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The master smiled as he watched the muscular motorcycle cop approached his car. He couldn’t believe his luck as he lower his window. “License and registration,” the officer demanded in a deep masculine voice. The master smiled as he handed the handsome cop his license and registration, “is there a problem officer?” “Are u aware u was speeding?” The master concentrate on the muscle bound cop’s mind, “no I wasn’t speeding, officer.” The cop grew confused, suddenly unable to think, “you wasn’t speeding, sir.” “You are so sorry for disturbing me, you would do anything to make it up to me,” the master went deeper into the cop’s mind. “I’m so sorry for the mistake, sir. Is there anything I can do to make up for it,” the cop’s normal cool confidence faded. The master scanned the helpless cop’s mind. The cop was straight, to the point of being homophobic. “Step closer, officer. It ok, you feel so safe with me.” The cop step closer to the driver window. The master reached out and cupped the officer’s full crotch. “My touch feel so good, it turn you on so much.” He felt the cop’s cock harden in his hand. The master reached around the cop’s thick thighs and squeezed the firm round ass. “You have a very nice ass officer,” the master grope bubble ass cheeks that stretch the uniform pants. “Thank you, sir.” “When do you get off work,” the master continued to stroke the fine cop ass. “In two hours sir,” the officer answered, his voice less cocky and confident then it was. “After your shift ends I want you to come straight to my address without changing out of your uniform,” the master pointed out his address on the license. “In the meantime, I want you to think about how good it would feel to be fucked. To have another man’s cock up your big cop ass.” “Yes, sir,” the cop breathing harder as he thought how sexy it would be to take the man’s cock into his virgin hole. The master smiled as he sent the officer away. The cop’s tight uniform was bulging obscenely.
Two hours later, there was a knock at the master’s door. The previous confident masculine cop stood nervously at the door in full uniform, “ uh, I can’t. . I really need to get … fucked, sir.” The master was pleased as he pulled the muscular cop into the apartment. The once dominant cop offer no resistance as he was pulled into a kiss. The master roamed his hands freely over the cop’s body. Keeping the cop’s gun belt on, the master pulled the uniform pants down. He was pleased that the cop was wearing a pair of tight white briefs that hugged his muscular ass. He forced the big muscular cop to bend over as he spanked the perfect cop ass. The cop was loving it as his mind and body surrender to the other man. The master roughly pulled the briefs down and mounted the virgin cop pussy.
Sheriff Hodges wasn’t sure why the department needed new cellphones but a wealthy citizen had donated them. He quickly noticed that the phones each had a pre downloaded app on them. Curious, the sheriff tap on the app and was suddenly overwhelmed by a flash from the phone. After his eyes readjust, he felt relaxed and horny. His cock swelled in his tight uniform. He suddenly had the desire to thank the department’s rich beneficial for the phones. He drove his squad car out to the mansion. All the way there, sheriff Hodges rubbed his hard cock through his uniform pants. When he got to the mansion he was greeted at the door by the mansion’s owner’s half naked man servant. The servant looked like he was a former marine and wore only a military green jockstrap. Sheriff Hodges showed no emotion to the manservant as he followed him to the library. There the master was sitting waiting, with his cock out and hard. The straight muscular sheriff soon found himself on his knees with the master’s cock in his mouth. He had coated the thick cock with drool and salvia before pulling down his pants to expose his round cop ass. After taking the master’s cum in his ass, the sheriff put on a special made jock much like the manservant’s, except blue. The sheriff’s cock was eased into a cockcage built into the pouch. After his cop cock was secured in the cage, he redress into his uniform and headed back to the station, eager to ensure his deputies each received their new cellphones.
Officers Ramirez and Kahn are on their way to a small house a little out of town when a man calls 911 about an attempted break-in. Just the usual stuff. They have been partners for a while now, working out together in their free time and drinking beer after a long, exhausting shift.
Kahn parks the car in the driveway, the sun setting behind a thick line of trees. He looks around—a few more houses, no people in sight. "Huh." He frowns. "What?" Ramirez lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles. "Nothing. Let's get it over with."
