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Creeping around the dark, dingy hallways of the Police Station, hauling around a sloshing gas canister that was starting to grow heavy. You searched for every brick or beer bottle you could find. You could only avoid your pursuer for so long and knew you’d have to face the sadistic bastard that stalked that dingy hell-hole alongside you and needed at least something to fight back with.
Coyle frightened you; nasty, cruel, bigoted, itching to take his anger out on anything that moved with that cattle prod of his. There was one benefit to facing him over the others, though. He was very loud and almost completely lacked grace, making him easy to track. You’d hear him stomping and screaming long before he had a chance to spot you.
But there was something else about him that drew you to his trials. Maybe it was just some strange form of Stockholm Syndrome, but you’d begun to fantasise about him on his knees, facing the brunt of your anger for a change. It had started as simple revenge fantasies after a particularly nasty burn he had given you once, but you had to admit to yourself that the tone of them had started to change to something else over time. Maybe you could be just as sadistic as he was, too.
As you fumbled with the battery of a door trap, you heard boots squeak against linoleum and crackling electricity approaching closer. Your heart began to race with both fear and excitement as you finally managed to detach the thing, but it was a bit too late.
“FUCKER! STOP!”
Before you could properly fling a brick in his direction, a strong hand grabbed the back of your neck and cigarette stink filled your nose. Coyle tossed you to the floor with an ease that had you a bit embarrassed. You had been preparing for something like this to happen sooner or later, and managed to grab his lapels as he leaned down, flipping him over onto his back before his cattle prod could hit you. He lay there under you as you straddled his torso, not quite lying flat as he was awkwardly draped over the battery on his back, the prod clattering on the floor just out of his reach.
“Haha! I got you! I actually got you!” You laughed, your tone more surprised that you managed to pull it off rather than mocking him. Hands firm around your wrist as you grasped his neck, Coyle let out a breathy chuckle as he huffed smoke in your face. “Think ya bested me, lil’ shit…” His southern drawl trailed off. Your stomach dropped as he grinned with his yellow, stained teeth. While you were strong, he very easily could have overpowered you, so why didn’t he? Was he planning something?
His writhing under you started to feel less like he was fighting against your hold, and more like he was rubbing himself against you. He tried to raise his crotch upwards to meet yours. Holy shit, you thought to yourself, he likes this. All those fantasies of dominating him came back to you, and now was your chance to make them a reality.
“That’s all it took?” You said, voice cracking with nervousness. “I put you on your back once, and you just accept defeat like that?”
“I s’pose so. What’s your next move?” He laughed a bit again, clearly a bit flustered as he managed to meet his crotch against yours. He was already rock-hard, and you grew hard too as his rubbing continued. He huffed more smoke in your face as you began to grind back. “Ha! Fuckin’ pervert, what’re ya gonna do to me?”
You released your grip on his neck and stood up above him, planting your leather boot square on his groin. His grin grew wider as you began to apply light pressure. You still weren't sure if he was being genuine acting like he was, or trying to get you to let your guard down. He sat up and spat out the burned-down filter of his cigarette before looking back up at you. You could feel his eyes piercing your soul from behind his dark sunglasses. “That’s it?” He angled his hips to aim his cock right at the heel of your boot. “Ya think that’s all I can take?”
Heart pounding, you shifted all your body weight to your foot, digging it hard into the bulge in his bloodstained pants. He let out a strained moan as he grinded himself into your heel. He looked back up at you expectantly, sweat dripping down his forehead. As you lifted your foot, he gave you a slight nod, and you stomped your boot down as hard as you could muster back down onto him.
“Gh- FUCK!” He shouted, followed by a pained groan. You could hear the leather of his jacket rubbing against itself as he writhed under you. You angled the edge of your heel into his balls, digging it in even harder. He panted as you finally let off the pressure, still keeping your foot in its place.
“They’re nice boots, s’shame they’re so scuffed up.” Coyle chuckled as he caught his breath, eyeing up the shoe that had just stomped all over his manhood.
“Kinda your fault they’re so dirty.” You teased back, finally lifting your foot off of him. “If you think they’re so nice, you should clean them up for me.”
