rose as well, causing their predicament to feel even worse.

Both rookies looked at him, seemingly asking for help, but there was nothing he could do.

"It's going to be fine." He growled, trying to make the rookies feel at ease, even though he didn't even know what was happening to them.

Bradley shook his head but was unable to avoid the light. His face flushed with color as his skin heated up even more.

Subconsciously, he started to tug at his clothes and his vest, and he somehow managed to remove his helmet, making it a little easier to breathe, just for a second. It dropped to the floor, but the pressure on his chest intensified again.

The light was shining ever so brightly right inside their eyes, but there was something else, something much more dangerous, inmidst those beams of light—another, invisible beam, a force echoing through the entire vehicle.

Just then, Bradley noticed some sort of sound—music or a speech—echoing through the entire car as well. He couldn't understand a word; he just felt a rhythm invading his mind.

"What is that?" He growled, still breathing so fast.

In response, Phillips let out a low moan, with his voice so rough.

The car was rocking slightly, something neither officer had experienced before.

Bradley closed his eyes, all of him focusing, trying so hard to get control, to move, to get out of this car, yet something was stopping him—something now crawling into his mind.

Images appeared—so many different, weird images: men on their knees, men made to serve, men made to obey.

It struck something deep inside him: the sound, the rhythm, that blinding light—all of it was putting so much pressure on his body and mind.

As waves of electricity pulsated through every fiber and every bone of his body, his muscles were the first to react.

Bradley's body grew hard; his muscles bulged against the fabric of his uniform, causing his vest to act as more of a restraint than actual protection.

Unaware, he was now stroking himself, running a hand across his chest firmly through his vest and uniform shirt while trying to calm himself down and steady his breaths.

"Fuck." He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked through the rear-view mirror once more.

Shocked, he saw both rookies doing the same, but even more: Phillips and Miller were leaning back against the seats, stroking their own chests with both of their hands. Their faces were plagued by pain and pleasure, with their expressions shifting rapidly. 

Both officers let out low moans as their bodies slowly reacted to their strokes. Their bodies moved in sync with the strokes and sensual movements.

Bradley himself intensified his strokes, feeling all of his muscles tense more and more.

As much as it was terrifying, something deep inside him found this alluring, but that wasn't him. It was a thought planted in him by that invisible, indoctrinating force.

"What is happening?" He cried out before a low groan escaped his lips. Barely able to move, he turned his head to see Johnson already one step ahead.

His partner's face looked pain-ridden, looking right into the bright light. He was stroking himself firmly beneath his vest, feeling himself, and touching himself so lovingly.

Bradley didn't understand what was happening to them, but his body was oddly into it. He could tell his member was hard already. Either due to the sight of the other officers or the pressure put on his body, he couldn't tell.

Just then, when he turned his face back into the light, his head grew so heavy. It was burning his eyes and, at the same time, invading his mind.

Panting, he struggled to keep his eyes open while his mind was flooded with more images and more thoughts of simple obedience.

This time, however, he saw himself as the obedient one. He was down on his knees, right next to this man he only knew as "sir". 

He was wearing a similar uniform, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. It was tight—it hurt a little—but he didn't mind. The man touched him lovingly—his cheeks, neck, and down to his thick chest—and it felt so good.

At the same time, one of his hands ran down his chest, right to his thighs, and between his legs. Bradley was growing so hard and so fast, and a sudden warmth began to engulf his chest.

Like a flower, it bloomed inside his chest and spread rapidly. His whole upper body tingled, and his breathing got out of control. Bradley moaned in ecstacy, leaning his head back once more.

His eyes rolled back into his head, turning white, while the tingling sensation flowed through him—into his arms, hands, and even into his fingertips. They felt numb, yet he experienced so much pressure and pleasure—his clothes were restraining him, however.

He tried to tear his clothes apart as all of his muscles grew bigger and harder, straining the fabric of his now-tight uniform.

Bradley was struggling to keep a sane mind; it was surreal. He managed to steady his head, but his eyes were so heavy.

Unable to speak, more moans escaped his lips, and when his eyes fell on those two rookies again, he groaned.

The young officers were experiencing the exact same thing. Both of them were touching themselves firmly through their uniforms. Their dicks were tenting visibly, with Phillips already staining his clothes either with his sweat or his cum.

They moaned and thrusted a few times, experiencing pure pleasure. Their eyes too rolled back a few times as their rough and husky voices filled the air all around them.

This encouraged Bradley to touch himself through his pants as well. His cock was larger than ever before—it was pressing against his pants, visibly even through his underwear and uniform—and he felt all of him growing even harder by the second.

Bradley was sweating heavily now as the air all around him grew even thicker, filled with the moans and groans of the other officers. The smell was even worse; all men were sweaty already, yet this was different. As some were leaking, it's smell mixed with the other bodily fluids.

Bradley closed his eyes, trying his best to block these thoughts, smells, and noises, but all he saw were more images of him being a mere plaything.

The man was demanding more, so his body flexed hard. He did everything to please him. And the same command entered his mind over and over again.

"Obey."

Part of him wanted to obey, to give in, yet he had to push it back to regain control over himself again.

Fighting back, shaking his head, and trying to thrash around, Bradley turned to Johnson, who was looking at him as well. Both men were touching themselves and their cocks firmly, but they tried hard to stay focused.

Johnson was looking for help—a release—but neither of them could move even an inch. They were struggling so hard but failed. Whatever was happening shouldn't be happening, was all they could think.

But the now-comforting warmth kept spreading into every corner of their bodies, making it so much harder to not just give in. Their minds were invaded once again—even more images of simple, blissful obedience.

Bradley steadied himself against the seat, one hand firmly grabbing his own cock, the other on his chest, stroking himself lovingly.

The warmth entered his thighs and legs and flowed into his toes, causing the numbing, tingling sensation to become more intense. His body moved on its own, spreading his legs to make more space for his large member and his hands running along its ever-growing shaft.

For one last time, he looked into the rear-view mirror.

In horror, he saw both officers giving in to this phenomenal feeling; Phillips and Miller were touching each other, stroking each other's chests firmly. Their gazes were empty, just looking straight ahead, while their expressions kept shifting—pain and pleasure—again and again.

