Sergeant Marcus Kennedy (01)

"You're late, Lopez," barked a gruff voice from across the room.

Officer Manuel Lopez swallowed hard, his heart racing as he stepped into the stark office, the smell of aged leather, cigar smoke and stale coffee lingering in the air. The office was as spacious as a library, with bookshelves lining one wall and a large oak desk that looked as if it had seen more battles than the officers outside. Behind the desk, a man with a stern gaze sat comfortably in his chair. He had a head of silver hair and a jaw that looked like it had been chiseled from granite. His name was etched into a nameplate on the desk: Lieutenant Patrick T O'Brien.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," stuttered Lopez, his dark eyes flickering with anxiety as he tried to compose himself. "I had a... situation, you know, with the traffic."

Lieutenant O'Brien's expression remained unchanged, his eyes boring into Lopez like twin drills. "Save the excuses for traffic court," he said, his voice low and even. "You're not here for traffic violations. You're here because of your little secret. And secrets, Lopez, have a way of becoming very expensive."

A knock is heard at the door.

"Enter," said Lieutenant O'Brien without looking away from Lopez.

The door creaked open and in stepped Sergeant Marcus Kennedy, his tall, broad frame filling the doorway. He was a man who had seen the darker side of the city. His hazel eyes had witnessed things that would make most people's stomachs turn. His skin was a rich, dark chocolate that spoke of his African American roots. His eyes, however, we're clearly from his Irish father.

Despite his 25 years of service, his movements remained sharp and precise, and his uniform looked like it had been ironed that very morning. He saluted Lieutenant O'Brien, his hand shooting up to his forehead with the speed of a striking cobra. Officer Lopez followed suit and also snap to attention.

"Reporting as ordered, Sir."

Lieutenant O'Brien smiled at the formality of his entrance. "AT EASE, sergeant and you too officer", he said with a somewhat dismissive wave of his hand. Both men relaxed a little but remained standing. "I'm not sure how much you know of each other. You, however, share something in common. You both have secrets that could destroy your careers and lives." The lieutenant brought his hands together his fingertips touching as he considered what next to say.

"Officer Manuel Lopez," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "wasn't always the shiny new recruit you see before you. No, he had a... past life, shall we say, in the business of managing 'female companions'." He paused, watching the sergeant's reaction closely. Kennedy's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained stoic. "Three of them, to be precise. And when I say managed, I mean in a rather... hands-on manner."

Kennedy's eyes never left Lopez's face as the young officer's cheeks flushed with shame. The room grew quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall, marking the seconds that felt like hours. The sergeant's jaw tightened as he processed the information. He had his own skeletons, but this was a different kind of dirty laundry. He looked at Lopez, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, he saw the fear in the young man's eyes, a fear that mirrored his own when he was first approached about his debts.

"You see," continued O'Brien, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers, "we can't have officers with... unsavory histories. But Lopez here is special. He's a damn good cop. So, instead of throwing him to the wolves, I thought we could find a way to keep him on the force. A way to ensure his... loyalty." He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "And that's where you come in, Kennedy. You're going to help me show Lopez what it truly means to serve and protect."

The air grew thick with tension as the implications of O'Brien's words sank in. Lopez knew what was coming, his stomach churning as he remembered the degrading ritual that had become his new reality. He had agreed to serve lieutenant O'Brien for 5 years. It was a bargain with the devil. He would have served 15 or 20 for his crimes if he had been arrested. Apparently, his punishment was again to be served today.

"Lopez," the lieutenants's voice was firm, "you're going to tell us everything. Sergeant Kennedy needs to know who you were, what you did, and why you lied on your application. Sergeant Kennedy needs to understand the full extent of this mess."

Lopez took a deep breath, he straightened his back, his eyes staring blankly forward. He knew he had no choice but to confess, to lay bare his sins before these men who had the power to either save him or crush him. And as he began to speak, the words spilling out like a confession in a dimly lit church, the sergeant listened, his expression unreadable.

"When I was younger," Lopez's voice was soft, almost a whisper, "I had some... problems with the law. Nothing too serious, just some juvenile stuff. I wanted to get out, make something of myself, so I started managing these girls. I figured if I couldn't beat the system, I'd play it. I didn't hurt anyone, I swear. But then... I realized it wasn't for me. I saw how much good the cops could do, and I wanted to be one of them."