They walk towards the main entrance; the door opens, and a rather young, small man stands there, wearing doctor's clothing. "Hello. Youre Mr. Thomson?" Ramirez says, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, please come in." The man leads the two officers into the living room, where everything is neatly organized and filled with books, flowers, and many different paintings.
"So, why are we here?" Kahn asks, resting one of his hands at his waist while checking his surroundings. "Yeah. Uh. I came home after a long shift and found two windows broken." The man says this, rubbing the back of his head. "One here in the living room, the other further down the back." Kahn and Ramirez exchange a knowing look and nod.
"I'll stay here; you take a look back there." Kahn motions down the hallway, and Ramirez agrees. "Gotcha." The man smiles nervously and stutters. "I- I will show you the way." He says this and leads Ramirez away, through the house, into another, smaller room, a bedroom.
The officer spots the broken glass on the floor, right next to the open window, and takes a step closer. But before he can open his mouth to say something, the man grabs his wrist and pinches his neck. "Officer Ramirez. It's time to let go." The man says, his voice now deeper and more seductive. The cop's eyes go wide, his pupils expand, and his body stiffens.
"Officer. Can you hear me?" The man leans in, whispering into his ear. "Yes. Sir." Ramirez growls. "Good boy. Now sit on the bed and wait for me to return." The man lets go of his body, and Ramirez walks to the bed, sitting down. Running a hand through his hair, the man smirks triumphantly. "One down." It was easy, since Ramirez is his newest toy and easily entranced. Obedient. He went under a few times before, so his body is ready to serve the man.
He makes his way back to Kahn, who is kneeling over some shattered glass, taking pictures. "There you are." Kahn grunts and gets up. "I saw you have cameras." He nods and motions for the multiple cameras around the house. "Oh right, I have the footage on my phone; give me a second." The man pulls out his smartphone, unlocks it, and opens a file. "Take a look." He hands Kahn the phone, and as soon as the officer looks at the screen, it starts flashing wildly, again and again, in various colors and paces. "Whats this?" Kahn blinks a few times but is unable to look away. "It's okay, officer; just keep watching." The man grins deviously and places a hand at the cop's neck, holding him in place.
It doesn't take long for him to start swaying back and forth; his eyes grow heavy, and he breathes deeply. "How does it feel, officer?" Kahn's eyes unfocus as he opens his mouth, drooling. "Warm." Nodding, the man grabs his wrist gently and pinches his neck. "Can you hear me, officer?"
Kahn nods. "Good. From now on, you will enter this state of mind whenever I tell you to let go." Whispering right into Kahn's ear, he breathes against his skin. "Do you understand?" The cop nods slowly and drops the phone. "Yes. Sir." The man lets go of his neck and pats his back. "Good pup." He walks around him, enjoying the build of his newest toy. "We should start training. Follow me."
He leads Kahn into the back room, where Ramirez is waiting on the bed, drooling. "Stay." Kahn stops in the middle of the room, his eyes foggy and vacant. The man looks for his purse and pulls it out of the tight uniform. "Ramirez, get up and feel Officer Kahn's pecs while you flex, Kahn."
"Yes sir." The two men growl in unison and do as they are told. Ramirez walks up in front of his partner and starts touching him. "Do you like it?" The man says it proudly. "Yes." Kahn is deeply hypnotized and just nods. "Yes," he says in a monotone voice.
"Now, Ramirez. Open his trousers and pull them down."
"Yes sir." He does as he is told, exposing Kahn's briefs. "Ramirez. Get on your knees and make love to his bulge."
"Yes sir." He buries his face into the briefs, kissing his cock through his underwear. Kahn grunts lowly. The right moment The man grabs his neck again, whispering into the officer's ear.
"Officer Kahn. You were born to serve, to please, and to protect. From now on, you will serve me, please me, and protect me whenever I tell you to. You will be mine; you will follow all of my commands without question."
"Do you understand?" The man pinches the officer firmly, making him moan. "Yes sir."
"Good boys." He looks down at the big stud, making love to his partner. Both of their cocks are tenting harshly.
"Officer Kahn. It's time to finish our first lesson. I want you to focus on this." He grabs a pair of headphones from the nightstand and covers Kahn's ears. He starts the playlist from his laptop, rhythmic music, with many different commands buried underneath.
