Casey woke up finding he was sitting in the driver seat of a car. He looked around, trying to figure out how he had gotten to what appeared to be some deserted back road. Everything was fuzzy inside his brain, but a voice in his head told him not to worry about it. He looked down to see he was wearing jean cut offs that left most of his muscled legs exposed and his crotch obscenely displayed. The shirts were two sizes too small. He then noticed he had on a tee shirt that barely covered his chest. Everything was confused in his brain. “What am I doing here?” He mumbled. As if listening, the voice in his head explained he was a young man barely twenty.
There is nothing to worry about just look in front of you there's something on the dashboard,” the voice whispered inside his head.
Looking at straight in front of him, Casey could see a ‘joint’ on the dashboard. Instinctively the voice inside him told him he should smoke it. “Yeah, I bet getting high would be right,” he said as he reached out and took the joint into his hand. Using the car lighter, he quickly lit it up. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the fumes. Smells familiar , he thought as his lungs drew in more of its smoke, soon he was feeling it’s effects. For some reason, he felt totally relaxed, but incredibly horny. He reached down to rub his package. The tight jean shorts made his bulge look enormous. “Fuck,” he moaned as the touch of his hands rubbing the rough material on his shaft soon had his erection straining in its confines. Making sure no one was around, he quickly opened his pants pushing it and his underwear to his ankles. The warm vinyl car seat felt good rubbing against his ass. He reached down and began to play with his erection, enjoying the feel of the vinyl on his butt and the coolness of the country air on his balls. He began to slowly stroke himself, enjoying the feel of his hand on his thick vein-ribbed shaft. Relaxed now and stroking, he spread his legs further apart. Taking his time and edging himself. He used his other free hand to reach up to play with his nipples. “Fuck yea,’ he grunted as he lewdly felt his tits until they ached with pleasure and their brown orbs contracted into hard bullet shaped hills. Every so often, he’d take another hit on his ‘joint’ and rub them again. Letting the rough material of the T-shirt contribute to the pleasure sensations of his nipples getting felt up.
What the fuck do we have here?” A commanding voice suddenly said.
Casey instantly opened his eyes. To his horror, there was a police officer standing right outside the driver’s window staring at Casey through his mirrored sunglasses. Casey could see the reflection of his shocked expression.
Using dope and public lewdness that’ll get you time in jail boy,” the officer harshly said.
Officer...I…I,” Casey began to mumble. The last thing he wanted to do was go to jail. He was a young guy, barely out of his teens. He stared at the officer, terrified, and unsure of what to do.
Hell, it’s fine, boy. I did a few silly things when I was young. Sometimes a guy needs to get away and get his nut off,” the cop said using a warmer tone of voice. “I can’t approve of the pot smoking but, back in the day I had a bottle of moonshine to set me in the mood for a good jerk-off. How about we just let you toss that joint away and forget it was ever there.”
Casey smiled. “Thank you so much, Sir,” he said as he took in the sight of this powerful, strongly, built officer who could’ve ruined his life yet chose not to do it. Suddenly he became aware that, even though he had stopped smoking the joint, he was still naked. “I’m sorry,” he said as he quickly let go of his erection.
No need to be sorry, boy,” the cop replied in a reassuring way that set Casey at ease. “Hell, nothing to be ashamed of down there. Like I said, sometimes it helps for a boy like you to get his nuts off. Yeah, young boys are always horny. And you are a pretty young, huh. I mean damn boy, you still got chest hair to grow,” he joked. In a few years, you should be sprouting like this. Topper unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it slightly open to reveal the dark curls that covered his pectoral area.
Yes Sir,” Casey hoarsely replied. He gazed at that furry chest. That’s a real man’s chest , he thought glancing down at his chest which, was bare of any covering. For some strange reason, Casey found himself becoming more and more attracted to the officer. He had always admired men like this. Men who were in control and had a certain presence.
Yeah, nothing like country back road to relax and beat your meat,” the officer softly stated as his gloved hand moved to cup his own impressive bulge.
By now the cop was close to the driver’s side door so that Casey was eye-level with his crotch. Even though he tried not to, he couldn’t help staring at that impressive bulge in the man’s blue uniform. At one point the breeze brought the scent of its heavy musk to Casey’s lungs. Fuck his junk smells amazing, Casey thought. He became transfixed on that swollen area below the cop's waist. He felt his mouth grow dry as the man moved slightly closer bringing the heady scent of his junk with him. The voice in his head told him this was the scent of a true man. The effect of breathing it into his lungs intoxicated Casey.
