The Sting

After the guys finished their work-out, I locked up, and Cody drove his partner Jeff over to the station to get his car, then came back to pick me up. We drove to his house, and I helped him set-up for the party. I’m only twenty, so technically, I couldn’t drink, but I figured partying with cops is a pretty safe bet that I wouldn’t get busted. And Cody and his buddies were always looking out for me. They’re pretty much my only real family, and I knew I’d be safe and they wouldn’t let me do something stupid.

As the party got going, the place filled up. There were probably twenty-five guys there, all cops. Half of them were still ‘on duty.’ (The mayor would’ve been pissed if he knew the streets were unprotected.) Cops party hard, too. They were putting down beer and booze fast, and as their ‘Lil Bro,’ they kept shoving shots of tequila at me as fast as they could. I was pretty buzzed by the time the stripper showed up an hour late.

For a stripper, she wasn’t bad looking. Kinda hard looking, but she had big tits and a tight ass. The guys were all in heat for her. I think I was too drunk to care. The hooker put on a disc, and performed a half-ass strip, shimmying up to Jeff, to the cat calls and whoops of the crowd. The guys were shoving dollars at her, and she was writhing around, working the cops for all their cash. After about thirty minutes, the stripper took Jeff off to one of the back bedrooms for his last taste of freedom, and the rest of us were left up front, horny and drunk, hoping for a shot at sloppy-seconds. I think it was Marcus that brought up the idea of playing a game. “Hey Vic, can you still do that hypnosis stuff?” Vic nodded and said “Yeah, man, I still dabble, what do you got in mind?”

“How about a little demonstration while we wait? That could be fun!” Marcus replied. The guys all started laughing and cheering, chanting “Vic! Vic! Vic!”

“Okay, yeah. I’ll try. But I need a volunteer,” Vic said. I knew immediately I was in trouble. I could feel the eyes of all the guys turn on me. “How about Rafe, Vic?” Jesus chipped in, “He looks suggestible, he’s already drunk!” Marcus, Hank, Cody, and the others all started a new chant. “Rafe, Rafe, Rafe,” they said over and over, pushing me into it, until I finally agreed to be the ‘volunteer.’

“Okay, Okay,” I said finally, “what do I have to do?”

“Nothing, kid,” Vic replied, “You just have to concentrate for me. And I’ll need something shiny to use. Hey, Cody, let me have your badge.” Cody handed over his badge to Vic.

“Now, Rafe, sit here in this chair. Good boy,” Vic began as I sat down in the chair that Hank had moved into the center of the room. “Now here, take the badge in your hand and hold it up in front of your eyes. See the number, badge number two-two-six. Cody’s badge is number two-two-six. Remember that. Excellent. Okay, good boy. Now just relax.” I held the badge in front of me, but my eyes kept shifting to look at all the guys staring at me. Cody looked as if he were about to bust up laughing, but he nodded and winked at me, reassuring me. Vic moved around behind me, put his hands on my shoulders gently, and leaned over, so his lips were next to my ear. “Rafe, listen to me, and only me. Ignore the others, listen only to me. Good boy. Now look at Cody’s badge. Really concentrate on it. See how shiny it is? That’s it! Keep looking, see how the light reflects off it?” I nodded my head, and I felt my body begin to relax ever so slightly. Vic’s voice entered my brain. “Good boy. Keep looking at Cody’s badge. Look at the words, so shiny and gold. What do the words on the badge say, boy? Read the words to me, boy!” I spoke. “Honor and Service,” I said. Vic’s hands began to massage my neck and shoulders. “Excellent, boy, say the words again, boy. Just keep saying the words again, boy,” Vic’s voice was softer, and seemed more distant.

