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Berlin Stud's "Looking Good"... finding a finish?

From: guest , 10 days, post #1

I love Berlin Stud's story "Looking Good". I used to correspond with him over e-mail and he spoke of wanting to finish it with a sequel, and then he suddenly disappeared. I haven't heard from him in years. We used to talk all the time.

He and I used to toss ideas back and forth about where the story will go. I would complete it myself except for the fact that I suck at story writing. Would anyone be willing to complete the story? Ideally I'd love to see Otaru complete it, but I think he stopped writing.

Here's the first portion:

LOOKING GOOD by berlinstud

CHAPTER 1

He appeared on my doorstep one afternoon after an earlier rainstorm about a month after I posted one of my cards on the bulletin board at the nearby garage where the motor squad cops kept their big police motorcycles.

" LEATHER CARE EXPERT WILL SPIT SHINE YOUR BOOTS
BIG DISCOUNT FOR MOTOR SQUAD MEN "

It really wasn't an ad, of course, it was bait and this young cop had been the first and only taker. As soon as I saw him, I knew his type. He was perfect for me, exactly what I wanted and hoped would show up. A few years ago he was your typical high school jock -- hunky, cocky, a real looker, vain; played on his looks and charm to get attention and whatever else he wanted. Became a cop because he wanted a physical job that would get him respect and maybe some adventure; he wasn't stupid, just opportunistic (okay, maybe even naive) -- using his all to let others do the scut work and then thriving on the praise he got as well as any benefits that came from his be-charmed public. Volunteered for the motor squad because motor cops are the jocks of the force and after all, he was a stud. A guy like that might come on as a macho stud, but he'd be used to following orders...coaches, police captains, etc. One thing for sure, he was not the kind of guy to waste his own time spit shining tall leather boots; he spent his time just looking good .

He began with the traditional cop greeting: "How Ya Doin', Sir ? Saw your card." As I moved to greet him he turned to look at himself in a side mirror removing his helmet and putting his thick dark hair in order to look his best...he always had to look good. He looked down at his rain spattered boots. "Can you maybe shine these up while I wait ?" Before I could answer he added, "If you got a bootjack handy, I can just pull 'em off right now..." then with a smile, "If you don't mind me stinkin' up your shop." I, too, looked at his boots. They were gorgeous: fairly new -- two-three weeks , only a few wrinkles or creases, lots of original shine, size 11-12, a little taller than usual--maybe even custom made--he was the type.

My heart leapt at the idea of this young motorcycle cop just yanking off his riding boots right then and there. He'd been on patrol all that day, so the act no doubt would "stink up" the room with the mixed aroma of hot boot leather and sweaty socks. For a few milliseconds I flashed on my fantasy image of his feet coming out of those boots clad in black socks, maybe sheer enough and sweaty enough so I could see the outline of his toes (thick wool boot socks are sexy, but I've always been specially turned on seeing the outline of a man's foot through his moist, sheer black socks. When they came out of boots--hot, erotic boots--it was ecstasy!).

But I'd been waiting a long time for just the right booted cop to take my bait. I had a very specific fantasy role for him to begin with and an even better ending in mind, so I declined his offer to take off his boots...reluctantly.

"Actually, I'd prefer to work on your boots while you're wearin' 'em," I said as I motioned him over to a large recliner chair (black leather, of course). "Have a seat; just lean back and have some coffee. That'll automatically bring your legs up so I can get right to work on that boot leather." The stud cop immediately obeyed (a good sign).

As I brought over a hot cup (my own special recipe blend just for him), he stood there giving me the once-over... clearly smirking that I was his inferior, then removed his right skin-tight cop glove which he tossed into the highly polished helmet placing both on the side table, next to the cup. Without even taking off his heavy leather motorcycle jacket or his gunbelt, he took a seat as I had directed and kicked back, forcing the chair into full reclining position and then grabbed the coffee. That elevated his booted feet so when I knelt next to the chair, they were right in my face.

"Hey, thanks buddy...smells great !" he said in a tone as if all this was expected service for one of his assumed stature. "It's my own special blend; hope you like it" I replied as I anxiously watched him take first one sip and then another and another. "Man, this is really okay !" he said as I just smiled a very crooked knowing smile and thought "You wouldn't say that if you knew what was in it."

