Hypno Cop 5: Motorcycle Training
by IsoGAYCop
The phone rang and I checked the Caller-ID, it was the police station. Must be either Officer Taylor or Officer Trent with some news, I thought.
"Dr. Hix this is Officer Gavin Taylor"
"Well, hello Officer Taylor, what can I do for you today?"
"I called to inform you that...I have completed my assignment..." his voice trailed off.
"Tutti Fruiti" I said.
"Yes, Sir" responded Officer Taylor in an emotionless voice.
"Officer Taylor, you will report to my quarters after you shift with the items I have asked you to gather. Arrive at my building location with your police motorcycle, in uniform."
"Yes, Sir" replied Officer Taylor.
"And Taylor, find Officer Mike Trent and tell him that Dr. Hix requests that he complete his tasks this afternoon and accompany you when you report to me this afternoon, on his motorcycle, in uniform. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir. I will give him your message." I finished the conversation as I always did so that he remembered just what I wanted him to and to finish his shift as if nothing happened. It was about 4:40 PM when I hear doorbell ring, I walked with quickly with anticipation to the door to see my two motorcycle policemen hunks standing at my door with their eyes glazed. Officer Trent had a small package, and Officer Taylor had a duffle bag with him.
"Good Evening, Dr. Hix. May we come in? Officer Taylor asked.
"Please do" I replied and shut the door after each walked into my living room. They continued to stand as I walked up to them and said "tutti fruiti." Immediately their eyes blinked and said: "Reporting for Duty, as ordered, Commander".
"Did you bring me the materials I requested?"
"Yes, Commander" came back the response in unison.
"Good, follow me into my office" and both were right behind me as I walked in to my home office and sat down at the computer on my desk. Mike was the first and he placed on my desk a duplicate of his badge, police ID and nameplate for his uniform. I took the ID and placed it on my scanner and scanned both sides. While the computer scanned the ID I picked up the duplicate badge and stroked it. After scanning was completed I put the materials in a drawer that I had already cleaned out and prepared for Mike's stuff. Then I looked to Gavin and he then placed the duplicates of his badge, police ID, and nameplate on the desk and I scanned his ID. When completed I put them in another drawer previously cleaned out for this purpose.
"Present me your drivers license, slaves" and each pulled out their respective wallets and handed me the license. I scanned both into the computer and returned them to their wallets.
"What else do you have for me slave Taylor?" I inquired. Officer Taylor began pulling out clothing from his duffle bag. A new police uniform, in my size: Shirt, breeches, pants, boots, shoes, utility belt, handcuffs, and helmet. Then he took out one more package and slowly opened it. It was a service pistol. He check to see it was unloaded and presented to me butt first. I remembered from the previous session how to handle it and placed in the drawer and returned my attention to the rest of the uniform.
"Slave Taylor, strip off your uniform and get out of your underwear and redress without them." I ordered. When you awaken, the fact that these are missing will not concern you.
"Yes, Commander, Sir" he replied and within 3 minutes I had his pair of white low cut briefs and white wifebeater tee shirts. While he redressed, I stripped. As the previous night when I put on Gavin white low cut briefs and placed his white wifebeater tee shirt to my nose and breathed deeply. His aroma....his essence. I put on the tee shirt. I examined the new police uniform shirt and put it on, an exact, tailored (no pun intended) fit. My eyes fell upon the breeches and my cock immediately went hard. I put them on. What feeling of power I got from those breeches. The pants legs only went down slightly past my knees as they should, the rest of my leg to be covered by the dehner black boots of which I could smell the newness of the leather sitting close to me on the floor. I put on white athletic socks followed by the boots. My cock was at full attention as I stood up and felt the boots and my legs within the breeches. I put on the belt and utility belt. I found the keepers and snapped them around the pant belt and utility belt so they would act as one unit. I retrieved Officer Trent's duplicate badge and nameplate, put them on my shirt and when to the bathroom to look myself in the mirror. 'Looking Good!' I said to myself as I combed my hair and made myself ready to be photographed.
"Slave Taylor, man the computer" and Officer Taylor sat down. I had the Web camera software brought up. I fiddled with the camera and had it point at a bare white wall of which I now stood before. Officer Taylor aimed the web camera and took several shots of my picture. I replaced my badge and name plate with Gavin's and repeated the process. I edited both scanned images of Gavin's and Mikes credentials and modified them to reflect my own statistics, then overlaid their picture with the best of ones that were just taken, saved the files and printed them. I trimmed them and insured that each side and the right information and then laminated them with the machine next to the computer. "Poof" I now had two sets of picture identification (police id and drivers license) that showed I was either Officer Gavin Taylor or Officer Mike Trent.