“Honor and Service . . . Honor and Service . . . Honor and Service.” I repeated the words at least twenty times. As I did, the words started to run together, the end merging with the beginning. Then the words started to drift away from me. I can’t really explain it. I could hear my own voice saying the words, but it felt like it wasn’t me saying them. The words were swirling softly around me. I was suddenly conscious that my vision was tunneling in, as well. Cody’s badge was still clearly in view, but everything else started to blur and close in. The badge started to get heavier and heavier. I tried desperately to hold it up, but it just kept gaining weight. I kept saying the words over and over, but they started to become more and more difficult to pronounce.

I could hear Vic’s voice floating across the river of words I was endlessly repeating. “What a good boy you are. Yeah! What a good boy! So obedient! So eager to please! What a good boy!” Vic’s voice was melodic, like he was playing with a puppy, his voice drifting happily into my mind.

The undercurrent of my own voice flowed smoothly beneath his words. “Honor and Service . . . Honor and Service . . . Honor . . . and . . . Ser . . .”

Time Served

I woke up the next morning when the alarm clock went off. It took me a few seconds to figure out that I was in Cody and Kerry’s bedroom. I was wearing only a jockstrap, and I had a massive hard-on, serious morning wood. I turned off the alarm and slowly sat up. My head was pulsing, and my muscles were achy.

I got up and stumbled to the john. As I pissed out a gallon of used beer, my head started clearing. I slowly began to remember the bachelor party and the stripper, and Vic trying to hypnotize me, but then there was a big void in my memory. As I wandered into the kitchen, I called out to see if anyone was home, but no one answered. The house was still a mess from the party, and the smell of stale beer made my stomach turn.

On the kitchen counter, I saw a not from Cody:

Rafe,

Sorry, Lil Bro! Tried to wake you, but you were passed out hard. Damn! You were a riot last night. Left you breakfast. Take my truck to work, I’ll stop by the gym later, and we’ll ‘juice up.’ I sent you some pics from last night on email. Check them out when you get to work. Fucking funny.

Big Bro

I set the note down and looked at the clock. Shit! I had to open up the gym in twenty minutes. I grabbed the nutrition bars from the counter and a bottle of orange juice, and gulped them down as I put on my clothes, and ran out of the house.

I pulled up to the YMCA two minutes late. There were several old fucks impatiently waiting at the door. I kept saying my apologies as I hustled to get the doors unlocked and the lights on. I finally gathered myself after I had checked all the early birds in. I made coffee, and relaxed, starting to feel normal again. The next few hours went slowly, but peacefully.

It was about an hour before closing when Marcus and Jesus strolled in. “Well, hello, there, Good Boy!” Marcus said as he reached the counter, a beaming smile of bright white teeth across his black face. Marcus reached across the desk and patted me on the head like I was a dog, no doubt tickling Jesus funny bone. Jesus snickered, choking back a laugh. Then he reached out and patted my head too. “What a good boy you are, Rafe. Do you want a bone, good boy?” Jesus chimed, and the two cops busted up laughing.

“What? What?” I asked, completely confused. “What’s so damn funny?”

“Oh, nothing, really!” Marcus replied, insincerely. The two of them kept smiling and snickering as they handed me their badges. I handed them towels and buzzed them through. After they left, I remembered the email photos. I went to the computer and signed in. I saw the email from Cody and opened it then down-loaded the file of pictures. When I clicked on the folder, the first photo popped up. It was a picture of me, wearing only a jockstrap, on all fours with a collar around my neck. The next photo was me again, but with Vic holding a leash attached to my collar. The next series of about twenty photos were of me, rolling around on the floor like a puppy. There were several of me lying on my back, with the fully clothed cops scratching my tummy, or patting my head, and a couple of me drinking beer from a doggy bowl.

I sat back, and my jaw dropped. I slowly began to remember the night before. I remembered Vic putting me under, how warm and comfortable it was to hear his voice. I remembered how safe I felt obeying his commands, and how every time I heard the words “good boy” I would get excited like a little puppy. I returned to the photos and as each one popped up, I filled in more and more of the previous night. Despite my embarrassment, my dick started to get hard as I sat behind the counter staring at the screen. The photos got progressively more sexual as I scrolled through them. There were several of me on all fours, licking Hank’s police boots, and then sitting up begging, as Hank hand fed me a doggy bone.

