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Cophumiliation - Cop Humiliation - Tumblr Blog
Ken Bradley
Turning the tables on the hunky cop that pulls you over.
Detective Mark Thompson was the envy of the station, with his sculpted physique, chiseled jaw, and confident swagger. Known as the best-looking guy in the department, he exuded an air of invincibility. But beneath the surface, Mark was a man on the brink of desperation. The economy had taken a turn for the worse, and despite his dedication to the force, he found himself struggling to make ends meet. Bills were piling up, and the bank was threatening to foreclose on his home—a home he shared with his two teenage sons, Tommy and Jake.
The realization that he could lose everything pushed Mark into a world he never imagined entering. It began with a friend suggesting he leverage his looks and body for some extra cash. Modeling seemed harmless enough, and with his physique, the offers came quickly. The first shoot was simple—shirtless photos that showcased his muscular build. The money was good, and it offered a temporary reprieve from his financial woes.
But as the weeks passed, the demands grew more intense. The bank’s threats became more urgent, and Mark needed more money. He started accepting more risqué shoots—posing in tight underwear, then nude. Each time, he told himself it was for his sons, to save their home, to keep their lives intact.
The photos found their way online, catching the attention of admirers and opportunists alike. One of the janitors at the station, Miguel—a portly, middle-aged Mexican man who harbored a grudge against Mark for his casual racism and cocky attitude—came across the photos. He saw an opportunity for revenge and leverage.
One evening, after most of the officers had left, Miguel approached Mark in the locker room. The air was thick with tension as Miguel’s eyes bore into Mark’s.
“Detective Thompson,” Miguel began, a sly grin spreading across his face, “I stumbled upon something interesting today. Some… photos of you.”
Mark’s heart skipped a beat, his mind racing. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Miguel pulled out his phone, showing Mark a series of photos from his latest shoot. “These,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “It seems like our hero cop has a side hustle.”
Mark’s face flushed with anger and shame. “What do you want, Miguel?”
Miguel stepped closer, his grin widening. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, or these photos will end up in the hands of your superiors, your sons, and all over the internet.”
Mark clenched his fists, but he knew he was trapped. “What do you want?” he repeated, his voice low and defeated.
Miguel’s eyes sparkled with malice. “You, Detective. I want you.”
The realization of what Miguel was demanding hit Mark like a punch to the gut. But he had no choice. For his sons, he would have to submit.
The first encounter was in the dark, dingy janitor’s closet. Miguel’s hands were rough, his touch invasive and possessive. Mark’s body, usually a source of pride, now felt like a prison. Miguel took his time, relishing the power he held over the once-cocky detective.
“Strip,” Miguel ordered, his voice thick with anticipation.
Mark’s hands trembled as he undressed, each article of clothing falling to the floor with a finality that made his heart ache. He stood naked before Miguel, his powerful body exposed and vulnerable.
Miguel’s eyes roved over Mark’s form, his grin widening. “On your knees.”
Mark complied, the cold linoleum biting into his knees. Miguel unzipped his pants, his cock hard and ready. He grabbed a handful of Mark’s hair, forcing his head back. “Open your mouth, slut.”
Mark’s jaw ached as he complied, the taste of Miguel’s cock filling his mouth. Miguel thrust in, his pace brutal and unrelenting. Tears sprang to Mark’s eyes, but he forced them back, determined not to give Miguel the satisfaction.
“You look so good like this,” Miguel taunted, his voice a harsh whisper. “Just a cocky cop, reduced to a whore.”
The humiliation was overwhelming, but Mark focused on his sons, on the home he was trying to save. Miguel’s thrusts grew more frantic, his grip on Mark’s hair tightening. With a guttural moan, he came, filling Mark’s mouth with his cum.
Miguel pulled out, leaving Mark panting and trembling. “Clean yourself up,” he sneered. “And remember, this is just the beginning. You belong to me now.”
The encounters continued, each one more degrading than the last. Miguel took perverse pleasure in making Mark submit, using him whenever and however he wanted. The janitor’s closet became their regular meeting place, the scene of Mark’s ongoing humiliation.
The money from the photoshoots helped, but it wasn’t enough to stop the foreclosure. Mark’s situation grew more desperate, and Miguel’s demands became more extreme. He forced Mark to wear a collar, to crawl on all fours, to beg for every degrading act.