Kennedy's gaze softened slightly. He knew what it was like to be desperate, to make choices that haunted you. But he also knew the price of those choices.

"And the lie? Tell Sergeant Kennedy about your lies, officer Lopez."

"I was scared," Lopez admitted. "I didn't think they'd let me in to the police academy if they knew. I just wanted a chance to change, to do something right with my life."

The sergeant nodded, his face a mask of understanding. "We all make mistakes," this sergean said, his voice filled with the weight of his own experiences. "But we can't let them define us. Maybe, just maybe, we can turn this into something... useful.""

"Exactly, sergeant. Just as in your situation. There is always hope; always a solution. I called officer Lopez here so that he could be a living demonstration for you. I know you still have concerns about what I'm asking you to do. I hope this will help demonstrate how helpful I can be." He signal to officer Lopez to stand away from the desk where he could clearly be seen. He snapped into his fingers and Lopez immediately responds.

Lopez took a deep breath and started to undress. His shirt, a crisp blue uniform top, was the first to come off, revealing a torso that was taut and muscular, a testament to his dedication to fitness.

"STOP!? What's he doing? What type of sick game is this?" Sergeant Kennedy spoke with excitement and anxiety not knowing exactly what was happening. He felt like he was on some sick hidden camera show.

"AT EASE, Sergeant. This is just part of the demonstration I just mentioned." He signal to officer Lopez to continue.

Officer Lopez slides his muscle shirt up to his shoulders. His biceps flexed as the fabric stretched over his head, and his abs rippled like a riverbed in the desert sun. The sergeant's eyes we're wide with shock; he roamed over Lopez's body, noticing the way his muscles played beneath his skin. The young man's shoulders were broad, tapering down to a narrow waist, and his chest was hairless and smooth. Starting at his navel, a treasure trail of hair let down towards his crotch.

Lopez's movements were seductive and sexually charged, but they only made Sergeant Kennedy sick as he realized the officer was being controlled. Officer Lopez was not a willing participant. His eyes were blank and void of emotion as he swayed his body in sensual ways. Sergeant Kennedy turned his head away refusing to watch.

"Sergeant Kennedy, this performance is for your benefit. You're not going to disrespect Lopez by not watching it closely. Is that correct sergeant?" There was a menacing threat in that question.

Sergeant Kennedy returned his gaze to officer Lopez as Lopez was removing his utility belt and starting to slide his zipper open. "Sir, yes sir!", Sergeant Kennedy almost shouted. Swallowing hard. He kept staring. Lopez kicked off his shoes and socks.

Lopez's pants next hit the floor, revealing pale blue and yellow striped boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and outlined his substantial package. He stepped out of his pants, and now only a thin layer of fabric separated his nakedness from the cold stare of the sergeant and the calculating lustful gaze of the lieutenant.

"I've worked for hours with him, sergeant Kennedy. Helping him to learn exactly how to sway his hips, how to slide his hands along his body, and how to stare directly into another man's eyes so as to entice him. I think he's become very skilled. What is your opinion, sergeant?" The question hung in the air demanding a response.

Sergeant Kennedy turned away from the dance and spoke exactly what he knew the sergeant wanted to hear, "He is very skilled Sir." The words stuck in his throat. He felt himself gag as he said them.

The lieutenant laughed. "Yes, sergeant. He is 'very skilled', but I don't believe you are appreciating exactly how skilled. This demonstration is for your benefit so that you will know firsthand exactly what is required of you." A despicable grin developed on the lieutenant's lips.

"Officer Lopez, demonstrate for sergeant Kennedy exactly what you have learned." Lopez dance over to the sergeant and began stroking the big man's chest. He felt Sergeant gasp for air as his fingers touched his shirt. The sergeant did not move except to quiver under his touch.

"You don't mind that officer Lopez is touching you -- isn't that right, sergeant?" Again, it was not a question but a command that demanded a response. "I don't want you to move an inch, sergeant. Officer Lopez will do all the work. Ask officer Lopez to please give you a good demonstration."

Sergeant Kennedy feels the blood rushing to his face as the humiliation continued. He knew he could walk out of this nightmare. He could take Lopez with him. He was not restrained in any way except by his duty to protect his family. He did not know whether even the slightest objection would jeopardize the hundreds of thousands of dollars that were being promised. He cannot take the chance. He said through gritted teeth, "show me your skills ... Please, Officer Lopez." Last last words were spoken as if venom needed to be expelled from his mouth.

