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A policemans' tale - Part 3

Two months into his job as a police officer, and Lennard couldnt be happier. Hes doing a pretty good job at the station, and the chief is also very confident in him and his abilities as a police officer. In fact, he gave him a new partner, one greenhorn, who just finished studying, to tell him the ins and outs of the job. Right now, the car is parked at a vacant parking lot. Its noon, and the shift is nearly over. Just two more hours to go. Mario, his new partner, had to go to the toilet, thats why Lennard is waiting inside the car, watching him enter a small gas station.

The sun is shining brightly through the front window, while Lennard is browsing his phone, looking at pictures of himself in uniform. Swiping the pictures away, an ominous feeling washes over him. It feels like hes being watched by someone, something lurking nearby. He looks left and right, no one in sight, just a few cars, a bird here and there but nothing threatening. "Fuck." He chuckles, maybe hes just nervous. However, his body is tensing more and more, the hair on the back of his neck standing at attention.

Suddenly, he can hear something, deep inside his mind. A noise, a low screeching sound, like somebody is scratching the whiteboard with rusty nails. It gets louder and louder, a pain inducing sound. He closes his eyes, tries to cover his ears with his hands, but the sound is already echoing through his every thought. Lennard realizes, that it seems like somebody, something is calling for a him. "Lennard." A familiar yet distant voice mutters, again and again.

"What is this?" He groans, when the noise suddenly drops. The officer lowers his hands, and opens his eyes. Again, no one in sight. But then. "Can you here me boy?" That voice rings through his head once more, causing the cop to shake his head. "What? Who?" Lennard rubs his temple. "Lennard, do you hear me." The voice says in a more serious tone. Shaking his head, chuckling nervously, Lennard tries to play it off. "I must be exhausted. Hallucinating." He closes his eyes, to concentrate, but then, he can feel a presence inside him.

"Youre not hallucinating, boy." The voice smirks. "Ive been here for a while now." Lennard shakes his head, looks around, where is he?? "You cannot see me, boy." The man laughs mockingly. "Im inside your mind." Still chuckling nervously, Lennard looks into the rear view mirror, and inside his eyes, he can see something different. A faint shine is hiding behind them. "Who are you?" He says, worried. "This has to be a dream." He thinks to himself. "This cant be." For a few seconds, the voice is quiet, before a laughter echoes through his mind. "Not a dream, boy. Let me show you."

Lennards heart beats through his chest, he cant breathe, cant move, when his eyes close shut. He doesnt have control right now, and more and more flashes explode infront of his inner eye. Memories, of the past few months. The voice lets him live through these moments again. He remembers the first time he went under, inside a similar police car, just one week into this job. He feels his whole body going through it again, his partner chocking him hard, the music playing in the background, the commands. Obey. Relax. Stay calm and follow orders.

His breath quickens even more as he feels himself going under again. His dick rock hard, edging him on, while all of his muscles try to burst through the tight uniform. Then, it ends, another memory bursts to life. The second time, that man, visited him at home. He went under in just an instant, his body being conditioned already to follow this mans voice. The same voice as today. Unable to breathe, he opens his eyes and lets out a long, deep groan. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" Lennard shoots loudly, sweating heavily. "Liked what you saw?" The voice mocks, causing Lennard to look at his crotch, his dick bulging and twitching inside his tight pants.

"This is sick!" Lennard protests, but he cannot help himself but stroke himself firmly, again and again. Its written into his mind, hearing the voice of his master is triggering him more and more. "Youre a freak!" He hisses, looking around again. "Im just going to take whats mine, Lennard." The voice smirks again. Lennard closes his eyes for a second, contemplating. "This gotta be a nightmare". He thinks, as he feels himself growing weaker. "Dont fight it boy, youre just making it harder for yourself." Lennard bites his lips, opens his eyes, when he feels a familar warmth spreading through his body, starting at the top of his spine, sending shivers down his back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The cop growls, as his back gets stiffer. All of his muscles, every fiber in his body is vibrating. "Taking over." The voice says calmly. Lennard tries to get up, out of the car, just away from him. But somehow, the seatbelt acts as a restraint, growing tighter around his heavy chest. "LET ME GO." He thrashes around, but its no use. "I love it when they try." The voice laughs, and Lennards breathing gets heavier, as it gets harder to breathe.