There were a couple of me with my head between Jesus’ spread legs, my nose shoved in his crotch, sniffing and scratching at his swelling package. At first, Jesus was fully clothed, but then he had his shirt off and his pants down around his ankles, and there I was sniffing his hard dick and balls through his boxer shorts.

The blood that had been flushing my face drained completely as I viewed the next series of pictures. I was then completely naked, except for the collar, and I had a raging hard-on. I was sitting on Marcus’ lap, frantically licking his face. His head was thrown back and he was obviously laughing. The next shots were of me opening his shirt with my teeth. Then I was sucking on his big black nipples, nursing like a pup at a bitch’s tit. Then me opening his trousers with my teeth. Marcus obviously wasn’t wearing underwear, because the next few shots showed me licking his hairy black balls, my nose pressed up against the base of his monstrous ten inch dick. Fortunately, there were no photos of what I feared most. I was pretty sure I hadn’t sucked his cock, and there was no photographic proof that I had.

My dick was aching and fully hard. I was totally embarrassed, and totally turned on at the same time. There were only three more shots in the file, but I was terrified to see what they would reveal. I cautiously clicked on, and as I reached the last few photos, my cock went extreme-hard. The last shots were not from the living room. They were taken in the master bedroom. I somehow knew they were taken later, after the party had ended. The camera angle was taken from the dresser, like it was set on top, and the camera was operated remotely. The last three shots were of me, wearing my jockstrap again, but no collar. I was on the bed on all fours, and my face was buried between the ass cheeks of Cody. Cody was totally naked, bent over, his hands pulling his square-muscled ass apart, and I was licking his manhole. My cock was hard, extending down at a furious arc from my crotch, and Cody’s cock was shoved back between his legs, my chin grinding his balls against his thigh as I licked his hole. On the last shot, I could see a big puddle of cum on the bedspread beneath my cock. As I suddenly remembered this moment, I could almost smell and taste Cody’s man-ass again. Looking at the photos, I felt that orgasm flow over me, and before I could stop it, my cock erupted. My rock-hard dick shot off, and I felt warm semen course out and around my prick, filling my jockstrap and soaking into the crotch of my jeans. “Mother-fucker!” I yelped, as I realized that just the memory of the moment had been enough to bring me over the edge of orgasm. “Shit! Shit!” I exclaimed, as I quickly grabbed a towel and tried to dry the growing stain that was expanding across the front of my Levi’s. I was furiously wiping at my crotch when I realized exactly where I was. I was at work, in a public place, and I had just ejaculated. I looked around and knew that no one had heard or seen me. I quickly shoved the towel inside my jock and wiped up as much of my cum as I could. That’s when I heard the locker room door open, and I quickly shoved my crotch up to the counter, trying to hide my soiled jeans.

I wanted to freak out. “Holy Shit!” I thought to myself as the gravity of the situation hit me. I was terrified. What was I gonna say to Marcus and Jesus went they left. And how was I going to explain any of this to Cody later.

I didn’t have even a second to scheme, because at that moment Marcus and Jesus exited the locker room. By the terrified expression on my face, I knew instantly that they knew. I had seen the photos. They exchanged a quick glance, and then they approached the counter. I tried to act cool, but when my mouth opened, I started to babble. “Uh, hey, uh guys . . . did you have a good? . . . Hey, uh listen, about last night . . . I, uh, well, uh, I’m not, you know . . .well, you see, I was really . . . drunk, and . . .” Marcus interrupted me. “Easy! Easy, Lil Bro! Relax, boy, take a breath. Don’t worry! It’s cool!” Marcus reached across the counter and put his arm on my shoulder. “You were obviously really drunk last night. We all were. And you’re our Lil Bro, you’re family. You’re an honorary member of the police brotherhood. Anything that might have happened is strictly among us. We got your back, anytime, and our lips are sealed, right Jesus?” Jesus nodded, and then held out his fist. We knocked knuckles, and he smiled, his warm Latino face opening to a genuine grin. “Babe, Marcus and I had a lot of fun last night, and we were just saying that you should come out on patrol with us some time soon. Patrol is pretty boring, but having you would keep things interesting for us.”