Miguel took photos and videos, using them as further leverage. Mark’s once-proud body was now a tool for Miguel’s amusement, his dignity stripped away piece by piece.
But Mark endured, for his sons. Every degrading act, every humiliating encounter, he endured it all to keep their home, to keep their lives together. The man who had once been the hero of the station was now a broken, humiliated shell, living a nightmare for the sake of his family.
It was a warm, sultry night when the fat neighbor finally decided to put his long-harbored fantasies into action. He had been watching the handsome cop next door for months, admiring the way his muscular body moved, glistening with sweat after each intense workout. Tonight, after seeing the cop finish his session and head inside, he saw his chance.
The cop, unaware of the perverse gaze fixed on him, grabbed a cold bottle of beer from his fridge. He was still wearing his workout gear: white socks, black Under Armour leggings that hugged his bubble butt perfectly, and a tight shirt that clung to his sculpted chest. His Italian heritage showed in his chiseled features and smoldering eyes, making him the epitome of masculine beauty.
The neighbor watched as the cop took a sip of beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. With a deep breath, he gathered his courage and walked over to the cop’s house, holding a fresh bottle of beer as an offering.
“Hey there,” the neighbor said, forcing a friendly smile as the cop opened the door. “Thought you might like another cold one.”
The cop looked at the neighbor, recognizing him from a few casual encounters. “Oh, hey. Thanks, man. Come on in.”
They sat down in the living room, the cop unaware of the true intentions behind the neighbor’s visit. They chatted about mundane topics, the cop feeling increasingly at ease as he finished his beer. The neighbor could barely contain his excitement, knowing that the time was coming soon.
“Need another one?” the neighbor asked, holding up the bottle he brought.
“Sure, why not?” the cop replied, stretching his legs out. He accepted the drink, not noticing the slight smirk on the neighbor’s face.
As the conversation continued, the cop started to feel a strange warmth spreading through his body. His vision blurred slightly, and he shook his head to clear it.
“You okay, buddy?” the neighbor asked, feigning concern.
“Yeah, just… feeling a little off,” the cop mumbled, his head lolling to the side.
The neighbor’s smirk widened into a grin as he watched the cop struggle to stay awake. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Within moments, the cop was unconscious, slumped against the couch. The neighbor’s heart raced as he carefully lifted the cop, admiring the feel of his firm muscles beneath the tight fabric of his leggings. He carried the cop to the bedroom, laying him face down on the bed.
The neighbor stripped off his own clothes, revealing his flabby, pale body. He then peeled the cop’s tight shirt off, exposing the smooth, tanned skin beneath. He ran his hands over the cop’s muscular back, feeling the hard ridges of muscle.
“Such a perfect body,” he whispered, leaning down to lick the cop’s neck.
He moved to the foot of the bed, slowly pulling the cop’s leggings down, revealing the tight, round ass he had fantasized about for so long. The cop’s underwear, a blue jockstrap, barely contained his firm cheeks.
The neighbor’s cock was rock hard as he spread the cop’s legs apart. He took a moment to admire the view before plunging his face between the cop’s cheeks, licking and sucking at his hole. The cop stirred slightly, letting out a soft moan as the neighbor’s tongue worked its way inside him.
The neighbor could barely contain himself as he lubed up his cock, positioning it at the entrance to the cop’s tight hole. He pushed forward, feeling the tightness give way as he slid inside. The cop’s body tensed, and he let out a muffled groan.
“That’s it, take it all,” the neighbor growled, thrusting deeper into the cop. He grabbed the cop’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust. The cop’s ass clenched around him, driving him wild with lust.
As the neighbor fucked the cop, he imagined the scene that would unfold when the cop’s partner came home. He could picture her shock and disbelief as she found her man being used like a common whore. The thought made him thrust harder, his fat belly slapping against the cop’s ass.
After what felt like an eternity, the neighbor felt his orgasm building. He reached around, jerking the cop’s cock in time with his thrusts. The cop’s body shuddered, and he let out a loud moan as he came, his cum spilling onto the bed.
The neighbor groaned as he came deep inside the cop, filling him with his seed. He collapsed on top of the cop, panting heavily. After a few moments, he pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from the cop’s used hole.
