Bad Cop, Good Cop

 By Sazzoray

Crime was rife and the cops were having trouble keeping the criminal element off the streets. This was due to the overcrowding in prisons and something had to be done. That was when the Government came up with the wrist lasers. Initially there were no restrictions on their power and could be easily stolen from an injured cop. Their use was simple, they were lasers of pure energy that would compact all molecular structures from inanimate objects to living tissue. They were powered simply by bodily reflexes. When they were first brought into use many of the younger, less experienced officers were a little over anxious with their new weapons and would shrink some criminals down to a matter of just a few millimetres. These tiny criminals would just be left on the streets to fend for themselves as at that size they would be of no further threat to society. This was however frowned upon by the Government and the lasers were to be recalled and disposed of. That is until they came up with a new modification to the original design. With this the lasers were now built with a minimum reduction of 3”. And to stop these lasers getting into the wrong hands a special DNA match was made to each officer and his laser. Should the laser be separated from the matched officer’s DNA for more than 10 minutes the laser would automatically activate a self shrinking programme to infinity. With these new measures the Government consider the improved weapons to be of satisfactory standard. Prison’s became less crowded as a single cell could house 100 small cages each holding one prisoner.
But as with all things good, bad came hand in hand. In this case it came in the form of Bruno Wildlings. Bruno was a cop gone bad. To be honest he had never been that great a cop in the first place. He was a 6’6” god of bronze. Blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair. His whole body was Herculean. His face was that of a film star and he could charm the birds from the trees. He was your original straight jock and a real homophobe. He was a bigoted gay basher and always took against any guys he thought were gay. Being so huge, no-one on the force dared say anything against him for fear of their own safety.
Now with these new weapons He would make the lives of the gay community even more of a hell and if you were unlucky enough to be gay and a criminal you had no hope. His only reason for staying on the force was to help with his illegal activities. He had been bought by, or at least his services had been bought by Rick Boston. Their association had begun by a freak accident about 8 months ago. Rick had been a legitimate club owner.
One day Rick had just paid his nights taking into the bank and was heading towards the door when some thugs came in with masks and guns to hold the place up. There were six in total. One of the clerks must have pressed the secret alarm because just as these hoods got everyone to lay on the floor, cops were everywhere. Before these guys had time to do any harm to anyone, they were all 3” tall running around. One ran near to Rick and out of an impulsive action, he grabbed the tiny thug and slid him into his briefcase. He stared down at the tiny struggling figure as he snapped shut his case. When he looked up he saw Bruno watching him. As the cop had said nothing he hoped he had got away with it. But later on that night Bruno paid Rick a visit at his club. The deal was simple, Bruno would keep quiet for $5,000. It was, now having a cop on his payroll so to speak that gave Rick the idea. He knew there were many men out there who would pay an absolute fortune for his own tiny guy. The deal was struck. Rick would tell Bruno what his client wanted and Bruno would collect someone on duty. Only as his clients were now very particular, he could not always use criminals. At first he felt guilty about shrinking some innocent kid, even the gay ones, until he was paid at least. Then Bruno’s guilt was eased and his conscience just seemed to leave him forever.
Some of the other officers were getting a little nervous about Bruno’s renewed enjoyment in his work and worried that he may be shrinking more than just the guilty. Since the force had been given these new weapons there seemed to be more reports of missing persons, and these were from all walks of life.
The months had passed and Bruno was alienating himself from all of the other officers on the force, arriving late for duty and brining in very few arrests. The amount of tiny prisoners that Bruno was bringing in was getting fewer and fewer, for someone who loved shrinking those little punks down to size at the start of the new weapons allocations this seemed very strange. But with no evidence nothing could be done. All anyone could do was hope that Bruno would make some mistake and they would have him.
Bruno was out of his district looking for new men to shrink for Rick, he figured that if he kept away from his own patch he would be less likely to be spotted by one of his fellow officers. He had been told that his latest acquisition needed to be a big guy with muscles and hair. He knew just the place, a rough looking bar where plenty of bikers hung out, and gay bikers at that. He was out of uniform and in his own leather gear so as not to stand out. He went to the bar and ordered a beer, scanning the room for the perfect guy to take back to his boss. He saw a guy who looked to fit the bill perfectly and waited to make his move. The guy was heading towards the toilets and Bruno followed.
He looked around the restroom and made sure that it was empty and no-one else was coming and he walked up behind the guy who gave him a wink in the mirror. Bruno hated it when guys came onto him like that. “You fucking queer.” He yelled and aimed his wrist towards the guy cutting him down instantly. Before the tiny man could make a run for it, Bruno picked him up and left the bar. Bruno felt very pleased with himself and decided to have a little fun with his catch before he handed the tiny man over to Rick.
