Hypno Cop 8: The Sergeant
by IsoGAYCop
It had been over a week since I had last seen Office Trent or Officer Gavin when the phone rang at my home. From the caller-id on the phone I could tell it was the police department calling again. Strange, I had not called either Officer's beeper, so I picked up the phone with some trepidation.
"Hello, may I speak with Dr. Bruce Hix?" the strange masculine voice inquired.
"This is Bruce Hix" I replied dropping the 'Dr.' without trying to show the fear percolating in my throat.
"Doctor, this is Sergeant Eric Howard with the city police department" the Sergeant began. "I have been informed by my one of my officers, Mike Trent, that you have been working closely with another of my officers, Gavin Taylor to improve his aim for our pistol range competition. I don't know if you were aware, Doctor, that Officer Taylor did win this latest competition round this past week."
"Yes, Sergeant, I have been working with Officer Taylor, and no, I wasn't aware that he won the latest competition. That's great, I am really pleased to hear that" I replied.
"In our conversations, Officer Trent couldn't say enough good things about you and your efforts" the Sergeant continued. "After both of us witnessing Officer Taylor's improved skills at this latest competition, I think your service is something that may be of real value to me and the rest of this department. If you are interested working with us, I would like to meet with you to discuss you working with the rest of the officers. Could you come down to my office today to discuss?" the Sergeant inquired.
"Sergeant Howard, I would be happy to meet with you to discuss what I can do to assist you and your department" I replied more confidently. "However, I have a tight schedule on this side of town for the next three days and don't think I can get downtown anytime soon to discuss. As an alternative, would you be able to meet me at my place, say about 4:30 PM tomorrow afternoon?" Of course my schedule was wide open, but I didn't want to show my face yet at the precinct. I was hoping that this would be again right after his duty shift and he would not have time to change into civilian clothes before meeting me.
"Yes, that's fine. Do you mind if I bring Officer Trent along?" the Sergeant asked.
"No, not at all. That would fine" I replied. With that I gave the Sergeant directions to my home and I concluded the phone call.
As soon as the Sergeant hung up, I left a beeper message for both of my motorcycle officer subjects, Mike Trent and Gavin Taylor. Before I met the Sergeant in person, I needed more background on him to prepare for this meeting. Within minutes, the phone rang again. Another call from the police department.
"Hello, this is Officer Gavin Taylor of the city police department. Did someone at this number just beep me?" he asked.
"Yes, Officer Taylor." I replied. "I have an important message for you. The message is 'Tutti Fruiti'.
"Yes, Sir" Officer Gavin Taylor responded, again his voice became monotonous. He was in his trance.
"Officer Taylor, I want you to find Officer Trent and give him an important message. I want you to tell him that Dr. Hix requests that both you and him call me back on a conference call as soon as possible. Call from a secure location so that you will not be overheard or monitored" I ordered. "How soon do you think it will take to call me back?"
"I suspect it will take a little over a 1/2 hour, Sir" Gavin responded. "Currently, Officer Trent is in a meeting with our Sergeant." I knew this meeting wouldn't last much longer with the beeper message I left earlier still burning in Officer Trent's pocket.
"Good, I will await your call" as I began to finish the call. Again I prepared him that he would not remember the page, calling me back, or gone into hypnosis. He would just give the message to Officer Trent.
Within about 20 minutes the phone rang again. It was the police station again. I picked up the phone.
"Hello" I said.
"Hello Dr. Hix, This is Officers Mike Trent and Gavin Taylor. We had a message to call you." Gavin explained.
"Yes, thank you gentlemen, Well, first Officer Taylor, I guess congratulations are in order. I heard that you won the police range competition this past week." I started.
"Yes, Doc. I had meant to call you earlier and thank you again for your help. Your techniques really worked" Gavin said. His voice had changed again and I could tell that he really meant the words of thanks.
"Well, I was hoping you could return the favor" I responded. "Officer Trent you might already know this, your Sergeant was so impressed with Officer Taylor's range performance that he and I have an appointment at my house tomorrow at 4:30 PM to discuss me providing a program for the rest of your department's officers to improve their skills. Officer Trent, the Sergeant plans to have you accompany him to this meeting." I explained.