"Ramirez. Remove his underwear and suck his cock, swallow his whole load, and make sure nothing is left on his skin."
"Yes sir." The officer wastes no time and follows his commands, taking Kahn's long, throbbing cock fully in his mouth. The man smirks, walks around the two men, and starts touching their bodies, pecs, arms, and necks, touching himself while he is at it.
Not two minutes later, Kahn shoots a massive load into Ramirez's mouth, both men moaning slowly. Kahns eyes roll back into his head, his mouth drooling and his nipples piercing through the uniform. "Good boy." He pats Ramirez's head. "Get him dressed, and wash your mouth. Pig." The man grunts.
Now, the two men stand there, and he leads them back to the main entrance. "Officers. I want you to listen closely. I will set you free now, and you won't remember anything that happened today." He searches for Kahn's phone, takes his thumb to unlock it, and plants his number in it. "Kahn. When I call, you take it. You will obey. Understand?"
"Yes sir." He pats his neck firmly. "Good."
He snaps his finger, and the two men blink quickly. They look around and focus on the man. "Thank you, officers; everything is settled." Kahn and Ramirez nod and leave the house.
mass cop conversion
After a successful field test, Officers Bradley, Johnson, Miller, and Phillips were sitting inside their vehicle. It was a pretty exhausting day, doing multiple fitness tests, shooting exercises, and reviewing tactical guidelines.
They are on their way back to the station on a vacant road through the forest, a little outside of town. Bradley has been sitting in the passenger seat right next to his partner for 3 years, Johnson, who's sitting behind the steering wheel. The other two officers are sitting in the back, both of them browsing their phones. He exchanged a knowing look with his partner before shaking their heads and smiling.
As two senior officers, they had to teach the greener cops how to act, what to do, and what to say without causing too much trouble. It was working quite well, but at times, the rookies, especially Phillips, were a bit too enthusiastic.
After a long day at work, Bradley was barely able to keep his eyes open; luckily, he wasn't the one driving. Yet, as he rests his head against the seat behind him, he spots a little bright light shining through the woods.
"That's odd." He growled, drawing Johnson's attention.
"What?" His partner asked before turning his head as well.
Both of them watch the light shine brighter, illuminating more and more of the forest ground.
Now, even the rookies turned their heads, and all four men watched the light approach them, bewildered, before Johnson stopped the car.
"What are you doing?" Miller asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"It could be something worth investigating." Bradley said, looking at his partner.
But then, before any of the officers could react, the light widened even more, engulfing their entire vehicle in a bright, white light.
"What the fuck?" Bradley said, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as all the others did the same.
Through his fingers, he was able to see a big, shadowy figure approach their car from the front, clearly the source of this bright light.
"Fuck this." Johnson grunted, hitting the horn of the car in frustration.
"Who is this motherfucker?" Phillips groaned, trying to get a better look at the source of light as well.
Shaking his head, Bradley reached for the door, but before he could open it, a weird feeling spread through him.
The air all around them grew thicker, so heavy that it got so much harder to breathe properly. A burning sensation spread across Bradley's skin and eyes; clearly, it wasn't some ordinary light.
"Fuck." Miller groaned as well, and Bradley turned his head to the other officer's. Just by their expression alone, he knew they were feeling the same thing.
With his hands shaking, he reached for the door again, but the pressure on his body just got way worse. Something was pushing him back—some invisible force causing their bodies to stay in place.
"We need....to get out." Bradley's body was pressed against the seat, and he couldn't move a muscle; instead, his body tensed more and more due to the pressure put upon it.
"I can't.." Johnson said breathlessly, obviously feeling the same. "What is this?" His face grimaced in pain, and his voice broke, ending in a silent moan.
Bradley turned his head to find his partner leaning back against the seat, breathing very quickly. Both of his hands are on his chest, clawing at his clothes. He could tell that he was barely able to breathe.
At this time, his breath quickened rapidly as well. As Bradley tried to regain his composure, he looked at the rookies through the rear view mirror, just to see them in a similar state. Phillips looked even worse, sweating and panting heavily while also clawing at his tight uniform. The temperature inside the car rose as well, causing their predicament to feel even worse.