He watched their hands encompass each other's bodies: chests, thighs, necks, biceps, and pecs. All while they growled, moaned, and groaned in unison.

Holding back a painful moan, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest—his partner's hand. Johnson started to stroke him gently.

"What are you?" Bradley turned his face to look at the other officer, who was looking into the bright light, his face red yet unbothered.

He tried to fight back, but something deep inside him was enjoying this. "Don't," he begged, but Johnson didn't reply; however, he moaned instead, still looking right into the light.

This sparked something inside Bradley's chest: the urge to be touched and be fondled with by another man. He saw the images again—how good it felt to be touched like that, to be obedient.

"Fuuck." He moaned deeply, loving the firm hand touching him, stroking him, and playing with his nipples through the thin fabric of his uniform.

Instinctively, he reached out as well, and once his fingertips touched Johnson's chest, his dick grew even harder.

He never thought of touching a man like that before, especially his partner or any other officer, but it just felt so good.

Bradley loved how this man's body reacted to the simplest touch—how hard his muscles and tight his clothes were.

He turned his face into the light and acted simply on command.

Both officers were touching each other, feeling each other, and enjoying each other's bodies.

It felt like the tingling sensation was following their every move as their bodies shifted slightly.

The officers eyes were unfocused; now vacant, all of them stared into the light when a single thought flooded their minds.

"Obey. Cum and obey. Cum and obey."

Simultaneously, the four men reached down for each other's rock-hard cocks, stroking them through their pants at first.

Sweating, they started to drool heavily as more and more moans escaped their lips.

One by one, they struggled to unbutton their uniform pants, but after a few failed attempts, they succeeded.

As Johnson pulled out Bradley's wet, hard cock, he instantly started to play with it. All the others did the same, wrapping their hands around each other's dicks and moving their hands up and down their lengths.

It just felt so good to be touched like that, causing them to let out satisfied groans.

Bradley bit his lower lip, holding back, yet his low guttural growl echoed through the car, followed by similar noises from the others.

While their cocks were being fondled with, they stroked their own chests again, and the tingling feeling entered their necks and minds.

All of them grew weaker, yet their strokes became firmer.

Their hands moved to an unseen and unheard rhythm, and all four cops were edging already.

It wouldn't take long for them to fulfill their duty.

"Serve. Cum and obey."

Miller's cock was the first to give in to the pressure. He shot load after load, covering not only Phillip's hands but their clothes with his precious, hot cum.

His moans filled the air, followed by Johnson, then Phillips. All of them were cumming simultaneously, and the smell of cum and sweat was undeniable.

With one final stroke, Bradley gave in to that tingling as well. As his cock erupted, his mind was drained of everything.

He couldn't think or speak; he just moaned again and again.

Bradley's beautiful eyes were vacant, unfocused, and dull, just like the others'.

With every load and every ounce of cum leaving their bodies, more and more of their will, their resilience, and their minds were drained. Replaced with only one thought.

Obedience.

They sat there for what felt like hours, but it was mere minutes.

The light turned off, and several shadowy figures approached the vehicle. They watched through the windows and found four cops—mere empty husks, empty and ready for further programming.

Their clothes were stained with sweat, cum, as they kept drooling as well.

The doors opened, and a young man, seemingly enjoying this sight very much, smirked.

"The first stage is complete." He said that and reached for Officer Bradley's chest, touching him and stroking him firmly, but the cop didn't react.

"Good boys." The man patted his chest and looked at four other men doing the same.

"Take them for further experiments." The man took a step back.

"Yes, sir." 

He watched four bulky men dressed in black leather pull those four cops out of the car—a sight to behold.

Their dicks were hanging out of their pants; all of them were covered in sweat and cum—a debilitating smell. Their eyes were empty, and even though they were thick, muscular men, they didn't fight back.

The officers were carried toward the other vehicle and out into the back.

With one last smile, the young man looked at them before closing the back doors.

[hotudla]

“You must obey. You will obey. You must not resist the brainwashing”

The VRs flashed the sex zombie programming into their confused heads and bound, sweaty muscles. The cocky cops were powerless to resist as their wills and cocks succumbed to the brainwashing.

WATCH HERE THE 3 PARTS OF THIS HOT VIDEO

[gxlden-angels]

Bro I hate fundamentalists and culturally-fundie parents they'll say shit like "spare the rod spoil the child am I right haha yea my parents used to have to beat my ass with a switch almost everyday but I sure did learn my lesson" but like??? no you didn't??? you were hit multiple times for something you very obviously did not, in fact, learn

Like studies about how harmful even lightly spanking children is aside, you're literally contradicting yourself?? Some even admitted they got worse as they got older cause they wanted to see how far they could push their parents before they got punished

And studies not aside, you're gonna get child raising advice from the same book that tells you to stone your wife if her hymen doesn't break on your wedding night instead of the decades of research we have now?? Just say you're a bad parent and move on my guy. Skill issue

[slaveinsuit]

[siremasterlawrence]

On The Line Of Play

“Excuse me sir! Here as ordered”

“Indeed you are!”

“Get your ass inside”

“Shut up and don’t say a word”

“Face the wall and hands on door “

“Let’s see you like a pat down, a frisk.”

“How do you like that?”

“Spread your legs”

“Drop the bag”

“Let’s see what you have pig”

“Perfect, now open your pig mouth”

“Your tie should hold your mouth shut”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh”

“One hard squat and you howl”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Too funny”

“Let’s progress things “

“Let me lead you, sit your ass down and I’ll cuff you.”

Officer dumbfuck sits tight as I press play on my iPad sitting on a table laying on the wall, and the video starts to play a beautiful multicolored spiral spins onto the screen I’m a rhythmic fashion music plays continuously on a never ending loop.

Office falls prey to it extremely easily in a very fast instant his eyes began to loose his focus on everything else around him? His bodies slack and he is frozen in time lost to the words on the screen I am all that matter right now.

Reaching for my bag I place it on the floor at his feet I open it placing the towel on the floor, number of items as instructed are o full display for me to peruse and chooses accordingly for my purposes so that I can take ownership for him.

