Rocco Under (mm hypno)
by copsucker_99
Chapter 1
I had another close call with the law yesterday. Officer Rocco, the tough Italian cop who patrols my neighbourhood must have been down on his arrest quota or something and decided to pick on me. He'd eyed me before, but this was the first time he had spoken to me or threatened me with arrest.
I have managed to avoid the trip downtown with other cops in the past. Once they get you into the car, they usually reveal their true reasons for the pick up, and it usually has something to do with their long boring shift and the lack of attention they get from their wives or girlfriends. Let's just say that the negotiated settlement for my release usually takes place somewhere other than the holding cells downtown. I've heard a little about this Rocco from the others in the past. Apparently he's a cop by choice, independently wealthy and owns a boat moored on the lake which they go to for boozey cop-only parties at which quite a few sensitive issues had been discussed, and not all of them work-related!
I was casually walking along on my way to the drug store when his cruiser pulled up across my path, blocking the sidewalk. He swaggered around from the driver's side and started asking me where I thought I was headed. I replied that I was just going to the shop for some supplies when he told me that I wouldn't be needing anything right now except maybe a good lawyer, as he intended to take me in on suspicion of prostitution!
I wasn't even wearing my usual work clothes, just stepping out for a few minutes to get some supplies. He pushed me down onto the hood and wrenched my hands behind my back, cuffing them roughly. He was a strong one, but I was determined to see just how strong he was.
He led me to the side of his cruiser and pushed me into the back seat and slammed the door. He sauntered around to the driver's seat once more and jumped in, looking mighty pleased with himself. I knew I had to act fast before he started to drive us downtown because once he started driving, I wouldn't be able to divert his concentration without causing an accident in which I might get injured.
"Officer, these cuffs are so tight that I can't even feel my hands anymore. Could you let 'em off a little, please?"
He didn't answer, but neither did he start the engine. He sighed and looked around at me, looking right into my eyes. Perfect!
I stared deep into his eyes, focussing on the brain activity behind them, with all my powers of concentration, I was willing him to obey me. I sensed that he was vulnerable as his immediate reaction was to frown as if to say "What the...!?"
Within a couple of second though, his face muscles relaxed as he stared deep into my eyes, his own eyes taking on a glazed almost lifeless expression. I concentrated hard on a spinning spiral, trying to transfer the energy of such a device into the iris of my eyes. I could feel my will flowing through my brain and into my eyes, burning like coals, captivating his attention. He didn't speak, he didn't move, he just stared fixedly into my eyes.
This was it, time to find out if he would be as vulnerable as the rest of the cops. I spoke slowly and in a deliberately commanding tone: "Rocco, can you feel it, can you feel the power of my will?"
He looked a little stunned, perhaps a little confused about the process he was experiencing, the tough cop within him unable to resist the forces of my will, he was obviously entranced by my staring eyes. Very slowly he answered with a low "Yes".
I tried not to react, as I didn't want to distract him from falling deeper under my hypnotic spell, but internally I was ecstatic that he had succumbed so quickly. I realised that not only could I avoid the trumped up charges he intended to put on me, but I could have my own fun with this tough bully cop. I suddenly had an idea.
"You will drive us to your boat" I commanded, hoping that what I had heard about his boat on the lake was true.
"Yes, the boat" he responded. He turned without changing his facial expression, he turned and started the engine and we began to cruise toward the lake, which I was relieved to see was in the opposite direction to Police Headquarters. It seemed my plan had worked!
Despite his altered state of consciousness, Rocco drove safely and slowly through the streets until we reached the car park at the banks of the lake. Looking out across the marina I saw that there were lots of boats moored here, but no people around.
He parked the car and remained seated in the driver's seat, seemingly awaiting his next command.
"You will uncuff my hands and lead me to your boat".
"Yes" was all he said as he followed the instruction, gently releasing my hands and leading me across the asphalt and along the pier until we reached a comfortable looking boat, much bigger than I had imagined a cop would be able to afford!
He stepped onboard and turned and reached for my hand to guide me onto the deck. The boat rocked slowly and gently in the water, adjusting to our weight as we headed for the cabin. From there I could see that there was quite a roomy area below deck, almost like a home. This was where I wanted him, out of sight of anyone who might happen along.
"Take me below," I commanded.
He turned without speaking and descended the steep ladder-like steps. Once on the lower deck, he raised his arms to assist me down. Under the deck it was set up like an apartment with a bed and wardrobe on opposite sides, and a kitchen area at one end, and bathroom at the other. The wardrobe seemed to be full of women's clothes.
