Hypno Cop 3: My First Patrol
by IsoGAYCop
As I sat there at my dining room table at 3:30 AM still in Gavin's police uniform, with Gavin staring at me, I smelled bad. I no longer smelled like Gavin, but my own sweat had mixed with his manly aroma in his uniform and I just smelled bad. As I check myself I could feel a nice warm juicy feeling in my, Gavin's, uniform briefs. While I had self-hypnotized me to be Gavin, I had ejaculated some time this evening in his pants and in his white briefs. Oh, shit I thought to myself. I now had some idea what it felt like to want to get out of this uniform after a duty shift.
Gavin was still smiling and staring at me (while still sitting in his uniform) with now a doggy-eyed look that by now could only mean he still thought he was Mike Trent, his police partner with whom earlier had rode with Gavin as a civilian. He was still dressed in his gym outfit only now without his sweat top, which was now on the table. You could tell that he, too, had worked up a good sweat as his chest glistened and front of his gym shorts were wet.
"Did I pass your inspection, Gavin?"
"Gavin WHAT?" I barked back at him, starting to remember some of the activities of this past evening.
"Officer Taylor, SIR!" snapped 'Mike.' "Sorry for the slip," he again smiled.
I just continued to sit there for a moment as all the my activities when self-hypnotized as Gavin during this last duty shift sank in. 'What a rush' seems to be an understatement. I remembered my previous self-hypnotic programming to have Mike guide me through this shift's police procedures. Shit, if Gavin was going to work, he might as well get paid for it, I had thought.
While still in the police cruiser, I told "Mike" to handle the radio. Asked him if he still remembered if he could throw "my" voice as he did in college as roommates when he used to get me in trouble with the ladies.
"10-4, Sir" he growled and of course 'Mike' immediately sounded like Gavin's old-self.
"Good. Then you handle the radio tonight, but tell me first what you are going to say before broadcasting" I cautioned him. I didn't need 'me' to get in trouble with then civilian 'Mike' on the radio.
"10-4, Sir"
My previous self-hypnotic programing kicked-in again as I backed up the police cruiser and drove out of the apartment complex. I only wanted a short shift and keep out of the way of other officers and any 'real' trouble that night.
I told 'Mike' that tonight wasn't a formal shift, but an extra shift I volunteered to try to increase my "quota" for speeding tickets. I knew that the local police department encouraged the men to work extra hours writing up tickets. During this time, they weren't bothered by central dispatch and paid if they made a pre-assigned quota.
'Mike' knew exactly what to say, of course, to central dispatch so that 'I' was covered. We drove about town not worried that I would then be bothered by other officers. If I saw another car, I just flashed my lights 'hello' and if anyone specifically called for Gavin to stop and meet, 'Mike' would brushed them off for me. All the while I listened and absorbed the lingo myself.
"Where should we go tonight to set up our speed trap?" I quizzed 'Mike'.
"South of town, on old 290 between the bars and the private college."
"You remembered" I praised 'Mike'.
"You taught me well in our previous rides" shot back a pridefull 'Mike'.
I cruised the strip, known for college students speeding while driving back to the private college which happens to be in a dry county next door after enjoying themselves at the local bars. It was funny to see all the brake lights go on as other drivers recognized my police cruiser.
"Here, Sir" as 'Mike' pointed to the right into an overgrown, seemingly unused, road. I turned down the road and planned to turn around, but noticed a "hot rod" with it's lights out in the distance. I continued down the road and parked right behind the car, lights flashing.
"Do you want me to call for back-up, Sir?"
"No, I think I can handle this" I said expecting to find to lovers making out. Much to my surprise as I walked up to the drivers window and shown my flash light beam into car I saw two college-aged jocks asleep in the car. I took out my club and tapped on the window, while each moved slightly, neither woke up. I opened the door and I could smell the liquor in the car and see beer bottles all over the floor.
Both had passed out drunk. Looking in the back seat I saw a past issue of 'Playgirl' magazine, the issue with the New York Cop on the cover.
I shown the light to my face and looked back to the police cruiser. Motioned 'Mike' to join me. He got out and walked up along side me.
"Sleeping like drunk babes" I said. "OK, what should I do with them" I quizzed.
"Well, lets see. We didn't catch them driving, I see lots of open beer containers, and" as 'Mike' pulled out each man's wallet. "Neither are of legal age to drink."
