Muscle Cop Challenge

MUSCLE-COP CHALLENGE

by Crusher

Matt was a 28-year-old cop who had been on the force for the past six years. He loved his job. He was lucky enough to have been able to procure a position patrolling on motorcycle. He loved riding his own Harley and had always wanted to be a motorcycle cop. It was not easy, but he managed to get a few strings pulled and finally got what he wanted.


In addition to riding his bike, Matt was devoted to bodybuilding. He had been at it since he was a teenager. The very well-equipped gym at the police station was a perfect place to spend a lot of his off-time. You could easily see that a lot of time and hard work had gone into the development of that well-muscled body. He stood six feet tall and weighed 200 pounds. Matt’s frame was beautifully chiseled from his huge broad chest with pecs that were hard as stone, to those ripped six-pack abs, to his trim thirty-two-inch waist and down to his muscular thighs and calves. He had black hair, (short but not quite buzzed) and a mustache. A magnificent mat of black hair spanned his chest and narrowed to a thin line running down over his abs to his navel and then disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. He was extremely proud of his body and liked to show it off. Matt was also fortunate enough to have inherited one of his father’s more impressive physical traits. He was hung like a fucking bull.

Besides being able to use the great gym facilities, Matt also was on the Department’s Wrestling Squad. They would compete against guys from police departments from other cities. The program was designed to promote exercise, physical fitness and friendly competition. But more often than not, the competition got rather intense. Matt was the Captain of his squad and was undefeated throughout the three years that the wrestling program had been operating.

At the end of their shift, most of the guys would shoot the bull with each other in the locker room while they changed out of their uniforms and into their street clothes. The topic of conversation for the past several days was the gang of goons that usually hung out at Mickey’s Bar over on 22nd Street. It seems that lately, these troublemakers had taken to hanging out on the sidewalk in front of the bar and were terrorizing pedestrians as they passed by. Mickey had called the cops because these guys were killing his business. People were afraid to go near them. The police came and made the gang of men disperse. But not without an argument from the gang’s leader. His buddies called him Cobra.

This went on for a couple of weeks. The police officers were getting tired of having to go to Mickey’s every other night to get rid of these guys. Two nights later the call came in. This time Matt and Lee, one of the other motorcycle cops, both showed up at Mickey’s at the same time. Matt ordered them to break it up and move along. Cobra, being his usual obnoxious self, began arguing with Matt. Matt threatened to arrest all of them if they did not quit terrorizing the neighborhood. Cobra asked, “You had better call for back-up man, cause I don’t believe you could handle me, let alone all of us!”

That was when Lee chimed in, “You don’t know what you are dealing with pal, Matt here is the captain of the Police Wrestling Squad. He is also the undefeated District Champion.”

“ Ooooh. I’m scared.” Cobra said sarcastically. “If you are the champion, then the rest of the squad must be pretty fuckin pathetic!” All of Cobra’s buddies began to laugh.

Again, Lee spoke up, “You morons wouldn’t be laughing if you had ever seen Matt in action. He would wipe the mats with your big mouth leader!”

Matt was feeling a little uncomfortable with the way that Lee was bragging him up. He told Lee to shut up. That made Cobra even more interested in the idea of fighting Matt. He could sense that Matt was a little nervous. But Lee continued to tell Cobra about how he would not stand a chance against Matt and his awesome muscle-power. One thing leads to another and finally, the challenge was on. Lee and Cobra did all the talking and made the arrangements. Matt just stood by in total disbelief at what was transpiring. Cobra and his goons left and Lee turned and looked at Matt. When he saw the look on Matt’s face he asked, “What’s wrong buddy?”

Matt said, “I can’t believe you did that! Whatever possessed you to challenge that piece of shit on my behalf?” He was really pissed off.

Lee answered, “What are you worried about, man? You won’t have any trouble with that scum. I have seen you fight. You will put him away in no time.”

Matt argued, “Ya, you have seen me fight in the ring with other cops in a program that is sanctioned and has rules. These guys aren’t interested in any rules! This Cobra dude is looking for an all-out brawl.”

Lee responded, “I still don’t think that you will have any trouble putting this fucker down. Come on, let’s get out of here.” With that, the two cops mounted their bikes and headed back to the station.

The guys were really buzzing in the locker room at the end of the shift that night. Lee was telling them all about how Matt was going to fight Cobra and teach him a lesson. They were all pleased and excited about the upcoming match. Everyone offered words of encouragement to Matt. They told him that he was defending the honor of the Police Department. In their minds, they had no doubt that Matt would make short work of this street-trash.

