Long Form Roleplayers

Before reading this, first read
Police Incident
Police Rescue
Protection Duty
Unit Cohesion

This story takes place during the THE MINNEAPOLIS AFFAIR

13:19 OfficerJasonFrank: It was only two weeks until I took my vacation to London. I couldn't fucking wait. I missed Aaron something fierce. After he and I had met and fucked and bonded, being separated was brutal.

I've never felt this way about another man before. We were texting practically every day in the month since we'd had our trial by fire together.

But I could wait two weeks. Anyways, time to stop daydreaming on the job. I'm not some fucking lovesick teenage boy, I'm an NYPD Cop. I might only be a few blocks from the Station, but New York was a dangerous place.

I needed to get my head in the game. I was proud to wear my uniform, took my job seriously, my black police boots, black uniform trousers, black button up shirt, freshly cleaned every day. I was proud of my badge, and when I tipped my hat to the residents, they knew that I was there to keep them safe. I'd earned the respect of the residents on my beat, and knew many of them by name. But in this city, in this job, it takes more than respect and good community relations to do his duty. There was a time and a place when shit got real, and I'm ready for it. My tactical belt was equipped with a Glock Gen 4, a nightstick, taser, cuffs, radio. I was well-trained in the use of my gear. But sometimes, in the heat of a confrontation, shit happened, and the best cops were the ones who'd trained their body to be a weapon that can't be dropped, or jammed. Trained my body hard, built it strong, drilled in BJJ and boxing, kept myself in top shape. No donuts here. I owe it to my community to stay strong and fight hard.

Focused now, I scanned my surroundings. My beat partner had left our beat a little early, and headed off to the dry cleaners. Some drunk had puked on his uniform earlier today. Just another day on the beat. Strictly speaking, we should have stayed together for the entire patrol, but well, we all bent the rules a bit. So, I was on my own as I walked by an alley I've passed countless times on my way back from my beat.

Except, this time, I heard scuffling coming from the alley, what the fuck was that? Sounds like someone fighting back there. I whip out my flashlight, and head down the alley, calling out, "POLICE!"

13:28 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I had spent the past few weeks watching the cop, watching what his beat had been, waiting for an opportunity, I'd watched his partner and how one day he'd been unhappy that someone had split coffee on him, and figured that was how to get him away from Officer Frank, a few dollars paying someone to throw up on the other officer had worked.

And now, knowing the route that the officer took on the beat, I'd paid two kids to be loud and fighting in the alleyway when he passed. They'd gotten an escape through the shop at the back, they didn't like the cops much either, but this one was personal.

"FUCK OFF, NONE OF his BUSINESS," said one of the kids who kicked the side of a dumpster and then headed off into the building while Matt waited , perched half way down the alleyway in the dark, behind another dumpster, his uniform camoflagued against the darkness.

13:38 OfficerJasonFrank: As I get closer, my flashlight beam stabs out, and silhouettes two kids. Well fuck me. Damn stupid kids.

When one of the kids tells me to fuck off, my eyes narrow and turn hard as steel. I sprint forward as he starts to run into a building. I don't put up with disrespect from a fucking teenager. He runs past a series of dumpsters, and I pour on some extra speed, my hard, fit cop muscle responding to the challenge. I judge I'll catch him. I shout, "STOP, NOW!"

13:41 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I hear the boot steps getting closer as the kids head off in the opposite direction and I judge the timings and put my boots against the walls and shove off hard as the cop runs past and I slam right into his side pushing him roughly against the far brick work, following it up with two quick jabs, one to his side and one to his face.

I smile broadly as I follow up those two punches with a third, harder one right to his nose.

13:53 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, as I'm running full bore down the alley, a fucking freight truck slams into my side, and before I know what is what, I'm smashed hard into the brick wall, my flash light flying, tumbling down the alley. Luckily, my heavy stab/bullet vest spreads out a lot of the impact, but it still knocks some of the wind out of me, has me gasping.

My instincts kick in, but that tackle stuns me enough that despite my best efforts I don't recover before I take a jab to my side, then to my face. The jab to my side doesn't do much damage, my body armour sees to that, but the one to my face smacks my head around, and has me seeing stars.

I still don't even know who the fuck is attacking me. Then, a savage, hard blow smashes into my nose, causing my head to snap back, and blood to stream out of my nose and my face. I'm definitely wobbly on my legs after that, seeing stars in my brain, but my survival instincts kick in.

Dripping blood, I smash my knee up towards my assailant, I need to make space, and drive a sloppy, uncoordinated left towards his face.... Finally, my eyes get a bead on his face. Shock ripples down my spine. It's one of the assassins.. The one I fought back in the hotel with Aaron, the one I left choked out cold. "YOU?!!" I snarl

14:00 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "Hi Fed," I say briskly as I take the punch to my face with very little concern, my gloved hand slams into his face once more, this time one of the knuckles on my fingers was slightly more out than the others and that slammed right into his eye before grabbing him by the vest and slamming him to the other side of the alleyway, keeping him off balance, constantly moving him.

The knee gets me and slams me back into the dumpster, but my own body armour absorbs a lot of it. I jump forward quickly again and this time I aim a slower jab to his face, which is incredibly easy to block, but it's a feint as I grab his radio off his shoulder and yank it out of it's housing, throwing it down the alleyway.

"Just you and me this time."

14:14 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, that voice, in a southern accent, mocks me. He takes my punch without flinching, well, it wasn't very well coordinated. I need space, long enough to get to my radio and call dispatch. But suddenly, another fist slams in towards my face, and this one gets past my sloppily raised guard, to smash into my left eye, one of his knuckles was protruding and drove in direct against the eyeball, doing some brutal damage, sending agony knifing through my skull. I let out a low moaned groan of agony as my eye goes dark.