Both rookies looked at him, seemingly asking for help, but there was nothing he could do.
"It's going to be fine." He growled, trying to make the rookies feel at ease, even though he didn't even know what was happening to them.
Bradley shook his head but was unable to avoid the light. His face flushed with color as his skin heated up even more.
Subconsciously, he started to tug at his clothes and his vest, and he somehow managed to remove his helmet, making it a little easier to breathe, just for a second. It dropped to the floor, but the pressure on his chest intensified again.
The light was shining ever so brightly right inside their eyes, but there was something else, something much more dangerous, inmidst those beams of light—another, invisible beam, a force echoing through the entire vehicle.
Just then, Bradley noticed some sort of sound—music or a speech—echoing through the entire car as well. He couldn't understand a word; he just felt a rhythm invading his mind.
"What is that?" He growled, still breathing so fast.
In response, Phillips let out a low moan, with his voice so rough.
The car was rocking slightly, something neither officer had experienced before.
Bradley closed his eyes, all of him focusing, trying so hard to get control, to move, to get out of this car, yet something was stopping him—something now crawling into his mind.
Images appeared—so many different, weird images: men on their knees, men made to serve, men made to obey.
It struck something deep inside him: the sound, the rhythm, that blinding light—all of it was putting so much pressure on his body and mind.
As waves of electricity pulsated through every fiber and every bone of his body, his muscles were the first to react.
Bradley's body grew hard; his muscles bulged against the fabric of his uniform, causing his vest to act as more of a restraint than actual protection.
Unaware, he was now stroking himself, running a hand across his chest firmly through his vest and uniform shirt while trying to calm himself down and steady his breaths.
"Fuck." He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked through the rear-view mirror once more.
Shocked, he saw both rookies doing the same, but even more: Phillips and Miller were leaning back against the seats, stroking their own chests with both of their hands. Their faces were plagued by pain and pleasure, with their expressions shifting rapidly.
Both officers let out low moans as their bodies slowly reacted to their strokes. Their bodies moved in sync with the strokes and sensual movements.
Bradley himself intensified his strokes, feeling all of his muscles tense more and more.
As much as it was terrifying, something deep inside him found this alluring, but that wasn't him. It was a thought planted in him by that invisible, indoctrinating force.
"What is happening?" He cried out before a low groan escaped his lips. Barely able to move, he turned his head to see Johnson already one step ahead.
His partner's face looked pain-ridden, looking right into the bright light. He was stroking himself firmly beneath his vest, feeling himself, and touching himself so lovingly.
Bradley didn't understand what was happening to them, but his body was oddly into it. He could tell his member was hard already. Either due to the sight of the other officers or the pressure put on his body, he couldn't tell.
Just then, when he turned his face back into the light, his head grew so heavy. It was burning his eyes and, at the same time, invading his mind.
Panting, he struggled to keep his eyes open while his mind was flooded with more images and more thoughts of simple obedience.
This time, however, he saw himself as the obedient one. He was down on his knees, right next to this man he only knew as "sir".
He was wearing a similar uniform, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. It was tight—it hurt a little—but he didn't mind. The man touched him lovingly—his cheeks, neck, and down to his thick chest—and it felt so good.
At the same time, one of his hands ran down his chest, right to his thighs, and between his legs. Bradley was growing so hard and so fast, and a sudden warmth began to engulf his chest.
Like a flower, it bloomed inside his chest and spread rapidly. His whole upper body tingled, and his breathing got out of control. Bradley moaned in ecstacy, leaning his head back once more.
His eyes rolled back into his head, turning white, while the tingling sensation flowed through him—into his arms, hands, and even into his fingertips. They felt numb, yet he experienced so much pressure and pleasure—his clothes were restraining him, however.
He tried to tear his clothes apart as all of his muscles grew bigger and harder, straining the fabric of his now-tight uniform.
Bradley was struggling to keep a sane mind; it was surreal. He managed to steady his head, but his eyes were so heavy.
Unable to speak, more moans escaped his lips, and when his eyes fell on those two rookies again, he groaned.