I played it very professional and super straight (but secretly very turned on) for the next 20-minutes and another cup; polishing my way from his toe caps to his heels, then all the way up his tall boot shafts just as advertised. It turned me on when he started reverting to a kind of Top-Cop-Role, pointing out exactly where he wanted more polishing or buffing. I complied while quietly inspecting every inch of this stud cop and starting up a conversation. I asked him if he worked out much and if he liked being a cop.

"Oh yeah !" he replied to both as he stared at the ceiling. "Big Time! I like to keep myself in shape; I like to look good, ya know....look cool. Been a cop since right outta high school and the academy--the uniform and cycle...they're real chick magnets. You know, I don't even do my own laundry; two chicks in the apartment building do it for me, just hoping I'll take 'em to bed."

"BINGO" I smiled as I stared at his crotch; good, he's definitely loaded there, too, I observed. He finished the second cup.... he's ready. Just a few more minutes to let him absorb its full potency, preparing him for his ultimate fate.

I gave his boots a real first class mirror shine. Secretly my senses were in overdrive; the smell and touch of his boots was overwhelming, sexy, erotic, sensual. The hot boot leather squeaked as I rubbed and polished them, definitely hard-on music. When I finally put down my brush and rag, the officer took it as his cue to shift his weight to return the recliner to its upright position. He tried, but I blocked it with my knee.

"There'll be no charge" I announced looking him in the eye. I paused, then added, "in fact, I have a little something for you if you'll do me a favor." As I spoke, I produced a crisp new $20 bill and held it so he could see its reflection in the spit-shined toes of his now exquisite cop boots. Then I added, trying to muster my most sincere smile, " I've always wanted to bribe a cop. Are you game ?"

The cop's black leather motorcycle jacket squeaked and rubbed against the leather chair as he leaned back and stared at me through his mirror sunglasses as he contemplated my question. Half smirking, he asked "So... what do you have in mind ?"

CHAPTER 2

"I, ahh...I just want to take you up on that offer you made when you walked in the door."

"And what the fuck was that?" he sneered. He tensed up at what he thought I might possibly mean since he was was no fag lover -- reverting to high-school-jock-mode; but I already sensed he was ready and vunerable to what was to come.

"I just want to pull off your boots, that's all."

"For why ? They look great!" he said, squinting back at me.

"Well," I answered, "truth is I just love the smell of warm boot leather (I didn't mention his socks). You sort of turned me on when you mentioned how your boots would -- I think you said -- "stink up my room." So I want to take your boots off and I want to...ahh...sniff 'em." I waved the twenty. "So...will you take the bribe ?" He continued to stare while he tried to calculate, think straight, keep focused; but when he faintly licked his full lips without realizing it, I knew his macho bravado and dominant studliness were disappearing fast.

He leaned forward and briskly snatched up the twenty in his still-gloved left hand. "Knock yourself out, buddy," his voice now tinged with a boyish note of contempt and arrogance.

He let his head fall back against the chair's leather pillow, creating the effect that he was looking down his nose at me as I set to work pulling off his left boot. Although the boot was a tight fit, I took hold of the heel and toe and tugged and pulled the boot slowly toward me. His foot was full and muscular, not boney, filling out the vamp fully; I could feel and touch its form and outline through the smooth and shiny leather.

As the top of his tall boot just cleared the bottom hem of his breeches there was a slight suction sound and I caught my first glimpse of his sock. Black ribbed and pulled up snug to his leg, like right out of my fantasy. As his boot slid off over the golden threads in the toe of his sock, the air instantly filled with a heavy, rich scent of warm leather. I raised the boot shaft, put my face into the opening and inhaled several deep sniffs of the boot stink, polish, leather, sweat. "There, buddy... see, I told ya those boots made my feet stink. Is that turning you on ?"

I didn't answer. I held his big stud foot in its damp black sock in my hand. As I moved my face closer to it, its owner suddenly yanked it out of my grasp.

"Hold it buddy ! The deal was you get to take off my boots and get off sniffin' 'em. You want to play with my socks too, it's gonna cost you !"

He lowered his foot till it almost touched the tip of my nose. The outline of his toes was clearly visible as he wiggled them just under those yellow threads as if to tease and sell me on his take-it-or-leave-it deal. His smirk had the look of disgust, but also of "Gotcha -- once again I'm gonna get the best of this deal, pervert" not knowing that I would ultimately have the last smirk and get everything.