I was pretty sure he meant to say ‘having you along,’ not just ‘having you,’ but then Jesus winked and made a deliberate grab at his crotch, and he and Marcus swapped a dangerous look. I suddenly had a flash image of me sandwiched between these two cops, their hands and mouths getting real friendly with me. I was brought back to the moment when I noticed Jesus make a strange face, like he smelled something he momentarily couldn’t identify. Then he started to smile really broadly. I blushed as he looked in my eyes, and he knew. He could smell the cum, and we both shared an awkward look.

“Rafe, don’t worry about us,” Marcus interrupted the tension. Gathering my wits, I reached under the counter, and grabbed their badges. As I handed back their badges, Marcus continued. “Listen, Rafe! Seriously. Jesus n’ me, we’re cool . . . you know, with whatever, Okay?” The two of them turned to leave. I wasn’t quite sure if I knew what his last comment meant, but as they opened the door to go, I saw Marcus smack Jesus on the ass. Jesus jumped, then he punched Marcus hard on his bicep. They headed out to the parking lot together.

I felt some of the weight of this situation lift off me. I was reassured that they would protect me if anyone said anything. They were two tough mother-fuckers to end up on the wrong side of. My mind filled with images of me bent over between Marcus and Jesus, the two bad-ass cops. I’d never really thought about man-on-man sex before, but I liked the idea of being pressed in between Marcus and Jesus, me naked and them in their uniforms. I was imagining their hands working their way over my body, and Marcus grinding his oversized basket up against my bare ass. I was drifting off into erotic fantasy and my dick was responding when I saw Cody’s cruiser pull up in front of the gym.

Coming back to reality quick, I made a decision to play it cool. If he teased me about the photos, I’d just act as if I wasn’t at fault. After all, Cody had been the one that got me drunk, and Vic had been the one that made me embarrass myself. I was just the young, trusting kid. I wasn’t queer or nothing. Hell, I was totally under, and they were the ones that forced me into submission.

Good Behavior

Cody walked through the door. He smiled warmly as he approached the desk. “Hey, Little Brother. Glad to see you’re alright. I figured you’d be hung hard.” Cody’s casual conversation made me relax. I thought to myself ‘Good, Rafe. Just be cool, maybe Cody will just let the whole thing slide.’ Cody continued. “Hey, is there anyone else around? Can you close up? I thought we could get a quick work-out once you locked up. I got the steroids and the needles. We can start the next cycle tonight, and we can take a sauna, then go grab a bite. Whatcha’ say?”

Any last tension I felt melted away. Cody was going to let the whole messy thing go, and I relaxed. I thought to myself how great my brother-in-law was. He’d seen me fuckin’ queer out the night before, but he wasn’t gonna make me pay for it.

“Yes, sir. Sounds great,” I replied. “I’ll lock up and you can start the workout. I’ll join you right soon.”

I buzzed Cody in, and then went to secure the doors, and run a final check. I locked the place down and turned off all the lights except for the weight room, lockers, and the sauna. I went back to the desk and grabbed us both towels. I went to shut off the computer before I met Cody in the weight room. I quick clicked on the last photo, the one of me rimming out my brother-in-law. I pushed the memory from my mind as I closed the file and deleted the folder. ‘It was just a stupid, drunken, mistake. I was under the control of somebody else. I’m no fag, for sure!’ I reassured myself. I went down and joined Cody.

I went to the locker room and changed into my gym clothes. When I entered the weight room, Cody was at the squat-thrust cage. “Good timing, kiddo. I was just setting up for the heavy thrusts,” Cody stated. “Give me a spot?”