"Yes, Doc" Officer Trent confirmed. "I was with the Sergeant when he called you."
"Fine. I was hoping you give me some background on your Sergeant so that this meeting would have a better chance of success" I explained. Both Officers then gave some general descriptions on their Sergeant. A veteran on the force who is tough, but fair. He was really interested in meeting with me after witnessing Gavin in action. After getting all the politically correct general stuff I could while they were awake, I said the magic words: "Tutti Fruiti"
"Yes, Sir" both replied in monotonous unison.
"OK guys" I started again. "Tell me the dirt on your Sergeant. Any vices? What does he look like? What is his reaction to gay people?" Now the real stuff came out. I found out that the Sergeant was a heavy smoker and that from someone in their mid-40's was in still in very good athletic condition. He had the bearing of a Marine Corp. Drill Sergeant with closely cropped graying hair. He wouldn't be considered 'gay friendly' and somewhat of a homophobic. Gavin reported that for fun the Sergeant once put an obviously gay suspect in a holding cell with a bunch of skin heads. The gay suspect didn't stay in there too long as he then aided the Detectives and confessed to his crime, just to get out of the holding cell. Since then both Gavin and Mike knew to keep their personal sexual orientation guards up around the Sergeant. Both Gavin and Mike had a sexual fantasy of seducing the Sergeant, but had not told each other about it. Again I prepared each to be awakened, not remembering that they were asleep and given me the 'special briefing' on the Sergeant. However they would still remember calling me and me offering congratulations and the general information they provided on the Sergeant.
"1 2 3" I said.
"Well, I will let you go, Officer Trent, and Taylor" I started the conversation. I will see you Officer Trent tomorrow night with your Sergeant. Oh, Congratulations again on your success on the range, Officer Taylor."
"Ah, yea Doc" came from Officer Trent.
"Thank you again from your help, Doc" replied Officer Taylor.
Sure enough, just before 4:30 PM the next day the door bell rang. I opened the door to find two motorcycle police officers standing outside my door.
"Hi, Doc" said Officer Trent. "This is my Sergeant, Eric Howard." The Sergeant was older than Officer Trent, by about 16 years. He still was in very good shape for his age with thick arms, shoulder and neck. His torso still have that nice V shape being wrapped around the narrow waist with his basketweave utility duty belt. On the arms of the uniform was the chevrons indicating his sergeant's rank and 3 slash marks on his left forearm indicating 15 years of service on the force. There was no beer or donut belly on this guy! The Sergeant was clean cut and didn't have any facial hair. I could see he had the beginning of a receding hair line with a close cropped military hair cut just barely showing a gray salt and pepper color fuzz. He was a 'military daddy bear'.
We completed introductions and I invited them into my living room, closing and locking the door behind me.
"I am very pleased to hear of Officer Taylor's success" I began addressing the Sergeant.
"Well, as I discussed on the phone, I hope that you might be interested in expanding your work with Officer Taylor with the rest of the department. After witnessing Officer Taylor's success, it would be a skill that may be a life saver for some of us" the Sergeant emphasized.
"I would be happy to assist your department, Sergeant. Gentlemen, are you still on duty, or could I interest you in a beer? I asked. They should be off duty and I knew Mike would take a beer if his Sergeant would.
"We are off duty, Doc. Didn't have time to change our civilian clothes, however, before coming over" the Sergeant replied. "I wouldn't mind a cold one, thanks" he continued.
"Make that two" said Officer Trent. Great I thought. This will help them take off their edge. I went into the kitchen, pulled 3 bottles from the refrigerator, opened them and gave each one. I sat mine on the table, took a sip, and tried to leave alone as I watched both officer quickly down a couple of gulps.
"Well, what is your vision of how can I assist your department, Sergeant? I quizzed.