"Are these all yours?" I asked.
"Tina's" was his reply. I figured that this Tina must be his wife or something. She sure seemed to have good taste, and a fondness for slinky black lingerie. This was going to be fun! One of the other cops told me that one drunken night on Rocco's boat, they'd discussed transsexuals and cross dressers and expressed a fascination with them.
"Show me her favourite panties," I commanded.
Slowly he moved to the wardrobe and rifled through the drawers, finally selecting a brief pair of lacey black panties, holding them out to me.
"Sniff them." He sniffed deeply at the crotch of them. I could see that his uniform pants were beginning to strain as the blood flowed into his dick and forced it to swell.
"Give them to me." I took them from his outstretched hand. He watched as I rubbed them over my chest, down onto my groin.
"Take off your uniform Rocco", it was beginning to get interesting now. I watched, with increasing excitement as he slowly undid his belt, dropping it, with all the cop paraphernalia to the wooden floor of the boat. Next he undid the buttons on his coat, peeling it off his broad shoulders and dropping it also to the floor. He slid his shoes off, undid the button at his waistband, causing his pants to drop in a heap around his feet. He stood there before me now in just his undershirt and jockey shorts, tented out with a massive bulge from his hardened piece of meat.
My own blood was flowing fast now! He sure was a fine specimen, masculine, hairy and built with a sexy tattoo band around his right bicep.
"Stay right where you are until I get back," I told him. I went into the small but functional bathroom and stripped out of my clothes and had a very quick shower, impressed by the fit out of his boat, and thinking how much I'd like to go for a cruise in it with a big sexy cop like Rocco, just the two of us on a long voyage.
Hanging on the rail of the shower was a pair of black stockings, so after I dried off, I decided to slip them on, as well as the black panties that he'd chosen as her favourites. They were pretty tight, especially around the groin in my present condition, but I managed to tuck myself into them. I washed my face and splashed on a little of the perfume that was beside the sink, I guess it was also Tina's. It smelt a little femme for my taste, but was not too overpowering.
When I went back out to the main area below the deck, he was waiting right where I had left him, staring into space in his underwear. As I walked past him, I heard his deep intake of breath and realised that he was savouring the scent of the cologne, his brain associating it with Tina, his bulge throbbed.
I stood in front of him now, wearing her panties and stockings, and her scent, but I was not her, so I could see a slight look of confusion on his face.
"Does she look this good?" I teased him.
Chapter 2: The Ladder
As I held onto the rail at the entrance to the living quarters, I began to descend the ladder, which was a difficult task in her pumps! I managed to slowly make my way down, safe from view of those on boats moored nearby.
Officer Rocco, still entranced and staring at my every move, stood a metre or so from the ladder, passively awaiting his next command.
When I reached the spot where my feet were level with Rocco's shoulders, I pushed one of them toward him, rubbing the sharp heel over his shoulder and chest playfully.
"Kiss this," I stated firmly.
Without hesitating, Rocco raised his hands to hold my leg as he leaned forward and kiss my foot, his lips lingering on my toe. He continued to work his lips over my foot, kissing each part of the shoe and each of my toes.
I held the rail and pressed the other foot onto his broad chest. All the weight my arms weren't supporting was now pressing against his strong chest, the heel of my left foot leaving a depression in his pectoral muscle. I worked the spike of the heel down to his nipple and pressed against that tender spot. The whole while, he continue to kiss my right foot lovingly.
"Remove my shoe" I commanded. Slowly Rocco undid the tiny buckle and slipped the high heeled pump from my foot. He immediately resumed kissing and licking my toes, sucking on them and lapping them like they were some kind of delicious fruit.
"Now the other one!" I ordered.
I let my naked foot rest on his shoulder as he removed my left shoe in the same careful manner. He licked all the way along the sole, which tickled a lot. Then he began to lovingly nibble and suck on my toes, lapping between them. His mouth felt so sexy, so warm and wet. My cock was throbbing inside the tight panties as I imagined that hot mouth being put to good use on other parts of my anatomy!
"Do you like my feet Rocco?" I asked. "Tell me."
It was like he didn't want to release my toes from his mouth long enough to speak, but he finally spoke, low and lustily.
"Yes, your feet. Must have them! Must kiss them!"
As he spoke, I rubbed my naked left foot over his chest, pushing it against his strong neck, rubbing his shoulder. I let it run down along his body, my toes scraping across his chest, down further.....down further....until my toes felt his rock hard bulge that was tenting out his underwear. I explored his groin with my toe and lifted it up under his balls, rubbing them, feeling them squish around in their fabric prison.