I joined him at the rig and positioned myself behind him. He freed the weight bar and started his squats. As he lowered his body, I bent in unison behind him, shadowing his squats. Every time he bottomed out, his hard-muscled ass pushed back against me, grinding into my crotch. Each squat made my mind flash back to the photos, but each time I pushed the images from my brain. I willfully suppressed the desire to drop down and taste the ripe man-funk of his hard ass.

We traded off, alternating sets. By the time we finished the squats, I felt sure I could lick any latent desire to queer out on Cody. We moved through the rest of the legs routine, Cody joking around and swatting my ass, acting as if nothing had changed. By the end of the workout, it seemed as if the whole weird event from last night was forgotten.

When we had finished our sets, Cody said “Great job, boy. I’m gonna hit the head. I left the roids in the front pouch of my gym bag. Why don’t you go get them, and meet me in the shower? We’ll shoot up and shower, Okay?”

I trotted off to the locker area, and saw Cody’s gym bag on the far bench. I began to strip down, so by the time I reached the bench, I was wearing only my jockstrap. I went over and unzipped the front pocket. I reached in, and pulled out the cloth-wrapped case. I held up the contents. I realized the “cloth” was one of Cody’s well-worn jockstraps. I unwrapped the contents. As the cotton-mesh pouch of Cody’s jock unfolded, his police badge slipped out, nearly falling to the floor. I made a quick lunge and caught it in my hand.

A wave of desire overcame me. Actually, a compulsion of passive obsession came out of my soul.. I raised his badge up in line with my eyes. Badge number two-two-six. I felt the calm trance overtake my mind. I felt the shiny badge grab hold and refuse to release from my hand. I fell on my knees beside the bench and I heard myself start to recite the inscribed words. “Honor and Service, Honor and Service.” The words came from my own mouth, but they seemed to swirl around me and envelop me. I felt my resistance weaken. And my dick started swelling inside my jockstrap.

I sat there, entranced for an unknown amount of time, fully aware of my surroundings, but unable and unwilling to move. I was falling again under the control of the badge.

I felt two hands come to rest on my shoulders, their warm strength penetrating my pumped muscles. “Vic said that the trigger would continue to work, and each time would become stronger,” Cody’s voice floated over my dutiful recital. “Can you hear my voice, Lil Bro?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Yes, sir, I like to hear your voice, sir.”

“Good boy, Lil Bro” Cody continued. “Did you see the photos from last night?”

I nodded, and Cody’s hands slid down the front of my chest, massaging my pecs firmly, grazing my erect nipples as he leaned down to my ear. “The pictures made you remember how good it felt to serve, didn’t they?” Again, I nodded yes. “You like to be ordered around. You loved smelling and tasting the scent of real men, didn’t you, boy?”

“Yes, sir, I loved being controlled. I love the smell and taste and feel of strong men, sir.” I could hear my response, distant from my mind, but as the words sounded out, I felt their truth, and my body came alive, the senses alert. I could fully sense Cody, his strong hands, his firm voice, his musky scent. They penetrated my trance, and I wanted to submit to their pleasure. Cody whispered “Lil Bro, you need to obey me, you have no choice. You will remember everything I tell you and everything you do, and it will become a part of who you are, a permanent part of you. Whenever you hold my badge, you will return to this place. You will obey me and only me. I will make you mine.”

“Yes, sir, I will obey, I must obey, I understand.”

“Good boy, now remember how much you love the smell and taste of my man-hole, boy. You are powerless to resist the urge to worship my hole. I command you to eat out my hole, and each second you do will make you want me more. You are my slave, you worship your Big Bro. Your dick will ache, your ass will crave and your mind will submit, until you beg me to fuck you. You must obey.”

“Yes, sir.” Cody’s words became my sole focus. Cody moved around in front of me and I stared lovingly at his beautiful form. His broad shoulders and muscled chest. His tight abs and lean waist. His trunk-like legs and sculpted calves. His swollen cock trapped inside his jockstrap. I wanted nothing more than to worship him.