"OK !" I said as I slid a second $20 bill across the seat cushion, wedging it under a bulge (probably his big cop balls) just below the fly on his tight breeches.

I took my time massaging his foot through its wet sock. I nuzzled against it as I pressed the top of his empty boot against my face, again inhaling a deep, mellow odor of leather and sweat.

The young stud cop said nothing as if all of this action down below wasn't worthy of his attention, just licking his lips again. But as I took hold of his sock, he seemed to know what I wanted next. I swear I could feel him tensing his tight leg muscles so that his toes were jammed right into my nose and face. All I could see were those yellow threads woven into the top cap of his sock. All I could smell was his sweaty sock. When I finally glanced up at him, the officer was looking directly down at me, smirking. "OK pal, had enough now ?"

"No. Not quite yet" I answered. "I really need to take your socks off too. I'll bribe ya !"

He picked up his empty boot and laid it across his lap. "You can just stick your 'bribes' right in here," he said pointing inside the boot. "You want two socks to come off, TWO $20's go in."

Everything I did from then on was like in slow motion. His socks must have reached up under his breeches almost as high on his legs as his boot tops. His tight muscled legs were still damp with sweat, so it took some tugging till I had the cop's first sock pulled down, bunched up, and hanging loosely around his ankle. But from his ankle on down to his toes, that sheer, damp sock clung to his foot so tightly, it glistened and looked like skin.

Just like in my fantasy, I could clearly see the outline of his long toes. I grasped the foot by its ankle with one hand while with the other I'd work his sock over his heel. Then I'd yank it off him, leaving him barefoot -- but still in full uniform from his ankles up...for the moment.

The young cop kept looking sort of down his nose at me, showing no emotion, acting almost disinterested as I worked my fingers in between his long, still sweaty toes. My face was only an inch or so from them when he spread them and popped the question.

"Don't tell me," he said dripping with sarcasm. "Lemme guess...now you're gonna wanna suck on these hot toes, right faggot?"

Something about his smarmy grin and his snotty tone of voice really pissed me off. It was that "I'm-In-Charge" bored monotone that cops like to use on people at traffic stops. It reminded me that this young macho motorcycle officer was still basically nothing more than a dumb jock-kid, now ready for my taking. He had finally pinned me -- outted me; but it was too late. He had been prepped: he was ready; I was ready; I was THE MAN IN CHARGE, and now he was about to find that out.

He was growing impatient. "Come on! Man! Do you want to suck 'em or don't ya ?"

CHAPTER 3

Slowly standing up and starting in a quiet but firm tone with an edge and absolutely no emotion, I said "No, I'm not going to suck your toes ! WHAT I WANT IS TO SEE YOU SUCK 'EM YOURSELF ! YOU'RE GONNA SUCK ON YOUR OWN TOES ! YOU'RE GOING TO LICK THEM CLEAN !"

That stopped him cold; his jaw dropped and his mouth gaped open. He just sat there with this confused look on his face like his coach just told his naive star jock that he missed a play. Then he stared straight ahead, tightly clenching his teeth, pumping adrenalin and building up the anger; then looking me straight in the eyes...

'WHAAAT ?!? OH...NO WAY IN HELL !! " he bellowed. Mumbling obscenities under his voice, he was trying to figure out how to force the recliner back to its upright position and then beat the holy shit out of me. Once again, I blocked the maneuver with my knee. I suddenly leaned over, grabbed his glove from the helmet, cocked my arm back and slapped him twice across the face with the glove as hard as I could. He was completely stunned, shell-shocked, bug-eyed, mouth agape, frozen in place. No one had ever done that to him before...NO ONE. He started to move and I slapped him again, and then once more for good measure. Now there was fear in his eyes, on his face; his lips were quivering and he was taking in deep breaths. He could not believe what was occurring, what was happening to him; his adrenalin, mixed with my little coffee concoction had done its work. It essentially removed all resistance and will power. He was bigger and tougher than me, but it didn't matter. He was quickly becoming submissive and passive; momentarily defiant internally but unable to effectively react.

His lips still quivering and his tense body clenching the chair arms, the look on his face went from defiant shock to tense acquiescence. He slowly raised his head to look at me. I still stood in front of him looking down on him, stone-faced, unmoving, without any emotion or expression showing and gazing with a bullet stare as our eyes met. When they did, he quickly looked down again and swallowed hard. In a cold-blooded tone I spoke to him "You're gonna suck your toes like I told you to, aren't you! -- it was an absolute statement, not a question. Again, he looked up at me and then quickly back down, panicking at what to do until finally giving his humiliating response of short quick nods of his head with clenched teeth and lips still quivering.