You like what you see boy?” the officer lowly growled moving closer.
“Yes…Sir,” Casey rasped. He felt as if he was in a trance. The man’s package was so close his face could feel its heat. Its odor filled his lungs. His lips felt dry. He began to lick his lips to moisten them.
I got something better to use that tongue on my good boy,” he said.
The words triggered something deeply inside of Casey. Without thinking his lips parted and his tongue thrust outward.
Soundlessly the officer reached down with his gloved hands and unzipped his pants, releasing his erection.
Casey immediately noticed that, unlike his embarrassingly hairless crotch, the officer’s was nicely set off by pubic hair. That’s the sign of a man’s equipment , Casey thought as he took in the sight of that sexy bush. A feeling of inadequacy, of being less than a man, overtook him. Yet, another more powerful sensation soon overtook those feelings. One of desire. A voice inside of him, that now familiar companion, told Casey if he couldn’t be a man, the next best thing was to please one. He licked his lips fixated on the shaft that was so close.
Go on boy. It won’t kill you have a taste,” Topper rasped.
Casey glanced up at the officer who starred down at him behind those mirrored sunglasses. Now instead of fear, Casey saw lust on his face. He instantly glanced down to see the cock was lightly grazing his lips. His throat felt so parched. The wetness that was dripping from the slit in the man’s cockhead looked to be just what he needed to quench his thirst. Slightly moaning, he leaned his head forward as the cop pushed his hips towards him.
Topper watched as Casey slowly began to tongue-bath his erection. He had to give John credit. He didn’t think that it would be possible to put Casey so deep into hypnotic control that he would believe the scenario they had composed. Yet, it had worked.
Yeah, that’s a good boy suck my dick,” Topper groaned knowing that the term good boy was a trigger had released Casey’s submissive side.
As expected, those words triggered a need in Casey to service the officer. He pulled his face away from the cock and looked up. His eyes glistened with sexual heat, saliva and some of Topper’s pre-cum dripping from the corners of his mouth. “Please fuck me,” he begged.
What a good boy,” Topper replied. He stepped back. “Get out of the car,” he ordered as he began to take off his uniform.
Casey, now in the throes of uncontrollable lust quickly complied. He stood naked by the side of his car, edging himself with his eyes fixated on Topper’s cock. It was now the center of his world. The familiar voice inside his head told him that servicing this man and pleasing him was what he desired. He was a fucked up young man who had no direction in life. This officer could give him that needed direction. Fuck, I do need direction , he thought. He gazed at the cock that was there waiting to be serviced. Something long suppressed burst forth: his natural desire to be dominated finally was set loose. He gazed up at the police officer with a longing to serve him that fired his very soul.
Get over to the back of your car and show me that ass like a good boy,” Topper sharply said.
Casey did his instructed. His mind was a whirl of emotions. Some things weren’t making sense. Yet, the one thing he now realized was he wanted to be fucked by this cop.
Topper maneuvered Casey into position and bent his muscled toros slightly forward over the trunk of the car. “Spread those cheeks boy,” he ordered. He watched as Casey reached back, grabbed each of his rounded cheeks, and pulled them apart to expose his pink-hued hole. An entryway that it only been violated once before.
Yes, what a good boy what a very good boy,” Topher said. He spat on his hand and used it to lubricate his cock. “Are you my good boy Casey?” he asked as he rested the head of his dick against Casey’s anal ring.
Yes, I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy,” Casey moaned as he felt the first press of Topper’s cock pushing its way into him. “I’m a good. A good, good boy….oooohhhh,” he cried out as Topper eased himself fully into Casey’s ass. Squirming and sobbing in delight, Casey’s butt yielded just as it had yielded long ago. Casey’s initial discomfort was quickly replaced by those of pleasure. “Oh Sir …yes,” he yelped. He began thrusting backward trying to get Topper’s massive shaft deeper into him.
You want it bad huh?” Topper asked as Casey humped on his rod.
Yes Sir. Oh God, yes Sir. Please fuck me, fuck me,” Casey moaned as Topper’s cock finally rubbed itself against his prostate triggering Casey’s long denied inner need to be a dominant man’s bitch. Thanks to John’s programming, the fumes he had inhaled, and his natural inclination which had been long suppressed, Casey had been transformed into an eager little bottom boy.