Still trying to process the pain in my eye, I'm suddenly tossed hard across the alley, FUCK this guy is strong, I'm weighing upwards of 300 + pounds with my own body weight and my gear. I stagger, fighting to get my balance. I have to dig deep now. He throws in another fist, but I force my guard up, I block it easily. Finally, I've got my breath back again, and the pain is under control. He's dead meat now.

But while I'm blocking his fist, his other hand rips the radio off my uniform. I growl out, "You are gonna wish that it wasn't you and me, by the time I'm done with you, fucker. You are gonna learn all about police brutality, first hand."

I kick out with my heavy police boot, aiming it for his kneecap as my right hand darts down for my glock, starting to bring it up. I fully intended to unload my Glock right in his fucking face. I was under no illusion. This was a goddamned life or death situation, and I felt fully justified using lethal force to control it.

14:24 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: The kick knocks my knee out and I stagger back, but luckily there isn't much room in this alleyway to actually move, so getting away from each other is going to be harder, so it's always going to be an easier fight for the person who is in control.

I bring my other foot around the one that kicked me as it's coming back and lock it and slam my weight down onto him slamming him back onto the dumpster. We are weighing very similar weights as I'm in my full tactical gear, only my name tag isn't on right now, just in case I'm identified.

But I've been practicing my hand to hand since we met last and I jam my hand down on top of his gun hand locking the wrist so the gun can't be turned towards me and pressing my thumb hard into the flesh under the wrist and then quickly wrenching it backwards, hard.

"You think police brutality bad, I'm a fucking American soldier, we eat you for fucking breakfast donut boy."

14:35 OfficerJasonFrank: FUCKING HELL. I've nearly got a bead on the bastard, but despite my kick to his knee, he comes back fast, and locks up my knee before I can get my foot back on the ground, slamming me forward, throwing off my aim. I fire, but the bullet misses him. I slam hard into the dumpster, and grunt softly. But that doesn't stop me, and I raise my Glock to get a second shot in.

But then, his hand slams my gun hand down, and stabs expertly into my wrist, right into the tendons with his fingers knifing in deep. He smashes my hand back into the dumpster, sending more pain ripping through it, despite my best effort, my hand spasms, and I'm in shock as I'm forced to drop my Glock to the alley floor.

This fucker is FUCKING good. I don't remember him being nearly as skilled the last time we fought. WHAT THE FUCK?? As he snarls in my face, I snarl back, "You are a fucking traitor to his country, that's what you are. And I'm gonna be doing America a service when I bust his fucking ass."

I drive my left fist forward, throwing a punch aimed right at his throat, as I sweep my right boot behind his left ankle, and push off the dumpster with my other boot to gather some power. Gonna knock this fucking traitor right on his back and bust his face in.

14:44 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: The blow to my throat staggers me backwards and I go for my own gun on my belt, I had wanted to prolong the pain, but I wanted to make sure a second defeat wasn't on the cards after what happened the last time I lost.

"FUCKER!" I snarl, my throat burning as I look at him. "I'm not a fucking traitor, you think the army does everything on the books... naive slab of fucking bacon."

But as I pull my gun, I lose my footing as he kicks my ankle out from under me, I fire two bullets both ow which had been aimed at his head, but one goes completely wild, and the other one slams into his vest as I slam down onto the concrete and into a puddle of water which splashes up and I hit the pavement hard.

14:54 OfficerJasonFrank: I'll give this soldier credit, he knows his craft. He draws his sidearm almost as fast as I did. But his shots go wide as I trip him up.

One of them does. But just as I'm about to leap on top of him, the second shot slams into my body armour, center mass and knocks me back against the dumpster. I'm momentarily breathless from the impact. That was nearly point blank range, and that hurt like fuck. But I don't have time to catch my breath, or I'll be dead. I force myself off the dumpster, and aim a kick at the fucker's gun, needing it out of play.

Then, I let myself drop down, looking to spear the bastard right in his guts with my heavy knee, to fuck him up some and keep him pinned. I snarl back, "Don't bullshit me, you scumbag. Don't tell me the US Army paid you to take up a contract issued by the Syndicate to kill a British general. You lying traitorous piece of shit. You are a disgrace to the flag."

15:03 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: The gun gets kicked out of my hand heading down the alleyway, I swear loudly, but I don't have much time as a knee slams into my stomach, I grunt loudly the impact spread out a bit by the armour, but it's enough to knock the wind out of me and then the cop is on top of me.

I spit at his face as he slams down on top of me, as I grunt in pain. "You'd be surprised who is fucking getting paid in the army, I am still a fucking patriot." But he's on top of me now and as I had thought earlier, this place vastly benefited from the person currently winning,

I move my arms away from my body to stop them being pinned and seperate my legs so they couldn't be locked while trying to figure out a way out of this situation. I think for a few seconds and then I move one hand behind my neck as if to pull a gun from a back holster.

15:15 OfficerJasonFrank: My knee sinks into his guts, and he tries to spread out his weight, to keep me from pinning him. Clever, but I have another trick up my sleave. I reach down to my belt, and grab my steel baton. But then, I catch sight of him suddenly reaching behind his neck.

Instincts kick into high gear, If he's got another gun, I have to keep him from drawing that. I swing my steel baton down, aiming for the big soldier's elbow as he reaches behind his neck, even as I start to shift forward, looking to establish a full mount so I can fucking pound this soldier into dog meat.