"Well, two things, Doc" the Sergeant explained. "I would like to set up a program where I can introduce you to my department at one of our roll call meetings, announce to them that your were one to help Officer Taylor win the pistol competition via hypnosis. I would like each to schedule time with you to work with each of them, improving their skills. I also understand that this may be helpful to some who are trying to quit smoking?" he question.
"That sounds fine, Sergeant. Yes, hypnosis may be a help for some people to quit smoking" I confirmed. "However, a project of this scope may take some time to do, depending upon how many officers you have. What kind of remuneration did you have in mind?" Gee, maybe I could get paid for having some fun!
"We can set up a personal contract, based the number of officers, and hours, you work with the department. However, I am sorry to say since this would be a contract with the city, there are salary caps on pay for professionals, like yourself, that we can offer. Someone with your skills would be limited to a maximum of $100.00 per hour. Would you still be interested?" the Sergeant looked first down at the floor, almost ashamed, but then looked up into my eyes. $100.00 an hour! Meaning $800.00 per day! Wow, that was more than I was getting at my part time job every 2 weeks. I would have done it for free, however, to get access to this many police officers. I needed to be careful, however, for I knew that a professional would not have done this much for gratis.
"Well, that is less than my normal rate" I started. "But, I would be pleased to assist the force where I can be of service. Just have someone send me your standard contract for me to review. I am sure we can work that out."
The Sergeant looked pleased, but then said "Oh, there is one other thing. I brought Officer Trent here tonight and I was hoping that you might be able to work with me tonight to consummate this transaction. I have been trying to quit smoking for some time, without success, and I can tell it is having an effect on my body stamina."
"Well, sure Sergeant" I almost squealed with delight. "Have you been hypnotized before? I asked.
"No" he replied. "I hope that I can be easier than Officer Trent. He said that you couldn't put him under as he watched you work the last session with Officer Taylor."
"That's OK. We can try" I said. "One of these days Officer Trent may find that when he really wants to try it, he will be able to go under." I gave Officer Trent a wink, and he just smiled back shaking his head no way, but he didn't realize that I already had him. I instructed Officer Trent to sit in a corner again, as to not distract me working on the Sergeant. I positioned the Sergeant at my dining room table. On the table I had my laptop computer and I set it up with a spinning disk picture. I asked the Sergeant to get comfortable and focus looking at the spinning disk on the screen. I worked with him about 15 minutes and could tell that between my voice, the screen, and the beer that his eyes were droopy and ready to slip under.
"When I count to 3, you will close your eyes, drop you head to your chest and be fast asleep, 1 2 3." The Sergeant's head dropped to his chests. Mike had a big smile on his face, but I didn't pay him any attention yet. I first worked with the Sergeant on his smoking problem. I suggested to him that every day his smoking habit was becoming more distasteful to him. Every other day he would smoke one less cigarette, without realizing it. He would not feel any withdrawal symptoms from not smoking as much. The last four cigarettes he would smoke would smell and taste horrible, no matter what brand he tried. A week after he stop smoking he would realize that he didn't feel the craving any more and that being around other people smoking was distasteful. He would remember at this time that I had worked with him to stop smoking and that he would report to me of his success on quitting.
Mike was listening intently. So, I said the magic words loud enough for Mike to hear: "Tutti Fruiti"
"Yes, Sir" came out of Mike's mouth as his eyes blinked and glazed over.
I then prepared the Sergeant, as I had previously both Taylor and Trent, to respond to the words "Tutti Fruiti" and how to respond to my phone, beeper, or personal messages from me passed by the other officers.
But before I woke them up, I wanted Officer Trent and I to have some fun with the Sergeant.
"Officer Trent, why were you smiling so much when I put your Sergeant under hypnosis? I asked, mostly suspecting his answer knowing his secret gay relationship with his partner, Officer Taylor, and his fantasy with the Sergeant from yesterday's conference call.
"I was fantasizing, Sir" replied Officer Trent in a monotone. "I was hoping to find out one of these days that the Sergeant might be bisexual." Mike replied. "He has married and divorced 4 times, I heard. He divorced his last wife 3 months ago. His kids are grown and out of the house." Hmm, lets find out I thought to myself and went up to the Sergeant and asked him some direct questions.
