Cop-killer

The cop had been found beaten to death.  And he'd been beaten bad - broken
legs, broken arms, cracked ribs, a bruised and bloodied face and torso - and he’d been fucked. That didn’t show up on the report.

He'd been found naked - and disarmed, left in an alleyway.  Every cop in the
division was set on catching the perps - it was felt it must be some bad-
ass gang, to smash up a cop this bad.   The cop had been on community duty, doing
door-to-door, meeting the neighborhood. One morning a package, a
videotape, arrived at the precinct, the note with it purported to be from
the killer.   The investigating officers - Murray and Johnson - sat in the
squad room and watched the tape.

It opened in the large main area  of a house - or  apartment.   It appeared that
the camera was on a tripod because the shot-angle  changed once -  then
twice.  It was obvious that there were a number of cameras set up - and
that whoever had made the tape was a pretty good film-editor.   

Suddenly into shot walked a man.   He was spectacular - both Murray and Johnson sat up
in their chairs.   Blonde, about 6'2", and athletic.   He was wearing a
workout outfit - tight, black shorts, which bulged amazingly;  showed off some
spectacular abs - a complete six-pack, bronzed and glistening, like
cobblestones. His arms were toned, pure muscle.   His legs, long and muscled, were 
corded  and strong.   He was barefoot.   His face, as handsome as any model sported proud high-cheek bones.   His medium 
length blonde hair was styled. He looked fit, confident - almost cocky  and very - dangerous.   There was a definite 
feline menace with the way he moved towards the camera.   He smiled sweetly.

"Well, hi there boys.  ‘Spose you’ve been looking for me,” he spoke with a forced southern drawl as he ran a 
thick hand over his obvious musculature. “Surprised you ain’t found me yet.” He winked.  “Do keep 
watching - I’m about to put on a real fun show for ye."

With that he blew a kiss to the camera - then set up a heavy boxing bag
square in the face of the camera.  He began to work out on the bag - he
was a martial artist, clearly.   The cops grew uncomfortable watching this
- that such a studly young man could do suuch damage to this heavy bag with
an impressive array of high kicks, punching and knee combos, didn't make
them feel too 'ordinary'.  And all the while it was apparent that he knew
he was on camera - he would look occasionally at the camera while hitting
the shit out of the bag, smile sexily, then keep up the
work. He was good. Next, he sauntered out of the shot, then returned with 
two huge dumbbells. Effortlessly he began to curl them, all the while staring 
straight into the camera. “I like to warm up with these honeys. They’re 200 
pounds - each.” He continued to curl, unfazed by the mounting repetitions.

After about five minutes of this - Murray and Johnson were dumbfounded as they 
watched - the door bell sounded.   He set the weights down, smiled broadly and 
stepped up to the camera.

"Ah, our leading lady.” He grasped his huge crotch and squeezed it suggestively. “So, 
here we go gentlemen. Cop killer - take one - remember, keep watching - I'm sure you'll get
quite a kick out of this."

He sprang over to the door - the camera angles changing subtly.  He opened the door. Standing 
there was a cop -THE cop, the dead cop. Sergeant. Howard Murray and Johnson sat forward in 
their chairs -what in the hell was about to happen?

The muscle guy smiled sweetly at the cop. "Oh good morning officer - sorry, is there a problem?"

"Not at all sir." Sergeant Howard stammered, somewhat taken aback by Mel’s appearance.

"It's just that I thought maybe I was making too much noise - I was working out." Mel raised 
his large arm and leaned against the door jam. A thick musky odor permeated the room.

"No, ah sir. I’m Officer Howard of the LPPD - just doing some neighborhood visits to advise 
on personal security. There have been a number of assaults around here - particularly nasty ones.”

“Oh?” Mel’s thick eyebrows rose in mock concern as he finished sizing up his prey. “Nasty, you say?

“Yes sir, very nasty. Men found beaten to death.   We're worried that the assailant, well that he
might start on men who lives alone next."

"Who could do such a thing? Won't you please come in - perhaps you can share some of your 
expertise  on protecting myself."

