“Well, well, well, and look who we have here,” Emil Geary called out in a mocking tone, as he was exiting the gym after his workout that early Saturday evening. “Officer Dumb Cop!”

Turning at the sound of the derisive sounding voice, Police Officer, Zach Nathan, who was just unlocking his personal car, saw Emil and his seemed to chill in his veins.

“Ah dick,” the navy blue uniformed officer whispered, as he watched the hugely muscular Emil stepping toward him, grinning evilly from ear to ear.

“UM, hello Sir,” the cop piped up. “Always good to see you, but as you know, I would prefer it if you didn’t call me Officer Dumb Cop…”

When Emil was standing mere inches from the unnerved police officer, him still grinning evilly, he said, “Really Officer Dumb Cop? And what would YOU suggest I call a cop who’s as dumb as you?”

Suddenly feeling angry, the cop clenched this teeth, pointed at the nameplate pinned to his uniform shirt and seethed, “I suggest you address me as Officer Nathan, Sir…the way it reads here.”

“HEH,” Emil chuckled and ran two fingertips over the cop’s nameplate. “This nameplate is totally incorrect. It should read, “Dumb Cop!!”

And then, in a sweeping fast motion, the muscle bound guy tore the cop’s badge off his uniform shirt and deposited it in his open gym bag.

“Hey, now see here, Sir!!” Officer Nathan blathered, feeling totally ashamed, seeing as various passersby had just witnessed him having his badge, his pride and joy taken right off his uniform shirt. “You give me my badge this instant, Sir!”

Chuckling again, Emil said, “Oh Officer Dumb Cop, how you talk. It seems to me you’re in need of one of my lessons, one of my many lessons.”

Clenching his big hands into fists at his sides, the cop, his teeth still clenched, said in a gurgling sounding voice, “And what kind of lesson might you have in mind for me today, Sir?”

“See what I mean Officer Dumb Cop?” Emil asked sarcastically. “After all the time we’ve known each other you still can’t figure out what I would have in mind for you after I’ve just worked out really hard. And you even saw me just now coming out of the gym!! JEEZ, how was I so cursed with you, Officer Dumb Cop?”

Breathing heavily, Officer Nathan said, “Sir, seeing as you’ve subjected me to so many lessons over time, why don’t you just tell me what you have planned for me today?”

Nodding his head frustratingly from side to side, Emil said, “Okay, I’ll help you figure it out, Officer Dumb Cop.”

“Thank you Sir,” the cop replied.

Trailing his fingers up and down the cop’s uniform tie, Emil said, in a most commanding tone, “Look at my feet, Officer Dumb Cop, look down at my goddamned feet!!”

The cop quickly did as he had been ordered.

“What do you see, Officer Dumb Cop?” Emil sneered. “And God help you if you say you see my feet!”

“Sir, I see that you’re wearing white sneakers and black sweat socks,” Officer Nathan yammered. “And seeing as you’re still in your gym shorts and a tank top that tells me you didn’t shower after your workout.”

Tugging the cop’s uniform tie at that point, Emil said, “HMMM…there may be hope for you yet, Officer Dumb Cop!”

Reluctantly, the cop said, “Thank you, Sir.”



“But you’re right Officer Dumb Cop, I haven’t showered,” Emil went on. “And before I came here to the gym I went for a two hour jog in this hot weather we’re having at the moment, so you can just imagine how sweaty and ripely scented my feet are at this point!!”

“Yes Sir, very ripely scented,” the cop said, sounding . “Now I think I know what lessons you have in mind for me today, Sir.”

Emil let go of the cop’s tie and pointed to the unlocked car.

“Good, you can drive us to my apartment,” Emil said. “Unless you’ve got somewhere you need to be, Officer Dumb Cop?”

“UM, no Sir, I just got off duty and was headed home,” Officer Nathan replied.

“Headed home wearing your uniform?” Emil asked.

“Yes Sir, I’m off for the next three days and I have all my uniforms at home to be washed,” the cop responded.