"Sergeant Howard. Address me as your commanding officer. You always must obey your commanding officer" I commanded.
"Yes, Lieutenant" came from the Sergeant.
"Go back in time Sergeant. Have you ever been physically and sexually attracted to a man?" I questioned the Sergeant.
"Yes, Lieutenant" the Sergeant replied meekly.
"I can't hear you, Sergeant!" I barked back at him.
"Yes, Lieutenant, Sir" the Sergeant now belted out.
"When were you first attracted to a man?" I continued questioning.
"When I was 14, Sir. I was attracted to both girls and older, military-type men" the Sergeant replied. "I did not act upon my feelings to guys, however, Sir. I was too afraid to labeled a fag."
"Did your selection of military and police careers have any basis in your sexual attraction to men? I continued questioning.
"Yes, Lieutenant. I fantasized and like the idea of the power and control of the men under my command. As a teenager, I fantasized about being older, physically and sexually intimidating to others, and in command of my staff."
OK, this could be real fun. I thought. I had the Sergeant go back in time to where he was attracted to macho military men and I asked him how old he was.
"I am 14 years old, Sir" the Sergeant replied. His voice now started to sound like a teenager.
"Eric, do you also fantasize about becoming a Police motorcycle officer? I inquired.
"Yes, Sir. I watch CHiP's on TV every week. Officer Poncherello looks so good" the Sergeant began to smile as he remembers.
"OK, Eric. When I count to three you will open your eyes and look at me. You are 14 years old. You are in a 14 year olds body and clothes but you name is now Roger Smith. I am your special best friend, Bruce, whom you trust and do anything for. I am your special friend that can make magical things happen.
"1 2 3" I said and Sergeant Howard opened his eyes, looked at me and gave me a goofy grin. "Hi Roger" I greeted the Sergeant.
"Hey, how's it going Bruce?" and the Sergeant sounded like an 8th grader. "Wanta do some skate boarding? the Sergeant asked.
"Not at the moment, Roger, maybe later. I do have another fun idea" I suggested.
"Yea, what is it?" the '14 year old Roger' asked. I told him that I had acquired another one of my magic potions. A potion that was similar to others that I shared with him earlier and that we jointly had fun with, but this one would temporarily swap bodies with someone else. Of course there wasn't any magic potion and this was all going to be done via hypnosis. I asked him whom he wanted to be?
"Someone older, who can drive, smoke, and have a beer" Roger first said, "and bigger, stronger" he followed up on.
"How about a Motorcycle Police Sergeant?" I offered.
"Wow, that would be awesome" Roger squealled, "Yea, let's do it". I then told 'Roger' to close his eyes and sleep. I told him next time I had him open his eyes he would still be and sound like 14 year old Roger Smith, but he would be now in todays Sergeant Eric Howard's body just as he would see himself in the mirror.
"1 2 3" and Roger opened his eyes, blinked, and looked at me.
"You OK, Roger? I asked.
"Yea, when is this going to happen? Roger asked.
"It already has, look at your clothes!" I mockedly exclaimed and Roger lifted up his arms and looked at his uniform. He jumped up, felt and looked at the duty belt around his waist.
"Hey, I am in a police officer's uniform" he squealed. I told him to go look at himself in the mirror. He looked into the mirror and jumped back, not recognizing the face staring back at him, but recognizing that every move he made, this doppleganger officer image also did. He took his hand and turned his face from side to side. Then took each of his hands and felt down his strong shoulders and chest pecs. He adjusted the duty belt to be more comfortable and momentatarily just starred at his crotch before opening his zipper to his motorcycle breeches, prying out large stiff member. He posed for a moment in the mirror and then put his dick back into his pants, zipped up his breeches again and made himself looked professional again. About 20 seconds later Roger began speaking again.
"Wow...who am I? asked Roger. "Am I a real person, a real police officer?"
"Well, take out your wallet. Tell me who you are" I told Roger.