The cop walked in - he was young, and big - but it looked like it was flab
as opposed to muscle.   His gun belt rode on his fleshy hips.   He looked
around the room - and saw the punch bag

"Oh - do you box?"

He smiled broadly - and ran his finger over the worn-out bag.

"Oh - Yes, I box, a few other things as well.  My name is Mel.  What's your name officer?" Mel 
reached out his hand.

The cop shuffled a little uneasily, taking it. Contact.

"I'm-I'm-I'm Officer Howard."

"And do you box, Officer Howard?"

"A lot - I mean, I used to.. at the academy."

Mel stood in front of Officer Howard - and began to work on cricks in his gorgeous
arms and full shoulders.   Although he was big, Mel was about three inches
taller - and looked stronger, more menacing.  All the while he was holding
his gaze with his deep blue eyes.  Officer Howard looked him up and down -
unconsciously.  He smiled at him.

"Oh - you like what you see do you, Officer Howard?"  He beamed at him,
his eyes sparkling.

"Sorry, no sir - I mean yes - I mean - you look like you really worked up a sweat on that bag."

"Oh yeah - I love working out on the bag - in fact, there's only one thing
I like more than working out on the bag."   He left this hanging in mid-
air.

"And what's that?" Officer Howard asked hoarsely.

"I like to work out on men."   
The officer fell back in surprise and ran his finger down his chest and
stomach and towards the buckle of his gun belt.   He gulped.

"You were going to show me some ways to protect myself. I’ve been trying out a few sparing moves. 
Do you know something, Officer Howard?   I'd really like to spar with you
- you look pretty fit.   And you're a traiined law officer - you'd be a real
challenge.   What do you say?"   He smiled at him, continuing to stroke his body.

"Well, I don't know. I am on duty," he hesitated.

"Exactly. Come on - this room is big enough.   I'll wear my workout kit, you
wear your uniform. Yeah - Just take off your belt and we'll get started."
   
Officer Howard got the message.  He liked to box and to wrestle. He quickly took off his 
gun belt and placed it in the corner of the room while Mel  cleared away the
punching bag.   They faced each other - Mel circled him slowly.   He drew his
hands up in a boxer's stance.   Officer Howard looked uncomfortable - he'd
perhaps expected a bit of 'wrestling', but not this.

"Come on, put up your dukes."

He also adopted a boxing stance - and began to shadow his movements.  He
threw a slow punch at his head - he dodged uncertainly.   He moved a
little more quickly now, a little more light on his feet.  Howard tried to keep
up, but began to puff slightly - and a few beads of perspiration began to
appear.  Mel threw another slow punch - again he dodged.

"Come on Officer Howard, throw a punch at me."  He smiled at him.

" I don't want to hurt you."

He giggled.

"Oh don't worry, you won't be hurting me. I’ll be fine. Come on."

Officer Howard looked unsure - then Mel did something completely unexpected.   He
sissy-slapped him.   It was a hard blow - his head flew to the side.   He
looked shocked - Mel laughed.

"Come on - try to hit me."

Howard  still didn't move - so Mel slapped him again.   And again - and again.

"Now Officer Howard - you're not really trying.    Come at me - or I'll
slap you again."

He now backhand slapped him.   At this moment Officer Howard’s temper got the better
of him - and he threw a punch at his head.  Mel reacted with lightning
speed, ducking under his roundhouse and delivered a combination of swift
blows - one to his side, a second almost simultaneously to his gut and then
an uppercut to the chin - the earlier slowness of pace of his punches
suddenly disappearing.  Officer Howard staggered backwards and leaned against the wall,
wheezing.  Mel clapped his hands together - and jogged from foot to foot.

"Come on Officer Howard, back to it. You’re doing great"

"Mel," he coughed some blood speckled phlegm from his mouth, "I think
this has gone far enough."

He laughed - and adopted a martial arts stance - then delivered a
roundhouse kick against an imaginary opponent - if the opponent had been
7'2", his foot would still have smacked square into his jaw.

"But Officer Howard, we've only just started."