Bruno sat in his car and pulled off his boots and socks and dropped the tiny man onto the floor of his car. The 3” man was just getting his bearings when Bruno lowered his bare feet over the leather clad figure. He pressed his foot onto the body and could feel the tiny man struggling to get free. Bruno loved the feeling of power he had over this man, this gay man. After feeling the little biker under his foot he had an idea. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the man as the tiny figures fists thumped futilely onto Bruno’s fingers, not making any effect at all. Bruno reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a roll of tape. Holding the biker onto the gas peddle, he taped the 3” body onto it tightly. Now he could drive barefoot to Rick’s and feel the tiny man under his foot all the way back there. This feeling of power felt wonderful to Bruno. The tiny biker screamed up at Bruno who just laughed at his prisoner.
He arrives back at Rick’s and pulls on his socks and boots and rips the 3” man from the peddle and walks into Rick’s office. Dropping the tiny man on the desk he asks. “So is this what you were wanting boss?” The biker is on his feet and running around the giant desk looking for some place to hide.
“Perfect Bruno, and here is a bonus for your quick work. There will be more to come because there is a boom in the tiny slave trade now that word is getting round.” As he speaks he grabs the biker and throws him into a tiny cage.
As the next few days pass, Bruno visits the bar another three times, taking with him one new prisoner each visit. He gets careless on his last visit and doesn’t bother to check the other stalls before he uses his laser on the big biker at the urinal. Feeling over confident he gets a beer before leaving and sits at the bar with his tiny man in his boot with his sweaty barefoot.
Apollo, one of the more muscular biker bears whose name was given to him by the other bikers for his god like stature, watches the toilets for the other man to come out and decides to investigate himself. Bruno made one fatal error this visit, the man he has imprisoned in his boot was not alone. He was Apollo’s pick-up and Apollo is a cop from a different station.
As Apollo enters, seeing no-one else there he begins to kick the doors open of each stall until he comes across one that is locked. As he smashes it open there is a young guy there crouched in the corner shaking. Apollo grabs him and the young man tells him everything. Apollo can’t believe what he is hearing. He never thought a cop would use the new weapons for his own gain.
As the muscled biker re-enters the bar he scans the room for Bruno, but he is too late. He races out to the car park and sees Bruno driving off. He takes the licence plate and calls in the number.
The next day, Apollo waits outside Bruno’s apartment and follows him to the club. After about half an hour Bruno leaves and Apollo decides to enter the club himself. Rick is there in his office on the phone as Apollo throws open the door.
“What the fuck!” Rick yells. “Get the hell out of here before I call the cops.” he threatens Apollo.
The huge cops flashes his badge and his pearly white teeth at Rick. “So you little shit, what have you been up to?”
“Nothing, this is a legitimate business, you can check my books.” Rick says nervously.
Apollo raises his wrist up and aims at Rick. “Hey dude, don’t fuck with me. That’s not what I meant and you know it. Now tell me everything before you end up the same size as the rest of the scum.” To show he isn’t bluffing he shoots at the chair in front of the desk and crushes it under his boot. “Now co-operate or you join that chair.”
Rick drops back into his seat and reviews his options, hell with two cops on his payroll, he could get twice the amount of tiny slaves to sell on and double his profits. “look man, here’s the deal.” He offers to cut Apollo in on the deal. Telling him he has a client calling round in a short while to pick up a new sex toy.
Apollo is disgusted at this. “these are people you are selling. They are not yours to own. I am closing this operation of yours down right now.”
“What the fuck.” Rick is alarmed at this. He was sure he could take on another cop on his team. “What about my client? He’ll be expecting a slave when he gets here.” He knew as he was saying it how stupid it sounded saying this to the cop who was going to arrest him.
“Well, I guess we had better not disappoint him then had we? I‘ll make sure he has a new slave when he arrives.” Apollo said with a grin.
Had Rick got his guy wrong or what. First he thought he had him and just when he thought this cop was going to blow his balls he was here offering to supply him with a new tiny guy. “So what’s your price?” Rick asks getting out his cheque book.
“Lets just say this one is on the house.” As the cop says this Rick looks up surprised. His face drains of all colour as he sees the laser aimed at him, but has no time to panic as he is rapidly reduced to 3” in his own chair. Apollo moves round the desk and grabs the tiny man in his huge grip. He drops the guy onto the desk and seats himself in the chair. “Strip little man.” Orders Apollo at the frightened little figure. He slams his fist down onto the desk. “Strip I said, NOW.” Rick does as he is told and is soon standing on his own desk naked and tiny. He drops to his knees and begs for the cop to restore him. Apollo ignores the pleas and finds one of the cages in the desk draw. He places it before the tiny Rick and pushes him inside with one prod of his finger. Rick falls backwards into the cage as Apollo shuts the door and puts on the tiny lock.