As he settled into the passenger seat and as Officer Nathan settled into the driver’s seat, Emil said, “Good plan. Like I said, there just may be hope for you after all, Officer Dumb Cop…”

As Officer Nathan started his car he muttered, “Jeez Sir, I really wish you would stop calling me that…”

With that, as the cop pulled his car out and into the traffic Emil snatched his nameplate off his uniform shirt and deposited it in his gym bag along with the officer’s badge…

“Give me a good reason to stop calling you that and I will, now just drive me and you to your house…” Emil said harshly. “And now that I’ve taken your nameplate there won’t be any further confusion where your name is, Officer Dumb Cop…HEH…”

With a bitter expression etched on his handsome face the cop simply said, “Yes Sir…”

A short while later, Officer Zach Nathan pulled up in front of his house, he parked his car…

…and with his hands still on the steering wheel, his head hanging down…

…and his cock painfully erect in his uniform pants, the cop waited…

“Twink oh twink, but you know this routine all too well, Officer Dumb Cop,” Emil jeered at the officer. “Do what you know you’re supposed to do.”

“Yes Sir, I do,” the cop muttered, alighted from the car, sprinted over to the passenger side and opened the door for Emil, as if he were the man’s chauffeur.

When Emil climbed out of the car he looked at some of the houses across from the officer’s.

“Wonder if any of your neighbors saw you opening the car door for me, Officer Dumb Cop,” the man said.

Looking at his neighbor’s houses, the cop softly said, “I sure as all hell hope not…”

“HEH, poor dumb cop,” Emil laughed. “Now, let’s go inside. You can carry my gum bag.”

“Yes Sir, the cop replied, reached down into the car, picked up Emil’s gym bag, and followed the man to the house’s front door.

Once in the house, Emil instructed Officer Nathan to place the gym bag on the floor in the living room. As the cop again did as had been told he looked longingly at the accursed gym bag, wanting to retrieve his badge and nameplate from it…

…but he knew better than to defy Emil…

Stepping over to the wet bar that was set up in the living room, Emil asked the cop, “Do you want a soda before we begin your lesson for today, Officer Dumb Cop?”

“UM, no Sir…” the cop replied, and him seeing as Emil noticed the way his overly erect cock was now tenting his uniform pants. “And seeing as you just worked out hard at the gym I don’t think it’s a good idea if you soda either…”

Emil stepped slowly over to where the cop was standing. He strongly cupped Officer Nathan’s chin in one big hand and as he caressed the cop’s cheek with his thick thumb, he said, “Listen Officer Dumb Cop. I’m not an idiot like you. But, being that I did just recently work out all I planned was a of cool seltzer.”

The cop swallowed hard, his lips quivered, and he said, “Yes Sir, sorry Sir…”

“Better, Officer Dumb Cop,” Emil jeered in the cop’s face, squeezing his chin harder. “Now kneel yourself down in front of the hassock by the couch. I’ll be with you shortly.”

Before uncapping the cop’s chin, Emil pecked the officer on his quivering lips and stepped back over to the wet bar.

Breathing heavily, Officer Nathan whispered, “Yes Sir,” and once again did as Emil had instructed. He undid his gear belt, placed it on the couch and knelt in front of the hassock.

A few short moments later Emil sat down comfortably on the couch, propped his feet on the hassock the cop was kneeling in front of, sipped his iced seltzer and said, “Okay Officer Dumb Cop, get busy making my tired stinky feet feel good. And seeing as we’ve been through this before I expect you to do a good job!”

Placing his hands on Emil’s right foot, the cop said, “Yes Sir…”

…and slowly undid the sneaker’s lace…

Watching the cop, Emil’s already rage hard cock in his gym shorts churned and he could feel it dribbling pre cum.

When the lace of his first sneaker was undone, Emil snapped his fingers…

…and as if programmed, as if he were a robot, the cop sucked the two ends of the lace into his mouth and sucked them…

…as if he were giving them a blowjob…

“HAH, look at you, just fucking look at you, fucking dumb cop!” Emil razzed the officer. “And you tell me not to call you Officer Dumb Cop. What smart cop sucks a man’s sneaker laces?”

Instead of responding to the man’s question, Officer Nathan sucked the sneaker lace harder…

It was when Emil again snapped his fingers that the cop ceased sucking the sneaker laces, let them drop out of his mouth, and he slowly began prying the sneaker off Emil’s right foot, loosening it at the sides first…

…and inhaling deeply as the musty odor began escaping from the man’s sneaker.

“Yeah, like I said Officer Dumb Cop, just look at you, now you’re sniffing in the funky stink from my sneaker,” Emil taunted the cop.