“I am Master Lawrence’s slave “

“I obey Master Lawrence “

“I am his loyal servant”

“I am his puppet “

“I am his weapon”

“My job is to protect him l

“My life is to serve him”

“I am his loyal one “

“My badge is his tool”

“I yearn to submit “

“His body is my temple “

“I can freely trust him”

“Only do as I say “

“I follow his command “

“He is my God”

Happily I click my fingers after a hour and a half he wakes up completely empty devoid of any free will and I joyously feel a power trip like no other forming a fist then slapping him hard.

Cupping his chin I lift him up to the sky to be able to face me and then I kiss him usurping all of his power swinging behind his back and I reach for his keys in his pockets undoing his cuffs.

Placing the key away I instruct him to rise to his feet he stood tall under my power staring into the light and he learns his lesson by all means possible and I become someone of greater power.

I meet him head on grasping his pecs with my hands feeling them up before I start to play with him and I realize the more effort

I make to program the better for me it is

the solution.

“Office Jay! Tell me”

.”What chief?”

“What is your purpose?”

“To serve and protect you “

“Good boi “

“Mmmmmm”

“Take a knee”

“Swear to me your allegiance “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“I pledge my mind and body to you “

“I serve only you “

“My will is yours “

“I am committed to you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[nando161mando]

WORTH THE WATCH!

Maybe America does need a White History month!

Amber Ruffin explains how slave patrols evolved into Militias, the Revolutionary Army, the Confederate Army, the KKK and the Police.

[mudfire]

i found it funny that enid's poe cup team was all long black haired girls and shes the sole blonde. makes sense why she would choose the poem The Black Cat as their team name. like even when replacing yoko, wednesday is still... long and black haired...

enid having a type aside (you cannot tell me enid didnt crush on yoko before weds came along) if a lot of the vampires looked like that, it got me wondering if enid is close with the fangs as a friend group

[bigboysfalldeep]

photogenic - when cops go under

For over a year now, I've been running a photography business in a small town, but nobody knew it was just a cover-up for my mischievous games.

I've always been into hypnosis, especially when it meant bringing big guys under my control. I discovered that, under the right circumstances, anyone can fall victim to hypnosis. For me, I stumbled across a very interesting combination.

I was doing my research when I came across the use of light, smell, and sound to make someone a willful puppet, a mere plaything. A single light, scent, or sound alone won't be enough for most men to go under, but the correct mixture of all of them is pure blissful ecstacy.

I prepared my entire studio to fulfill my deepest wishes, and the whole setup was perfect. I had multiple ring lights, reflectors, strobe lights, and softboxes, all of them placed in a way to cover the entire stage in a warm, engulfing light. I made sure to let them flicker just barely, unseen for most unknowing eyes. It will exhaust the victim's mind and eyes, just what I need.

Of course, I created my own playlist of songs, mostly with ordinary background sounds, similar to elevator music, but I hid messages deep within the rhythm to subconsciously invade any unsuspecting minds.

To complete the setup, I placed a few candles here and there; I made them myself, using special ingredients that, when burned, act as some sort of aphrodisiac. A horny mind is a willing mind, and especially men are easily subjected to that method.

Just perfect, and the studio was operating for months without anyone suspecting a thing. Of course, I didn't just take control over anyone—just the beautiful ones, the ones that made me cry just by looking at them.

One day, however, I couldn't believe my eyes when I got an inquiry from the local sheriff department. They wanted to send an officer to a photoshoot for some sort of promotional material, but I didn't care. I was so excited that I didn't let that opportunity slip away. They just told me his name, Officer Romero. I had seen him around and heard his name. He was indeed a handsome man.

I prepared the entire studio and made sure everything was working perfectly fine when the doorbell rang. My heart was already racing so fast, and I could barely breathe steadily. I took several deep breaths before I opened the door. It got even worse when I looked into the cop's beautiful face.

"Officer Romero." I said I was reaching for his hand. "Right on time." He smiled and shook my hand.

"Of course." The officer said it in a deep, manly voice, which sent shivers down my spine. He looked so good in his uniform as well—so tight and thick, just the way I like them.

"Why don't you come in?" I motioned for him to enter my studio, which he did without hesitation. Getting a good look at his arse filling his pants, I quietly locked the door before following him closely.

"That's a nice studio." He growled deeply, taking a look around the main room. The music was already playing softly in the background, and even I smelled the faint scent of herbs hovering in the air all around us, but he didn't seem to mind it.

"Thank you." I nodded politely. "I hope I'm not disrupting your shift, officer."

He caught me staring at his uniform again, but he just let out a soft chuckle. "No, no. It's my day off, actually." He said, and his voice sounded so smooth, making my dick hard.

I just noticed he was carrying a bag right then. "I'm hitting the gym right after this shoot; I brought my gym gear too." The officer smiled contently, causing me to mirror him right away.

"Sounds good to me." I tilted my head and told him to put the bag to the side and to step onto the little stage I had prepared for him. I enjoyed watching him walk around in his uniform, as he was looking so fucking hot.

He got in position, struck a pose, and waited for me to take the first pictures. I saw him running both of his hands across his chest and waist, straightening his unfiorm shirt, and subconsciously checking if his pants were sitting okay.

At the same time, he kept touching his nose, running a hand through his light stubble, his hair, and down his neck. Was he nervous? Or was my setup already showing some effect on him?

"Are you ready?" I said as I turned on all the lights at the same time.

"Ugh." He groaned under his breath, slightly flinching at the barrage of light hitting his face. "I think so." Officer Romero's deep voice filled the room, causing my dick to pulsate softly.

"I hope it's not too bright." I knew it was way too much for simple pictures, but most people don't want to bother a professional.

"No, it's fine." The cop struck a pose again and struggled to keep his eyes focused.

I pressed my favorite button, the trigger of my camera. A light even brighter than all those lights around us. Luckily, I wasn't on the receiving end of this.

*Flash*

"Looking good," I said loudly, pressing another button so the lights dim yet start to flicker slightly.

Romero was way more comfortable with that setup, just as I hoped.