"Good. Sound like a lot of paperwork and with no payback in terms of ticket quota." My self-hypnotic orders to avoid taking these into the precinct forced my reply.
"We could take out your throw away plastic cuffs and tie them up in the back seat" suggested 'Mike'. "That way when they wake they won't drive off drunk as we set up our speed trap down the road."
"Good suggestion" as I returned to pick up the plastic cuffs from the cruiser.
When I returned I found that 'Mike' had pulled both jocks out of the car and leaned them on their stomachs over the trunk of the car. The jock next to 'Mike' had his pants and boxers pulled down. 'Mike' had just spit on his fingers and proceeded to positioned himself behind him, and spread apart his white, hairless, smooth round butt. There it was, a cute little pink hole waiting to be explored. 'Mike' inserted his middle finger deep into his little hole. The first jock reacted well to his move, not waking but started to rock his butt, moaning and groaning shamelessly.
"Well, we might as well have some fun with them before we leave them" he unashamedly said. "This one looks like a real stud." I was in shock, or was I? As Gavin, I thought 'Mike' was straight. I thought I, as Gavin, was straight. It was obvious this 'Mike' was Gay and this demonstration had happened before on a previous ride.
"Don't you like the driver?" 'Mike' asked? Boom! Gavin, thus I, must also be Gay and still in the closet at work. Immediately my cock popped up instantly in my uniform pants. The driver of the hot rod did now looked really young and hot. I placed my left palm on his skin tight jeans and started moving it around. My cock became real hard as I then unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down his legs. The driver moaned, but still was too drunk to wake.
"Throw me one of your extra rubbers in your wallet" 'Mike' yelled at me.
For a moment I was confused, but I pulled out my (Gavin's) wallet from the back of my uniform pants and opened it up to find 4 condoms inside. I pulled out two, throwing one to 'Mike' and placing the other on the trunk. I put the wallet back in my back pocket.
I lubricated my two fingers with spit and stuck them into the drivers fuck hole. The Driver moaned more, but still was out. After preparing him I dropped my belt, pants, and briefs and put the condom on my hard dick. I slapped the drivers bare ass a couple of times as I force my cock up his fuck hole. I looked up across the trunk of the car and saw 'Mike' doing the same to the passenger, looking at me with heat in his eyes. I could tell he was fantasizing that he was fucking me in my uniform. The thought made me hotter as I exploded in my the drivers hot fuck hole. Boy, this was great. I had complete authority over this punk and fucking the daylights out of him at the same time seeing muscle hero worship from 'Mike' eyes while he was fucking the passengers ass. I then pulled out my cock from drivers hole and pulled up my briefs, uniform pants, and readjusted my utility belt.
Mike finished and after quickly pulling up his jock, shorts, and wrestled the passenger into the back seat of the car without pulling up his pants.
I tried to mimic 'Mikes' moves, however it wasn't so easy. What was wrong with me? I am much stronger than 'Mike'. Where is my strength? With a final push I too shoved the Driver in to the back seat of the hot rod, pants still around his ankles. I threw 'Mike' one pair of the plastic cuffs and handcuffed each to the back seat doors.
They could later move around when they woke, and maybe reach the horn, but won't be able to drive after they wake.
"Let them think they had a rough, nasty time in the back seat" Mike smirked proudly as we returned to the police cruiser. I started the car and headed back to the main roadway, Near the entryway, I turned off the lights and turned to 'Mike'.
"OK, set up the radar detector."
"Yes, Sir" and 'Mike' proceeded to turn on and calibrate the radar gun.
No more than a minute passed by and our first speeder zoomed by.
"80 miles an hour, go for it, Sir".
I turned on the headlights, put the police cruiser in gear and punched it. 'Mike' found the overhead flashing red and blue lights and siren and we were off. 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80 . 90 ..100 ...110 ....120 miles an hour and the cruiser continued to accelerate. As I drove, I could hear 'Mike' coaching me on other items in the way so as I could focus on driving. We quickly came up from behind the new BMW and it started to pull over. Before I could stop the cruiser and put it in 'Park', turned off the siren, leaving the overhead lights flashing. 'Mike' again reported:
"Vehicle owned by: Robert Smith, Riverton upstate. Not reported stolen, no warrants for arrest of owner."
I could still see 'Mike' working the computer terminal between us.