15:19 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I grunt in pain as the baton slams into my elbow and sends a wave of pain up and down the arm, but there isn't a gun there and I show him my empty hand as it was all a distraction for my other hand which had slid down into my belt and pulled out a large combat knife.

The knife slams into his leg, the torso is too armoured, I could try and slide the knife under it, but there isn't time for finesse... I slam the knife into the leg in quick succession, 1,2,3,4 times in as many seconds while you're trying to go for the gun that isn't there.

I go in a fifth time and feel the blood dripping from his leg onto me and I smile.

15:29 OfficerJasonFrank: I focus hard on the perceived threat, only to find that this clever bastard pulled a fast one on me. Before I could react, a series of savage, brutal, burning spears of agony started erupting in my thick right thigh. I stared down in momentary shock to see a blade plunging in and out of my powerful, muscled thigh. I screamed involuntarily. The wounds were deep, savage, and debilitating.

My leg started to spasm, and it buckled under me, spurting blood. I collapse on my right side, five savage wounds gaping in my thigh. I've never taken a wound this serious before in my entire career. I'm partially numb with shock, but my fight training is instinctual. And I kick out hard with my left leg, kicking this bastard in the side of his body armour, both to push him away, out of range, and to push me away. I twist over onto my butt, sitting up against the dumpster. My breathing is shallow, and the punctured, slashed and torn uniform trouser leg covering my right thigh is soaked red with blood. This is bad.

My brain was on fire with pain, my leg a screaming agony. I wish that Aaron were here. Encouraged by the thought of Aaron, inspired by what a bad-ass he was, I cut through the pain clouding my brain with supreme focus. Grimly, I reach down for my taser. I've got to stop this bastard. I've never, not once in my entire career been taken down while on duty, and I'm not about to start now.

16:17 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I laugh at him as he falls off me, and go in to stab him again, but I'm kicked away, slamming back into the dumpster and the knife goes flying out of sight somewhere. "FUCK!". I am up on my feet quicker though, I've not been stabbed and I look at the Cop, my breathing a lot better than it could have been, compared to him I'm in good shape, certainly a lot more different from the last time we fought.

But my reaction thankfully is quicker as I've not had anywhere near the level of wounds that he has and I jump at him and come down with both boots on the side of his belt slamming into the taser and smashing it under foot, there is a horrible smell of burning from it as I look down at him.

Thinking I've won, arrogance is pretty much the only thing Ivan hasn't managed to get out of me yet. I kneel down on top of him as he’s sitting there breathing heavily, and I smile.

"Donut eating faggot," I say. "Scared without his colleagues, scared without his back up. Scared without his British faggot boyfriend."

I slam my fist right into his face. "You got me fucking into trouble, and I'm going to do to you what they did to me." My cock was hard as we were talking and I snarled at you, my deep southern accent looking at you. I lean down and rip the NYPD badge with the american flag off his chest. "You don't fucking deserve to wear this."

16:32 OfficerJasonFrank: I go to raise my Taser, every motion, every movement requiring supreme focus, but I'm too slow. Despite all my efforts, he gets up first, and literally jumps on my tactical belt before I can draw my taser. There is a loud CRUNCHHHHHh and a smell of burning as the battery is ruptured, compounding my injury, the malfunctioning taser burning into my side. I scream.

Then, he kneels on top of me, mouthing off to me, gloating over me.
his fist smashes brutally into my face, knocking my head back against the dumpster, and sending out a spray of blood. I'm hurt.... hurt bad, my vision blurry from that fist.

Then, he reaches down, and rips my badge off, and a wave of pure white hot fury burns inside me. Not on my watch!!!!! Finding the strength from somewhere, I reach down to the other side of my tactical belt, and grab out my pepper spray, and unload it right in his fucking face.

16:36 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "FUCKER, ARRRRRGGHHHHH!" I scream in pain and slam my fist right at his face, but missing and my gloved fist slams into the dumpster, and I roll off him to the side in a large amount of pain, the nerves in my eyes and face on fire as i grab water and probably piss from the puddle and put it in my eyes and face to try and stop the burning. "FUCKING CUNT OF A PIG."

16:53 OfficerJasonFrank: I hit him, square between the eyes with a blast of my pepper spray.

He goes apeshit crazy, smashing his fist wildly into the side of the dumpster. He rolls off me, into the puddle of stinking water to try and clear out his eyes.

I groan, I had dropped my baton when I was stabbed, I'd lost my taser, my glock was sitting in a puddle of water, ruined no doubt. I reached down and grabbed my knife, from my boot. I try to stand, but I scream, my mangled right leg throbbed in sickening agony it wasn't going to bear my weight, no how. I had to crawl towards that mother fucking arrogant piece of traitorous shit, dragging my ruined leg. I was starting to bleed out, and my strength was fading. I was in bad shape, and had to act fast.

I stab my blade down, not having the luxury of choosing my targets, I drove my blade down into his ass, as the nearest part of him I could reach. I wasn't sure if his military-grade gear included armour on his nether region, but I'd soon find out. Grimly, determined not to go down in the line of duty.

17:05 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I scream in pain. There is some armour there. Mainly due to the fact that the region needs to be protected from explosions. But it’s not designed for knives and I lash out again with my boots slamming into the cop weakly since I can’t see where he’s exactly. But as a defence against him stabbing me again.

I hear him scream in pain from my multiple stab wounds and so I know where to aim the next kick and slam into his leg. Unluckily the one which hadn’t been stabbed.

But my vision is slightly clearing now and I see he’s on the floor and I bring me knee around into his face. My ass and face both hurting now. But as Ivan said. The pain is always worth it if you win.

I roll over and lock his arm with the knife between two powerful legs and start to grapple for it.