He lifted himself off the floor, laughing to himself in an embarrassed, the fuck am I doing? way, now on all fours in front of you like a dog. He reached his head down and began to lick at the toe that was covered in the blood and rot that was splattered across the floors of this place. That was a sight you’d never forget; Sergeant Coyle himself on his hands and knees in front of you, spit-shining your boots, willing to degrade himself and scuff his own that he was so proud of.
A streak of shiny black leather on the toe was visible from where he had licked away grime. “You’re disgusting, Coyle.” You said as he lifted your foot with his hands to get a better angle at your shin. Not inaccurate; The man was covered in layers of blood and dirt, reeking of cigarettes, sweat, and burnt flesh, and that mangled burn on his face…
Finally having cleaned up the entirety of them, he shifted onto his knees and looked back up at you, staring a bit too long at the erection straining painfully against the fly of your pants. “You want a reward for that or something?” You reached down and placed a hand on the back of his head, him having lost his hat a while ago. He leaned his head against your inner thigh and nodded a bit. “You’re going to have to ask for it.”
“Just, lemme-” Smack. He moaned as you slapped him clean across the still intact side of his face. You hadn’t even thought about it, doing it on instinct at his defiance. You had never acted like this before in your life, and behaving like this to him of all people?
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he nervously swallowed down his pride. “Alright-” He huffed as he nestled his nose against your bulge. “Lemme suck your cock, pretty please…” He teased with the last bit, trying to keep a bit of dignity as his face twisted with shame.
Satisfied enough, you grinned down at him in response as you unzipped your fly, pulling your cock out and tapping it on his lower lip. His signature pout… God, if he didn’t have the lips for this. He grabbed the base a bit too harshly and placed his mouth around the tip, the long hairs of his overgrown moustache tickling you as he took more and more into his throat.
His cock-sucking was about as graceful and quiet as everything else about him. He gagged loudly and moaned at the stretching of his jaw as his head bobbed back and forth, drool dripping down his chin and stinking of cigarettes. He worked at a frantic pace like he was starving for it.
You couldn’t help yourself and grabbed the sides of his face, digging your fingers painfully into the burned side, stopping his head at the base. You were a bit disappointed he was bald; you would have liked to grab onto and pull his hair.
“Look at yourself. Proud cop, my ass.” He choked around your cock as you spat at him, the edges of his shades pressing into your skin. “Letting some criminal degrade you like this, and you love it. What would your colleagues think of you?” You knew he wasn’t a real cop anymore, but playing into his delusions would make it hit even harder for him. You heard his belt buckle jingle as he undid it, pulling his own scarred and burned cock out and stroking himself to your words, a bruise having formed on the side of it from your boot.
You began to move your hips and thrust into his throat, obscene wet sounds of gagging, choking, and muffled moans from him following. A particularly harsh-sounding retch had you try to pull out. Was it too much for him? As you attempted to pull his head off of you, he stopped you as he dug his fingers hard into your hips. He was making you fuck his face, tears running down his cheeks and leaving clean lines through the filth on his skin. The thought of it had you roll your head back and start moaning yourself, you were so close.
Shuddering as you released into his throat, you could feel him hungrily swallow every last bit, finally allowing you to pull his head off of you when he was sure you were done. Hands still holding his head, you turned his head up to face you, sunglasses askew but still covering his eyes, his beard soaked with drool and sweat. He panted, both disgust and self-satisfaction on his face as he left his mouth slightly agape to show you that he truly had swallowed it all, a string of spit still connecting his mouth to your tip.
You stared at him in disbelief for a few moments. Noticing his hard cock was still in his hand, you shifted your gaze to his cattle prod that was off at his side, connected to him by tangled wires. “Hand it to me.” You said, lifting your hand off of his head and gesturing to it. “Ha! Hell no, that ain’t yours to play with.” He scoffed, reaching to grab it and holding it securely in his gloved hand away from you.
“You haven’t finished yet.” You replied. He flinched as you nudged his erection with your foot, his precum dripping onto it and re-dirtying his hard work. With a defeated sigh, he rose to his feet and hesitantly handed you the prod, twisting his head away from you as he let go of it. “Do your worst.”