"OK" and with that he fumbled through his wallet and found his police ID that showed his new older face with the name Sergeant Eric Howard.
"What happened to me, my body?" Roger asked.
"Your inside, merged into the Sergeant, Roger. After this is over the Sergeant will walk on not knowing what you did as him and your body will slide out, with you left behind" I explained.
"Awesome, Bruce" Roger exclaimed. His voice still sounding like a exciteable 14 year old. "This is amazing. Where can I try out this new body on?"
"Well, first, before we go we need to do some more changes" I said. "You still sound like a 14 year old. I need to change your voice and demeanor to that which matches this 40-something year old police officer's body.
"What's a 'demeanor'" asked Roger and I replied "the way you act and behave. Are you ready?"
"Do it, Bruce" said Roger and I had him close his eyes and go to sleep again. This time I told 'Roger' that when he wanted to sound and have the demeanor of the normal police motorcycle sergeant, he would whisper to himself the words "Sarge on". When he wanted to sound and act like Roger again he would whisper the words "Sarge off" to himself. He could say the works "Sarge on" at any time, but he could turn it off and sound and have the demeanor of Roger by saying "Sarge off" only in my presence, when we are alone. I also let Roger be able to access Sergeant Eric Howard's memories and skills when he turned on the Sergeant's personality. Regardless of mode, he was still mentally the bi 14 year old Roger with his ideas and drives, but would be able to do things with Sergeant Eric Howard's style and voice. When Roger would become the Sergeant, I would still be his best friend, Bruce, but also the same Dr. Bruce Hix that the Sergeant knew. Finally, I needed a visual clue of what was driving the Sergeant. I quizzed the Sergeant of his placement of writing pens in his shirt. He responded that he always had his writing pen in his left breast pocket. I now commanded the Sergeant that whenever Roger became the Sergeant, he moved his writing pen from his left pocket to his right pocket, and when he shown his 'Roger' personality, he would reverse it and place the pin back in the original left hand breast pocket. I would be able to determine just by looking at the Sergeant, if he was Roger (with his 14 year old mannerisms), really the Sergeant, or, Roger underneath, playing the Sergeant.
I also went over to Officer Trent, who up to this time had been just sitting there comfortably asleep. I prepared him to interact with his altered Sergeant, when he called upon him.
I prepared the Sergeant again to be open his eyes and said and said the words:
"1 2 3" and Roger's eyes blinked and looked at me.
"You ready, Roger?" I asked. I could see the him whisper the words "Sarge on". He moved his pen from his left breast pocket to his right breast pocket, stood up, turned and faced me and said:
"I am sorry, sir, but you must have confused me with someone else, my name is Sergeant Eric Howard of the city police department" and it sounded like the original Sergeant Howard again.
"Well, my my my" I mocked at the Sergeant.
"Doc, do you mind if I smoke?" The new Sergeant reached into his right breast pocket and took out his cigarettes and lighter. "It has been a long duty shift today and I haven't had my cigarette break for a long time."
"Not at all, Sergeant" I replied playing into Roger's new role and I got an ashtray and placed it in front of the Sergeant. He took out a cigarette placed it with confidence in his mouth and let it with the lighter. For a moment I could see him wince at his first draw of smoke. I didn't know if this was because this was Roger's first time at smoking, or if the previous antismoking hypnotic commands I had left for the Sergeant had begun to take effect.
The Sergeant then saw an unfinished beer on the end table, picked it up as he sat down again. He slowly finished it between puffs on his cigarette and turned to me.
"Well, Dr. Hix, I think we have completed everything on the agenda for tonight's meeting, is there anything else we need to discuss?" he asked. With that I could see the Sergeant whisper "Sarge off" to himself. Immediately, he dropped the seriousness of his glaze and tone, moved his pen back from his right breast pocket to his left breast pocket, smiled a wild ass grin at me and said "Man, that was cool! I acted and felt like a real grown-up, and this guy smokes and drinks beer!"
"He also drives a police cruiser" I said, with that Roger walked over to window moved the blinds apart with his fingers and gazed out into the apartment complex parking lot to find a police cruiser.