17:17 OfficerJasonFrank: I lift my blade as I hear the bastard scream. I push forward, trying to get in range of the back of his neck for a killing blow, then, just as I start to bring my blade down, his wildly kicking boot slams into my body, and my blade strikes his fully armoured back instead of his neck. FUCK.

His kick jostles my leg, and I scream out again. The pain is getting harder and harder to deal with. I breathe hard, and dig down for my deepest reserves of willpower. The pain is there, all around me, but with an effort of focus and sheer grit, I push past it. Suddenly, again, an image of that ginger-haired bad-ass Brit, Aaron, flashes in my brain, giving me a surge of some deep inner mojo. He inspired the hell out of me.

But again, another boot lashes out, kicking my good leg this time, and my strike is disrupted. Grimly, I pick my self up. There isn't an ounce of quit in me. I'm going to take this bastard down. Then, suddenly a knee smashes into my face, sending out another spray of blood from brutalized jaw. I'm flipped over to my back, blood leaking out of my mouth. I'm dazed, can't quite figure out what happened. But I kept my grip on my blade. This is life or death. And some deeper instinct drives my body, despite my growing injury and blood loss, I turn towards the piece of shit fake soldier, and then he's on me, his legs wrapped around my knife arm. FUCK!

He grabs for my trapped hand... I writhe, and struggle, haven't got much time. My other gropes for anything to help, and I seize a dirty beer bottle. I bash it on the ashpalt, and bring the jagged edges over and down, aiming for his legs entrapping my knife arm. He'll have my knife in his grasp any second now, I can't hold him off that way. Not even sure if the glass jagged edges can penetrate his military trousers, but I have to try. I will fight to the bitter end. Never quit. Never.

17:34 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "FUCKER!" I call out as the bottle slices into my leg. "FUCKING PIG"

But I don't release the arm, not this time, we both have a fucked leg now and I reach behind me and pull the cattle prod out that I'd injured you with last time, I know it hurts, I know it's capable of hurting you, heavily.

My leg has been cut up very badly, and I fall off to one side as I slam the cattle prod right into his sack. "TAKE THIS"

I think back to everything Ivan did to me, I know now it was to make me better, to make me a better soldier. But it had hurt, taken away a lot I had been proud of, but I was still a red blooded American.. I was still a proud Texan and I pressed the cattle prod harder in the sack. "I want you fucking alive, you better not die."

I press it harder again, my teeth gritted against the pain in my leg. "I promised you something last time and I'm going to do it... before I take you to my boss."

17:46 OfficerJasonFrank: My improvised weapon slams down onto his leg, slicing him the fuck up. I start to pull my arm free, with my blade in my hand. Then, before I can act, suddenly that prod is driven deep into my crotch.

Every single never turns to liquid fire. My muscles start to involuntarily spasm, and my right thigh begins to savagely shudder. I thought I could handle pain... I thought I knew pain... but today, I was learning differently.

I let out a wierd gurgling cry as my entire world became agony. And the agony didn't stop but went on and on and on. My balls turn into pure nut-wrenching, nasuea inducing agony. I start to savagely spasm like an epileptic patient, the suddenly the overwhelming nausea radiating from my balls like a supernova causes me to vomit up bile and blood, spraying up to coat my face.

At the same time, I lose all bladder control, and piss myself in utter humiliation. My brain can't function, can't form thoughts, all I can do is suffer.

18:38 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "Fucking pig..." I wince in pain as I pull the prod away for a second and grab the handcuffs from his belt and put his hands behind his back and handcuff them together.

"I remember what being handcuffed was like, pig, you won't like it either.... now you're going to stay here and squeal like a good piggy or I'll give you the fucking prod again."

I start undoing the belt on his trousers, moving you so you're leaning over the dumpster. "You know what is coming next."

18:53 OfficerJasonFrank: Suddenly, the savage current ceases. And I lay there, on the edge of conciousness... there is something I have to do... oh right... I have to fight... Right.. got to get up... must fight... Suddenly, there is a metallic click.

I don't even know how, but suddenly I'm on my chest and my hands are cuffed behind my back. I groan.... suddenly, a sick sense of horror seizes my guts as my mind starts working again, finding some way to cut through the ocean of pain searing my brain. Every muscle in my body is cramped and in agony, and my right thigh is pure fire, everything hurts.

I spit and growl in impotent rage... This fucker... this traitor... he's fucking cuffed me with my own mother fucking hand cuffs... The sheer humiliation of that burns like acid, rivaling the outrageous pain searing my body.

I'm heaved up, draped over the dumpster, as this bastard imitation soldier mouths off to me, insulting and humilating me. Then, my guts turn cold as I realize what he's got in mind, he's undoing my belt... he's going to... right here... in this fucking shithole of an alley... I've never been fucked before... I always do the fucking... I was gonna let Aaron be the first man to fuck me, but now this piece of shit, this fucking traitorous scumbag is going to... Fury explodes inside me. Hurts... so much pain... got to.. Think Jason... think... you can't fight his way out of this. Use his training. Keeping my voice as calm as I can, i speak up, in between grunts and moans of agony, "Big ... mistake... fucker.... you know ... this is going ... to add ... at least ... 10 years .. to his... prison sentence. .... You sure ... you want that... A big ... buff... muscle boy ... like you ... in prison... will become a cum dump... Trust me, I know how ... this goes... you can't ... avoid ... facing justice for ever.... it's only a matter of time... save hisself the grief, kid.... You don't wanna do this..."

19:20 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "Talk... Talk... Talk... " I grunt as I slide his trousers down and open the zip on my own combat trousers. I slide my eight inch rock solid American Soldier cock out and slap it next to his arse.