"OK, stand by and watch my back" I commanded. I proceed with a confident walk up to the drivers window. As I approached I took out my flash light and flashed it in the vehicle.
It was a college-age, blonde girl. If I was straight, my cock should be on the rise. She was a bombshell, for sure. Unfortunately, her charms didn't effect this gay cop.
"Driving license, please."
Utterly cold tone of my voice brought me back to a 'dream' memory. A memory, that I had been pulled over by another motorcycle cop, a couple of weeks before with this dialog.
"Seems like you were in a hurry, eh, Miss Smith?" I insured I said in a sarcastic manner, looking at her license.
"But officer, I just didn't realize how quickly I was going, I am so sorry." I could see she was battering her baby blue eyes at me, licking her moist lips, adjusting her large chest so I could see her cleavage, if I was interested. Not this gay officer of the law!
"Is this your current address?"
"No, I am living at Chi Omega sorority on campus until the end of the term."
"Wait here" as I turned and walked back to my cruiser. I sat in the Drivers seat gave the ticket book to 'Mike'.
"Fill it out and write her up" I commanded 'Mike'. He busily checked the computer, confirmed her address, wrote on the ticket sheet and passed it back to me.
"How does it look, Sir?" Hmmm, I didn't really know, it seemed OK. At the bottom, was Gavin's signature and Badge number. I chuckled. "Nice touch, my signature. I got to watch you and my checking accounts." We both laughed.
I got up out of the car and walked back up to the driver's window.
"Please sign here, Miss Smith." She pouted as she signed receipt of the ticket and returned the ticket pad to me. I gave her a copy.
"Thank you" she said sarcastically, "May I have your name and badge number, Officer?" she hissed."
"It's on the ticket, ma'am. Have a good evening" again I said very sarcastically and with that I smiled, sharply turned and strutted back to my cruiser. Ha, this bitch wasn't going to get no 'warning' from me, Officer Gavin Taylor." She probably has tried her bouncing tit act on all other straight officers before and got out warnings. I waited as the BMW started, and pulled out onto the road, now at a much slower 55 mph.
"Turn off the overheads, Mike" as I put the cruiser in gear and made a U-turn back to town.
I parked again at the speed trap and again, within another minute:
"84 miles an hour, go for it, Sir".
Again, I put the cruiser in gear and punched it. Lights and siren were wailing. This IS fun I said to myself. This time it was an early 80's Chev Camaro as it pulled to the side. Before I could shut down the cruiser, 'Mike' reported.
"Vehicle owned by: David Andrews, local. Not reported stolen, no warrants for arrest of owner, but he has parking tickets and one speeding ticket before, dismissed after taking driver's ed class."
"Watch my back" I again order as I walked up to car. It was a couple of minutes before I returned to the cruiser.
"Ok, whats the scoop, Sir?" 'Mike' asked.
"I gave him a warning" I sighed.
"You what, Sir?"
"He is so damn qute, Mike" He was in gym shorts, like you, but without a top. His chest and face were magnificent. I wrote down his address. I could tell he was hot for my cock. Maybe I will call him up later for coffee" I said as we watched him pull away.
'Mike' started to show a small pout. "Not as good as this?" as he removed his sweat shirt, showing his hot chest. Now, I know Gavin's body, but what I saw was my imagined fantasy of what Mike looked like and my dick grew even harder.
"No, 'Mike'. Yours the best" and he looked into my eyes and smiled again. 'Mike' kept the shirt off, though, for the rest of the night, just so I could get a new glance every couple of minutes to remind me.
Again, I returned the car to the speed trap. When we finished our quota for evening's speeding tickets, I turned to 'Mike': "Were, done." and I was about to turn on the lights to depart, when I heard a horn honking behind us down the unused road.
"Looks like someone woke up down there" I chuckled. 'Mike' smiled and shook his head in agreement. I put the cruiser in drive and slowly pulled out onto the highway and headed back into town. My cock was still real hard from glancing at 'Mike' when the cruiser hit a pot hole in the road. I immediately came and it took all my effort to continue looking at the road and drive.
I pulled into my apartment complex and parked the cruiser. We both got out, I locked the car and quietly walked up to my door, walked in and sat at the dining room table.
"Did I pass your inspection, Sir? Mike again repeated. I blinked again.