The young officers were experiencing the exact same thing. Both of them were touching themselves firmly through their uniforms. Their dicks were tenting visibly, with Phillips already staining his clothes either with his sweat or his cum.
They moaned and thrusted a few times, experiencing pure pleasure. Their eyes too rolled back a few times as their rough and husky voices filled the air all around them.
This encouraged Bradley to touch himself through his pants as well. His cock was larger than ever before—it was pressing against his pants, visibly even through his underwear and uniform—and he felt all of him growing even harder by the second.
Bradley was sweating heavily now as the air all around him grew even thicker, filled with the moans and groans of the other officers. The smell was even worse; all men were sweaty already, yet this was different. As some were leaking, it's smell mixed with the other bodily fluids.
Bradley closed his eyes, trying his best to block these thoughts, smells, and noises, but all he saw were more images of him being a mere plaything.
The man was demanding more, so his body flexed hard. He did everything to please him. And the same command entered his mind over and over again.
"Obey."
Part of him wanted to obey, to give in, yet he had to push it back to regain control over himself again.
Fighting back, shaking his head, and trying to thrash around, Bradley turned to Johnson, who was looking at him as well. Both men were touching themselves and their cocks firmly, but they tried hard to stay focused.
Johnson was looking for help—a release—but neither of them could move even an inch. They were struggling so hard but failed. Whatever was happening shouldn't be happening, was all they could think.
But the now-comforting warmth kept spreading into every corner of their bodies, making it so much harder to not just give in. Their minds were invaded once again—even more images of simple, blissful obedience.
Bradley steadied himself against the seat, one hand firmly grabbing his own cock, the other on his chest, stroking himself lovingly.
The warmth entered his thighs and legs and flowed into his toes, causing the numbing, tingling sensation to become more intense. His body moved on its own, spreading his legs to make more space for his large member and his hands running along its ever-growing shaft.
For one last time, he looked into the rear-view mirror.
In horror, he saw both officers giving in to this phenomenal feeling; Phillips and Miller were touching each other, stroking each other's chests firmly. Their gazes were empty, just looking straight ahead, while their expressions kept shifting—pain and pleasure—again and again.
He watched their hands encompass each other's bodies: chests, thighs, necks, biceps, and pecs. All while they growled, moaned, and groaned in unison.
Holding back a painful moan, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest—his partner's hand. Johnson started to stroke him gently.
"What are you?" Bradley turned his face to look at the other officer, who was looking into the bright light, his face red yet unbothered.
He tried to fight back, but something deep inside him was enjoying this. "Don't," he begged, but Johnson didn't reply; however, he moaned instead, still looking right into the light.
This sparked something inside Bradley's chest: the urge to be touched and be fondled with by another man. He saw the images again—how good it felt to be touched like that, to be obedient.
"Fuuck." He moaned deeply, loving the firm hand touching him, stroking him, and playing with his nipples through the thin fabric of his uniform.
Instinctively, he reached out as well, and once his fingertips touched Johnson's chest, his dick grew even harder.
He never thought of touching a man like that before, especially his partner or any other officer, but it just felt so good.
Bradley loved how this man's body reacted to the simplest touch—how hard his muscles and tight his clothes were.
He turned his face into the light and acted simply on command.
Both officers were touching each other, feeling each other, and enjoying each other's bodies.
It felt like the tingling sensation was following their every move as their bodies shifted slightly.
The officers eyes were unfocused; now vacant, all of them stared into the light when a single thought flooded their minds.
"Obey. Cum and obey. Cum and obey."
Simultaneously, the four men reached down for each other's rock-hard cocks, stroking them through their pants at first.
Sweating, they started to drool heavily as more and more moans escaped their lips.
One by one, they struggled to unbutton their uniform pants, but after a few failed attempts, they succeeded.
As Johnson pulled out Bradley's wet, hard cock, he instantly started to play with it. All the others did the same, wrapping their hands around each other's dicks and moving their hands up and down their lengths.
It just felt so good to be touched like that, causing them to let out satisfied groans.
Bradley bit his lower lip, holding back, yet his low guttural growl echoed through the car, followed by similar noises from the others.