"This won't add that much, because if I ever did get caught, there are fucking worse charges than raping a fucking pig."

"And in prison, raping a fed like you would fucking make me a fucking boss... you're fucking talking just to stall this, no fucking way."

I don't even lube up, I want this to hurt, like Ivan hurt... like Ivan hurt when he took my masculinity away, I'd never been fucked before either, but losing to this guy had made that happen. This is pure revenge.

I slam home with my tool, sliding in hard. "Tight aren't you... Bet this hasn't fucking happened to you either."

03:58 OfficerJasonFrank: Jason, you are about to get fucked... Don't panic, don't fight it. Don't give him the fucking pleasure. That's what he wants, that's what sick, twisted fucks like him want. They feed off his fear and panic.

My head is spinning, and I begin to wonder if I'm gonna survive tonight, or if this psychotic redneck is gonna leave my body here in the alley. I pull my mind away, I can't afford to think like that. I'm gonna survive. I'll kill this bastard. I try to hold onto that thought, that's gonna get me through this. I'll kill him. Fucking kill him.

My head lolls down, over the rim of the dumpster, staring into a pile of rotten garbage, blood dripping from my mouth. Pain is knifing through my entire body, especially my right leg, and my nuts and stomach are roiling with nausea. Concentrating, thinking, is a supreme effort... I think... I think I'm starting to bleed out. He mangled my right leg good.

But what was really burning me up inside... really fucking with my head.... This two-bit soldier, this fucking Syndicate lackey.. had beaten me... beaten me in the line of duty, something that had never happened before, something I swore would never happen, something I took great pride in. The shame of that was a greater danger to holding myself together than all the battle damage to my tough cop muscle. And now, he was gonna rape me up the ass... And then, he did.

The penetration was savage, brutal, and total. This wasn't about giving me pleasure, it was about hurting me. And it worked. I screamed.. I tried not to, I had sworn I wouldn't scream, but I screamed as that soldier's monster cock ripped my ass in two, along with my pride. I was fucked... holy shit, I was well and truly, monumentally fucked.

10:26 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I start to fuck hard up against the dumpster. "You liking this," I grunt in pain myself, but I wanted this to hurt, hurt as much as possible. "Thanks to you, I had this happen to me."

"I had my fucking manhood taken away..." I say as I slam in again, harder now, my cock getting stiffer and stiffer. "And now I'll take hiss away."

"Oh this is so fucking good..." I say as I thrust in another time, continuing to speed my rhythm up. "My beast will fucking destroy you from the fucking inside at this rate..."

"You enjoying this, Fed," I grunt as I slam in again and work my hand down into the front of his underwear and start working on his cock. "Go on.. say you're enjoying it Fed, bet I'm better than his faggot boyfriends."

10:42 OfficerJasonFrank: This fucking bastard was driving his thick cock so brutally up my ass that my head was bouncing up and down off the grunge-covered side of the dumpster.

Each thrust was a new adventure in agony. I listened unwillingly to the fucker's pathetic explanation, blaming me somehow for having his manhood taken away. I felt sick... Then, as he continued to speed up, I felt his prediction come true. Something deep in my ass tore, and I groaned in sick agony.

The soldier's cock at least had some lube now, as my blood dripped out of my ass as he literally started to rip my tight ass up with his monster cock. I was at the ragged edge, my physical, mental, and emotional resources nearly exhausted. This rape was the most brutal experience of my life.

I fought hard to keep in control, and snarled out, "Enjoying this? What am ... I ... suppposed to .. enjoy.. exactly?? Is that... his ... fucking prick.... or a goddamn ... toothpick..." Wasn't gonna let him know how much he was fucking me up. Wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction. Then, suddenly, his cock started driving into my prostate. I'd never in my life felt anything quite like it before. It did things to me.... things over which I had no control.

Despite the debilitating agony ripping me apart, my manhood responded as a man's manhood does... When he grabbed my dick, and started working it, it was already a semi.

Confused, uncertain, full of rage, I lashed out, "I swear to you.... you... fucking... scum ... sucking ... low life... loser... I'm gonna kill you... gonna fucking kill you... if you... don't get his fucking hands ... off my cock ... I swear.."

10:53 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I could feel his cock starting to grow and I started to work that as well, what made it even better was knowing that his body was enjoying it even if you weren't.

I started to get it more and more solid. "Oh you're liking this pig... bet you'd like me every single night..."

"You're not going to kill me, I'm fucking the better fighter, haven't I fucking proven that.. without his pig friends you're fucking nothing..." I thrust in harder and harder enjoying this more and more. "Knew you were nothing like Texas Rangers, they'd have put up a fucking good fight."

I pick his head up off the dumpster and roughly kiss his neck, brutally, almost breaking the skin as I continue my rhythm in his ass. "You going to cum aren't you... you're fucking enjoying this, pig."

11:36 OfficerJasonFrank: I was a top, and a good top. My cock had given my fuck partners some of the best goddamn jizzings of their life. I was proud of my skill. And a part of that skill was self-control, holding myself back, always being in control of my manhood, never shooting until my partner had shot, only releasing my jizz when I was fucking ready. I was a man, I was THE man, I was in control of my situation, be it out here on the streets, or in the bedroom with my partners.