He turned slowly, his square-muscled ass coming into my view like a sunrise, the rotation bringing it slowly into full view. Soon, his strong glutes were in direct site. I felt my weight shifting forward. I was drawn uncontrollably into Cody’s meaty ass. I had to obey desire. I inched forward, the sweaty scent and shiny skin beckoning me. As my face edged into the crack of Cody’s ass, my senses went into overdrive. I sniffed gently and the manly smell of man-hole filled my lungs. The cool, moist sweaty flanks of muscle closed around my face, but the deep warmth of Cody’s crack pleased me. The short, bristly hairs of his man-ring tickled my nose and lips. I parted my lips and slid my tongue out and inhaled deeply. A surge of man-scent coursed into my mouth. My lungs took his scent deep into me, and my mouth tasted my macho Big Bro’s aroma.

Cody let out a growl when my wet tongue touched his asshole. “Oh, yeah, Lil Bro, eat your man’s ass. Worship it. Show me how obedient you are.” His words aroused me. The thought of obeying my Big Bro this way turned on every circuit of lust. I began to tunnel into Cody’s butt, my nose rutting into his backside feverishly, and my tongue grinding into the warm, moist skin of his hole. I whimpered and whined as I ate him out. Each swipe of my tongue and breath in took me deeper into his spell. I was in delicious agony. I ached deep inside, desperate to please him, desperate to worship him.

I started pleading as I kept up my rimjob. “Please, sir, please, I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me, I must obey. Please, Big Bro, fuck my ass and let me serve you.”

I begged Cody for several minutes until he finally acquiesced. “All right, all right, Lil Bro. I guess you’ve earned it. Big Bro is gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna love it,” Cody replied as he moved away from my worshipping tongue and turned to face me. I looked up at him adoringly. He was so manly and strong. How had I ever gotten by without worshipping him before. I must have always been his slave, I thought. I must have always been his obedient boy. I knew no other way.

Cody smiled down at me, and then sat down on the bench. His huge cock was fully erect and the angry red crown was extended up out of his jock. I lunged in and began to root around, inhaling his man-scent from his crotch, my tongue lapping at the meshy fabric. I ground my nose into his hard shaft and descended it’s length. When I reached the bottom of the pouch of Cody’s jock, where the straps came around to attach, the strong odor of Big Bro’s sweaty balls and fresh-eaten ass made my dick extend fully. Cody slid down a bit so his ass was on the edge of the bench and he adjusted his jock. His furry balls dropped out the bottom of the jock. I dutifully began to lick and lap at them, and they responded by bouncing up and tightening against the base of his enormous man-shaft. I slicked them up really well, and my eyes drifted up across his bulky torso. He was looking down across his huge chest at me with a confident smile. “Yeah, Lil Bro, I own your ass. You are mine, and I’m gonna breed your jock-butt hard. I’m gonna show you how to take man-dick, and you’re gonna love every inch of my big cock inside you.”

My tongue kept working his taint and balls, every other swipe digging down to rake across his tasty man-hole. I kept staring deep into his eyes, drowning contentedly, as I fell further and further into Cody’s service. “Honor and Service, Honor and Service” kept echoing through my brain. I was his total slave, and I couldn’t resist. I was obedient beyond any level of devotion I had ever experienced.