The match was set for the upcoming Saturday night at nine o’clock. It was to take place at a private club that had a ring set up in the back room for wrestling/boxing or brawling action. One of Cobra’s buddies was a member of the club so this allowed them access to the facility. There were seats for spectators on two sides of the ring only. (opposite each other.) A chain-link fence ran from floor to ceiling on either side of the ring ensuring that no one would be able to interfere with the match taking place.

As everyone started to arrive, all of Cobra’s gang was being seated on one side of the ring while all of Matt’s Cop-Buddies were being seated directly across on the other side. Guys from each side were shouting snide remarks back and forth to each other. Both sides were fully confident that their man would win. There was no locker room or dressing room so Matt had to get changed on the floor right outside of the ring. He stripped naked and then pulled on his jock strap while he was forced to listen to catcalls from the goons. He then pulled on his blue singlet and laced up his boots. He was ready. He looked up and saw that there were about thirty or forty guys from the station on his side of the audience, all rooting and cheering for him. There were only about a dozen and a half guys on Cobra’s side of the room backing him.

Matt climbed into the ring and waited for Cobra. After a few minutes, Cobra made his way to the ring and stepped in and glared at Matt. He removed his shirt and said, “Okay Wrestle-Cop, let’s do it!” Cobra was fighting in his jeans and boots. Matt looked him over, assessing his opponent. He was 5 11 tall and probable weighed about 200 pounds. He had an average build. He was not muscular. In fact, he looked pretty soft.

Matt thought to himself, “Ya, I will embarrass this sucker in front of his friends without any trouble at all.”

As the match began, Cobra moved in and reached for Matt, but Matt threw him to the canvas using a simple arm-drag take down. Cobra got up and went after Matt again and experienced another arm-drag leaving him one his back once more. He was really frustrated. As he got up, Matt got him in a side headlock. Matt really cranked on the pressure using the muscles in those big guns of his. No matter how hard Cobra tried, he could not get out of the hold. So, Matt decided that he would let his opponent go - the hard way. He bull-dogged Cobra to the mats. After a few minutes, Matt allowed Cobra to get to his feet. He was toying with him already. He figured that he would be able to dispose of this slug without much trouble but this was even easier that had thought. He took Cobra by the wrist and whipped into the corner. Matt charged the corner and jumped up, took a hold of him and monkey-flipped him into the center of the ring.

“Come on Cobra! Show me something! You ain’t nothin but a loud-mouthed piece of shit!” Cobra got up on his hands and knees, and when Matt got close enough, he struck. A hard fist to the balls. Matt cupped his hands over his crotch and fell like a ton of bricks.

Cobra got up and looked at Matt rolling around on the canvas and said, “Okay Muscle-Cop, I’ll show ya something. how about this?” He kicked Matt in the gut as he was trying to get up. He grabbed Matt by the hair and pulled him up. A hard fist to the jaw staggered the big cop but he didn’t go down. Cobra then dragged Matt to the corner and proceeded to bounce his head off of the turnbuckle several times. He had knocked Matt senseless. Matt staggered around the ring throwing wild punches hitting nothing but air. Cobra went up to him and just poked him in the eyes blinding him. He manhandled the policeman back into the corner. He leaned in and whispered to him, “Gee Officer, that sure is a big bulge you got between your legs. Mind if I check it out?”

Cobra began to massage that bulging basket in Matt’s singlet. Matt was still weakened and disoriented and was unable to offer much resistance. Cobra worked Matt’s cock and balls roughly through his singlet. Matt, being one of the horniest men that ever walk the Earth, began to swell up. His sex-drive was so intense that he had the NEED to cum at least three or four time every day. He tried to concentrate on the fight but Cobra’s grip on his manhood was making that extremely difficult. Eventually, Matt was able to get his arms around Cobra locking on a bear-hug. He squeezed hard as Cobra yelled out in pain. The pain was excruciating but Cobra could feel that big swollen cop-cock rubbing against his gut. It would seem that Matt’s hard-on was not going away. Cobra knew that he could not withstand the agony of this powerful bear-hug much longer. He had to do something. Again, he resorted to an eye gouge. That made Matt release the hold. A quick jab to the crotch sent Matt back into the corner. Cobra bashed Matt’s head off of the turnbuckle a few more times. He then took the officer by the wrist and whipped him into the ropes catching him with a clothesline on the rebound. Matt crashed to the canvas. His balls still ached, his head was spinning, he was struggling to catch his breath and his dick was still hard!