Tonight, all of that was being fucking torn down in brutal fashion. I'd been defeated, beaten by this fucking fake soldier ... taken down in the line of duty for the first time in my life, my badge ripped off my chest. Then, I'd been fucked up the ass, brutally raped for the first time in my life... and it was the most brutal experience of my life. And now, as this over-muscled, arrogant piece of traitorous shit literally tore my ass apart, his cock kept fucking smashing into my prostate, and my dick was hard... rock hard now... and leaking pre-cum. And I wasn't in control. I was fucking horrified. I wasn't turned on... wasn't enjoying this... and all my self-control was fucking useless. He kept banging me, and I kept getting harder, nothing I tried, screaming, cursing, thinking of fat, old woman, nothing kept my cock from getting harder and harder by the second. I was gonna blow. I was gonna fucking shoot my cum for the amusement of this sick, twisted, psychopath.

To top it all off, he kept up a non stop stream of humiliating insults, juvenile , lame insults, that burned in my brain. I was losing it... totally losing it.

It was like.... he had reached into my wallet, taken out my man card, and was fucking tearing into pieces in front of my eyes. it was a savage mind fuck, and it hurt just as bad as the damage he'd done to my hard, strong body.

I screamed and cursed, feeling weak and powerless, needing to hold on to my rage, needing it's fire to keep me going, "YOU FUCKING... WALKING DICK.. YOU PIECE OF PSYCHOTIC .. SHIT EATING SCUM SUCKING.. OH FUCK NOoooooooooo NOOOOOOOoooooo" Suddenly, mid curse my balls spasmed just as that mother fucking bastard told me that I was gonna cum, told me that I was enjoying it.

I shot my load all over the side of the dumpster, coating his hand. I shuddered then. He had done it. That fucking scum bag had raped a load out of me. I felt so fucking dirty. I felt ashamed. I slumped, hanging limply over the side of the dumpster, the steam running out of me. I was fucked. So fucking fucked.

11:59 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: The moment the cop shoots his load all over my hand I laugh and start thrusting harder, feeling myself well up and starting to leak myself, ready to cum.

I take the cop's jizz on my hand and bring it up and just smear it on his face as I laugh at him as I continue to fuck roughly now slamming him into the floor since he couldn't really remain kneeling as the energy had gone out of him.

"Fuck.... Fuck... yeah I'm going to fucking cum.. and you're going to fucking feel every ... single.. fucking second...."

The last few thrusts are getting out of control now, my lust increasing as I'm fucking this hot cop, someone who had it been a different circumstance would have certainly attracted me. I slam in harder and harder, not hardly out of breath from this, I could fuck for hours normally, but the longer I'm here, the longer that someone may notice, or hear him."

"Fuck... can't hold this back much longer," i say.. more to myself than to the cop. "FUCK..... FUCK...." I snarl as I unload into him, stream after stream of cum... leaking out of his hole as I roughly pull out.

Still leaking, I turn the cop over so he's face up and can see the huge cock that was just inside him, "See..." I say a bit breathless.. "That's why I call this my beast... fucking good wasn't it."

And then I lean down and take the badge and nameplate I’d ripped off the officer earlier and stick it in my pocket and pull my camera out and take some pictures, including as I start streaming a large stream of piss over the officer's uniform. Covered in his own jizz and my piss, his cock hanging out of his damaged uniform, handcuffed.

I smile as I look at the pictures on my phone and put them away.

"Now... I don't think his pig friends would like seeing these... or maybe they would... I mean... you'll be made fun of for the rest of his career. Maybe the news needs to see them, or every fucking petty criminal on this beat."

"I'll keep them for myself for a bit... just for a bit of fun..." I lean down and check his pockets and pull out his phone and check it's phone number in the settings before throwing it down into the alleyway.

"I have his number now pig... you'll get a call, and then you'll fucking do exactly what I want... or this goes everywhere."

"You're mine now, Fed, and you'll do what you're fucking told." I zip up my cock and stand there smiling.

12:23 OfficerJasonFrank: I lay there, draped over the edge of the dumpster, as this mother fucker smears my own cum all over my bloodied face. The whole time this scum bag keeps raping my ass. What little pleasure there might have been before is gone, and now it's pure agony. My ass is bleeding bad. My hard muscles are shaking and shuddering, and I can feel myself start to lose consciousness.

He goes on and on, mouthing off to me, as his monster dick rips me up, owning my ass. I'm starting to sink into despondency, overwhelmed by pain and shame. Finally, at long last, he does his business in me, releasing his cum. I feel a weird pressure in my ass then, feeling the cum leaking out of the back along with my blood as he pulls his dick out of me. I lay there, stupefied. Only half aware what's going on.

I'm roughly dragged off the rim of the dumpster, and thrown to the floor of the alley, nudged over so that I'm forced to look up at that over-muscled fake soldier. Fuck. His dick is huge. No wonder it hurt so much. And he is a goddamn handsome bastard. I might hate his fucking guts and sworn an oath to kill him, but I can't deny he's hot as shit.

He pockets my badge and my nameplate, then starts taking pictures of me with his fucking phone. I didn't think it could get worse, but it can. Cause he starts fucking pissing all over me. The urine seeps into my cuts and burns. I scream in agony, especially when his urine splashes over my knifed up right leg. I shudder at the stench as he ruins my uniform.

When is this fucking nightmare going to end? Then, he threatens to blackmail me with all the pictures he's just taken, my dick hanging out, drips of my jizz on the end of my cock, my proud uniform soaked in piss, cum smeared on my face, cuffed with my own cuffs, my right leg knifed like five times, bleeding badly, looking like a dog's dinner. The shame in my eyes was obvious, I couldn't hide it. I wanted to crawl into a corner right then.

I'm breathing heavily staring up at him as he steals my phone, grabs my number, and tosses it down into the grunge. He's going to fucking blackmail me. Fucking fuck. I feel numb. I feel like my career is over. He zips up his cock and stands there telling me that I'm gonna do what he tells me to, that he owns me.