"How are you feeling, officer?" I hesitated for a moment when I noticed he was struggling to loosen up a little.

"I'm just nervous." He chuckled again with that deep voice. "I am sorry." The cop shrugged, and I saw his face blushing slightly.

"That's all good. It happens to the best of us." I nodded comfortingly. "Just breathe deeply; try to relax."

Right away, he did as I told him, taking one deep breath after another, taking in more and more of that alluring smell filling the air.

After a few more seconds, I noticed a steady shift in his posture. The more breaths he took, the more comfortable he became.

"Very good. Just keep breathing, but don't forget to smile." I chuckled as well, preparing to take yet another picture.

*Flash*

"That one was good." I licked my lips in anticipation; I knew that my setup was working perfectly fine.

Officer Romero was becoming more comfortable, kept breathing deeply, and looked right into the warm light.

"This feels good." He purred happily, stroking his own chest again before grabbing his own member through his pants. I could tell he wasn't paying attention to this; it was purely instinctive.

"Doesn't it?" I said I watched him stroking himself once, then twice, before striking another pose.

"Am I doing good?" He chuckled when I pulled the trigger again.

*Flash*

"You're doing so well, Officer. You're a natural." I smiled, enjoying seeing him open up more and more. At one point, he slightly started swaying, unable to take a firm stand—an indicator that he was ready for the next step.

"Can you hear me, Officer?" I watched him through the lens of my camera as his eyes unfocused for a second, his body kept swaying, and he let his hands run all over his upper body, his crotch, waist, and ass.

"Yes." He smiled derpily and tried to regain his composure by holding his hands in front of his chest.

*Flash*

"Good." I said it in a serious tone. "Now listen to me." With the press of a button, all the lights started to turn color, rhythmically to the sound of the music playing in the background.

His eyes widened, and he looked at me, waiting for any further commands.

"I want you to listen to me, breathe, and just breathe. Relax. It's so easy to just let me handle this, okay?" I watched his eyes roll back for a second; he was hooked on my voice already.

Officer Romero opened his mouth, but a single deep moan was the only thing escaping his lips at this point.

"Just look at these beautiful lights, how they spin around, all those colors." His eyes were unfocused again.

"Listen to my voice and the music and forget about your own thoughts. You don't need them right now."

The cop moaned again, touching his now visibly tenting cock through his tight pants.

"Take in more of that delicious scent; it will help you relax and be mine."

I watched him take several deep breaths, and a low guttural moan left his lips before he just smiled.

*Flash*

I was already leaking while watching him through the camera, but I needed to see if it worked.

So I turned off the lights and saw him standing there, swaying slightly, while he wasn't looking at anything in particular.

I approached him, reached for his muscular chest, and placed a hand on his badge.

"Can you hear me, Officer?" I whispered, and his posture shifted again. His body was reacting to the sound of my voice, twitching once he heard it.

"Yess." He moaned again.

"Very good boy." I stroked his firm chest again and again, causing him to smile contently. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" I chuckled, but he just growled in response.

"I want you to listen to me, Officer Romero." I pulled him into a tight embrace, one hand around his thick neck, the other stroking his chest and tummy through his soft clothes.

"I want you to be mine, my personal cop." I breathed into his ear. "You want it too, don't you?" The officer groaned in agreement, giving in to my embrace.

He was so heavy, so thick, and so beautiful.

"Very good. Now stand tall." Separating myself from him, I watched him regain his composure. He immediately struck that usual pose: arms behind his back, chin up, and a straight chest.

His handsome face was blank, his eyes unfocused and foggy, yet still so beautiful. The training really showed, and I couldn't help but touch his upper body, his pecs, and his arms firmly. It felt so good to feel his muscles bulge, causing the uniform to become even tighter around his well-formed body.

Biting my lip I grabbed my own tenting cock—oh, how much I wanted to get sucked off by the handsome cop. But first things first.

"Flex for me." I grabbed the camera again and took another picture, this one, for my personal collection. Officer Romero lifted one arm after another, causing his biceps to bulge firmly—fuck, so hot.

*Flash*

I moaned quietly at the sight of this man following all of my orders. Shaking my head in disbelief, I approached him again. "Stop flexing." I motioned for him to lower his arms, and he did.

I walked around him, appreciating his body some more. My hands encompassed his entire body, his broad back, his thick ass, and his thighs—so beefy, so good.

I had to hold back several moans, but I managed to behave myself.

Now standing in front of him again, I caressed his cheek—his skin was so soft—and let my fingers brush through his light beard, across his soft lips, and along his firm jawline.

"I'm so happy it was you." I breathed against his lips before I pulled him into that tight embrace again.

"Listen." I stroked his tummy now, firmly and lovingly. "I want you; I need you to be mine."

Officer Romero moaned into my ear and down my neck, making me leak some more. 

"I want you to focus on me, on my hand." I said as I let my hand run further down his body, right to his member bulging inside his uniform.

I grabbed him firmly, letting the palm of my hand rub against his thick cock.

"Get hard for me, boy, harder than ever before." I whispered into him, causing him to growl deeply.

His breathing intensified slowly, and his entire body tensed more and more. He was truly concentrating every fiber of his body to get hard—a sensational feeling.

As his cock grew harder, pressing against his pants and my hand, I smirked.

"Now, when I tell you to, you will release all that pressure building up inside your body, and with that, you will be mine, and mine alone."

"Yess." Officer Romero started to grind his hips against my hand, anticipating the coming release.

"Now." I breathed deeply, and with that, I felt his cock shooting multiple massive loads of his precious cum right against the palm of my hand. Letting out a long, guttural groan, causing his deep voice to break slightly, he leaned his head back, embracing this moment of pure blissful satisfaction.

More and more shots left the tip of his huge cock until he ran dry. Even then, he kept thrusting again and again. His mind was empty; all he could think of was cumming, letting go, and becoming a mindless, obedient toy.

I myself was breathing quickly, as I felt the same satisfaction as he did. I just came into my pants as well, and it felt so good.

In one swift motion, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside to fondle his member for a little while. He kept purring the more I touched him. His cock was sticky, so hard and thick—I pulled it out of his trousers and took a good look at it—so huge.