Cobra knew that those big guns of Matt’s had to be neutralized. He stretched Matt’s right arm out, holding it in place and began to administer a series of knee drops. After every third blow, he would hold his knee on the arm and grind it into those muscles. Matt was screaming out in pain. When he had given Matt’s right arm about thirty knee drops and he was satisfied that those muscles were mushy enough, he repeated the procedure on the left arm. Cobra stood up and looked at his suffering opponent.

“Come on Muscle-Cop! Get up so I can beat you down again!” As Matt tried to get up, he realized that not only did his arms feel like they were on fire, but he couldn’t move them. They just hung uselessly at his side. Matt managed to get up on his knees and Cobra noticed that he still had a hard-on. So, he figured he should take advantage of the situation and humiliate this big tough cop by literally ripping his singlet off of him. Matt could do nothing to stop him. His arms were useless. He was mortified. No one ever dared to try anything like this on him before. Nevertheless, there he was, the big tough muscle-cop, who was captain of the wrestling squad, had been forcibly stripped down to his jock in the middle of the ring right in front of all of his buddies. All of the cops in the audience were awe stricken. Their mouths were hanging open in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening, most of them thought. And of course, Cobra’s buddies were all yelling and cheering their man on.

Cobra threw the torn singlet out of the ring Once more he grabbed the jock-clad cop by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Matt just stood the kind of wobbly with his arms dangling at his side. “Now I am really gonna have a good time with you boy!” Cobra taunted. ‘You ever been bitch-slapped boy? I’ve always wanted to bitch-slap a cop!

Mat pleaded, “Nooo, don’t man.”

Cobra hauled off and slapped Matt across the face. Matt’s head snapped to one side from the force. Then Cobra backhanded Matt’s other cheek. He continues to slap the cop’s face several more times. He looked over to the cops in the audience and yelled to them asking, “This is your Champion? Is this the best that you guys have got? What kind of Champion would allow himself to be stripped down to his fuckin jock and then be bitch-slapped in the middle of the ring?”

Cobra then turned his attention back to his humiliated opponent. He gave Matt a shove and Matt is back peddling into the ropes. On the rebound he is greeted by a double pec-claw from Cobra. His pec muscles were still hard and firm so Cobra decided to soften them up a bit. He backed Matt up against the ropes and started pounding on those gorgeous pecs. Matt had never been beaten like this in his life. Cobra taunted, “I bet you worked long and hard to build these muscles didn’t you Ass-hole? Well, all that fuckin muscle ain’t doin you any good now is it? Look at you! You re fuckin helpless!” After pounding on Matt’s chest for about five minutes, he reapplied that double pec-claw really clamping on the pressure while arching Matt’s back over the top rope.

“Aaaahhhrrrgg!!” Now his pecs were beginning to feel like they were on fire. This torture continued for a while longer as Cobra alternated between pounding and clawing as Matt’s muscles were softening.

He scooped Matt up and slammed his to the canvas. The he landed several elbows drops on the cop’s already beaten chest. He grabbed Matt’s ankles and lifted his legs and spread them wide. “Make a wish Officer!” Matt thought that he was being pulled apart like a wishbone. He never knew that his legs could stretch so far apart. Then Cobra put his right foot on the crotch of Matt’s white jock. He increasingly applied pressure while he was grinding his foot into Matt’s balls. Matt surely never experienced pain like this before.

Then Cobra dragged him to his feet and applied a full nelson. He cranked it on as hard as he could turning Matt to face his buddies. “Look at him!! Look at you champ now!!” He released the hold and Matt dropped to the canvas. He laid there sprawled out on his back. Cobra dropped to his knees alongside of Mat and slapped a claw on his abs.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHGGG!!!” , Matt screamed. Keeping the claw hold on Matt’s abs, he used his other hand to clamp a claw on his balls.

He asked the suffering man, “How does it feel to be beaten and tortured in your jockstrap in front of all you buddies? What do you suppose they are thinking right now?”

Cobra noticed that Matt’s cock was still hard in his jock and was surprised at this. His face lit up as he got another idea on how to further humiliate this lousy stinking cop. He took Matt by the hair and threw him over the top rope and onto the floor right in front of his fellow officers. He wanted them all to have a good view. He jumped down out of the ring and dragged Matt up to his feet. Again, all Matt could do is stand there while Cobra had his way with him.