"I didn't hear that" I tersely said. He was grinding his teeth and then quietly offered "yes!" I immediately shot back " YES, WHAT ?!" His whole body tensed as he fought back any weak-seeming expression as he again reverted to his police training mode to answer. "YES, I will suck my toes like you told me to.....SIR !" I barely cracked a triumphal crooked smile and nod in agreement and went on. "Yes, you will....yes, you're going to suck your toes clean for me just like I told you....BUT, first things first. At that, he shot a look up at me and I calmly said "Gimme your hand" and I pointed to his still gloved left hand resting on the chair arm. He hesitated and I cocked my arm again feigning another slap to which he instantly reacted by instinctively flinching his head. I stopped; he took a deep breath now looking back down and slowly lifted his left hand toward me. I dropped the one glove which I had been holding onto the chair, grabbed his wrist and aggressively began pulling the glove by each finger until it was completely removed. I put it up to my nose, smelled the warm soft leather and the stud sweat lingering inside and made one slow lick of the surface with my tongue. I then pulled it onto my left hand and glared with a malevolent smile at this broken cop now slumped below me as I picked up his other glove and pulled it over my right hand, clenching my fist in the process. They didn't fit as tightly as on him...he was much bigger and more muscular; but that would soon be remedied.

Finished with that, I extended my hand and snapped my fingers to which he looked back up at me and I pointed to his still booted right foot and motioned with my hand to raise it. He lowered his head again with a look of pain and resignation and raised his leg toward me. I immediately grabbed the spit-shined boot with my cop-gloved hands and pulled and tugged at the boot until it was completely yanked off... and I was not gentle about it. When he was completely de-booted I set the boot on the floor next to me and then picked up his remaining boot with the $20 bills inside that was laying on his lap, removed the cash, and placed it next to the first. I then went for the sweaty socks, yanking the remaining one off and placing each inside its respective boot.

This stud, with head bowed low, was now completely submissive. Without any warning, I shot out my left arm, grabbed him by his hair and yanked him forward toward me. He winced as I held his head still. I took hold and removed his mirror sunglasses with my right hand and then violently shoved his head back onto the chair back. He gasped and sharply grunted at so sudden and aggressive move. While he was reacting, I stood upright and without any expression I calmly raised the cop's sunglasses and put them on. I then reached over to the side table, picked up his police helmet, slipped it over my own head and secured the straps under my chin. I stood quietly for a few seconds and then began to undress myself, quickly removing my leather work apron, olive green work clothes, shoes, socks and everything else I was was wearing.

The cop sat there wide-eyed, still in shock at the whole episode, completely taken aback at what was happening. Now working quickly with absolute confidence, my own bravado and no hesitancy whatsoever; I walked around the chair to the back, bent over the reclining man, reached for the gun belt and unbuckled it before I tackled the motorcycle jacket belt; unbuckled it, took hold of the front zipper, loudly unzipped the jacket, forcefully opened it and pulled it apart. I took hold of his hair again, pulled his head forward a little, placed my hand against the back of his head and shoved it and his whole upper body forward where I then aggressively pulled his jacket over his shoulders and off his arms until it was completely removed after which I dropped the heavy leather jacket onto the side table. Not slowing the pace, his shirt was next. Repeating the process with the buttons, the shirt and undershirt were removed in less than a minute. Finished with the shirts, I again grabbed his hair and sharply yanked his head back onto the chair back which musta pained some.