"Slaves, which one of you is the better motorcyclist instructor?" I asked.
"I am, Sir" said Mike and Gavin concurred. I put Mikes credentials into the drawer and put Gavin's in my pocket. I went over and placed my new service pistol in my holster.
"We are going practice our cycle skills this evening, slaves. Where can we go where we won't be disturbed?" I quizzed them.
Mike was the first to answer: "Farmington Grade School, west of town. It is in the middle of the wheat fields and no one is out there at this time of evening. Even if someone comes out there they won't stop by if they see us." I knew where it was and I ordered that they each return to their cycles and follow me out there. I picked up my new cycle helmet, examined the police decal on the top and proceeded to my car. Both Officers quickly returned to their cycles, started their engines and were waiting ready to follow me by the time I backed out of my parking place. It was interesting driving out of town towards Farmington Grade School with looking in my rear view mirror purposely seeing to see if my two police motorcycle hunks were still following me.
I pulled into the large empty parking lot and stopped in the middle of it. I motioned to Officer Trent to park his cycle about 20 feet away and come to where Gavin and I were. Before Trent could join us, I had already almost shoved Gavin off the cycle and sat on it. I put on my new helmet. It fit perfectly. By this time Mike joined us. If anyone were to look at us at from afar at that point, they would have seen 2 police officers checking out the cycle of the third officer.
"Officer Trent, you will instruct and coach me on how to ride this police motorcycle" I commanded and the lessons began. Key, Starter, Clutch and Gears (one down, four up), Front and Rear Brakes. Radio with clip to helmet (turned that off for time being). I was about ready for a test drive. I had ridden a small motorcycle in my teens, but nothing approaching this size and power. I put it in gear, eased out the clutch and it coughed and died. Restarted the engine and tried again. This time I was off. I drove up and down the empty parking lot, around my car and Mike's cycle, changed direction and drove around again. Coming to a stop, restarting. Accelerating through the gears, doing figure-8's around my car and Mike's cycle.
All the while I felt the throbbing power of the cycle between my legs...I squeezed my legs against the cycle and my cock was gently massaged giving it a wonderful hard on. I felt I was ready to graduate, time for a duty shift.
I ordered Gavin to drive my car back to my apartment, going into my bedroom, undress and go to bed. He would sleep a restful sleep there until I returned and woke him. With that in got into my car and drove off. I turned to Mike:
"Close your eyes and sleep Mike. When I count to three you will open your eyes and see your partner, Officer Gavin Taylor, before you on his cycle." We will be on a short duty shift tonight and you will follow his lead."
"Yes, Commander, Sir" Mike acknowledged. I opened my shirt and pulled up Gavin's wifebeater tee shirt to my nose. I breathed in deeply to catch his essence, closed my eyes and gave myself a self-hypnotic suggestion. I said "1 2 3" and we both opened our eyes, I was again Officer Gavin Taylor and in front of me was my partner, Officer Mike Trent.
It was good to be back in uniform and on duty.
"Well, are you going to stand there all night, or, are you going to get on your cycle so we can get out of here? It looks like this was another false alarm here."
"OK, Gavin, sure" and before I could say anything more Mike turned away from him and was on his cycle, starting it. 'Damn it, I thought...he's responding nonprofessionally to me again.' We agreed that on duty he would call me "Commander" or "Sir." Off duty it would be on a first name basis.
"Ready to go, Commander" as Mike pulled up. I guess he NOW thinks he's on duty, I thought as I put the cycle in gear and let out the clutch. We rode in tandem out of the lot, just as you would see Jon and Ponch on the TV show 'CHiPs'.
We drove around town and I enjoyed the wind rushing against my face, the feel of my stiff tailored uniform and boots with the vibration of the motorcycle between my legs and against my cock. I looked over to smile at the sight of my partner and closeted lover riding along side. I lead, and Mike followed. I was about to call it an evening and return to the apartment when the unexpected occurred. Mike looked at his watch and said: "Sir, remember I need to be at the 'Pacific Street' bar in 10 minutes to assist their booting everyone out and closing. Why don't you join me and I can get out quicker?"