"Look at me." I placed a hand around his neck, forcing him to look at me. Officer Romero was struggling to keep a straight face; his eyes were vacant; he was drooling, but that made him even more handsome.

"You did so good, Officer." I licked my lips again while stroking him—all of him—again.

He purred happily and enjoyed my loving touch as well. I started to unbutton his shirt now too, exposing an even tighter shirt underneath. Even though the outline of his abs was visible.

"Listen. Anytime you see the flash of my camera, you will go deeper and back into this state again. Do you understand?" I ran my hand across his tummy, cueing him to growl like a dog.

"Yes." He said it with his usually manly voice, now dull.

"Good. Now. When I tell you to, you will come back to yourself. You won't remember anything that happened while you were under. The conditioning will be the only thing that stays hidden inside your mind. Understood?" I said as I fixed his uniform shirt.

The cop nods in agreement.

"You won't be bothered by your stained clothes; instead, you will be as comfortable as before." Licking my lips, I tucked his thick cock back into his briefs and pants, but it was still incredibly visible that he was so hard.

Officer Romero consciously touches himself once I button up his uniform pants before he regains his composure. "Yes." He growled.

I walked back to my spot, turned the lights back on—the white ones—and watched him through the lens of my camera.

"Welcome back, Officer," I said firmly, and right away, I noticed the shift in his posture again.

His eyes focused, he blinked several times, and he straightened his back. Insticnteviely, he ran a hand across his chest, his tummy, and his crotch, but he didn't seem bothered at all.

"Sorry, did you say something?" A little confused, he tried to look at me through the bright light.

"I think we're done." I said, turning the lights off.

With a soft smile on his lips, he approached me, one hand on his chest and the other on his gun belt.

With every trigger, my camera took a dozen pictures, and I just showed him the first ones—good pictures, enough for their plans.

"Brilliant." The cop spoke back with his manly, deep voice, but I couldn't help but admire his body while he was standing right next to me.

"Good. I will edit them and send them  over."I smiled politely, and he smiled brightly.

"Sounds good to me." He didn't even realize he was touching himself through his slightly wet uniform pants. I love messing with people's minds, especially the hot ones.

Before he left, we exchanged numbers—for business purposes, of course—and he grabbed his gym back.

"See you around." We shook hands.

"Oh, I will make sure of that. I thought.

[reasoningdaily]

RANKIN COUNTY, Miss. -- Former Rankin County, Mississippi, sheriff's deputies Hunter Elward and Jeffrey Middleton were sentenced in federal court on Tuesday after pleading guilty, along with five additional former law enforcement officers, to a total of 16 charges related to the January 2023 torture of two Black men.

Elward, who pleaded guilty to the most serious charge in the indictment -- discharge of a firearm during a crime of violence -- was sentenced to 241 months, or about 20 years, according to the Department of Justice.

"I hate myself for it," Elward said during the sentencing hearing, according to Jackson ABC affiliate WAPT. "I accept my responsibility."

Middleton was sentenced to 17.5 years or 210 months in prison for his role in the incident, according to the Department of Justice. The remaining four officers who pleaded guilty in this case will be sentenced during hearings on Wednesday and Thursday.

Michael Jenkins, who was shot in the mouth by Elward during the incident, spoke to WAPT on Tuesday afternoon after Elward stood up and apologized to him in court.

"I'm glad he looked at me. I'm glad he see me," Jenkins said, adding that while he "feels sorry" for Elward's family, the former officer got "what he deserved."

Eddie Parker, the second victim in the case, told Elward in court on Tuesday that he forgave him for his actions, according to WAPT, and said that he is "satisfied" with the sentence.

Asked about his decision to forgive Elward, Parker said, "For what is given and what is done, I forgive that part, but other than that, he still did what he did and he has to be punished."

"I always stand up for justice and for what's right," he added.

Asked if he also forgives Elward, Jenkins told WAPT, "I don't know. No, no, because if he wouldn't have got caught he'd still be doing the same thing."

Former Rankin County sheriff's deputies Elward, Middleton, Christian Dedmon, Brett McAlpin and Daniel Opdyke, along with Joshua Hartfield, a former Richland police officer, pleaded guilty to 16 federal charges related to the torture and physical abuse of three Rankin County men in two unrelated incidents, according to a statement released by U.S. Department of Justice on Aug. 3, 2023.

The charges include civil rights conspiracy, deprivation of rights under color of law, discharge of a firearm during a crime of violence, conspiracy to obstruct justice and obstruction of justice. The former officers agreed to sentences ranging from five to 30 years as recommended by prosecutors, but the judge is not bound by the agreement, according to The Associated Press.

According to the charging documents, the incident on Jan. 24, 2023, took place when a white neighbor claimed in a complaint to McAlpin, the chief RCSO investigator, that she observed "suspicious activity" from Black men staying at a nearby property.

McAlpin asked Dedmon, who was an RCSO investigator at the time, to look into the incident, and Dedmon proceeded to reach out to a group of shift officers who called themselves "The Goon Squad" because of their "willingness to use excessive force and not report it," according to the documents.

During the incident, the officers beat Jenkins and Parker, sexually assaulted them with a sex toy and shocked them with Tasers for roughly 90 minutes while handcuffed, according to court documents obtained by ABC News. Jenkins was also shot in the mouth by Elward, per the DOJ.

And while Jenkins was bleeding on the floor, instead of providing medical aid, the officers "devised a false cover story to cover up their misconduct" and proceeded to "plant" and "tamper with evidence" to corroborate their story, the DOJ said.

"The defendants in this case tortured and inflicted unspeakable harm on their victims, egregiously violated the civil rights of citizens who they were supposed to protect, and shamefully betrayed the oath they swore as law enforcement officers," DOJ Sec. Attorney General Merrick B. Garland said in a statement on Aug. 3, 2023. "The Justice Department will hold accountable officers who abuse the public trust that is essential to public safety."

The officers admitted that on Jan. 24, 2023, they entered a home where Jenkins and Parker were staying in Braxton, Rankin County, Mississippi, where they handcuffed and arrested the two men "without probable cause to believe they had committed any crime, called them racial slurs, and warned them to stay out of Rankin County," the DOJ said in a statement on Aug. 3, 2023, announcing the guilty pleas.