"Hey, come on Bruce! Lets go for a ride" exclaimed Roger.
"In a little while, Roger, we have got other issues first" and I pointed to Officer Trent still sitting at the seat in the corner, still asleep.
"Wow, another police officer! Who is he" asked Roger. I could tell that Officer Trent was having the same effect upon Roger's body as he did to me when I first met Mike. Roger had to quickly adjust his basket as his dick became hard staring at this body builder frame draped in a tight police motorcycle uniform.
"Well, Sergeant Howard knows him as Officer Mike Trent and at the moment he is in deep hypnotic sleep." I explained.
"You mean he will do anything you tell him?" asked Roger was almost sexually salivating at the thought, taking his one hand and putting it into his breeches pocket desperately trying to maintain his sexual composure. He walk up to the sitting Officer Trent and began to inspect his new hot subordinate.
"Well, your are in his Commanding Officer body" I reminded Roger. "When awake he normally would do just about anything you told, especially ordered, him to do. I have also given him some special programming for your entertainment."
"Yea, like what" Roger turned and walked close to me. "He is so hot and just looking at him makes me so horny." I explained the post-hypnotic suggestion I have Officer Trent a couple of weeks ago that would be triggered by the words "Chocolate Crackers".
Every time Officer Trent would hear that expression, the person who said it would become Officer Trent's fantasy sexual partner and he would embrace and kiss him as with as much passion as he could muster. A wide smile came across Roger's face.
"I would like to try that right now" Roger exclaimed. "How do you wake him up?"
"Well, at the moment, he is still asleep, but if you call to him he will open his eyes and react to you as if he was awake" I said. With that Roger got up and without going into 'Sarge mode" tried to put on his best impersonation of the Sergeant.
"Officer Trent! Where are you" Roger belted out the question. Mike opened his eyes and gazed around the room focused on the Sergeant and replied "Here, Sir".
"Front and Center, Officer Trent" Roger ordered and Mike finally got up from his chair and stood at attention in front of whom he thought was his commanding officer, Sergeant Eric Howard,
"I have a special message for you, Mike" growled Roger.
"Yes, Sir" replied Officer Trent.
The words "Chocolate Crackers" came out of Roger's mouth and Mike then swept Roger into his arms, crushing Roger powerfully against his body. You could see the Mike's chest and biceps squeezed the breath out of the him. Mike aimed his killer green eyes into the Roger's for a moment, then he closed them as he kissed him. Mike slowly rocked his body against Roger, similar to how Mike had done to me before, and I could imagine that the Roger by now could feel Mike's hard dick rubbing up against him.
Roger was melting like ice cream with Mike almost holding him up. Mike's boyish evening shadow on his face rubbed against Roger's hardened clean-shaven face, and then Mike thrust his tongue into Roger's mouth. I sat in enjoyment watching Roger as he was suspended in this kiss for a long blissful moment, completely helpless in the grip of his subordinate, a very physically powerful younger man. As before, too quickly it was over and Mike started to pull away from Roger, staring again into his eyes for another minute stroking the side of his face with his hand. And then Mike gently let go and the blank expression returned to his face.
"Ah, that will be all for the moment, Mike" Roger barely was able to spit out and Officer Trent went back to his chair in the corner and he sat down. I told Mike to close his eyes and go back to sleep. Roger collapsed into the chair next to him. I could see a small wet stain in the Sergeant's breeches. He had lost his load in the embrace with his subordinate, Officer Mike Trent. Not bad for a first real kiss with his fantasy.
I had to step back and remember that this wasn't just a gawky 14 year old kid on his first real kiss, but a large police motorcycle Sergeant 'daddy-sized' guy. Watching both uniformed men in the heat of the embrace had made me also very horny and needed relief.
"How did that feel, Roger? Like it" I asked.
"Oh, gaud! I didn't know just kissing a man felt so good" he said while trying to recover as he partly lifted himself up from the chair. "and to think that I can order him around and have him do that any time I want. Geez, makes me horny again" he exclaimed. I told Roger to look at Mike's crotch and notice his hard dick easily visible protruding out of his breeches.