While their cocks were being fondled with, they stroked their own chests again, and the tingling feeling entered their necks and minds.
All of them grew weaker, yet their strokes became firmer.
Their hands moved to an unseen and unheard rhythm, and all four cops were edging already.
It wouldn't take long for them to fulfill their duty.
"Serve. Cum and obey."
Miller's cock was the first to give in to the pressure. He shot load after load, covering not only Phillip's hands but their clothes with his precious, hot cum.
His moans filled the air, followed by Johnson, then Phillips. All of them were cumming simultaneously, and the smell of cum and sweat was undeniable.
With one final stroke, Bradley gave in to that tingling as well. As his cock erupted, his mind was drained of everything.
He couldn't think or speak; he just moaned again and again.
Bradley's beautiful eyes were vacant, unfocused, and dull, just like the others'.
With every load and every ounce of cum leaving their bodies, more and more of their will, their resilience, and their minds were drained. Replaced with only one thought.
Obedience.
They sat there for what felt like hours, but it was mere minutes.
The light turned off, and several shadowy figures approached the vehicle. They watched through the windows and found four cops—mere empty husks, empty and ready for further programming.
Their clothes were stained with sweat, cum, as they kept drooling as well.
The doors opened, and a young man, seemingly enjoying this sight very much, smirked.
"The first stage is complete." He said that and reached for Officer Bradley's chest, touching him and stroking him firmly, but the cop didn't react.
"Good boys." The man patted his chest and looked at four other men doing the same.
"Take them for further experiments." The man took a step back.
"Yes, sir."
He watched four bulky men dressed in black leather pull those four cops out of the car—a sight to behold.
Their dicks were hanging out of their pants; all of them were covered in sweat and cum—a debilitating smell. Their eyes were empty, and even though they were thick, muscular men, they didn't fight back.
The officers were carried toward the other vehicle and out into the back.
With one last smile, the young man looked at them before closing the back doors.
“Just relax, officers. It feel so good just to relax and surrender control. Let all the stress of being in control wash away. You need to serve and obey. It feel so good to obey”. “Yes, sir,” the two alpha cop partners answered in unison. Their eyes were dull and masculine voices calm. “Good, officers. You trust me completely. You both know that I will take care of you. Make you feel so good and relax. All you have to do is surrender.” “You will take care of us if we surrender,” the officers replied. The therapist smiled as he noticed the bulges in the cops’ well fitting pants. “Good, officers. Show your obedience by giving me your guns.” The two cops hesitated at first but their muscular arms moved and unfastened their firearms. The therapist smiled as he took the guns from their hands. After packing their guns away, the therapist then stroked their muscular arms, “obeying in pleasure. Getting fucked is pleasure.” “Getting fucked is pleasure, obeying is pleasure,” the two blank minded cops answered. The therapist turned the two muscular cops and guided them to his office. His hands on their muscular cop asses.
“Freeze, don’t move,” officer Oxly aimed his assault weapon at the well dress prep. The department got a tip that the mastermind of a major human trafficking ring is in the area. The man was considered dangerous. Officer Oxly didn’t think the man looked very dangerous as he held up his hands and easily surrender. “Just relax officer. Breath easily,” the mastermind pleaded with his hands up. “I am no threat to you. You can relax. Breathe in and out. That right, just relax. Lower your weapon.” Oxly blinked and lowered his weapon. He felt so relaxed as he did so. “That a good officer. You feel so relaxed and good. You feel so good in giving me control. I’m no threat to you.” The man moved closer to Officer Oxly. “You want all your stress from being in control to just fade?” Oxly nodded yes as he stood face to face with the man. “All you have to do is give up control and surrender completely to me.” The mastermind gently stroked Oxly’s big thick arms. The stranger’s touch felt so calming and relaxing as he allowed the man to take his weapon out of his hands. His cock was throbbing in his uniform. He never been so hard. “Good officer, you are going to drive me to the shipyards to my waiting ship.” The man openly stroked the cop’s muscular body, “you going to be very useful. A big tough cop like you are going to make us a lot of money. “Yes, sir,” Officer Oxly moaned as he turned to get into the patrol car. The mastermind smiled as he took in the big cop ass as it stretched the police uniform pants. “Yes, a lot of money,” the man smiled before getting into the passenger side seat. The abandoned patrol car was found several hours later at the shipyard with Officer Oxly’s uniform and underwear. There was no trace of the cop or his prisoner.