But the officer again didn’t say a word…

…instead, he slowly slid the sneaker off Emil’s foot and placed it HARD over his nose and mouth…

…and as he deeply inhaled the sneaker’s funky odor, his erection raged in his uniform pants…

…as did Emil’s in his gym shorts…

“OHHHHH…yes…OHHHHHH…fuck…” Officer Nathan was panting into the smelly sneaker…

He then pressed it further against his face and Emil knew he was now licking AND kissing the inside of it.

“Oh yeah, Officer Dumb Cop, I know how much you love my stinky sneakers but don’t forget to give my sweat sock the respect it deserves…” Emil ordered.

With the sneaker still over his nose and mouth, in between inhaling its odor and even licking it a bit, the cop muttered, “I won’t forget, Sir.”

When Officer Nathan had had enough of sniffing Emil’s sneaker, or, perhaps after he had sniffed and ed all the odor out of the sneaker, the cop placed the sneaker on the floor next to the hassock and leaned reverently over Emil’s black sweat socked foot.

He pressed his nose gingerly against the man’s socked toes and Emil wiggled his toes, teasing the cop.

“MMMMMMM…” was the sound the cop made.

“How does that sweat sock smell, Officer Dumb Cop?” Emil asked mockingly.

Sniffing and kissing his way now up and down and up and down the bottom of Emil’s socked foot, the cop huffed, “It smells wonderfully musty, Sir, very funky. It smells like Sir worked out very hard earlier at the gym.”

“Got that right you dickty excuse for a man!” Emil taunted the officer of the law. “I worked out like a real man, not like the fake you are!”

“Y-yes Sir,” the cop replied, arched his head a bit and proceeded to lick and kiss the heel of Emil’s socked foot now…

…and then kissed and sniffed his way back up the bottom of the man’s smelly socked foot.

“Yeah, you’ve got this down real well, Officer Dumb Cop,” Emil chuckled.

Taking Emil’s socked foot in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging it, sniffing it at the same time, Officer Nathan said, “Well, seeing as I’ve got this down real good Sir, could you perhaps stop calling me Officer Dumb Cop?”

“HEH, ask me that one more time and after you’re done with my feet I’ll string you up upside down and flog the stuffing out of you, Officer Dumb Cop!!” Emil said harshly.

“S-sorry Sir, very sorry,” the cop stammered…

…and when Emil snapped his fingers yet again Officer Nathan slurped the man’s funky tasting sweat socked toes into his mouth…

…as deeply as possible…

“Yeah, you love my rancid tasting socked toes Officer Dumb Cop,” Emil said, mocking the cop all the more.

As Officer Nathan dribbled over Emil’s socked toes and sucked up his saliva, sending chills through the man the cop’s erection throbbed like a thing alive in his uniform pants.

After a good while the toes’ section of Emil’s black sweat sock was soaked and glistening with the cop’s saliva…

…so as the cop bobbed his head up and down, continuing to suck the man’s socked toes, it was more like he was giving Emil’s toes a blowjob, as he had done earlier with the laces of his sneaker.

“AWWWWHHHH MAN, you may be a dumb cop, but you sure know how to treat a man’s feet,” Emil said. “I guess you’re worth keepin’ around for that reason…HA!!!”

The cop stopped sucking Emil’s socked toes, held his foot tight, planted a few kisses along the top of the man’s foot then along the balls of his foot, and whispered, “My man’s feet…my man’s wonderful feet…”

Shortly, Officer Nathan had taken Emil’s black sweat sock off his foot and went instantly to work sucking the man’s now bare toes…

“HEH, you REALLY love my raw naked toes, eh Officer Dumb Cop?” Emil asked the officer.

In response the cop slurped and sucked the man’s toes more and more vigorously…

…and when he trailed his tongue between those toes Emil moaned and groaned in a man’s passion…

…the tent in his gym shorts throbbing, as if it were alive…

“AWWWWWWHHHH YEAH, fucking best Officer Dumb Cop I’ve ever met,” Emil gasped throatily. “Maybe a dumb cop, but great at feet service!! And just think you dumb cop, you still have my other foot to get to!”