As Topper fucked him, he contemplated the next steps that John would perform on Casey. It would be necessary to bring the young cop’s mind back to the present to reinforce Casey’s desire to be submissive to him. It was clear, by the enthusiasm which Casey was showing about being his bitch, such ‘encouragement’ treatments would be easy. For now, enjoy enjoying the sweet tightness of this hot young stud's butt was today’s priority. “Yeah, my good boy, my good boy,” Topper grunted as he got ready to shoot his load into Casey’s guts. In his mind, seeding his bitches was proof he owned them. Today it was Casey’s turned to be bred and brought into the stable. “What a fucking good boy,” he roared as he unloaded his cream, shooting it deep inside Casey’s guts.
Oh, fuck cream into me,” Casey howled as the heat of Topper’s gushing load triggered his own orgasm. “I’m coming,” he shouted as he erupted, shooting his own spunk onto the hood of the car.
Exhausted, both slumped forward against the car. “My good boy,” Topper wheezed as he slowly eased his rod out of Casey’s butthole. He stepped back and turned Casey towards him. He could see the boy was still lost in the lust of what it happened. This had been a good start, but there would be more lessons to learn on how to properly serve him. He placed his hands on Casey’s shoulders and pushed him to his knees. “Clean me off like a good boy,” he laughing said.
Saying nothing, Casey eagerly leaned forward and began to cock service his new owner.
One month and ten sessions later
“Well, it appears from the report that I’ve received that you successfully completed your counseling sessions,” Topper said as Casey sat with him in his office. He looked at the young officer, making sure to make direct eye contact. “On the whole I congratulate you. Yes, I’d say you were a particularly good boy .” He saw Casey’s eyes lightly glaze over once he heard the words.
Casey smiled at him, dazzled by the power and strength of the man in front of him. He had never felt so sexually drawn to anyone before in his life. He was desperate to serve him. “Thank you, Sir,” he sighed. Without saying more, he unconsciously reached down to unbuckle his pants. Within minutes, his blue uniform was down around his ankles, quickly followed by his underwear. He grinned as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“You are a very good boy,” Topper assured him. He stood up and went to his office door and locked it. Turning around, he saw that Casey had now completely disrobed of his entire uniform and was standing there start naked. His erect cock waved about dripping ore-cum. Topper unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants and underwear freeing his erection. He took out a dog clicker that he had borrowed from the station’s canine corp. “Why don’t you show me how good a boy you can be,” he growled knowing that Casey’s sexual excitement was programmed to respond to that rougher tone of voice. “Heel,” Topper sternly said as he pressed the clicker to make its distinctive clicking sound. He had asked John to also program Casey to respond in a certain way to that sound but, only when he used it. He now waited to see if the conditioning had taken hold.
Without missing a beat, Casey dropped to all fours. He leaned his head down to rummage around his uniform until he found his handcuffs. Taking them into his teeth he crawled over on all fours like a good, little fuck-dog. Once he arrived at Topper’s feet, he dropped the cuffs acknowledging his loss of manhood. “Arf,” he barked as he gazed up in adoration at the man he now saw as his alpha. When Topper pointed to his cock, Casey leaned his head forward and began to slurp on its dripping cock head.
“Yes, a very good boy,” Topper grunted as he slipped his shaft down Casey’s willing throat. He leaned back up against the door while Casey energetically blew him. Topper looked forward to many future days ahead with his newest boy and puppy cop. “Easy boy. Use more tongue on my rod,” he patiently instructed as Casey eagerly complied.
As Casey slobbered and slurped on his master's cock, he never felt more fulfilled or sexually alive in his life.
Topper briefly glanced over at the file at his desk that held all the police investigative information on Casey’s cousin Jack.According to private reports he’d received, Jack had quite the reputation as an exclusive alpha top. To his surprise, Jack was a police officer as well. He made a mental note to use his statewide influence, thanks to his stable of blackmailing subs, to get Jack transferred to his precinct. Topper always did like a challenge. Turning a top into a bottom, would certainly be an interesting endeavor for the doctor. The idea of turning out the man who had bitched Casey and other men, expertly too if reports were accurate, appealed to Topper’s ego. Besides, he was always ready to add to his stable.
Topper should have kept in mind what the Scottish poet, Robert Burns, said: “The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men / Gang aft agley.”
Or perhaps…
Proverbs 16:18
(King James Version)
Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
The End [?]
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