He cleaned himself up and dressed quickly, leaving the cop sprawled out on the bed, covered in sweat and cum. As he slipped out of the house, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that the cop’s life would never be the same.
Officer Lopez had the weekend off. When he got off his shift he came straight to my place with his gear packed for the weekend. Although it not his conscious choice, he gave up his control to me. For the next three days the alpha latin cop gave me complete control of himself to me to use him as I please. Upon entering my house in his tight police uniform, he pulled out his nightstick, gun, and cuffs and handed them to me. I cuffed his muscular arm behind his back with his own handcuffs. Then used his utility knife to cut open the back of his uniform pants. I was pleased to find he wore his jockstrap as ordered. He was humiliated as his uniform he was so proud of was ripped open and his smooth, shaved ass exposed. But I knew he was rock hard in his tight jock pouch. I took his night stick and roughly pushed it into his tight cop pussy. He was crying and screaming as I impaled him. I worked it in and out of him, until he blew his load into his jock pouch. With his night stick still in his tight hole, I worked on his nipples through the tight uniform shirt. I pinched and twisted them through the spandex uniform shirt, causing his to scream yet again. I take the knife again and cut the shirt to expose his meaty manly nipples. By the end of the first two hours I had ruined his uniform, the only thing remaining on him was his cap, jockstrap, socks, and black combat boots. Then I dragged him to the shower where I made sure not a single hair remained on his perfect cop body and he was completely cleaned. For the next couple of days he was fucked both in the mouth and ass over and over. He was humiliated and reduced to an submissive fuck toy. It was all caught on film. When Monday morning came, he returned to his normal alpha self, back in complete control of himself. He dressed in a new uniform he had packed and returned to duty.
Burly Cop Turned Into A Mafia Dog
#Hypnosis
The once honorable and respected police officer had fallen prey to the manipulative tactics of the mafia boss. Through hypnotism and brainwashing, the boss had successfully erased all of the officer's past memories and made him his loyal dog. Stripped of his former identity, the cop now lives a life of servitude alongside two other mafia dogs. He no longer upholds the law but instead follows the commands of his new master without question. The boss has complete control over the cop's mind and actions, using him as a tool for his criminal activities. The once proud officer is now a mere pawn in the game of the mafia, trapped in a new reality with no recollection of his past life. His fate is now intertwined with that of his fellow canine companions, living a life of crime and violence under the control of their powerful and ruthless leader. It is a tragic downfall for a once honorable law enforcer, now reduced to nothing more than a dog in the hands of a criminal mastermind.
"Take it like a Man, Officer! Your virgin tight cop ass belongs to me from now on"
"Yes Sir!" The defeated & emasculated police officer replied
Sleeping muscle hunk wakes up in bondage
Joe practicing his skills on a banana.
Joe made the mistake of snooping around in the room that belonged to his son Nick.
The hunky father wanted to know why his son was spending so much time on the computer so he barged into the room while Nick was away and logged into his account.
Joe immediately noticed that his son had a lot of MP4 video files saved to his desktop under strange names. Curiosity got the best of him and he hit play on one of them, not believing his eyes & ears when a video of a massive spiral appeared on the screen joined by a deep mesmerizing voice echoing from the computer's speakers.
"Welcome back to another hypno slaveboy brainwashing session, it won't be long until you're nothing but a mindless servant to be used by your hypno master."
"What the hell...?" grunted Joe in confused disbelief. Why would his son have something like this on his computer? Before he could think too much about it, his brain became distracted by the spiral on the screen. Joe could feel his mind starting to slow down as his thoughts were replaced by an overwhelming desire to submit. The voice continued to speak mesmerizing words, slowly breaking down the stud's resistance. "Arghh...what is happening to me?" Joe groaned weakly, "Ugh..Ugh...oh no....."
Two hours later Nick arrives home and enters his room to see his hunky father kneeling on the floor in front of his computer, completely naked. The older man was staring at the screen with a ridiculous look on his handsome face, eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out of his drooling mouth.
"I live to serve my Hypno Master," moaned Joe deliriously, completely oblivious to his son's arrival, or the fact that Nick would be joining him on his knees in just a few moments once the spiral worked its magic.
The best way to shut up a cocky cop? Shove his own gun in his mouth and see if he's still acting all high and mighty.