“Y-yes Sir,” the cop whispered…

…cradled the man’s naked foot in his hands and with tears of joy in his eyes he again sucked Emil’s toes into his mouth…

This time the sounds of slurping filled the room, as Officer Nathan chowed down on Emil’s foot stink…

“Yeah, that’s it Officer Dumb Cop, and don’t forget to tongue between my toes again,” Emil ordered in a harsh tone. “I really sweat like a banshee there…”

The cop nodded and quickly went to work tonguing between the man’s toes for the second time that late afternoon…

…and the cop knew that by the time Emil let him get to work on his other foot it would be close to night time…

As Police Officer Zach Nathan serviced Emil’s foot and as his erect cock continued to throb and was now oozing pre cum in his uniform pants, he thought how he had a wonderful life…

…he was able to be a full throttle bad ass cop in his working hours…

…and because of Emil, he was able to feed (literally feed) his submissive nature during his off hours…

After the cop had serviced Emil’s naked right foot to the man’s satisfaction, the police officer found himself hunkered further up now on his knees…

…and he had lowered Emil’s gym shorts and briefs down around the man’s tree trunk-like thighs and he was heartily sucking his flagpole of an erection, swirling his tongue dexterously round and round it, knowing how much that drove Emil to heights of ecstasy, even before he climaxed…

“OH YEAH, oh yes, fucking Officer Dumb Cop, not only do you love my damned smelly sneakers, socks and naked feet but you love sucking my cock,” Emil huffed…

…as he lovingly ran a huge open palm over and over the cop’s head, tugging his earlobes, and thrusting his erection madly in and out of the cop’s craw…

“AWWWWWWHHHH fuck yes, Officer Dumb Cop, and after I cum and after you swallow every drop of my cum offering you can get busy on my left foot…it still requires servicing…” Emil went on, speaking gutturally.

The cop momentarily stopped sucking Emil’s cock, looked up at the man, said, “Yes Sir!” and quickly slurped his cock back into his eager mouth…

Soon, Emil announced, as he was thrusting madly in and out of the cop’s mouth, “AWWWWWHHH, fuck, fuck, gonna cum now you dumb cop, fucking Officer Dumb Cop!!! FUCK YES!!!”

With that, the cop jammed his cock in the cop’s mouth and began spurting his mess, howling like a werewolf as he did so…

“HHHHHHHAAWWWWW, HOOOOOOOO fucking fucks, having my feet serviced sure does make my cock all hot and bothered you dumb fucking cop!!” the man thundered, watching as Officer Nathan’s jaws worked double time along with his throat, as he swallowed every drop of sperm that he was feeding him.

“MMMMMMMMM…” Officer Nathan hummed around Emil’s cock, causing the man to cum and CUM all the more down his throat.

“FUCKING FUCKS, not losing a drop of my good stuff,” Emil sputtered.

“Like I said earlier, maybe there’s hope for you after all, Officer Dumb Cop…

Still swallowing as the last remnants of the man’s ball juice was being spurt into his mouth, the cop nodded his head up and down, and agreeing with what the man had just said it seemed…

When Emil was spent, the cop was lovingly swirling his tongue round and round AND round and round just the crown of his cock, teasing his slimy cum soaked slit with the tip of his tongue, sending chills and shivers through the man, as he was basking in the afterglow…

…goosebumps had broken out all over Emil’s muscular, Herculean body and when he had sort of caught his breath he throatily said, “HEH, I know what my Officer Dumb Cop wants now…just can’t get enough…”

With that, Emil began spurting again in the cop’s mouth, this time feeding him his sour tasting piss…

…and Officer Zach Nathan scoffed that down as eagerly as he had the man’s cum…

“HOOOOOOO yeah, always have to piss like a damned racehorse after I’ve cum,” Emil panted. “And God knows that was some cum I just had, Officer Dumb Cop…”

As the cop went on slurping down every drop of the man’s lemonade, he carefully nodded his head up and down, making sure not to lose a single drop of the piss he was sodaing. Although, a good flogging, as Emil had threatened him with earlier always put his nether regions in motion, just as feet worshiping did, as did sucking cock and all the benefits that went with that, scoffing down cum and then sodaing the man’s piss…

…for whatever the reason, Officer Nathan truly wanted to concentrate that day on Emil’s feet and cock…

AND, it always amazed him since they had met of how Emil always knew just what he needed at any given moment…

Fuck that, it was as if Emil was able to read his mind…

And after he had gulped down every last drop of the man’s piss, he was then paying mouth and lip service to Emil’s other foot…

…beginning as he had earlier…

…by sucking the lace of the sneaker still on Emil’s foot and looking forward to worshiping his black sweat socked foot and then his bare foot…

The cop knew in his heart that he was far from dumb, but he also knew he had a great life as Emil’s personal servant… /The End?/