I can't think. I'm in too much shock. Too much pain. And then, because my goddamn leg had been knifed and mangled, bleeding out, I slowly lost consciousness looking up into his smiling face. I remember thinking, "I'm so fucking sorry Aaron, I don't think I'm gonna get to London in two weeks..." then there was nothing but blackness, as I lay there cuffed, covered in piss, cum, and blood, my mangled right leg slowly bleeding out. Maybe this fucker will have mercy, and let me die here.

THREE DAYS LATER

16:43 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Aaron sat in the hospital room, wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans. He'd been unable to contact Jason, but he thought he must just be working. When he phoned the apartment as well and nothing, he thought nothing of it for the first day at least. The next day though he phoned the station and heard that Jason had been found attacked in an alleyway, although the details hadn't been given to him.

He'd been granted some leave from his job, and he'd gotten on the first flight over to New York from London and had been sitting by the bed for the past couple of days as Jason slipped in and out of consciousness. The police hadn't been able to tell him anyway, even professionally, he wasn't Aaron's boyfriend or husband or anything like that, to everyone he was just a concerned British copper.

He held Jason's hand in the hospital. "I don't know if you can hear me.. it's okay... I'm here for you."

16:43 OfficerJasonFrank: The first thing I am aware of is a pressure in my hand. I swallow a few times, and try to open my eyes. It takes a few tries. Where am I? I remember... and then suddenly, all in a rush the events of the alley come surging back. The emotions, the pain, the shame, the trauma hit me like a lighting bolt, and I stiffen instantly.

I look over to see who the fuck is holding my hand, and it's Aaron. My mouth nearly drops open.. Another conflicting surge of emotions slam into me, as he is right there with me. My face scrunches up, the pain of my failure, the memory of my savage rape cuts so hard, and I think, how the fuck can I face Aaron? I'm not the man he knew... how can I ever be that man again. I feel like I've betrayed him.

I'm forced to look away, can't meet his gaze. I'm not in much physical pain, I'm sure I'm pumped full of painkillers, but the emotional pain is like a knife twisting in me. but .... I don't let go of his hand. I realize suddenly what Aaron would have had to do to be here with me... Get leave from work, arrange a last minute flight, find out where I was at, and he did all that for me.

I speak up, "Aaron.. man... I .. I'm... glad to see you..." It's clear I'm struggling to find words.

17:27 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Hey mate... sorry you don't say mate over here do you, Hey buddy!" I smile. "It's no problem, I've discovered two things in hospitals we don't have in the UK, Jello.. and Pudding... I'm not actually sure what the Pudding is, but the nurse let me eat some..."

I look at him. "You don't look so good, you need anything, I can get a nurse if you're in pain." I smile kindly, "I would offer you some pudding, but I ate it."

"Are you okay?" I ask, with some concern. I don't know what happened, but I know sometimes attacks happen on duty.

17:47 OfficerJasonFrank: Despite myself, I suddenly start to laugh. I turn my head to look at him. He was such a total fucking badass... I couldn't imagine ... what happened to me ... happening to him.

There was a lot more to Aaron than meets the eye. We'd begun to learn more about each other since we met, and I'd learned that while he could be harder than steel when he needed to, he also had a sense of empathy that you often didn't associate with men in his position.

The concern in his voice, the kindness and reassurance of his presence helped me make up my mind. I wasn't going to hide this from him. I had to tell someone, and it might as well be him. I struggled with it for a moment longer.... how do you tell a man that you've been raped and humiliated...

I force myself to meet his eyes. I try to keep my voice calm, to keep the emotion out of my voice but, my control starts to crack right away. I'm in new territory, nothing feels right, nothing feels certain, like I'm not quite sure who I am anymore. "Aaron... it was... that dude, that Southern redneck with the big Russian from back in the hotel, the one I choked out... he jumped me, he knifed me bad... he cuffed me up... then he ..." I look away for a moment, gather my strength, and force myself to meet Aaron's eyes again. ".. He raped me.. and then he took pictures of it all."

17:58 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I move and sit on the corner of the bed a complete picture of concern. “Okay. That must be hard.” I take his hand again and hold it tightly

I know how that feels after what Derek did to me but this isn’t about me. This is about Jason and I stroke his hand. “We can be annoyed about that later. And angry about that later. And find a way to kick his ass and arrest him later.”

“I wish I hadn’t eaten the pudding now.” I smile. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need to talk about it?”

18:09 OfficerJasonFrank: Fuck. Look at him. Treating me like I'm still the same man he met. I grab his hand and hold it tighter. It feels good to be with Aaron. It feels good knowing that he knows the worst. Somehow, that makes it easier to bear.

I chuckle at him, yeah, those hospital puddings were crap. I look up at him. "To be honest .... mate ... I'm feeling like fucking roadkill half warmed over. I've been fucking knifed, raped, and humiliated... but you know what... I'm on top of the fucking world, cause I got this badass dude who flew himself out here from Posh old England to hang out with me. I'd rather focus on him just now. So, no, I don't want to talk about it now. Later. Right now, I want you to go find me one of those fucking puddings. I'm so goddamned hungry I'll eat anything."

18:28 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lean down and kiss him gently on the cheek to avoid the hospital tubes. “Hey, the flight wasn’t that long.”

It had been.

“And I didn’t have much problem getting leave.”

Which I had.

“Let me go and get you something to eat before the nurse says you can’t have anything.”

I lean over and kiss again. “I want to talk to you anyway when you’re awake properly.”

“Hey. I’m not posh. I’m from London!”

I turn and head out to sneak some pudding from the cafe and it’s about ten minutes before I get back with one. “It’s okay. No one saw me.”