At the same time, he is touching himself, his dick getting bigger and bigger the more the warmth spreads through his body. Lennard feels it invading his chest, his abs and stomach. "FUCK." He looks down, his pecs hardening, and he tries to get the belt of, or at least his police vest. Still, no use at all. Quite the opposite. His heart accelerates even more, and hes close to fainting due to pure pressure. Its hot, sweaty inside the car. He gasps for air, for a relief, but the warmth keeps spreading, right into his thick arms. "No. Please." He cries out, as his muscles tense harsher than ever before. Looking at his sleeves, he can see something move underneath his skin. Whatever that thing is, its really inside him already. The warmth then reaches his fingerstips, and his arms go numb. He cant move them, feel them, but in horror, he watches them move again. The hand on his dick intensifies the grab, rubbing the twitching cock now firmly, while the other strokes across his chest, easily sliding underneath the vest to put more pressure on the chest.

"How do you feel now." The voice mocks him, as hes in pain, lonely tears running down his face. "Please, stop." He begs, but that feeling wont stop. Instead, it slowly spreads into his thighs, balls and further down into his calves, feet and toes. Lennard kicks violently, until his legs go numb too. He can only sit there, watching his body disobey him. "Nearly there, boy." The voice says, and lets the officers hand stroke him even harder. Lennard is already sweating, his chest and heart are aching, while his hands wander across his whole body. Then, he sees Mario inside the gas station, buying some snacks. He tries to reach for the horn, to make any noise, or maybe the holster around his thighs, but his arms, hands are not responding. "Nice try." The voice giggles. "There is no help for you now."

"Dont. Please." Lennard says, his eyes following his hand towards his cock again, before he grabs himself firmly. His dick is imprinting through the pants along his thighs, and he starts to jack him off. The warmth is still spreading, his chest feels fuzzy now, and his cock is filled with it too. Still, he can feel the pressure, the pain and pleasure with every move of the hand. He shakes is head, one last attempt to break free. "Still so resilient? I like that." The voice laughs, and the feeling stops for a second. Lennard takes a deep breath, hoping for it to be over. But then, so quickly, the warmth spreads into his head, his mind, flooding it with more flashes of past overtakings. It simply gets too much, and he feels his thoughts being washed away. He drools heavily, and it stains his vest. With his hand still massaging his cock, his eyes lose focus, and with multiple strong thrusts, his body shoots loads and loads of cum right into his briefs, the hot liquid even pressing through its fabric and into the navy blue uniform pants.

For a few more seconds, he sits there, his body stiff and rigid, before it slowly goes limp. Lennard regains his composure, his eyes gain focus, and he moves a hand to steady his heavy head. However, Lennard is gone, its the voice whos leading that body now. His eyes are shining slightly, as he looks into the rear view mirror, admiring his pretty face. He moves his hand towards his firm jawline, traces it with one finger while the other hand touches his wet, throbbing cock through the pants. "Finally." He groans, still feeling the pleasure radiating through every fiber of his body.

"I was waiting for this day" He says in the officers voice, yet not his voice. A mixture from their voices, deep, rough, yet smooth at times. The man starts to touch himself, his chest, neck, feeling his biceps pressing against the tight shirt and vest. "Even better than expected." He smirks, still rubbing his cock firmly. There is a huge wet spot covering his crotch, but this just makes him hard again. And the smell, so good, Lennards aftershave is easily covering up the faint scent of cum, but its slowly but surely getting heavier inside the car. He exhales deeply, the body still sore from the hostile takeover. "Fuck, this feels good." The officer leans his head back, enjoying this moment. He licks his lips, having a closer look at the tattoos, beautifully drawn, making him even hotter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he flexes the huge arms, one by one.

But then, his eyes spot Mario slowly walking towards the car, some snacks in hand, and when he sees 'Lennard' he smiles. "There he is." 'Lennard" smiles back, and quickly, picks up his phone from the floor, looking through it for a very special video. The door opens, and Mario gets inside. "It was a mess in there." He says sitting down, turning his face towards 'Lennard'. "I hope I didnt catch anything." Mario giggles, and hands his partner a bag of sweets, but he doesnt respond.

Just then, he notices the state 'Lennard' is in. Messed up hair and face, dranched in sweat, his vest and pants stained, and ultimately a mess. "Are you ok, Lenny?" Mario says, his eyes slowly wandering down his partners body, catching him stroking his dick through the wet pants while going through his phone. "What the fuck..." He says, but looking into 'Lennards' eyes interrupts him. Theyre shining ever so brightly, multiple colors at once it seems. Mesmerizing, they spin slightly, and it gets worse once their eyes meet. "Never felt better." 'Lennard' smirks, but its not his usual voice. "Whaat...what happened?" Mario stutters, his eyes pulling back from that burning gaze, back to the hand rubbing that massive cock.