“Stand up, Lil Bro, time to fuck you, like a good little boy deserves.” Cody reached across and tweaked my erect tits. Then he reached over and pulled a tube of cream from his gym-bag. I stood up, my knees weak and unsteady. I stood before Cody with bowed head and my arms locked behind my back, a natural pose, unrehearsed, that just seemed to show my obedience. My eyes bugged out when he used one hand to slide his cock out of the side of his jock. He grabbed his manhood with his right hand and squeezed, forcing it to swell even more, the bulbous cockhead engorged with blood. A large drop of clear pre-cum exited from his cock-slit and dripped down the side of his shaft. I wanted to taste his essence, but I was under his control, and he smiled knowingly as he watched my pained face. He squeezed a glob of cream onto his member and began to slick up his dick. “Don’t worry, Lil Bro, you’ll have plenty of time to suck Big Bro’s cock. Later. Big Bro likes his blowjobs slow and lengthy. Right now, though, Big Bro wants to fuck, and he wants to fuck you hard and deep,” Cody said, his smile broad and confident. “Straddle the bench and lower yourself down, until the head of Big Bro’s dick kisses your boy-hole. “Yes, sir” I replied and I stepped up onto the bench. I flexed my legs and bent, lowering myself down. As my ass-cheeks parted, the cool air of the locker room touched my eager asshole, and it twitched, sending a shiver through my body. Cody raised up his hands and steadied me as I reached the bottom of the squat, my ass-muscles fully spread. Then I felt my hole make contact with the swollen head of Cody’s cock. I flinched, but Cody’s hands held me in place. I locked eyes with Big Bro, and I was pleased to see his reassuring smile. “Just relax, boy, and remember how much you need this. You’re gonna fucking love the feeling of having me inside your body, as much as you love having me inside your mind.”

“Yes, sir. Please teach me how to love being your fuck-hole, Big Bro,” I said.

“Take me inside you, Now!” Cody responded. With that, he grabbed my thighs and pushed down, at the same time thrusting up with his pelvis. His huge dick jammed up, pushing my boy-ring in. For a quick second, it resisted the force. But then the swollen head of Cody’s cock slid through. My ass-lips parted, and then his cock-shaft drove strong and straight into me. The tremendous force of the invasion was a flash of pain, but a rush of lust. My eyes opened wide and my mouth gaped open. Cody balanced my weight as I descended the full length of his shaft.

When my ass bottomed out, it rested against Cody’s furry crotch. I stared into his eyes. “Yeah, baby, who’s your Daddy, Lil Bro? Who’s your big muscle Daddy, boy?”

“You are, Big Bro. You are my big muscle Daddy, sir. Fuck me, please.”

“You got it, kiddo. Get ready for the ride of your life.” Cody used his string arms to brace me, and then he began to pump his huge dick up and down, driving it deep into me. His firm ass and strong legs flexed and contracted as he ground his tool inside my hole. Each contraction made his dick stiffen and flinch, and I could feel it inside. His pace started slow and deliberate, but increasing in rhythm. Soon he hit a steady stride. He held a steady fuck-cadence for a few minutes, and soon I was working my hole to his beat, pushing down to receive his thrusts.

He angled me back and then balanced his own weight. Then he stood from the bench, his strong arms holding me firm as he rose. I braced my arms, locking my hands behind his neck. I was suspended off the floor, mounted on Cody’s big tool. He continued to drive-fuck me as he bounced my weight up and down, and his cock drove to the deepest part of my chute. I started moaning uncontrollably each time my full weight bottomed out on his dick, and my head rolled back in delirium. My eyes lost focus, and I began to beg. “Please, cum inside me, Big Bro. Cum in my hole. I fucking need your cum in me.” I was lost, floating on a sea of erotic emotions, my mind completely overcome with lust.

“Getting close, Lil Bro,” Cody said through clenched teeth. His muscles were straining, and his thrusts were becoming jerky. His huge cock started to convulse in my hole. “Getting close, getting close, getting . . . fucking . . . close.” Cody’s eyes flared, and his expression became violent. He thrust two brutal stabs into me, then froze.

“Aaaargh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Cody screamed in an angry, deep growl. “Fucking breeding you, LIL BRO! Take it, take Big Bro’s man-seed.” Cody went over the edge, and his powerful cock exploded, locked inside me. I felt his tool extend and his balls tighten and climb his shaft, trying to climb in my boy-hole. The first expulsion of semen seared into me, ripping its’ way up my bowels. It scorched my insides as it skewered into me. The second and third arcs of cum shot along the pathway laid by his first volley. The next series of shots diminished in intensity, but they warmed my ass-chute, their creamy volume filling my hole and engulfing Cody’s boy-fucker.