Cobra chided, “Oh officers! I do believe that you have got a faggot cop on the Force. Just look at that hard-on. I think that he is enjoying this.” Cobra then grabbed Matt by the crotch and began massaging. Matt could do nothing. He just stood there facing all of his buddies while Cobra played with his manhood working it up to a full erection. Several inches now extended up and out from the waist-band of his jock. “Look! See how he likes having his cock worked on by a real man! He is not even trying to stop me. He wants it!” Matt was overcome with mixed emotions. He wanted to cry from humiliation. He hated Cobra for what he was doing to him in front of his friends. And at the same time, he really didn’t want him to stop either. He was really confused. He really wasn’t in any kind of shape to resist Cobra’s onslaught.

At this point a lot of the cops were disgusted with Matt’s showing. Many of them thought, “How could he let this guy do that to him and just stand there. He must like it. He must be one of those homos.” They actually had no idea just how much damage Cobra had done to Matt’s arms and chest. All that they seemed to understand was what they could see in front of them at the moment. A big muscular police officer in a jock-strap just standing there and letting another guy play with his cock and balls. Cobra could sense the emotion from the guys in the audience. Still clutching Matt’s crotch, he backed him up against the ring apron and kicked his feet apart. He drew back his fist and let Matt have it right in the nuts. Matt dropped to the floor. The cops in the audience started to cheer. They were now cheering for Cobra!! Their fellow officer had let them down. He has disgraced them and now they wanted him to be punished. Cobra was more than happy to oblige.

He picked Matt up and struggled to get his arms up so that he could get them caught between the middle and bottom ropes from the outside. This would keep Matt in an upright position while Cobra continued his assault. He punched Matt in the balls again. Everybody cheered. Then he slapped on a ball claw that had Mat screaming in pain.

He pleaded, “Noooooo . . . Pleeeeeze . . . .. I GIVE . . . I GIVE . . . No more!!” But Cobra would not let go. While he increased the pressure on Matt’s balls, be used his other fist to punch Matt’s hard cock. As Cobra cock-punched the helpless muscle-cop the guys in the audience counted out loud with each strike. “ . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . . ten!!”

Matt didn’t know what to think. All of his friends were watching him as he was being physically and sexually dominated by this street-trash. Then Cobra decided that some ab-work was called for. He delivered more than a dozen punched into Matt’s midsection. He threw in a couple of knees to the gut for good measure. Matt was literally a human punching bag. having softened the ab muscles to his satisfaction, Cobra applied a gut-claw. He dug in deep working his fingers deep into the muscles.

Matt begged, “Please stop!! Please . . . I can’t take any more. Please Cobra . . . Mercy!! Have mercy on me pleeeeze!” Now Cobra was smiling with delight because it was obvious that Matt’s begging for mercy had completely and totally disgusted all of the other cops. They were leaving. Matt watched as all of his friends walked out on him. As they walked toward the door with their backs to the ring area, all they could hear were Matt’s screams of pain and pleas for mercy. As far as they were concerned, he was getting what he deserved.

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The next day, Matt felt like he could not face the men at work so he decided to call in and request some vacation time that he had coming to him. He thought that maybe if he stayed away for a week or so that this whole thing just might blow over. He was wrong! A week later, Matt had no choice. He had to go back to work. He dreaded doing it but he knew that he had to.

As soon as he walked into the locker room the guys were all over him. Calling him Muscle-Fag and Homo-Cop among other things. One guy even told everybody that he had heard that Matt said that he wanted to be in charge of strip-searches from now on. He tried to ignore their cruel remarks and he fumbled around trying to change into his uniform and get out of there as quickly as he could. Some of the other cops were planning on doing more than verbally degrading him.

Troy, Steve and Marc waited for the right moment. When Matt had his street clothes off and was down to his jockey shorts, Steve and Marc grabbed him by the arms and pinned him up against the lockers. Troy stepped in front of Matt and said, “You sure are pathetic! You let that street punk beat and humiliate you. You made the Police Force look bad. Did you really like what that guy was doing to you? It sure looked like you did. You didn’t even try to stop him. You just stood there and let him play with you!” Then Troy took his nightstick and started poking at Matt’s crotch with it. “You like that? Huh? You like it when I do this Muscle-Faggot?” Matt struggled but Steve and Marc were holding tightly against the lockers. Troy continued to rub Matt’s cock through his jockey briefs. Matt tried . . . he tried with everything he had but he could not stop his cock from swelling. He sprung a huge boner and they all started making fun of him again. Troy started to club Matt’s cock with his nightstick. Not real hard, just hard enough to really get Matt going. The more Troy bounced that stick off of Matt’s cock the bigger and harder it got. Troy seemed as though he had no intentions of stopping. He kept it up for several minutes, all the while he kept asking Matt, “Do ya like that boy? Do ya like havin your cop-cock beat like that?” Matt could not control himself any longer. He shot a big load in his underwear soaking the front of them. All three of the guys howled when they saw what had happened.