"I took what was mine." 'Lennard' says, placing a hand at the officers shoulder, right next to his neck. This causes Mario to flinch, and look back into those eyes. "Yours?" He says quietly, and 'Lennard' just raises his phone right into his face. "Watch this, and you will understand." The video plays, and instantly, the car is filled with an ear piercing music. The officer tries to pull away, flinching again, but 'Lennard' holds him in place. "Whatt?" He says, and his eyes stare at the screen. A beautiful spiral dances across the phone, so many colours, swirling around.

"Hold it." 'Lennard' demands and without hesitating, Mario takes it with both hands. They drop to his lap, but his eyes are stuck at the screen. "Good job, officer." 'Lennard' smirks, and reaches for the mans chest. Lovingly, he starts to stroke him underneath his vest, one hand still caressing his neck. "Thats right. Watch it. Good boy. Feels good?" Mario doesnt respond, instead, his mouth opens slightly, and he starts to drool. "Ah, that good. I see." He says, stroking him more and more, as his body reacts instinctevly. The chest grows firm, the nipples hard, and his muscles bulge, with the uniform barely able to contain him. "Big boy, arent we?"

'Lennard' holds back a low growl, while touching his partners upper body. He feels good, smooth, young. Mario enters a state of vacancy. That video, is made to weaken a mans mind, to make him open for programming. And Mario seems to be the perfect subject. His body reacts simultaneously to every single touch, while he keeps watching that video, keeps listening to the music. The officers mind is filled with commands. Obey. Relax. Just give in. That feels so good.

'Lennards' body is reacting as well, with his throbbing cock again tenting inslde the uniform. "I love this part." He says, and runs a hand down his trousers. At the same time, he feels Marios dick tenting as well. "Good boy." He smirks, that twitching cock in his hand. "Can you hear me, Mario?"

"Yes." He says in a monotone voice, his eyes stuck at the screen. "Good. Were nearly there." 'Lennard' licks his lips, opens Marios pants, and manages to pull his huge dick out. "Look at that." He wraps a hand around it, and gets started. Rhythmically, he moves his hand, up and down, starting off slow, with increasing pace and strength. He leans into him, whispering into his ear. "Listen to my voice. Youre trained to serve, meant to serve, and thats what you will do. You will follow my orders, my command. What I say is your wish. What I want is an order. Do you understand."

Marios face grimaces due to the pain and pleasure echoing through his whole body. "Yes." He moans deeply, his body tenses, and all of him is pulsating. His mind, his muscles, his cock. Every fiber of his being. He begins to thrust against 'Lennards' grip, but he just smirks. "Good. But you wont cum yet. Just when I tell you to. Do you understand?" This makes his body gets even harder. All of him is ready to cum, ready to serve, but he cant. His eyes loose focus, he drops the phone and leans his whole body back against the seat.

"Officer?" The man says, removes his hand from the erect cock, and places a hand at Marios neck. In response, he lets out a low guttural moan. "Now." 'Lennard' says, and with that, Marios body twitches as his cock explodes again and again. He moans and groans as his eyes roll completely back into the skull. After a few more dry shots, he regains his composure. 'Lennard' is touching himself while watching his newest subject. "Good boy." He pats Marios cheek, who doesnt react. His eyes are vacant now, but they are shimmering slightly. "Very good boy." 'Lennard smiles, grabs the officers dick, and carefully dresses him again.

He pats his chest and thighs, admiring that mans physique. Then he lets his hands explore the whole body. His arms, hands, shoulders, thighs. He takes his time feeling his chest, neck and face, enjoying that smooth skin, the stubble and soft lips. "Can you hear me, boy." Mario nods, his eyes looking into the distance. 'Lennard' unzips his pants, pulls them down, includlng the underwear and exposes his wet, sweaty, throbbing cock.

"You earned yourself a meal." He says, patting Marios neck firmly, who doesnt waste any time. He bends down, and takes the cock into his mouth. He knows how to move his mouth, exactly hitting every of his most sensitive spots. "Fuuuuck." 'Lennard's groan turns into a giggle. He puts a hand at the Marios neck, forcing the whole cock into the mouth, making him gag. This, however, doesnt Interrupt him. He keeps sucking, and after a few more seconds, after all that pleasure before, he cums right into his mouth. Mario swallows it, and 'Lennard' has to tell him to stop.

"Good job." He says, admiring Marios engagement. "We're going to have fun".