Dominik always takes a walk with his dog after a long shift, a little further out of town, in a small foresty area. He just arrives back at his car, opening the trunk for the dog to jump in, when he hears someone approach him. "Ey, Dom." He hears a man's voice right behind him. Turning around, he spots Jack, a guy he had met a couple of times on these trails. A rough-looking guy wearing grey track suit pants, sneakers, and a black leather jacket They talked a few times, with Jack being very kind but oddly interested in him. Dominik didn't mind, unless he openly hit on him.
"Hey Jack." He says, and they shake hands before the man approaches his dog, patting him gently. "Ey buddy." Jack growls, turns to Dominik, and takes a deep pull from his cigarette. "Nice to see you again, Dom. How was work?" He says this, casually pointing at the uniform. "Ah, it was okay." Smirking, Jack blows smoke all around them, with the bitter taste instantly invading Dominik's nostrils.
"What are you smoking, man?" He grimaces, taking another deep breath before closing the trunk of his car. "Some herbs from my yard; it smells nice, am I right?" Jack smirks again, blowing another wall of smoke right at Dominik's face, who tries to block his face with his hand. With one swift motion, however, Jack grabs his wrist and pulls him towards him. "What are you?" Dominik protests, but he can't fight this man. He places his empty hand on his forehead, clocking his head back quickly before letting it rest against the palm of his hand.
Dominik loses control over his body. Dizzy, confused, and powerless, he feels a sudden pulse of electricity run through his whole body. The source of it is the tip of Jack's fingers. Again and again, waves of pain and pleasure pulsate through Dominik's body. "Ah, good boy." Jack growls, gently pulling him even closer to whisper into his ear.
"I hoped to see you today; I couldn't wait any longer." The man says it breathlessly, and the sound of his voice sends shivers down Dom's spine. Something about it makes it even harder to stay conscious. It's weird, but somehow he feels easier than before. A voice inside his head tells him to relax, to give in, and to obey this man's every word. "Who...are...you?." He saysslowly.
"You're gonna find out." Jack giggles softly. "It's time to serve, officer." At the sound of these words, something buried deep inside his mind triggered. Dominik's chest twitches; his whole body gets stiff and rigid, with his eyes rolling back into his skull. The man lets out a guttural moan, and his body stands at attention.
"See. You remember." Jack grins and lets go of the man's head. "Officer. Freeze." He demands, and Dom does as he is told. He folds his behind his back, lifts his head slightly, and stands still. "Good." The man puts leather gloves on and places a hand at Dom's chin, tracing his jawline with his fingers. He grabs his erect cock while feeling the officer's face, caressing his cheeks, his soft skin, and his neck. "Good boy." Jack says, now walking around the man, his hands now wandering all over Dominik's body, his firm shoulders, down his arms, to his back, and to his ass. "Tight uniform." He moans softly. "Take your vest off. Now." Dominik obeys instantly. "Yes sir."
Carefully, he takes the heavy vest off and lets it drop to the floor. "Good boy." Jack smirks, hugging the officer from behind, feeling his chest firmly with both of his hands. "Officer. Get hard." He says and feels all of the cops muscles tense harshly against the fabric of the uniform. "Fuck." Jack moans again, his thick, throbbing cock tenting against Dom's ass in his trousers. "Officer, flex." He orders. The officer lifts his arms, his biceps getting even bigger. "Freeze."
Jack walks around again, lovingly caressing the man's arms, his dick twitching again and again. "Good boy. Now follow me." He leads him back to the car and opens the door. Jack sits down, with the cop standing right in front of him. "Kneel, officer." Dominik nods, and an empty expression spreads all over his face. Jack places his hand back on Dominik's chin, lifting it gently. "Officer. You were trained to serve. Formed to obey. Follow my every command. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Dominlk says, drooling. "Good boy. Now, do what I taught you before."
