Patrick grabbed Tom by the neck and threw him against the brick wall in the alleyway. Both men stared into each others eyes as Tom's lip quivered for a moment. Patrick's 6'7" broad and muscular frame towered over Tom as he placed a hand on the wall behind. Tom felt the wall as Patrick slowly moved his finger up Tom's body armour. Tom's manhood twitched as Patrick began to draw circles on the armour, before abruptly stopping and stepping away. Tom felt discouraged and sighed as Patrick slowly moved away. Then from nowhere Patrick quickly turned back and squarely punched Tom in his armoured torso. Tom's flagpole immediately stood to attention as the force of Patrick's strike vibrated through the armour and into his defined body. Slightly winded, Tom bend over in response to the strike. Patrick's hands quickly spun Tom around and pushed him into the wall face first. Patrick then began to push Tom's feet apart with his booted foot before grasping Tom's hands and bringing them behind his back. With a quick, cold, clicking sound, Tom's hands where handcuffed behind his back. His erect penis trying to dig a hole in the brick wall. Patrick held Tom against the wall with one strong, muscular hand while reaching for his radio. "1642 & 1932 going on break." The radio fell silent for a moment before a female voice responded with "Acknowledged 1642. Enjoy your break Sir." Patrick then grasped the back of Tom's collar, dragged him away from the wall, then whispered into Tom's ear, before marching him deeper into the alleyway. "Oh, I will."
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thinking about sleazy cop!price who abuses his power to pull you over, just so he can have a feel of you <3
he recognises your car the minute it passes him on the road back into town, zooming past him doing something minor like five miles per hour over the limit. usually he’d turn a blind eye to it, but it’s been a slow night, hardly anything to get johns adrenaline going.
so he pulls out of his spot beside the side of the road, doing a u-turn, catching up behind you. before switching on his red and blues, and his siren, signalling you to pull over. almost instantly you comply, pulling to the side, not to his surprise of course, he already knows how pretty and compliant of the law you are — his two favourite things.
your window is already down by the time he reaches the drivers side, a flashlight in his hand, shining it in to see your pleading, worried eyes peering up at a him. fuck, he swears his cock twitches just at that. but, then you speak, all innocent and coy.
“is there a problem, officer?”
officer. to him, it’s like liquid gold coming from those lips of yours. he does consider just letting you off with a brief warning, but it’s a small town and he doesn’t miss the way you hold his gaze from across the bar, and he certainly doesn’t ignore the rumours that the local barmaid has a little crush on the local chief.
“step out the car for me, please” his tone comes out a little sterner than he wanted it to. but it makes you resist any hesitation hearing the seriousness in his voice. he steps aside, allowing you to climb out and become face to face with him.
“chief, have i—”
“come with me,” he gently grabs you by the elbow, leading you to his car behind yours, placing you right infront of it.
“i’m not entirely sure why this is necess—”
“sh,” he interrupts, his grip leaving your arm as he moves behind you. you feel his mouth brush against your ear, “you got anythin’ on you that can harm me?”
his voice is low and hoarse, vibrating against the skin of your ear, and it makes the hairs stand up on your neck. you shake your head cautiously, still baffled by whatever has gotten you in a policeman’s custody.
“good.”
instantly, his hand finds the back of your head, pressuring your front half down, your cheek pressed to the bonnet of his marked vehicle, rendering you speechless. however, you let him move you freely. his boot kicks out your feet, spreading your legs apart, before he’s grabbing your hands and placing them on the cars surface either side of your head.
he presses himself against you, straight away noticing the firmness of something against your ass. “you know, there’s never any reason to speed,” he grips against your hips, patting up and down against your clothing.
“its dangerous. for everyone else…more so yourself,” he shifts, beginning to pat down at your thighs, giving the area near the side of your ass a firm squeeze. “and i’d hate to see somethin happen to you, love.”
he strokes and squeezes up and down the same areas more than once, whilst you’re lay there feeling helpless. he knows he should be feeling guilty, using his position of power to fulfill a small fraction of his fantasy, but he doesn’t. it only makes his cock ache harder.
“you gonna do it again?”
he presses himself against you again, this time leaning over you, his hands right beside yours on the bonnet. his head dipped towards the side of your face that’s visible. you slightly shake your head.
“words, girl. use ‘em.”
“n-no. i won’t do it again, chief.”
“good.”
there’s a beat of silence. you, lay confused at the speeding accusation and, how this interaction has somehow filled you with a feeling of arousal. and john, who’s just bathing in the moment of being stuck to you and the way you fit so well underneath him.
“you’re free to go,” he rips through the quiet, pulling himself off you and stepping towards his drivers side, leaving you to peel yourself off the hood, “but next time, i wont be so lenient.”
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Just FYI for anyone who doesn't know- this is a police liaison officer- sometimes known as a protest liaison officer. They wear these blue vests, and try to act like your friend at protests.