According to the federal charging documents obtained by ABC News, sentencing maximums range from three years in prison for lesser offenses to life in prison for the most serious offense of discharging of a firearm during a crime of violence.

The two victims -- Jenkins and Parker -- spoke out during a press conference Monday morning about the enduring trauma of the experience as their attorneys called on the judge to give the former officers the "maximum sentence."

"I'd like to thank everybody for supporting us and believing in us," said Jenkins, who was shot in the mouth during the incident. "It's been very hard for me this past year. I'm just looking forward to justice tomorrow. I hope they do right. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst."

Parker, who is set to testify during the sentencing hearings this week, per his attorney, said that it's been a "hard year," and he's glad that the day of sentencing, which was delayed twice before, has finally come.

"Everything needs to be done right because everything was done wrong," Parker said. "What's done already, man, can't be erased; it can't be taken back. I relive this every day."

Malik Shabazz, the lead attorney for Jenkins and Parker, said that his clients have "been through a lot of trauma" and called on U.S. District Judge Tom Lee to give each of the former officers the "maximum sentence."

"The day of justice has finally come," he said. "That's an important day, not only in Mississippi, but this is an important day for accountability for police brutality, all throughout America. Police officers are watching this sentencing ... they're watching to see whether law enforcement in Mississippi and law enforcement in America will be held sufficiently accountable for their acts of torture and brutality," he added.

The officers have not responded to ABC News' requests for comment.

Dedmon, Elward and Opdyke also pleaded guilty to three additional federal felony offenses related to a separate incident that took place on Dec. 4, 2022, per the DOJ.

The U.S. The Department of Justice launched an investigation into the incident in Feb. 2023, along with the FBI, amid outrage from the community and as attorneys for Jenkins and Parker filed a notice of claim for a $400 million federal lawsuit. The Mississippi Bureau of Investigation also investigated the case that led to state charges against the officers.

"It's in court, and we're fighting," Shabazz told ABC News on Monday when asked about the status of the lawsuit.

[muffinapologist]

“ACAB” “What’s that?”

“... an exception”

[siremasterlawrence]

The Side Hustle Part 1

Charlie Parker is the owner of the bar and a very close friend of mine who invited me to his bar and grills major introduction to the world.

Standing in front of the building I agree to go and leave as quickly as possible pushing the door open and entering the room to find him.

He is this tall, nicely muscular built and hot super handsome white male I can’t stops looking at and he caught my attention very quickly.

Ignoring him I head over to my friends table to drop his gift and greet him even thought I can feel his eyes track on me following me everywhere I go.

I head to the bathroom in a huge huff with a heavy sighing fit I realize he is right behind me a hand grabs my waist slowly caressing me.

He spins me around taking my hand in his he leans in yanking me into his arms as we kiss slowly and I feel a deep change within him.

Shoving him back into the wall then I race in to the room back at the table I join the dark lit dance floor spying him in the corner of my eye.

Suddenly his hands touch mine attempting to guide me from the area I head to the pool table and we play a game grabbing a pool stick.

Upon my instructions I watch him sequester the area blocking us in we play a game and I take the first action to secure my control over him.

“What is your name? What do you do in life?”

“My name is Charlie Parker! I am a lawyer “

“A lawyer? HOT!”

“FUCK! Your voice is so calm”

“Soft! Yeah I know “

“I feel a state of submission “

“Self security “

“I need you”

“Only you can provide”

“What do I have to do?”

“Lose this game of pool “

“One more shot “

“I need to lay by you “

“Bath in my body “

“Succumb to me”

“One taste”

“A simple kiss”

“I lose”

“Wwwwwooooohhhhh”

“Take me Master Lawrence “

Charlie sips a expensive bottle of top shelf alcoholic beverage brought to the tiny pool back room table and he takes a sip I can see the glee.

The flirtation is real watching him close all of the doors in the room and he commences by taking another pool tool shooting it into the hole.

The ball scratches a mark on the table in a sharp screech causing us to giggle loudly it filters throughout the whole bar and grill my friend enjoys it all.

My new friend shadows lands on the wall in a bit of excitement I place the candle on the table and slowly lit casting a shadow onto the wall.

His eyes instantly caught his eyes I laugh a bit sliding it across the area his eyes are lost in a facial expression of confusion the fiery candle dances.

The lights flicker in time to see another odd occurrence the owner of the restaurant walk in to the room slamming his fist onto the main pool table.

“Well…well! What’s going on here?”

“Hey buddy! This is my new pal”

“He is helping me, join us”

“Please do lose yourself to the flame”

“It flickers on and off washing it away “

“Everything fades into the light”

“You are consumed and it’s all dust”

“All you here and see are me”

“I am the man in the chair”

“The one who leads”

“You are compelled to obey “

“I am your world “

“You are our world”

“You love me”

“I love you “

“We love you with all our heart and souls”

“We are intertwined, bonded and meant to each other.”

“Two sides of the same coin.”

“Mmmmm”

“I want you to disrobe your clothes, kneel at my feet.”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

Officer Lyle Jackman receives call to come to the joint the car parks as he jumps out onto the ground and case the area before knocking on the door.

He kicks the door open pulling up his gun he points the car in the air moving forward he is on guard as the building has long since been vacated.

Meanwhile, in the pool room I prepare for this incident after seeing Chip his friend with a Cellphone dropping from his hand on a call.

It says 911 I think to myself rolling my eyes at this fools easy trigger response to call the cops and he rips the door aside with one bang.

He stands in the door with his toned and hot muscular dark shadow overcasting onto me but I smirk for a bit and I snap my fingers so quick.

Charlie and Chip fell face forward back onto the floor leaving him in shock and awe at my actions and he pulls his gun on me I pretend to be afraid.

“Someone called into say there was a wild party.”

“It is the premier for Chips new club”

“No smart Alec remarks”

“Fine Officer! Then why is your gun on me but your eyes are glued elsewhere.”

“You are in violation”

“Of what punk?”