"Wouldn't you like to suck Officer Trent's cock with your mouth" I asked Roger and a smile of lust came across his face.
"Un huh" he nodded. "Can I" Roger asked. I had Roger close his eyes one more time and sleep. The next time he opened his eyes, Roger would recognize me as Officer Trent, the sexual object of his desire. I had Officer Trent just go deeper into sleep and to not react to the next couple of minutes of orders from his Sergeant. I prepared myself for some relief and again had Roger open his eyes. At the same time I stared at the handsome Officer Trent in the corner. His beautiful wide shoulders and torso covered by the tailored motorcycle uniform. I breathed deeply, concentrated and fell immediately back into a self-hypnotic trance.
It was good to be back in uniform and on duty again, I thought to myself. I looked down and I was dressed in my tight fitting motorcycle uniform covering my body builder's frame. It felt good to be intimidating to people both physically and by this police uniform. I felt my dick get harder.
"Officer Trent, Front and Center" Roger bellowed and I got up and stood at attention in front of the massive Sergeant's body, now occupied by the Roger personality. I didn't notice as the real Officer Trent continued to sleep.
"Do I see a roll of quarters in your pocket breeches or are you really glad to see me " Roger hissed.
"I don't have any quarters, Sir. I am always glad to see you, Sir" I replied as strongly as I could. Roger got up and stood face to face in front of me. I could smell his sweat and cigarette smoke from his uniform shirt, his essence, as the mentally 14 year old bi Roger stood before me trying to mimic the Sergeant. I thought the Sergeant's tone was off, but the physical action and presence was on target.
"Hmm, lets see for myself" Roger continued and he started to pat me down with his strong hands and arms. He got behind me and place his large hands in my left, then right pocket. He found what he was yearning for.
"Nope, this isn't no roll of quarters, Officer" he whispered in my ear behind me and he grabbed my hard dick with his hands in my right pocket. I lurched forward and almost buckled over.
"Stand up straight, Officer, and face me" my Sergeant barked and I quickly obeyed. My eyes were locked forward at full attention. He looked me over wiping off some imaginary lint off my shoulder, making me somewhat more presentable.
"I possibly could use a man like you with your abilities for special assignments, Officer Trent" my Sergeant said in more gentle tone.
"Yes, Sir" I replied. "My duty is to serve you"
"That is very good, Officer Trent. We can help each other. I can cover your back here in this precinct and relieve you of your current 'problem' in your breeches" my Sergeant softly whispered in my ear "if you do as I order you to in the next couple of minutes."
"Yes, please relieve me of my current problem, Sir. I need your assistance now, Sir" I don't know why I was saying these things. I have always fantasized having sex with my Sergeant. At the moment, I just wanted to cum. The Sergeant ordered me to unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. I did so, unsure of what my Sergeant was about to do next.
The Sergeant got down on his hands and knees. He caressed and stroked my hard dick for a moment, then he opened his mouth and swallowed over half of it, sucking and licking it with full attention. I brought forward my hands and stroked my Sergeant's head massaging his fuzzy skull as he sucked and licked. I began to moan. I was in heaven.
"Yes, Sarge....suck harder, Sir. I am yours to command, Sir" I moaned on. The Sergeant looked up at me and I could tell that while enjoying sucking me off he also enjoyed the view of looking at my body builder buffed pecs and thick arms covered by my uniform shirt. As the Sergeant continued to work my sucking my dick I began to pose for him by flexing my biceps, one side, then the other. Each arm strained within the constraints of my tight shirt. Then I would expand my shoulders to their full breadth and flex my chest. My Sergeant sucked harder with each one of my poses in appreciation. He then took his large hands and massaged the back of my legs, up and down, in rhythm with his sucking. Every once in a while he would grab bubble butt ass and squeeze. I almost collapsed. I was breathing hard with my sweat drenching my uniform shirt. I pulled my uniform shirt tails up from my breeches and pulled apart the buttons to expose my massive smooth chest and pecs. My Sergeant move his hands from my ass and began to massage my 6-pack abs gleaned with sweat.