Officer Howard moved towards the door - the blond sprang at him.   He spun round on his 
foot and delivered a kick to his face - a loud slap sounding when his bared
foot hit his fleshy jaw.   He fell backwards.   He then followed up -
jumping on him, holding him up by the collar with one hand while punching him repeatedly
in the face with the other - his biceps now flexing dangerously.  He
dropped him to the floor.

"Now now, Officer Howard Is that the best you've got? What about those defensive moves?" He strode 
sexily over to the corner where his gun belt lay.   His frightened eyes followed him as Mel drew 
the pistol.   He looked at it - then at him - and smirked.   He
withdrew the magazine - and threw it into a far corner of the room.  He
then drew the nightstick and tossed it over to him. Officer Howard grabbed for it.

"I won't need a weapon to do what I have to do - but I think you're going
to need that."

He strode back to him - towering over him.   Mel leaned down - and picked him up off the floor like an 
inflatable doll.  The cop held the nightstick at his side.   Again, Mel took a
fighting pose then sneered at him - he did a double biceps flex in his face.

"Let's go, fat boy."  His tone was now completely different - menacing, cold, contemptuous.

Officer Howard looked shocked - as though he now realized that he had a real fight on
his hands. Something was very wrong here.  He swung at him with the stick.   He dodged under it and rose 
his leg into his gut.  He wheezed as the blond stud grabbed his arm and twisted it round - he seemed 
incapable of facing down his superior strength and
physique.   The nightstick fell from his hand.   Mel then elbowed him in
the face, and then delivered a head butt.   He fell onto the floor again.
He picked up the stick and smacked him in the face with it.  He went to
repeat the move - but stopped.

"No - that's no real fun.  Here, watch this. This is you, Officer Howard.”

Then staring right into one of the cameras, Mel huge arms got more massive, still as he began to bend the 
night stick. The reinforced fiberglass cracked then slowly began to crumble in Mel’s superhuman grip.

"I'm afraid that this room is heavily soundproofed, so no one can hear what goes on in here. You see, I had 
to have it soundproofed so I could bring those men back here in order to kill them."

Officer Howard stood shakily - not believing what he'd heard.

"Yes - I killed them, with my bare hands, with my body - just like I'm
killing you now.  I killed them after I fucked them, Officer Howard. You ever been royally fucked?” Mel was 
cupping his sizable but still soft dick with one hand. “A lot of guys would kill to get fucked with this. But 
me, I like it the other way around.” As he spoke, Mel began a slow sensual striptease. “You see, I've been training as a
fighter since I was a small child.   I hold a third clan black belt in karate,
and black belts in tae-kwon-do , kick boxing and judo.   I've also trained
for years as a gymnast, a swimmer and as a wrestler.   So you see -
my body is a finely honed, immensely strong steely weapon. Don’t you agree, Officer Howard?” Mel, now 
totally naked performed an incredible double biceps pose. Mel looked down and as if on cue flexed his 
massive cock and it began to harden. Mel chuckled as he watched the policeman’s face register awe and 
amazement. Gay or straight, no man could resist this sight.

“But this is my crowning glory, honey. It’s about eleven inches long now. And these bull sacks are full 
of thick white cum. Probably your forensic boys are still analyzing it. Wanna taste?” Mel stepped forward 
invitingly. Ever sucked a real man’s cock, Officer Howard?” Not receiving any reply - it really didn’t 
matter, Mel continued.   “And do you know what - I'm recording all this." He looked at the camera.   
"Yeah - he's big, but it's all flab
-he must have a good twenty pounds on me,  even though I'm about 3 inches
taller than him - but I'm all muscle - I'm only 3% body fat, you know?"

He leaned down - and pulled him up again.   Officer Howard looked woozy, like he couldn't
take much more of this.  Mel prodded him in the stomach.

"Mmmm - nice and soft.   You know what I like to do to nice big, flabby,
soft stomachs?  Lemme show you."

With that he punched him in the gut - a real hard punch.   He doubled over
- and dry heaved his breakfast onto the flloor.  Mel laughed - and ran his
fingers over his own tight, firm, muscular, washboard abs, and up around his twelve inch dick.