With that encouragement, as he had been trained to do, officer Lopez licked the sergeant under his his chin and down along his throat. The Sergeant's Adam's apple bounced with the touch of the man's tongue against it. The Sergeant prayed for the situation to end.

Lopez then slowly began unbuttoning the Sergeant's shirt. He kissed each inch of newly exposed skin as he worked his way down the Sergeant's chest and abs. When he reached the beltline, he slid his hands under the sergeant skin tight muscle shirt. He rubbed the contours of the Sergeant's firm body as his hand slid the white material up and over the Sergeant's head.

Officer Lopez did not move. His shirts were allowed to bind the sergeant's biceps. The necktie still hung from his neck. Officer Lopez continued to grind his body against the sergeant's. He began directing his attention to the Sergeant's left nipple.

Officer Lopez licked the nipple. The sergeants body was salty with the sergeant's sweat. The nipple where his name badge and shield had formerly proudly been displayed were now replaced with saliva on his hairy tit. They were hard not from pride but stimulation.. Officer Lopez moved his tongue expertly. He used circular motions up and over the Sergeant's tit. The Sergeant's breath became heavy as he responded to the officers lured tongue. It felt wonderful even though it disgusted him at the same time.

Sergeant turned his thoughts to his wife. Her satin tongue sliding along his body. It felt so much the same. It felt so good, but then the thought crashed into his mind like a freight train. These sensations were being produced by a Lopez. This man who should have demanded respect but instead was whoring himself out for the pleasure of lieutenant O'Brien. The thought caused bile to rise in his throat.

"That's enough kissing, officer Lopez. We only want to give this sergeant a taste of what he will experience on stage. Officer Lopez has learned his skills well. What did you particularly enjoy, sergeant?" Officer Lopez stepped away from the sergeant. Sergeant Kennedy tried to compose himself relieved that he was no longer being tormented.

" None of it, sir". The sergeant responded with contempt and discuss.

" Come now sergeant surely something was pleasurable. I trained up Officer Lopez myself and I know how lovely his tongue can feel. He has learned exactly how to use his mouth exquisitely."

Sergeant Kennedy turned his eyes upon the lieutenant and gave him a glare that rivaled the heat of the Sun. He spoke not a word.

"This demonstration is not going at all as well as I'd hoped. Perhaps officer Lopez just needs to continue." At the flick of lieutenant's hand, Lopez thank the floor and started to massage the Sergeant's crotch.

Officer Lopez continued to rub his hand along the Sergeant's body as they talked. He played with the Sergeant's belly button. He allowed his fingers to play along The ridges of his abs. He did everything he had been trained to do. Lieutenant turned his eyes away from sergeant Kennedy. He began shuffling some papers on his desk.

"I suppose that is possible. Unbelievable, and disappointing, but I suppose it is possible." Lieutenant returned his attention to Sergeant Kennedy. "I suppose we should make sure you are clear what this performance involves. Officer Lopez remove sergeant Kennedy's pants."

A wave of horror crashed over Sergeant Kennedy. Officer Lopez started to unzip him. The sergeant immediately grabbed the officer's hands. "Sergeant!", we heard the harsh word echo through the office. "You are not to be moving. You are AT EASE! Let go of officer Lopez's wrist and stand as you've been trained to do". The lieutenant pause for a moment and regain his composure. "Of course if you want to renege on our deal, you can leave now."

Sergeant Kennedy responded loudly, "no, sir! I was just startled. I want you and officer Lopez to continue. I need to pay off this debt." The immense gravity of the situation became clear to him as he spoke the words. He released the officers wrist and grab tightly his own behind his back. He stared straight ahead and resolved not to move.

He heard his gun belt fall to the floor. He felt his belt being unbuckled. Hr felt his pants being unbuttoned and his zipper being lowered. He felt his pants dropped to his knees. And then he felt his genitals being exposed in a way that he had never imagined could happen.

He felt officer Lopez licked the tip of his dick. It sent shock waves through his body. The shame, the humiliation mixed with the adrenaline surging through his body giving him a hard-on like he had not experienced in years. Lopez lick the length of his shaft causing shivers throughout his body. As he felt Lopez's lips and circling his member, he moaned audibly. He wanted it to stop but his body ached for the climax. Sergeant Kennedy began rocking his hips driving his dick further into officer Lopez's mout"

"STOP! That's enough! I want sergeant Kennedy to be in prime shape for his performance." Lopez medley stood up and wiped the pre-c** from his lips. Sergeant Kennedy was stunned by the turn of events. His dick was throbbing with the need to shoot.