*Snap* Dominik sticks his tongue out, leans in, and starts licking Jack's crotch firmly and longingly, his tongue massaging his hard cock. "Good, good boy." The officer growls, his hands now on Jack's thighs to steady himself. The man runs his hands through the cop's hair, pressing his head against his trousers, securely holding him in place.
"Are you ready for the next step?" He smirks happily. Dominik barks, just like his dog would, while sitting at the back of the car, watching them.
*snap* The officer's body gets rigid once more, leaning back. Jack pulls his joggers down, exposing his massive, wet dick, already leaking heavily. For a minute, he regains his composure. The officer kneeling in front of him makes it hard to stay level-headed. "Officer. Suck." He demands, and in an instant, Dominik opens his mouth and takes the whole dick into his mouth, gagging shortly. "Good boy." Jack moans deeply, wrapping a hand around the man's head as he moves his head rhythmically.
The two men move as one, Jack thrusting into the cop's mouth harder and harder, causing him to gag again and again. Right then, the urge to cum gets too strong, and he shoots a massive load into the man's mouth. "Fuuuck." He grunts, still holding the officer in place. Then he releases him, looking at him and his cum-filled mouth.
"Swallow it, all of it." Dominik does as he is told and smiles contently. "Good boy." Jack caresses his cheek. "I can't let you go anymore. You belong to me." He gets dressed, stands up, and walks around the cop, still kneeling. Gently, he wraps his arm around Dominik's neck and starts choking him firmly. Instinctively, Dom tries to free himself, but his body isn't really following his commands. He starts moaning, grunting, and struggling against his attacker. "Shhh." Jack says, tightening the grip even more. Dominik's legs start moving as he is pulled back. He groans, desperately gasping for air, but it's no use. His body goes limb, his arm and legs drop to the floor, and Jack releases him, carefully putting him to the ground.
He checks his surroundings; no one is in sight. Time for some more fun. He starts feeling the officer's body some more. His strong chest, neck, and arms down to his crotch when he notices the cops rock-hard dick tenting in his uniform pants. He rubs his hand against it again and again, shooting another load into his own underwear.
Jack then takes handcuffs from the cop's belt and handcuffs his arm behind his back. Swiftly, he searches for the keys to the car and gets him into it. He picks up the vest, puts it in the car as well, and drives off, his newest toy ready for some more.
It started off just a routine traffic stop but as soon as the older man brush his hand against Officer Carter’s hand, the cocky alpha cop was overcame with a feeling of inferiority and submissiveness. He could only stand there as the elegant dress man told him how good it feel to surrender control. Officer Carter felt so relaxed as all his stress faded. He grew hard as the man told him how sexy he looked, and the older man reached out and grabbed his crotch through the tight uniform. Carter, who always in control and dominant, felt so good as he submitted and let the real man molest him. He felt so insufficient, despite his thick hard muscles, as the thin older man got out of the car. Carter didn’t resist as the man pressed down on his broad shoulders. The tough straight officer knelt and obediently undid the man’s cock. The man’s cock was so thick and long, as Officer Carter stroked it. It seem so natural for Carter when he took the cock into his mouth. Officer Carter didn’t care who might pass and see the muscular young cop, the only thing matters was pleasuring his master. He felt so good as the man fucked his face. His own cock bulging painfully in his briefs and tight uniform. He was quickly rewarded with the master’s cum, as the man shot deep into Carter’s mouth. The master instructed Carter to return to his patrol car and followed him home. Carter obeyed and followed the master back to a large mansion. Carter got out of the patrol car and followed his master into the large house. Once inside the large luxurious master bedroom, the man order carter to strip. Officer Carter stripped. He felt proud of his muscular body as the master look with approval. The order man ordered Carter to keep his gun belt and his yellow police vest on. Officer Carter obediently bent over the bed to expose his big muscular cop ass. He moaned deep as the master grabbed his waist and forced his cock deep into Carter’s virgin cop pussy. Officer Carter felt only pleasure as he was penetrated for the first time.
That’s right officer, keep watching the swinging watch. You thought you could get away with harassing my little bro, you were mistaken. With each piece of clothing you take off, the more obedient you become. You are no longer a real officer, you are a stripper. Now get to it.