“Please, you can’t do this to me. You can’t give me away like a slave.” Begs Rick.
“So what’s the difference? Those other guys didn’t deserve it either. I couldn’t prove any of this and you would possibly have got off with it. This way you at least pay for your crime.” Apollo gets up to leave as there is a knock on the door. A man in his early 50’s enters. The cop says nothing and thrusts the cage into the mans hand and walks away leaving Rick to suffer the same as all the guys he has sold on himself. Now he was going to head off to the club and deal with Bruno. Apollo hated all crooks but even more crooked cops, and he knew just how he was going to take care of this one. There was nothing he could do for the guys who had already been sold on, but he could make certain that this bad cop would never do this to anyone else.
Apollo headed off to the bar in the hopes of not being too late. He screeches to a stop outside and races in. Scanning the room for Bruno he sighs with relief to see the big man sitting at the bar. Apollo smoothes back his hair and makes his way over towards Bruno and pulls up the bar stool besides the cop. He orders a beer and turns to Bruno asking if he could buy him one. Bruno accepts and stares at the huge Apollo, thinking to himself. “My god, I can’t believe how easy this is becoming. I’ve just been picked up by the type of guy Rick sent here to collect.” Both men make a little small talk and after a few more beers Apollo heads off to the toilets, knowing that Bruno will follow after him. Apollo waits in the bathroom over at the sinks and washes his hands, keeping his eye on the door through the mirror at all times. He doesn’t want this shit of a bad cop to sneak up and shrink him. The door creaks open and Apollo watches Bruno raise his arm. With speed Apollo jumps out of the line of fire. Bruno is amazed at the speed of this man. For someone so big he is very agile. He aims a second time but Apollo is too quick and kicks Bruno’s arm into the air. The laser strap snaps and flies through the air. “Fuck this guy is good.” Bruno thinks.
He moves closer to his laser as he hears Apollo yell. “Freeze scum.”
Shocked at this Bruno stops and turns to see Apollo aiming his wrist at him. “Shit this is a set up. Fuck, who?” Before he could say anymore he felt his body dropping fast. “Was this how it felt to all those criminals,” was all he could think of. In a matter of seconds Bruno was no more a big man, on the contrary, he was no bigger than 3”. As he regain his senses he looked around the now gigantic room and saw his own laser lying on the floor. With all the speed his tiny body could muster, Bruno raced towards the now shrinking laser. As he reached it, it had already shrunk smaller than was big enough for him to slide back on his wrist. It was getting smaller as he looked down at it until it totally vanished.
Above him he could hear the loud roaring laughter of Apollo. He turned and came face to face with a giant black leather boot’s toe. It was at this moment that the full truth of his situation actually hit him. He began to freak out as a giant hand reached down for him and wrapped around his tiny body. He had never expected to end up this size himself. He was thumping the giant fingers as he was raised into the air.
The giant cop looks down at the tiny man in his hand and lifts his tiny prisoner up to his face. “So this is the great Bruno Carter hey? You have been under surveillance for weeks now, ever since all those young guys began to vanish. Shame really how I was never able to catch you before you got out of the country isn’t it?”
“Wait, what do you mean? You have caught me? What are you going to do with me? Please.” But before he can say anything else Apollo slips the tiny cop into his pocket and zips it closed. He heads out of the restroom and heads off out of the bar to his car. He heads off to the station with Bruno safely inside his pocket. He makes out his report saying how Bruno Carter never arrived at the club, and how he must have got wind of the operation and left town. He then deactivates his wrist laser and takes it off, handing it in as his shift has ended.
In no time at all Apollo arrives at his own apartment with his tiny prisoner. Once inside he heads off to the bathroom and takes the 3” Bruno out of his pocket and places the frightened tiny cop in the sink. He proceeds to strip his own clothes off in front of his small captive. “Well well, what should I do with you first?” Asks Apollo to his prisoner. He throws his warm sweaty briefs onto the mini cop. Bruno struggles to free himself from the rank smelling cloth. He waves his tiny fist in the air yelling something at the giant naked god who stands before him. “Whoa there little man. Just remember I could have handed you over at the station and you could have lived out your life in one of those cages. Now Bruno, you can strip for your master to show me how grateful you are.” Demands the giant god.
“Never you raving queer. I am straight so if you think I m going to strip in front of you then you can go fuck.” Bruno screams up at his giant captor.