Steve yelled out so everyone in the locker room could hear, “Hey guys!! Come and see! Homo-Cop just creamed his fuckin trunks!!! Really man, come and look. He just shot a big fuckin load right in his underwear!” Matt just closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at any of them. After a few minutes they let him go and continued making jokes about him as they left the locker room to start their shift. Matt took his underwear off and rinsed them out in the sink in the men’s room. He hung them on a hook in his locker to dry. Fortunately, he always had a complete change of clothes in his locker so he pulled out a pair of red spandex posing briefs and put them on. He finished dressing in his uniform and went out to get his motorcycle.

The rest of Matt’s shift was uneventful. He was glad for that. It was nearly six o clock and Matt was just about to head back to the station when a black van that must have been going twice the posted speed limit shot past him Matt turned on his lights and siren as he pursued the van. The van was not stopping. He followed them several blocks until the van turned down an alley that lead behind an old deserted warehouse. The van came to a stop and Matt pulled up behind it. Matt cautiously walked up along the driver’s side of the van not knowing that three guys had gotten out on the passenger’s side. When he looked in the driver’s window, he saw Cobra smiling at him.

“Not you!” Matt cried. “Just get out of here man”. Matt just wanted to get away from him, but as he turned to walk back to his motorcycle, the three passengers had him surrounded. He was going nowhere. They took him inside the warehouse where there were three more guys from the gang waiting. Cobra ordered them to secure the prisoner. At that, the men stood Matt between two support columns and tied his arms and legs to columns on either side of him. He was bound tightly in a spread-eagled position.

Cobra went up to Mat and cupped his hand over Matt’s crotch. “Oooo, feels like our big tough wrestle-cop is glad to see me again.” Matt struggled but it was no use. Cobra unzipped Matt’s fly and shoved his hand in his pants. “Well, well. He is even wearing his sexy underwear for us guys.” Everyone laughed and hooted. He pulled Matt’s cock out through his fly. It was growing fast. Cobra told Matt, “You know? I never got to taste that big cop-cock last time. I think that I’ll just have me some right now.”

Matt demanded, “FUCK YOU!! You keep your filthy mouth off of my cock!”

Cobra replied, “Awe, come on now. You know you want it. You like havin that big bad cop-meat of your sucked, now don’t ya?”

“NO!!!” Matt insisted.

Cobra said, “Your mouth says no but looking at that raging hard-on of yours, I’d say that it is screaming for attention.” So, Cobra proceeded to suck the living fuck out of Matt. It did not take long at all. Matt groaned and he erupted in Cobra’s mouth. Cobra milked every last drop out of his captive muscle-cop. All of the other guys were standing around and jerking off while they watched.

Cobra stood up and remarked, “That was right tasty. Okay, now boys if you will be kind enough to reposition our guest for the next event.” The guys untied the ropes that bound Matt’s arms from the columns and made him lay down on his back. His legs remained tied up and spread wide. They tied his wrists together and pulled his arms over his head stretching them as they fastened the ropes to some heavy machinery. Then all seven men knelt on the floor around Matt and proceeded to jack-off. In minutes Matt’s face and his uniform were covered with seven hot loads of sticky white cum. After the men were all satisfied, they stuffed their dicks back into their pants. Four of the guys went outside while the remaining three got Matt up to his feet. They took his cuffs and handcuffed his hands together behind his back and left his cock hanging out of his fly. They walked him back out to the van.

The other guys had loaded Matt’s motorcycle into the back of a pick-up truck. They put Matt into the van and drove him back to the station. They pulled into the back parking lot, unloaded the motorcycle and walked Matt up to the back door. Cobra looked inside and saw no one. So, they took Mat in and lead him down a hallway that lead to the door of the locker room. They could hear a lot of guys in the locker room carrying on. Cobra opened the locker room door and shoved Matt inside and closed the door behind him. Cobra and his gang took off fast. And Matt stood there in front of all the guys with his hands cuffed behind his back, his dick hanging out of his unzipped fly and his uniform soaked with loads of cum. Troy stepped up to him and said, “Boy, you continue to disgrace us. We are just gonna have to do something about you. But right now, it looks like you need to stand under the shower and get all that crud off of you. Then we will deal with you.” He shoved Matt toward the showers. Once there, Troy turned on the water and pushed Matt in to rinse off. Matt just stood there and whimpered while he wondered what would happen to him next.



-- The End