Hypno Cop 6: Fight in a Gay Bar
by IsoGAYCop
The "Pacific Street" bar is a macho leather gay bar I knew of, as Bruce Hix. I never visited it however, as I was too intimidated to do so alone. Officer Mike Trent must be doing some extra off duty employment. While Mike was a couple of inches shorter that Gavin (hmm he seems taller now at the moment) he was built like a bodybuilder and it showed, especially in his thick arms and shoulders. While in his uniform, the fit of the shirt reminded me of the actor who played "Bubba" on the TV show 'In the Heat of the Night.' He must be doing some guard duty there, easy work. I now wanted to see what that bar was like. As Officer Gavin Taylor, I now was no longer intimidated by anyone, or any bar!
I motioned in agreement to accompany him on his guard duties and quickly we were there. We drove up to the front door and parked. At this time of night there was plenty parking space around, but I could see a couple of cars, mostly pickups left in the lot. We left our helmets on our respective cycles. Mike lead the way into the bar and I quickly followed. Even though it was dark outside, it took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to seeing indoors with the smoke from the cigarettes.
The bartender whistled and waved a greeting to Mike and he returned it with a nod and loud low grunt. As he walked up to the bar to see how the evening was doing I waited in the background to survey who was left in the club. All heads were turned and staring as Mike walked through the room. It was like each had become "Pavlov's Dog" and the bell just went off, they were almost salivating, licking their chops, wanting him. Some turned to me, smiled, but then returned their gaze to look at Mike.
Odd, I thought, while not a body builder in shape, he doesn't look that much better than me. I should have gained a little more admiration. A couple of the patrons actually yelled "hey, Mike" in recognition. Again, Mike only gave a nod and grunted in acknowledgment. One patron walked up to Mike, he was taller than him, well proportioned and very masculine in leather chaps and vest showing his buzz military haircut, mustache, goatee and hairy chest.
"Not tonight, dear. I have another headache" Mike put him down immediately.
"One of these nights you won't have that headache or, I will just have to take you down. You would like that, Officer Trent?" he slurred. Obviously he was very drunk and had not found someone this evening to shack up with. I was getting jealous of the attention my partner was getting but, stayed back and bit my tongue."
"I doubt it Jeff. Finish your beer. It's closing time and you gotta go home" Mike replied.
While Jeff turned around to grab his beer, Mike continued onto the bartender and started talking.
"Who's your friend Mike....not your boyfriend?" the bartender teased little knowing the truth.
"My boss and partner for this evening's shift. Thought we might be able to clean out the trash quicker with both of us. No charge tonight for the extra manpower" Mike quipped. The Bartender turned off the music and turned up the lights, "bar is closed" he yells. What was left of the nights patrons begin to depart.
Jeff had finished chugging his beer, put it down on the table and now looked straight at me, surprised at what he assumed was 'Mike' was now on the other side of the club. He stumbled over and I realized I was now going to get some masculine attention from this attractive, but very drunk guy. My cock rose in anticipation.
"Damn, this beer" he exclaimed. "I must have grown 3 inches in the last couple of seconds, or Mike, you must've shrunk. Hmm. I like this...a 'take out' size" as he started to hover over to me. Before I could correct him he grabbed me and flipped me over onto the table.
"I told you that I would just take you down someday, now looks like good time" he slurred again. I was pissed, how did he do that? I couldn't move and I kept wondering where's my strength? Where is my ability to throw off this guy? I squirmed and a bottle fell off the table onto the floor breaking and making a loud noise.
About two seconds later, I could feel Jeff coming off of me as Mike my partner, now protector, grabbed Jeff by the arm and swung him around off me and face to face to Mike. I slipped onto the floor. Mike pulled back his right arm with his hand now in a tight fist and struck Jeff in the jaw with a right cross, spinning his head with his body following like a top toy crashing to the floor. Jeff was out like a light.
"You OK, Commander? He look directly in my eyes. His were wide and clear with the look of deep concern evident.
"Yeah, just embarrassed that he caught me off guard, Damn!" I needed more time in the gym and training I thought to myself.
"I will call for backup and have him hauled downtown to sleep this off" Mike suggested.
"No" I said. "Lets just throw him in his vehicle and let him sleep it off" My self-hypnotic programming on avoiding contact with other Officers had kicked in again. Mike lent his hand down to me and I grabbed it and Mike picked me off the floor. I almost leaped up like a frog. "I would be too embarrassed to let others at the station learn that was I caught off guard in a gay bar." A grin came over Mike's face.
"I will never tell, GAVIN" Mike grunted. I was annoyed. Saving me from Jeff allowed Mike to call me by my name while on duty again. Mike went over to Jeff grabbed him and threw him on his shoulder like farm kid with a sack of potatoes as he hauled him off to his vehicle.
"Mike returned from the parking lot and walked up to the bartender. He was placing the nights receipts in a bank bag. After finishing they both walked over to me.
"Commander, why don't you look around. I need to escort Dan, here, to the bank for the nightly deposit at the repository. It won't take 5 minutes.