Officer Lopez went back to his previous position in the room and began stroking himself again. "Officer Lopez, please, continue your demonstration for this sergeant." Sergeant Lopez reproducing his shirts, and put his still hard dick back into his pants.

With trembling hands, Lopez hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his blue and yellow striped boxer briefs and began to pull it down. His cock sprang free, hard and erect from the combination of fear and the thrill of humiliation. He stroked it once, twice, the action almost mechanical, as if he were performing a duty he'd done a thousand times before. Sergeant Kennedy wondered to himself how close his estimate might be.

"Very good, officer Lopez. He has agreed to do this for me for the next 5 years as penitence for his crimes against those women. It used to embarrass him but I think he almost enjoys it now."

"Do you enjoy performing like this, officer Lopez?" The lieutenant smiles lasciviously at him.

Officer Lopez's face remained a mask of obedience, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and resentment. "Yes, sir," he replied in a monotone voice, his hand still moving up and down his shaft.

"You can stroke him if you like, Sergeant Kennedy. He is trained to accept any sort of touch that I direct him to accept. I want you to stroke him." He stared at Sergeant Kennedy with a look that left no doubt that that was an order and not just a simple request.

Sergeant Kennedy's stomach churned, his mind racing with the implications of what he was being asked to do. He had seen and done a lot of things in his 25 years on the force, but nothing had ever made him feel quite as dirty as this. With a hand that felt like it was made of lead, he reached out and took hold of Lopez's erect member, his skin hot and firm under his touch.

Lopez closed his eyes and leaned in slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. It was clear that he was used to this, that he had been degraded in this way before, and that knowledge only made Kennedy feel more sickened. He stroked the young officer's cock with a gentle firmness that belied his revulsion, his eyes never leaving Lopez's face.

Lopez's movements grew more urgent as Kennedy touched him, his hips starting to thrust slightly with each stroke. It was a dance of power and submission that played out in the silent room, a dance that had been performed far too many times. The sergeant felt his own arousal building again despite himself, his dick still remembering the touch of Lopez's lips, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was being asked to do.

"F-faster, SIR." Lopez breathed, his voice barely audible. "Harder. SIR!"

Kennedy's hand moved faster, his grip tightening around the young officer's cock as he watched the emotions play out on Lopez's face. It was a mask of pleasure and pain, of desire and humiliation, and it was a sight that made Marcus feel like he was drowning in a sea of moral ambiguity. Lopez's hips began to grind more rapidly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sergeant could feel the tension building, the heat emanating from the young man's body as he approached climax.

With a strangled cry, Lopez's body tensed, and then he was coming, his hot seed spurting out in a thick, white arc that landed with a wet splatter on the cold linoleum floor. The room was filled with the scent of sex and desperation, a scent that seemed to cling to the very air around them. The sound of his orgasm echoed off the walls, a testament to his submission and O'Brien's twisted power play.

Kennedy loosened his grip on the officer's cock. He watched Lopez tremble from the release. He wondered what would happen next. "Clean that up," ordered the lieutenant as he pointed towards the sperm covered floor, his voice cold and detached. "And be quick about it."

With a sense of degradation that seemed to seep into his very soul, Sergeant Kennedy watched as Lopez dropped to his knees. The officer's face contorted in a mix of humiliation and anger. He leaned over and licked up his own semen from the floor, his tongue feeling the roughness of the linoleum underneath. Each swipe of his tongue brought with it a taste of the grime embedded in the floor and a new wave of self-loathing, a stark reminder of his punishment.

Once he had finished, Lopez quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began to dress, his movements jerky and mechanical. His eyes never left the floor, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Kennedy couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the young man. Despite the situation, he knew that Lopez had once had dreams of making a difference in the world, dreams that had been twisted and perverted by the very system he had sought to serve.

Sergeant Kennedy abuses Officer Lopez

As officer Lopez finished dressing, he smoothed his uniform to its original crisp state. No one but three men who had been present would ever suspect anything but a routine meeting had occurred. Lieutenant O'Brien barked, "You are DISMISSED!"

The officer said loudly as he had done on many other occasions, "Sir, yes, Sir! A pleasure to be of service! Sir!" and with precision officer Lopez left the office.