Coyle stood level with you now, his thumbs resting on his belt loops, proudly displaying his dick in anticipation. You flipped the switch and it sparked to life, blue electricity crackling and reflecting off his sunglasses. He gave you an expectant smirk as you held it inches away from him, sparks making you both flinch as they hit your bare skin. Three, two, one, you counted down before you shoved the thing hard against his groin, him letting out a throaty scream as his knees buckled in response, dropping back down to the floor as you pulled away.
His scream combined with the way it made him collapse had you growing hard again. He coughed as he weakly held himself up off the floor with his arms, weighed down by the battery strapped to his back that was generating that power. He groaned in a way that sounded like both pleasure and pain as he began to slowly stroke himself. “Shit, I understand why you like to chase people around with this thing so much now, officer.” You couldn’t help yourself from giggling as you pressed the prod hard into his abdomen. He cried out, his jerking becoming more frantic until you let off with the weapon, him releasing pathetically onto the dirty floor.
Shame twisted on his face, and his chest heaved. “Now you’re hard again, you fuckin’ sicko…” He mumbled, adjusting his shades. You laughed and gently set the prod down on the ground, not wanting to break his favourite toy. He unzipped his jacket and began to undo his tie. “Wouldn’t want to leave ya high and dry. It’d be an injustice if I say so myself.”
“I think your mouth has had enough abuse for one day.”
“Say I’d agree. I got an ass, though.”
No fucking way. Even after everything he’d already let you do to him, you were still shocked he’d go low enough to let you fuck him. Trying to suppress how much it had caught you off guard, you replied to his suggestion with a scoff. “Wow, you really do get off on being treated like a filthy fucking whore, don’t you? You love my cock that much?” He didn’t respond, just resting on his knees and trying to cover his (once again) rising erection with his hand.
You hesitantly walked behind him, your boots scraping the floor as he pulled his belt off and tossed it haphazardly to the side. You placed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him forward onto all fours. You expected him to resist as you began to pull his pants down, but he stayed obediently in place. You revealed his hairy backside and thighs that were covered in burns, bruises, and small sores that were clearly from him using himself as an ashtray. You also noticed a pair of handcuffs in his back pocket; he truly did have every advantage over you, yet still let you do all this to him.
“Hurry up, ‘fore I change my mind.”
You spat onto your fingers, pushing them against his entrance and inside. “Hah- fuck…” He moaned as you roughly shoved them in and out. You felt dirty, doing something like this to someone like Coyle. Pulling your fingers out harshly forced his hips back, and you lined yourself up with the hole.
He grunted as you slid inside, him taking you inch by inch until your hips were flush against him. You took a second to gather your bearings, a twinge of disgust in the pit of your stomach as you looked at the man below you. Coyle was one of the most evil people you’d ever met, and here you were, fucking him like you were stray dogs. The thoughts went away as he groaned out. “C’mon, fuckin’ move.”
You began to rock your hips, thrusting deeper and harder into him. “You’re pathetic- huff- some fucking cop you are-” You awkwardly leaned forward, your ESOP keeping your chest away from the sparking, smoking battery. You threw your arms around his neck to give yourself leverage, trying to slam yourself as hard against his prostate as you possibly could.
Being this close to him, you really could smell the acrid burned flesh and hair of his face. Your eyes watered and you held your breath, finally gasping for air as you felt him tighten around you as he came, shouting and convulsing as he finished on the linoleum. His reaction caused you to spill inside him, tightening your grip on the leather of his jacket.
“Filthy fuckin’ spunk…” He mumbled as you pulled out and wiped yourself off on the side of his ass. He flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with his pants still at his knees. You pulled your pants back up, and finally remembered what you were even doing here in the first place, making your way back to where you had left the gas can.
Picking up a beer bottle off the floor, you aimed it at him as he started to pick himself up off the floor and out of his puddle of cum and sweat. He shouted as it shattered against his ribs, letting out a defeated laugh as you disappeared back into the darkness. “What, no goodbye kiss?” He shouted out in a sarcastic tone, trying to play off his humiliation. You hauled ass away from him and towards the generator. Shit, you could still get an A+.