Apollo just flicks his 3” pet and the tiny man falls onto his ass in the sink. “Fine there little man, if you don’t want to do it yourself, then I guess I will have to take those old clothes off you myself.” As he reaches into the basin to grab Bruno, the tiny guy begins to unbutton his shirt with great reluctance, he drops it into the bottom of the sink near the plug hole and proceeds with his boots and trousers, finally pulling off his tiny socks. “Hey there man, don’t stop. I want the lot off.” Bruno looks up terrified of what this enormous god might do if he does not obey. With a big gulp he drops his shorts and closes his eyes out of both fear and embarrassment. Before he had been shrunk, he never bothered about undressing in front of other guys because he was so well endowed, but at this size his dick was nothing more than a tiny pin. All the same, Apollo was impressed with his pet’s package. “My, my Bruno, for such a little man, you have one big hard-on there don’t you?” Teases the giant. Bruno tries his best to cover his bits with his hands, as big and shovel like as they were they still could not hide his throbbing dick. Apollo walks closer to his new pet and lets his own pulsing cock bob up and down over the tiny man. He is so aroused by his new slave that he already begins to bubble drops of pre-cum from his slit. They fall like bombs onto the porcelain basin that the miniscule form of a once big cop stands naked. As each drop lands it splatters up around Bruno, covering him with warm cum. This only makes the giant master feel more erotic and begins to pump his steel rod. With very little work, he is ready to explode, and that he does in the direction of Bruno.
The tiny figure raises his hands to his face in anticipation of what is about to happen and screams up at his master to stop, but his cries are in vain. The cock from way above him shoots geysers of hot, white, sticky liquid straight at the tiny man. The force knocks him of his feet and he just curls up in a ball until the torrent of cum subsides. Coughing and spluttering, Bruno tries to get to his feet, but keeps on slipping in the man seed from his giant captor. It is at this time that he just breaks down and blubbers like an infant. Apollo looks down at the cum soaked pathetic form of this once great cop, reduced to a tiny doll sized man. He begins to feel a little sympathy for the tiny man until his thoughts turn to those of the poor innocent guys that Bruno shrunk for his own means, whether they were guilty or not. He turns away from the insect in his sink and turns on the shower. He wraps his fingers around the slippery little man and drops him into the shower tray and climbs in himself, planting his huge bare feet, one at either side of Bruno, into the shower. The tiny man can only try to keep out of the way of these dangerous bus sized pieces of human body. Apollo begins to shower, paying no attention to his tiny pet in the tray at his feet. As he moves his huge body under the torrent of water, his heel catches Bruno far below him and knocks the tiny man off his feet. Bruno stares up in absolute terror as he sees the heel head straight for him. He manages to dive out of the way, which is not easy with the flow of water gushing all around his tiny naked body. The giant looks down and grins at the pathetic form at his feet.
Apollo turns off the water and steps out of the shower, leaving his new toy in the bottom. “Hey what about me you fucking asshole.” Bruno yells up at his giant. Apollo just chooses to ignore him and leaves the bathroom. The 3” cop tries to scale the sides of the shower tray, but they are just too smooth and he can get no grip at all. As the water drains out he just huddles up in the bottom shivering, not knowing what is going to happen to him.
After a few minutes his giant captor returns fully dressed in his tight jeans and leather jacket. He reaches down and wraps his log sized fingers around the wet shivering little man and lifts him high into the air. “Well well my little man, it’s time to get you ready for a night on the town.” He glowers evilly at his pet. Picking up some dental floss he proceeds to wrap it around the little mans ankles. Bruno tries kicking his legs but the giant just tightens his grip and soon the struggle is given up. He then proceeds to tie the little mans hands behind his back and ties both hands and feet together like he was hogtying some tiny animal. Bruno can do nothing but yell abuse at Apollo. “Hush up there little man.” He orders Bruno as he flicks the tiny man in the chest, winding him. He then drops the bound up figure onto his throbbing cock and zips up his jeans.
He arrives back at the bar and loves the feeling of his tiny toy, struggling down below. After a few more beers he heads off to the gents to take a piss. He stands alone in the toilets as he whips out his stiff cock. The tiny cop falls out too and drops into the urinal before Apollo even notices. He begins to relieve himself on top of the thrashing little man below. As he finishes his piss and shakes his cock, he notices the tiny cop struggling in the piss as it drains away. “Aw fuck, how the hell did you get in there?” He asks rhetorically.
The little figure coughs and splutters from the piss that has just rained down on him. “Get me the fuck out of here you bastard.” He screams up at Apollo.
“Hey man, you are covered in piss, there is no way you are coming back in here. You can just stay where you are and hope someone else finds you.” With that he puts his now flaccid cock away and turns to leave. The little man thrashes about in the urinal as the giant turns as laughs at his futile efforts. As he gets to the door, another big guy enters. He just grins and winks at the guy as he leaves. Just as the door closes behind him, Apollo can see the big guy heading over to the same urinal he left his tiny cop in. “What a fitting payback for all those innocent victims.” Apollo thought to himself as images of the tiny cop being passed from person to person came into his head as he left the bar for the very last time.
the end

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