"Sure, no problem" and they left quickly while I grabbed a free beer from the cooler and I looked around the bar. Quickly I got bored and my mind wander to Jeff, now laying out in the truck, sleeping off the beer and the right cross from Mike. I was pissed, but still horny. Needed to teach him some respect for the law and this uniform. I walked out of the bar, drinking my beer, and headed for his truck. I finished the beer as I approached the truck and threw it in the truck bed. The bottle didn't break, but just rolled around, loudly. As I grabbed the handle of the passenger side door my cock ached for some relief. I opened the door and found Jeff inside, passed out, but him and the interior of his truck covered in his own vomit. My 'Mr. Happy' immediately deflated. Not in this clean uniform, I thought to myself. Not worth the effort. I closed the door and returned to my cycle and straddled it, guarding the front door of the club. As Mike said he returned within minutes and he and the bartender parked right next to our machines. The bartender locked the front door and returned to his vehicle and Mike put on his helmet and straddled his cycle.
"Good night, Dan. See you tomorrow night" and Mike's engine started. I started my own cycle and we all departed the parking lot.
"Break time" Mike said. "How about some 'Graveyard Shift Delight' at your place" an obvious reference to the song 'Afternoon Delight' and sex. Mr. Happy again returned to attention and Mike could see by my grin that I agreed. I drove to my (Gavin's) townhouse. We shutdown our machines and walked up as quietly as we could in our dehner boots up to the door. The leather of the utility belt creaked. I took out Gavin's keys from my pocket and fumbled to find the right one. Why is this so difficult tonight? I wondered and finally the door lock moved and we walked in.
"This will have to be a quick one" Mike said. "We only have about 45 minutes."
I sat on the bed and watched Mike strip off his uniform down to his while low cut briefs. He looked at me dumbfounded for a second as he took his hand and began to reached into his briefs.
"You just going to sit there?" he asked looking magnificent. I just leaned back on my bed and unzipped my breeches and pulled out 'Mr. Happy.'
"Your going to suck my 'Mr. Happy' while I am in my uniform. I know you constantly fantasize about doing it" I replied and Mike grinned widely and he walked over to the bed. His hard cock flapping back and forth almost like a third leg in agreement. Mike stroked my legs with his hands as his lips and mouth swallowed my 'Mr. Happy' and began to suck hard. He was like a calf getting milk from a mother cow, sucking harder and harder. Very soon I exploded in his mouth and Mike was licking me off like a cat to insure none hit my breeches.
"That was a great lunch" Mike said as I collapsed back on the bed, spent. He crawled next to me with his broad back facing me. I reached over his arms and we cuddled. I could feel his sweat and essence soaking into my uniform shirt.
"You know, we don't get enough quality time like this anymore." His voice cracked. "My sex, and...our love life would be much easier if I could move in as your roommate again, like college." I could feel a tear from his soft clean baby face drop on my hand. I was moved, I never had a close relationship with anyone like this.
"Well, I gave Rose notice, we broke up" I said not knowing if the real Gavin had yet dropped the bombshell on his girlfriend. Mike rolled over with the look of utter joy in his eyes.
"You will consider me moving in, then?" Mike questioned.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow" and Mike put his lips up to mine, squeezed me and I began to feel the thrust, power, and enjoyment from him as when I previously had when I said the words "Chocolate Crackers." Here, I thought, I am the target of this overwhelming love. I was the one to first pull away and said, we must get back on patrol. Mike grunted in agreement, but the smile on his face said he was still happy. Quickly Mike got back into his uniform and I zipped up my breeches. I locked the door as we departed the townhouse.
We drove once more around the city and I found myself driving up to a familiar apartment complex. I don't know why. I shutdown my cycle again and got off the machine. Mike followed me like a happy puppy as I went up to a specific apartment and turned the door knob. It was open. We both went in, and Mike quietly closed the door behind him and locked the door. I found myself in a bedroom and I turned on the lights, there in bed was me, or, the real Officer Gavin Taylor. I woke up from my self-hypnotic trance. Gavin was naked on the bed, my bed, his uniform neatly stacked on the chair in the corner.
"Who is that? Sir" Mike asked me.
"Close your eyes and sleep, Mike. It was a good duty shift." In a moment I had both Mike and Gavin standing before me, eyes open but still asleep, as their Commander. I ordered Mike to inform Gavin of the evening activities, as Mike remembered them. Gavin, shook his head in disbelief when Mike described him being overpowered by Jeff at the "Pacific Street" gay bar. I reinforced the memory and he shook his head in acknowledgment. I started to strip off my new uniform, fold it, and put it in the special drawer I made for Mike's materials. The uniform now smelled of Mike, beer, and cigarettes. I pulled off Gavin's underwear and put them in the drawer I made for Gavin's materials.
I had Mike strip down again as I wanted his underwear. He pulled off his wifebeater tee shirt and his head dropped down to his chest as I put it in the drawer, he, like Gavin was completely mine in body and soul.
He removed his white short cut briefs and I put them away with the other items. Now both Officers were standing at attention naked in front of me. They looked and felt delicious, but it had been a long night already. I ordered them to redress, without their underwear and stand at attention. In minutes both men looked professional again. I gave them their final orders for the evening and dismissed them. I watched Gavin as he departed and felt envy. I envied his job, his body, his sex life and the relationship he had with his partner and lover, Mike Trent. His whole world.
I crawled into bed and turned out the light. I could hear two police motorcycles outside start and depart the apartment complex and dreamed where this could lead.