"And there go the doughnuts. How about some nice thick cum to  fill you up again?”"

He lay on the floor, wheezing and murmuring.

"What's that, hon?" he asked.

"I said please stop - I can't take any more of this."

"What?  After just the warm-up?  They don't train you very well, do they?
Come on - on your feet."

He pulled him for the third time. But Officer Howard saw his chance - and punched Mel in the stomach. 
Mel didn't move - Howard pulled his hand back and howled with pain.

"Ooo. That must’ve hurt.” Mel winced. “Sorry - I do four thousand sit-ups a day - oh yes, and I 
usually cum five or six times a day, too"

He then clotheslined him, knocking him unconscious.  Humming, Mel easily picked him
up in his arms and carried him, like a baby, to a long metal table.  He
laid him down.  He looked over at the camera.

"Now we really go to work on Officer Howard."

Deftly he removed the cop’s uniform. With incredible strength, he tore the jacket, shirt, pants, even 
the shoes away like gift wrapping. He began to flex his by now pumped up arms. 

“Tsk, tsk tsk,” Mel shook his head, as he felt around the officer’s naked body. “Pretty disgraceful. “ Oh well...”

 Centering himself, he delivered a blow to one of his legs - the sickening sound of cracking bones 
demonstrated that he had just broken a man's leg with a single blow.
Officer Howard came round, screaming.  Mel grabbed his arm out at full
stretch - and leveled a crooked elbow above it.

"No - please.." he pleaded.

"Sorry. Remember the night stick?"

He came down on the arm - another clean break.  The officer now passed out with the
pain.  Mel slapped him in the face, bringing him round.  He then dragged
him off the table and threw him onto the floor, his broken limbs lying
useless by his side.

"I’m thinking pig fuck.” Mel raised his middle finger then flipped it at the camera. Then he jammed it 
completely inside, Howard’s ass, rimming him brutally Almost as quickly he replaced that finger with 
his twelve inch fuck pole.

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped as he plowed deeper and deeper. In a little over a minute, he roared his first 
orgasm just pulling out in time to show cupfuls of thick white jizz to the camera audience.

“Well that sure worked for me, there Officer Howard.” Mel gloated. “Time to get cracking on those well-insulated ribs."

Mel half pulled him up by his collar - and then clenched his upper body
between his thighs.  And then he started to squeeze.  The muscles in his
legs - especially in his thighs - began to pump up. Once positioned, Mel began to brazenly jerk off. 
Officer Howard screamed with pain.

"Pretty buff, huh?   That's all thanks to the gymnastics and swimming
training.   I've crushed rocks between my legs."

Audible on the tape was the sound of the bones of his ribcage cracking , Mel’s orgasmic panting and the 
slick whacking of his steel hard dick.

"Uh-uh. What’s say we do this together, babe?There goes one rib..uh-uh. there goes another and oh god, 
there’s three!."  He grinned and panted  with pleasure, shooting copious shards of white com into Howard’s face.

He picked  his body up off the floor as easily as a small pet, then laid him on his back on the steel table.  
Gently he let the Officer’s head dangle nearly unconscious over the edge. Then he cruelly jammed his left thumb 
inside the man’s jaw and squeezed, knowing what excruciating pain this would cause. 

“That’s it cop. Start floppin’. I got another load for ya.” Mel wailed. as he crammed his dick inside the 
police officer’s mouth. Enjoying the great ride Howard was providing Mel applied incredible pressure to 
various nerve centers with his free hand thereby increasing the throat action he was enjoying on his dick. 
He was taking longer to come this time knowing this would be it  for Officer Howard. Just as he reached 
orgasm, he pulled free and in one smooth, deadly action, crushed the hapless cop’s head between his thighs 
The splash of thick cum  and the snaps and pops which sounded like crisp melon were clearly audible.

"Whew. So now I've got one fat, dead cop on my hands."
He looked at the camera.

"But there'll be more before I'm finished - I promise..."