They are not your friend, that is super important to remember. They are gathering intelligence. They will try to get your details, covertly or otherwise, and listen in on conversations between protestors.
A lot of the first PLOs were FIT officers (intelligence officers) first, and there is also evidence of PLOs harassing activists at home: https://netpol.org/police-liaison-officers/
They've also been involved in assaults on the press: https://netpol.org/2014/02/04/police-liaison-officer-assaults-press-photographer/
They may tell you that they want to work with you, or to help protests remain peaceful and so on, but intelligence gathering is a key part of their role: https://netpol.org/2014/06/17/police-liaison-intelligence-balcombe/
Anyway, just remember guys- don't talk to cops, no matter what colour they are wearing.
Also, remember, currently, legally you do not have to inform police of static protests, and you do not have to discuss marches with police.
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And herein lies a significant crux of the issue.
It was not remotely “unbelievable” to his colleagues, who could have spoken up at any point, but who happily continued to let the creature continue to leverage his authority to prey on marginalised women.
It is *certainly* not “unbelievable” to the marginalised women and trans folk of all genders who are regularly sexually assaulted and sexually abused by police officers. Particularly BIPOC and disabled ones.
If *anyone* found it “unbelievable” that a Met police officer did this, they weren’t even remotely paying attention.
It’s like everyone who says disableism, racism and transphobia is “shocking”. Nope, pal, it’s routine. Sickening, yes. Shameful, yes. But not shocking. If you’re paying any attention whatsoever.
Finding police brutality “unbelievable” is a sign of looking away from the structural scale of the issue because you want to live in the comforting lie that policing is just and justified. It makes it *immeasurably* harder for survivors to get justice and it makes women and trans people of all genders immeasurably less safe.
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It's always awful to see pretentious twats on the news, but especially when they talk about things they've had no experience in. Seeing upper class, Christian men go on and on about how we should make Britian a "Christian" place again is out of this world. Seeing upper class (and let's be real, probably Christian) men talk about how people in poverty should just *work in these shitty jobs provided by our fucked government and earn minimum wage* because what are they going to do? They basically don't have a choice. Seeing *upper class christian men* talk about women's rights, gay peoples rights, people of colours rights, like it's some kind of epic tale in a book. They have no fucking idea what they're talking about, for any of it.
Christianity is a fucked religion (controversial, I know) with again, pretentious twats speaking the "words of God" which are a load of shit. Most of the time it's used as an excuse to be a homophobe or a sexist. Okay, David, why don't we follow every single rule ever put into that musty book? Why don't we tell left handed people they're going to hell? Or tell people who are mean that they're going down there? Why is it gay people? Correct me if I'm wrong, the Bible stated "man must not sleep with *boy*" and not "man must not sleep with man." You know, because pedophila feels like more of a crime then *gay people.* just a hunch. Commenting "Jesus loves you" or "find god" on any post that is someone different. An alternative person. It's so stupid. Why do you care? Follow your little religion and fucking leave us alone.
Poverty is a huge problem across the ENTIRE world, and I'm sure that speaks in volumes about how fucked up of a world we are. The fact that these people who are fighting to survive every day are being told to "just work" by people who never had to work a day in their life for shit is infuriating. Upper class people in general irritate me. I think it's the arrogance that they have. They're a bit.. Snobbish, you know? Even from just teenage girls being naive and laughing at poorer kids for not having an iPhone, to rich adults looking down on these people with such disgust. Seriously viewing these human beings as less then their pretty little £1000 poodle. What the fuck. The government taxes people - taxes the poor people who literally can't afford it if they want to eat. And just the normal people. Why not tax the rich more? People say "oh, we do tax them." Not as much? Do they need all that money? Do they really? Why can't they lend some of that "well earned" (passed down from generations) money to people who need it. I'm sure they'll live.
People on the news talk about women and gay people like they're a shit stain on a wall, but I'm sure the stain would get better rights. It's debates about women's rights to give birth, women's rights to wear what they please, women's rights to turn down a man. Literally fucking anything a woman does is shit on by society. Gay people are debated - should being trans be allowed? Is being gay a sin? Hmm, such tricky questions... Why not just let them live? People point out "oh, that school shooter was trans" or "that rapist was gay" not to say that school shootings or rape cases are bad, no no, just to shit on the LGBTQ community. Nobody points out that a school shooter was a white man. Why don't we just say "that school shooter was a horrible person who deserves to die" and not focus on the community they were a part of? Maybe mourn the lives lost instead of rejoice in the fact that you've got new things to hate the LGBTQ community for.
What a pleasant world we live in, huh? I could go on more, but I wont. I'll probably spiral into a ton of stuff about capitalism and why it should be torn to the ground.
Jesus Christ, I wrote more than intended. Happy reading
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