It felt so good that I could use my buff masculine body to serve my Sergeant, but I couldn't hold myself any longer and I exploded my cock into his mouth. It was one of my largest loads, pulsating many times, and my Sergeant took it all. After completing his meal of me, he slowly got up, licking his lips and ordered me to zip up my pants again. As I complied he saw a beer at the end of the table and washed down the rest of my cum by guzzling it. He again turned to me. I was still standing, but not quite at full attention as I once was.
"One more thing, Officer Trent" my Sergeant said. "Chocolate Crackers."
Chocolate Crackers? I said to myself? Oh, that was his special code word for me to kiss him as passionately as possible, I remembered. I stepped up to him and put my arms through his and around his massive chest. Funny, he seemed to have gotten bigger than I last remember him. My lips brushed his for a second, then I pushed my mouth hard onto his. He opened his mouth and I thrust my tongue past his lips. I rubbed his back as I wrestled with him, breathing hard. I could smell him, his sweat and cigarette aroma in his uniform, his masculine essence. His taste was still of beer. I pushed him backwards and I gentle rocked my body against him as my just spend cock started to return to full attention again. I took one of my hands and moved it down his uniform to his crotch where I found his hard dick. I stroked it a couple of times, now fully protruding from his pants. Afterward I returned both hands to his face as I slowly started to remove my tongue from his mouth. I looked into his eyes as I stroked his face. His face was again dripping in sweat with his eyes gazing into mine. My task was completed and I pulled away returning to my previous position of attention awaiting his next order for me. He got up, looked around the room for a second time and said:
"Hey Bruce, where are you?" I blinked once or twice and I realized I was no longer the body builder Officer Mike Trent who was still sitting calmly in the corner. I felt a chill against my chest as I saw my shirt had been torn off and now on the floor in threads. I called over to Roger across the room who was still looking for me and told him to go back asleep. I walked up to the standing Sergeant, his mouth partly open, who was swaying gently side to side. I thought back to the last 20 minutes as I inspected his uniform in this large 'daddy bear' body. He was going to be a fine new specimen to serve me and join our 'special internal task force' with Mike and Gavin.
I had both the Sergeant and Mike return to their original seats so that I could wake them up. I picked up my torn shirt off the floor and went into the bedroom and put on another. I have to be more careful during my fun periods, I thought. Shirts cost money, something at the moment I still did not have in abundance. I returned to the living room and sat down in front of the Sergeant. Before I woke them, I instructed the Sergeant with an additional post hypnotic suggestion that anytime he heard the phrase "I would like to speak with Roger Smith" he would again fall back into hypnosis and become the Roger Smith personality, my 14 year old sex starved bi buddy who would do anything for me. When he awoke later, he would only remember during his sleep my instructions for him to quit smoking, but none of the fun he had as Roger Smith.
I first prepared, then woke up Officer Trent so that he could witness me finishing up with the Sergeant. He blinked once or twice and a smile returned to his face, unaware that he to had been asleep. I looked back at the Sergeant and prepared him to be awakened. I told him that he would feel good and refreshed. He would awake when I counted to three.
"1 2 3" I said. The Sergeant opened his eyes and blinked.
"How do you feel, Sergeant" I asked.
"I feel good and refreshed" he said with a smile coming across his face. "I feel great."
"Well then, I guess we covered everything on the agenda for this meeting" I said as I got up and picked up the three now empty beer bottles and put them in the kitchen. Both officers got up and adjusted themselves. I escorted them to the door and said to the Sergeant, "I will await you sending the first draft of the contracts and then I will call you when my review is complete."
"That will be fine. I will begin the process tomorrow" said the Sergeant. I shook both officers hands and they walked out of the apartment. I just laid down on the sofa spent. In the distance I could hear the engine of the police cruiser start, back up and pull out of the complex. I felt a touch of remorse for I didn't get around to letting Roger drive the police cruiser as I promised him. Maybe next time we got together.
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