“SNAP!”

“Dumbfuck!”

“You are under my power”

“At my mercy”

“Strip and kneel”

“Give me your hand cuffs, I need three”

“Yes Sir”

“Cuff the other two guys”

“Rise to your feet, walk over to me and spin”

“Face your back to me”

“Offer your hands on your waist”

“Your are being handcuffed”

“Now Officer! Remove them from the pool room, and lock them in your car.”

“Close the building down.”

“Then you will drive us home.”

The end

[thetistaboveall]

The Boyfriend Project

find myself in a super complicated type of situation that encompasses the last few years of this relationship.

His name is Richard Grayson a former hard core inmate at New York City correctional facility.

He had kidnap me from my home one day on a random bet by other people in my town apartment building.

It one late night the darkness covers the sky on a dark midnight blue shines blocking the window.

I get up with the moonlight in my face once shock hit me blinding me upon the face I sat up.

All of a sudden I can feel a shadow attach on to me from the window and I freak out to see a leg break the glass.

Apparently this guy he has been arrested by the cops for a multitude of reasons I can’t even speak of.

He hugs me a bit then presses his back on to me slamming my body in to the wall again.

I can feel his breath on me as he pushed me in to his car and drives off for a bit.

“What the fuck? Who are you?” I scream out loud jumping out of the bed.

“Ssssshhhhhhh” he blows out putting his slim finger on his lips.

“Let me go, get out” I yell backing up to the wall.

“Relax! I will leave soon I promise.” He swears.

“You are coming with me.” He tells me wrapping his hand on my mouth.

“HELP!” I scream.

“What is your problem?” He asks.

“You kidnap me” I add.

“So?” He questions me.

“You don’t see what is wrong there.” He says.

“I can’t understand why, but I can’t let you go” he replies.

“It is not in the plan but things change.”

He turns on his air conditioner blowing in to my face I inhale falling a sleep to the side.

The head crocks over to the side but my eyes flutter close to his delight with love.

All I can remember when I wake up is the faint taste of his lips touching mine in a sexy kiss.

“Oooooohhhhhh! Baby!”

“Ugh!”

“I love you”

“The man of my dreams”

“I want to be with you”

“I am gonna escape”

“With what?”

“Face it! You are stuck here”

“The hell I am”

I couldn’t ignore him for some reason as I am managing to lock myself in the bedroom

He breaks through the window yet again I am ready waiting in the shadows I hit him over the head.

In one heavy move he is knocked out deeply lost to his unconscious and tied to the chair

“Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh”

“My head! You did this to me. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah! Bastard “

“So Hot!”

“Look at the candle on the table”

“Watch as it flickers”

“Surrender in to the deep sea of fire forget it all, I am all that matters that you serve only me.”

The end

The Boyfriend Project 2

“Richard’s friend”

“Oh Hi!”

“Come in please”

“I wanted to speak with you “

“What happen to him?”

“He is fine, go inside “

“What on earth?”

“STOP!”

“Sorry buddy”

“Stare in to my eyes”

“Nnnnnoooooo!”

“Fall in to me”

“You came to spy to me?”

“Save him?”

“Fuck you !”

“I broke him”

“Messed with his mind”

“Overtook him”

“Overwrite him”

“I control him”

“Dick join me please”

“Hand cuff him”

“Drop the love bomb”

“Yes Master! Boom”

“Hahahahahahaha”

“Are you ok Tyler?”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssss Master”

“I am your Master”

“You are my boyfriend “

“I am the love of your life”

“Will you serve me?”

“Yes please own me”

“Serve me for life”

“Yes, I am your man”

“I am your God!”

“Love me”

The end

[freeuseblog]

It was about 10:00 pm and it was lights out in the local prison with certain cop is making his last rounds in the cells. Walking around the halls, looking for stubborn inmates to yell at just before going to his main destination. He walked through most of the main halls before heading to the staircase leading to the basement where the most ‘important’ (i.e. dangerous) inmates are held. This part of the prison is the most secured wherein every inch is watched by a group of security cameras that always has an officer keeping guard, yes even the bathrooms of each cells. Even the slightest suspicious move seen through the cameras could lead to an unwarranted room search. To add to the solitude of each prisoner, each cell only has one prisoner and the cells here doesn’t have any opening except for a door which is heavily locked. The walls are made to be so thick that no sound can pass through each cell and hinders any chance of escaping, which is supported with the fact that the whole section is underground.

When the cop reached this particular section, he slowed his pace down while observing the names written on each door that indicates each prisoner occupying the cells. Mass murderers, rapists, and high-end smugglers are just some of the prisoners held in the basement cells. Before he even noticed it, the cop has reached the last and most secluded door in the basement. He carefully brought out his keys and opened the door to the inmate he needed to force information out of. Once inside the cell, he closed the door, fully confident knowing that the security cameras would catch any funny business that could happen in the cell.

“Officer Collins, what brings you here this wonderful night?” said the inmate sitting on his bed, the only thing occupying his bare cell except for the partially secluded area for the bathroom. The inmate was wearing his orange prison ‘uniform’ which clung perfectly to his still muscled body at the age of 45. With a still rich brown hair and attractive face distinguished by the brown mustache he had, the inmate could easily swoon anyone who he would come across.

“Cut the pleasantries Thomas, you know exactly why I’m here” answered the officer, standing up straight by the door.

“Whatever do you mean dear officer? I’m not a mind reader, am I?” Thomas said in a teasing manner that easily irked the officer.

Never skipping a beat, the officer said “Very funny Thomas, now if you’ll be so kind to tell me who your accomplices are so I could be on my way, that would be nice?”

Faking a shocked expression, Thomas said “Accomplices? What accomplices? I’m already here aren’t I? Who else could you be looking for?”

This ticked off the officer completely as he suddenly yelled at the inmate. “Stop fooling around Thomas! The force already knows that you spearheaded this mass drug smuggling in the city with a couple of other people! If you could just fucking provide the names of those fuckers then I could finally quit these late night talks we’ve been having!”