18:45 OfficerJasonFrank: He comes back with a pudding, and I look at him sideways. "You know Aaron, you didn't just tell a Cop that you stole this pudding did you, cause if you did... I'd have to arrest you... that is... if I had my cuffs..."

I take the pudding, and wolf it down, shoving the tubes aside. It tastes like dog puke, but I'm so hungry, I've eaten it all before I know what I've done. I put it aside, and turn to look at him. I don't wanna talk about my rape right now. That's a raw, life-altering wound that I can't face. But I do want to talk about something else.

"The last thing I expected when I woke up was to see you there, at my side. The thing I wanted more than anything else when I was being knifed and raped, besides of course NOT being knifed and raped, was wishing you were with me. You know, Aaron, I'm not saying this very well... but fuck me, pal, you don't just suddenly show up half way across the world for just anyone... oh fuck Aaron .... I'll shut up now. I'm just glad you're here."

18:51 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “I paid for it. I just snuck it past the nurses! They hate anyone eating before they tell you you can. If i was to steal anything I’d have to arrest myself and that’s hard!”

Aaron smiled. “You keep talking. It’s good to talk. Means you’re getting better. I talk all the time.”

“I can imagine you had bigger things to worry about than me I can tell. But it’s nice of you to say. Besides I like flying. I was a para. Remember. We love flying. Mainly jumping out of planes but flying is part of it.”

“his station told me you were in hospital and I didn’t want you to be here alone. Thought you needed someone with you. To look after you.”

19:11 OfficerJasonFrank: I sit back and shut up, and let Aaron talk. His words flow over me. I'm not nearly as much of a talker as he is, and it feels good to just lay back and let his words wash over me.

I look down at my right leg, it's been knifed all to fuck. I remember it looked like dog meat after that bastard soldier was done with it. I reply slowly, "I don't think I'm going to be walking anytime soon, mate. I sure as hell can't think of anyone I'd rather have with me right now than you. I wonder when they are gonna let me go home... I wonder when the hell I can walk again... go back on the beat... wonder what ... " I swallowed, not able to finish the last sentence... wonder what that soldier was going to do with those pics he took of me.

I continue, "Anyways, man... I think I'm kinda tired right now." I shift myself over and turn onto my left side, sweat breaking out as I grit my teeth, forcing myself to turn in the hospital bed, maneuvering my right leg up on top of my left. I settle back into the bed, with a sigh. There is now a big, Aaron shaped space right in front of me. I reach up and push the tubes aside. "What I need most pal, right now, is for you to lay his ass down on this skinny ass hospital bed, and let me hold you. I think..." Nightmares... I remember the nightmares I had in that half-waking period before I woke up here... "... I'll sleep better with you next to me."

19:35 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “It’s okay. I can help you with that. I’ve had bad injuries before when I was in the Para’s including gunshot wound to the leg and knife wound to the leg. So it’s just some therapy. And besides you’re fit and not a donut in sight. Although after seeing you eat that I’m sure if they did pudding flavoured donuts you’d be really into them,” I smile again.

“Besides you were injured in the line of duty. You’ll have programmes to help you get back on the streets. Until then you work a desk and you fucking like it.”

I climb onto the bed. “The nurse will probably tell me to fuck off out of this bed. They probably think I’m disturbing you.”

“Put his hand on me. Don’t worry about the nightmares. I’ve been in the army. You get bad nightmares in his first deployment. It helps having someone to talk to. If you wake up unhappy.”

“Look. If I was a New Yorker I’d be asking you to go out with me. If it makes you feel better. I think I’m in love with you.”

“Thought I’d best tell you when you’re half drugged.”

06:27 OfficerJasonFrank: I chuckle to myself as his words once again flow over me. There is something comforting in being drowned in Aaron's lame jokes and non-stop commentary.

He climbs into bed, and I wrap my powerful arm around him, pulling his body tight up against my chest, feeling his hard, solid back settle up against me. His body heat is just the ticket, and I kiss the back of his neck.

I wish like anything I could get it up right now, but with all the drugs they have pumped me with, it's not happening. Besides, what would the nurse think. But having Aaron right here, in my arms, is what I need more than anything, even a good fuck. Besides... I'm not sure I'm ready to fuck yet... not after...

Then, suddenly, as I'm drifting off, my eyes snap wide open, and my breath catches. I clutch the big Para to me tight. I swallow, he just went and said it.

The fear and shame that had been dominating my mind faded as I replied, "That might explain why you are here with me right now, big man... You might have hoped to slip that one past me in my half-drugged state, but you failed pretty miserably." I chuckle, but I crush Aaron even closer to me, the surge of love in return heating me up, and tearing me up. I'm glad he can't see the tears in the corner of my eyes. It must be from the drugs.

"How the fuck did I manage to fall in love with a stupid, ugly, red-headed, batshit crazy Cop from London?"

09:07 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I don't know, I'll let you know if I find a batshit crazy one."

I smile, "Now go to sleep. I'm meant to be helping stop nightmares, not cause you to get stressed. I'll be here whenever you need to talk, doesn't have to be today, tomorrow, or next month right. If I'm here, or in London, I'm only a phone call away if you need to talk about it, right."

I put my head down on the edge of the bed, it wasn't exactly easy to lie here, but I wanted him to make him comfortable through the experience. The first nights were the worst.

09:14 OfficerJasonFrank: I settle in, finally drifting off to sleep with that big red-headed Para in my arms. Felt good to not be alone right now. The future had a lot of uncertainty in it for me, but I couldn't deal with any of it now. One day at a time. And today was a helluva a lot easier with Aaron right here beside me.

Published: 2021-07-01, viewed 77 times.