I don’t know, but I swear I could suddenly taste semen as his man-juice entered my body. I know it was an illusion, but I could taste his hot cream in my mouth when he climaxed. I yell out and surrendered to my own lust. My dick, still contained in its jock erupted. My boy-seed fired out and soaked my jockstrap. I twisted and squirmed, but Cody’s massive arms held me tight against him. My juice seeped through the pouch and my boy-cum smeared over Cody’s abs.

As the climax slowed, I was able to open my eyes. I stared openly into Cody’s eyes, a child-like innocent smile on my face. Cody took his index finger and scooped a drop of my own cum from the jockstrap. He held it up to my lips and I sucked it from his finger. Then he shifted his weight and slowly sank back onto the bench. I leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips. He opened his mouth and my tongue probed into him, delivering my warm cum and his own ass-scent to my Big Bro. He reacted with a masculine passion, his tongue tasting and digging into my mouth.

We sat quietly on the bench, his dick still inside my ass, our mouths engaged. Finally, he broke the kiss and he smiled. “Damn, Lil Bro, you are one hot fuck. You needed a real man to take you, didn’t you?” I nodded slowly, agreeing. “Are you still under? A trance, I mean?” he asked. I spoke, “Yes, sir, I am. I am still your obedient boy, sir.”

Well, then, let me set the ground rules now. You will always remember what happened here, but you won’t feel compelled to act until you hold my badge in your hand. Whenever you touch my badge, you will return to this trance, understand?” I nodded yes. “Good boy. Whenever you enter this trance, you will be obedient, and willing, you will need to serve, and you will crave man-ass, man-cock, and man-seed. You will worship me and obey me, even if I tell you to serve another, you have no choice.”

“I understand, Big Bro, I will worship you.”

“Excellent, Lil Bro. Now I’m going to bring you out of the trance. You will remember everything that happened, and you will feel as if it just natural, just an ordinary thing that we both share, our special secret, a secret we both will keep, okay?”

“Yes, sir, a secret,” I echoed.

“Now, close your eyes, and listen only to my voice . . .”

I drifted off, the waves of pleasure overtaking me.

Police Report

It was two years later when I won the Mr. Wyoming Bodybuilding title. I was a hulking 260# and ripped. The moment, I won, I remember seeing the proud look on Cody’s face as he watched from just off stage. Cody had won the regional contest the year before, so he didn’t need to peak for the Mr. Wyoming. He was concentrating for the Nationals in June. Anyway, as the photographers and press surrounded me, and the muscle-groupie chicks rubbed their big tits up against me, I just kept the image of the night before the competition in my brain. I smiled a big smile for the photos, remembering myself naked, Cody’s hard dick plowing my hole. Our secret, just a secret we would always share.

Cody had pretty much run every aspect of my life since that fateful night of Jeff’s bachelor party. He had become my mentor and coach, teaching me the best techniques of bodybuilding, nutrition, and self-control. He had helped me land a place at the police academy, and was my first sergeant when I got the job with the local force. He even introduced me to my wife, Tanya.

I pretty much hung around only with him and the other guys from the police unit. We’d all rent a cabin, and go off hunting together. At night, we’d make a big meal and drink the night away. We would party hard, and then always the topic would turn to the hypnosis stuff. Turns out Jeff was really susceptible, too. He would go under at the drop of a hat. I would usually remember, but sometimes I’d blackout, and then I could reliably wait a few days until the photos would show up on my email. Jeff and I doing some goofy stuff under trance, the rest of the guys laughing, making us act silly. Crazy bastards, always fucking around. Especially Jesus and Marcus. They just loved to make us “beg for it,” and with Cody’s permission, we always did.