My arms were getting tired from holding myself up on the ladder, so I decided that it was time to change positions. I retracted my feet from his grasp and slowly turned around, the ladder cold on my naked feet now as I positioned myself so that my ass was level with Rocco's chest.
Teasingly I thrust it back toward him, the fabric of the panties touching his nose as he stood motionless behind me now, waiting for my next order. I could feel the heat of his breath on my ass as I rubbed it up and down across the tip of his nose. Unable to move of his own volition, still waiting for the next command, I pressed harder onto his face.
"Can you smell her perfume Rocco?" I asked, having applied a drop of it to my lower back earlier. "Does it turn you on baby?"
Rocco grunted his affirmative response. It was as though his body were trembling with frustration at being unable to respond, frozen by the hypnotic state he was in.
I pushed one of my feet back toward his groin and connected with the big bulge of his turgid blood-engorged prick, trapped in the fabric of his underwear. I massaged his cock with the ball of my foot for a while, stroking along the fat shaft, feeling the moisture of the precum near the tip that was spreading in a big wet spot on the side of his briefs.
"Take the waist-band in your teeth and slide it down Rocco."
Immediately I felt his nose press into my lower back as he tried to bite the thin elastic waistband. I felt the bristles on his chin against my butt as he began to slide the cloth down over the mounds of my ass. It was hard to slip down because the panties were so tight, and the front was stretched to almost breaking point by my own stiff shaft, and the rocking motion of the boat made him lose his grip a few times.
Finally, the panties slipped down to reveal my naked ass right in Rocco's face. I groaned in pleasure as I felt his face press against my ass, the heat of his face like a branding iron marking me forever his.
I raised and lowered myself slowly, rubbing myself slowly over his nose. It was as if time had stood still as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of a hot cop's face in my ass.
With a free hand, I slid the panties down in the front, letting my hard meat spring outward, the precum soaked panties rolled in a bunch at the top of my legs. I straighten myself up on the ladder, tired of holding on but not wanting to lose the position which was perfect for making Rocco worship my smooth ass.
"Slide the panties off me Rocco, strip me naked."
Rocco raised his hands to my thighs and slowly slipped the rolled up panties down until they fell around my feet on the ladder. I stepped out of them and they fell to the floor of the boat.
"Kiss my ass, Rocco." I couldn't wait to feel this hot stud cop's tongue against my ass. "Lick along the crack of my ass baby, like you mean it."
With no hesitation at all, Rocco, the tough Italian cop that only hours before was going to take me to the station and throw me in a cell, was now kissing and licking my butt like there was nothing else in the world that mattered. He was incredible, a natural!
His hot wet tongue found my puckered opening and began to lap and kiss and work it like I'd never felt a man do before. It was like he couldn't get enough of me. His hands, which had been resting on my thighs after sliding my panties off, now gripped my buns and spread them wide so that he could work his tongue all the more expertly against my ass. I was swooning on the ladder, almost losing my grip on more than one occasion with the excitement of the moment.
I pulled myself away from his face, tightening my grip on the ladder. Rocco would have none of it, as he lunged forward into my ass and began to lap and lick and kiss it even harder and more lustily than before. His hands kneading my butt, as I rubbed my stiff meat against the step of the ladder, smearing his boat with my cock juices.
"Rocco, remove your underwear and go and lie on the bed now". I had to get off the ladder before I fell and broke something! I figured I'd get him naked and then make him lie down. I could then squat over his face and he could resume his tongue-worship of my ass and I could finally see and play with that big hot cop salami that was so tempting.
Rocco was slow to obey this command, I guess he was enjoying what he was doing despite himself. "Go now!" I commanded.
Finally, he released my ass and moved over to the couch. I turned and watched as he slid down his wet briefs, his massive cock poking straight up into the air, glistening and harder than I'd ever seen a man's cock in my entire life. Slowly, as he watched my every movement, I stepped down the ladder to the floor of the boat.
"Lie down". Rocco sat on the bed and lifted his legs up and spun around to a lying position. He lay there prostrate, naked with his hard meat poking up into the air, looking incredibly desirable. There was not much headroom above him, but I was willing to give it a shot.
I walked over and lifted one leg up over his head, resting it on the bunk beside him, and thrust forward like doing a leg squat, lowering my ass to his face once more. Without being commanded to, he eagerly resumed his tongue-lashing of my hole.
To be continued?