Thomas just kept his calm demeanor. He just smiled and said “What? You’re just milking me for info? And I thought you genuinely liked me”

Officer Collins just huffed and said “Fuck this! I’ll have you know that I’ve been personally holding the other officers back from beating you to an inch of your life just to know those names! Think about your choices mister, I’m out of here!”

Just as the cop turned to the door, Thomas smirked and said “Is that right, ‘Copper Slave’?”

The officer froze just as he was about to reach for his keys. Thomas stood up and said “Face me copper slave”. Officer Collins turned around and stood in attention; feet together, arms at his sides, an emotionless expression, and a dazed look in his eyes. The inmate eyed the cop closely. Standing in his blue cop uniform that hugs his muscled body, the officer looked fairly attractive. Wearing his uniform top that emphasizes his biceps and pecs, pants that hugs his muscled butt tightly, and hazel eyes to compliment the mop of blond hair on his head, Thomas can’t help but think that the officer was one of his best ‘finds’.

“Not so tough now are you?”. Thomas laughed and said “What are you again?”

With a monotonous voice, Officer Collins said “A willing slave to its master. Waiting for orders.”

Thomas got close to the officer’s face and petted his hair. “That’s right my copper slave”. Being this close clearly shows the height difference between the two; Officer Collins is definitely a tall man but Thomas was taller by a few inches.

The inmate sat down on his bed and looked at the dazed officer. “Present the asset, copper slave” he ordered.

“Presenting asset” said the officer in the same monotonous voice. Officer Collins then slowly stripped his clothes, starting for his top, to his belt and pants, until he’s only wearing the blue jockstrap he has underneath and his shoes and socks. He then turned around and went on all fours, laying his muscled chest to the floor and presenting his muscled ass to his master.

Thomas chuckled before spanking the ass encased in the jockstrap that was presented to him, hitting so hard that it left a red mark on the cop’s porcelain skin. “I see you really did take those jockstrap orders to heart, huh?”.

Landing another spank, the inmate then said “And you have the audacity to brag that you’re stopping them from beating me up, when that’s literally the first order I gave to you”

Officer Collins just stayed quiet as Thomas started caressing his ass. The inmate then spreaded the officer’s ass cheeks to reveal his hairless pink hole in between. Lodged inside the hole is a plastic dildo which is slowly taken out by the inmate. Looking at the dildo, Thomas twisted the bottom and it came of like a bottle cap as a piece of rolled up paper fell out of the toy. Thomas picked up the paper, unrolled it, and read its contents then smirked.

“Looks like everything is going as planned Copper Slave” he said while massaging the cop��s ass cheeks. The letter placed inside the toy confirmed that the drug trade is still running smoothly according to one of his partners outside the prison.

“You kept bothering me for names when the answer was just under your nose this whole time. In this case, it’s been under your ass this whole time”. Thomas laughed as he began to finger the cop who remained silent this whole time.

“You’ve been doing nicely as a messenger Copper Slave, you deserve a reward.” Thomas continued to add fingers to the officers’ hole until he had three fingers deep inside the muscle. Considering Officer Collin’s was already stretched and wet from having the dildo inside him, Thomas didn’t have to take long to finger him.

Thomas took his now hard 8’’ cock and knelt behind the cop. He quickly inserted his erection into the willing cop who didn’t react to the sudden intrusion. Thomas started to slowly fuck Officer Collins. The inmate then grabbed the officer by the shoulder and pulled his upper body against his. He then caressed the officers muscled body as he fucked him sensually.

The inmate them pinched the officer’s left nipple and whispered “Status Report” to the officer’s ear.

Officer Collins then started to talk monotonously as if he isn’t being fucked by a drug lord’s dick. “Warden Grayfield will hold a surprise mass inspection on the whole prison this coming Friday. Even the basement cells will be inspected. Officer Lee and Officer Samson have been successfully exposed to the drug and will now follow your orders as well. Both officers run the security cameras and are now ordered to ignore any unusual events in your cell. Inmate Lopez has also been successfully exposed to the drug and will help with the operations once released. Copper Slave still trying to put Officer Shields off track from finding the other dealers but he is still slowly gaining progress. Just last week he uncovered an abandoned warehouse for operations and currently has a lead on a couple of others. Report Done.”

After he just spilled some of the prison’s secrets and his own doings, Officer Collins became quiet, still oblivious to the attack on his hole.

Still fucking him from behind, Thomas caressed the officer’s chest and abs while gradually moving towards his straining dick inside the jockstrap.

“Good job Copper Slave. Now update me on my other orders for you”, he said as he pinched the officer’s left nipple once more.

“Copper Slave has broke up with his fiancé and is now actively attracted to men. Copper Slave has been fucked by 5 different officers and 8 different inmates in the past week. Copper slave has also stopped masturbating and hasn’t cum since last week’s status report”

“Good job Copper Slave” Thomas’ thrust started to get sporadic as he felt himself getting close. He pulled out of the officer and sat on his bed. “Kneel in front of me Copper Slave”

Officer Collins turned around from his current position and is now kneeling at the now masturbating drug lord. “Take out your cock and start masturbating” Thomas ordered.

The cop then took out his hard 7’’ cock and started stroking it while still looking at a distance.

“It’s time to accept new orders Copper Slave, and as a reward for following your orders last week, you may cum once you have received your new orders. Understood?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good, initiate reprogramming”

“Initiating” Officer Collins said before engulfing Thomas’ cock in his mouth, giving him a slow blow job while looking directly at his master and stroking his own erection.

“First off, you must secure the support of the warden. By that I mean he needs to be exposed to the drug just like you and the other cops you’ve enslaved” Thomas started breathing heavily as he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax.

“Next, you must stop Officer Shields from further probing in the trade. Use the warden and the other officers if you must but he must not be exposed to the drug, at least not yet”.

He the breathed deeply before saying “That’s all”

With that, Officer Collins sped up his motion in his mouth and in his cock. It kept up until Thomas was releasing his hot load into the mouth, as the officer came simultaneously. As he was swallowing the inmate’s load, Officer Collins’ eyes rolled up to the back of his head. When he finished swallowing the load, his eyes went back to the dazed look it had earlier and released the cock from his mouth.

“Orders accepted” said the officer

“Good”

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