"Yea, Mike, you did great." A studly grin came over his face. "Now, close your eyes, and sleep." 'Mike's' eyes closed and I said: "When I count to three, you will open your eyes you will no longer be Mike Trent, but your old self, Officer Gavin Taylor. You will still be asleep and I still am your Master. You will remember being on patrol tonight and writing up speeding tickets, but you won't remember 'Mike' being with you. Nor will you remember fucking with the two jocks in the hot rod. I walked over to the bed and stripped off Gavin's uniform, wallet, ID and all onto the floor.
I laid on the bed, tired. "1 2 3."
Gavin opened his eyes and smiled eagerly at me.
"Officer Gavin Taylor reported as ordered, Sir!"
"How successful was your shift tonight, slave?"
"Great, I got my quota, Sir"
"Can you smell anything in this room, slave?"
He sniffed, "It stinks like a locker room, Sir" and I could see another hard-on in his shorts.
"It's me" I said.
"No, Sir" but I could see he enjoyed the thought. "Come over here and smell me, your Master and Commanding Officer. Lick my nipples and chest. You love the taste of my sweat, slave."
Gavin almost jumped over his uniform to reach me on my bed and began to lick me on my chest.
"Sniff my arm pits and lick them clean" Make sure you can recognize my smell as a dog would his master.
"Yes, Commander, Sir" Gavin stuck his face in each of my pits, breathing deeply and enjoyed himself as he cleaned my arm pits. "Good boy, slave."
"Thank you."
"Now, strip off you gym gear, gather them and put them back into the duffle bag."
"Yes, Sir" Officer Travis grabbed his sweat shirt from the dining room table, removed his sneakers, socks and stripped off this gym shorts and jock and stored them in the duffle bag. He was now standing naked in front of me.
"Follow me into the shower and clean me off with soap, making sure you clean all areas." I turned on the water to a comfortable level and walked into the large shower stall with Gavin following me. He proceed to lather me up and scrub me down.
"You missed this officer" as I motioned to my hard cock again. "Suck it clean, NOW"
"Yes, Sir!" It took me a couple of more minutes this time to explode my hard cock into Officer Gavin Taylor's mouth. I must be reaching my limit for one evening.
"Now my little slave boy, your Master's is about to return the favor by cleaning you up. But remember, it is a tremendous honor to be given any attention by your Master, especially for a dirty little slave like you! Are you grateful, slave boy?"
"Oh Yes, Master."
I cleaned him up as much as could, turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. Officer Taylor just stood there. When I was finished I gave him my towel and he took it bringing it to his face and breathed deeply. His dick jumped up immediately again.
"Quit wasting my time and dry yourself off" I barked and immediately he wiped himself and got out of the shower. I almost felt bad about this, but it had to be done. "Officer Taylor, is that your uniform on the floor?" I barked.
"Yes, Sir" he looked horrified.
"Is that anyway to treat your uniform?"
"No, Sir" as he quickly gathered his things.
"Get dressed in your uniform, NOW!" Gavin put on his briefs with my cum stains still quite fresh. Put back on this wifebeater tee shirt, while only sniffing it quickly for my scent and continued to put the rest of the uniform on. When completed he turned to me.
"Ten-hut" I barked.
Officer Taylor snapped to attention.
"Close you eyes and sleep, slave" He was still at attention with his eyes closed. When I count to three, you will again open your eyes. Gather your things and get back into the police cruiser and return it for the evening at the precinct. You will then directly go home and go to bed. You will get up at your regular time and work your next shift. Understood?
"Yes, master."
"As before in our sessions, when you wake tomorrow morning you will not remember coming here, or seeing me. You will remember that you did an extra shift and the tickets you signed. You will also remember to accomplish the to-do list for your special internal assignment and call me again when it is completed. You will invite and convince your partner, Mike Trent, to join you for your session at your home at 5:30 PM. Understood?"
"Yes, master."
"1 2 3" Officer Gavin Taylor's eyes once again opened. But he didn't move.
"What are you waiting for, slave."
"I haven't been dismissed, Sir"
"Dismissed, now get out of here." He quickly gather his duffle bag and headed for the door and closed it gently.
I crawled into bed. Before turning off the light, I picked up the phone on the night stand and called the police dispatch and left an anonymous tip that a hot rod off of old 290 south of town needed assistance. What a night I thought as the room turned dark, outside I could hear the police cruiser engine start as Officer Taylor departed the parking lot.