I walked around to the front of the chair, leaned over, completed removing the awkward gun belt, attachments and stays; then undid and unzipped his breeches, grabbed the sides and began his de-pantcing. The breeches were taut smooth over his lean tight muscled legs and bubble butt; but with a few yanks, they were peeled off quickly. Before I started on his underwear I reached over and put my hand over the large bulge hidden underneath and began to erotically fondle the stud's package. I glared into his still wide open eyes and smiled my most evil grin I could make and then slowly, sensually licked my lips. He was aghast at what I was doing, but offered no resistance whatever. However, it was having some additional effect...he was getting a hard-on. I chuckled and then continued with my business. I grabbed his briefs and pulled them off and set them on the pile of cop gear already removed, but not before bringing them up to my face and breathing in the sex and musky, sweaty cop smells of their former owner.
Without ever worrying or even considering how I might be manhandling this cop, I leaned forward and again pulling his head toward me, took hold of the dog tags around his neck, pulled them over his head, shoved his head back, stood back myself and then placed them over my own head and neck where they nicely laid flat against my own chest. Next, I took hold of his hand and stripped his expensive watch and academy ring from him and then replaced them on my own wrist and finger, fitting somewhat loosely. I stood there in the beginnings of my new cop gear, arms crossed against my chest and arrogantly surveyed the pathetic jock that sat stripped and buck naked in front of me. I took a deep breath and issued my orders to him. "All right cop turd, you're gonna start sucking your toes for me; you're gonna lick your toes--your feet clean, understand? and you're gonna keep at it until I'M satisfied and come back and tell you to stop, UNDERSTOOD ?" He took a shallow breath, slowly began reaching for a foot, made short quick nods of his head and pathetically whimpered "Yes Sir." As I watched, he contorted his jock body so he was able to grab his ankle and heel and then insert his big toe completely into his mouth, whereupon he began loudly sucking on it. Once he started, it almost became naturally easy for him to continue... licking and sucking his other toes, even doing several at once. I coldly said "That's better. I want them licked absolutely clean, spotless you hear! Not one speck of dirt...all the toe jam in between; the toenails too!" Satisfied that he understood and was obeying, I turned, picked up his boots and walked into an adjoining room closing the door behind me.

CHAPTER 4

The door closed, I backed against the wall and took several deep breaths. "I'm doing it, really finally doing it" I panted. "I've taken down this hot jock cop and he's all mine." After a few seconds breathing and my mind clearing, I realized that the big payoff was just moments away. I thought about the muscle stud out there; how I'd stripped him completely of every piece of authority and now it all belonged to me. I now controlled him... his mind. But, it wasn't enough. He was going to give me everything; he was going to give me his very self, his very essence. With that thought I sat on a chair, picked up one of his boots, brought it to my face and again inhaled his smell. I then examined inside the shaft opening and there it was. The markings said that they were size 11 1/2 D, custom-made, probably 19-20" shafts. I rubbed my face against the shiny squeaky leather and then slid my wet tongue along the entire boot -- from toe and heel to the top of the shaft of his......NO!....of MY....tall custom-made cop boots.
Recovering from my sinister, albeit erotic revery, I stood up -- my cock now incredibly hard and sticking straight out front -- picked up my boots, composed myself in the most domineering stance I could imagine, opened the door and walked back into the main room where my new cop slave was eagerly sucking and licking his other foot and he really seemed to be enjoying the whole exercise. His feet and toes were wet; he was actually drooling on them as he sucked. I put my cop boots down and stood there for a few minutes enjoying the whole wicked scene.

Now straddling his contorted form, I reached down, grabbed his hair and pulled his head up thereby stopping the whole sucking operation. He reluctantly stopped what he was doing and looked at me as his head was raised. Still grabbing his hair, I pulled him up and forward so that the recliner returned to its upright position and he stumbled forward onto the floor positioning himself on all fours. I then pulled him along the floor to a nearby padded table where I hoisted him up so that his back and bubble butt were leaning against the table edge. Once positioned I removed my cop gloves, sunglasses and helmet and set them aside. Picking up two green capsules from the table I shoved two fingers in his mouth pulling it open, popped one of the capsules inside and barked "SWALLOW IT !" which he obediently did. I swallowed the second one myself and while we waited for the vile ingredients to be absorbed into our bodies, I took time to survey our two forms.

I was only 5' 9 1/2" and weighed 147# and although I was not repulsive, "attractive" or "handsome" were not words that one used to describe me. I was not skinny or flabby but I'd never really been into heavy work outs or sports so my physique was pretty flat, not much muscular definition, just okay. I had a 30" waist and wore size 8 1/2 shoes. I had thin lips, weak chin, okay teeth, brown eyes, smooth-hairless body and very unruly sandy brown hair. Sexually, not much there, either; 5" cock hard, more dribbles and spurts than shootings. I'm pretty smart/intelligent, however, excelling in the sciences and aboriginal culture and rituals. That's where I learned all my concoction discoveries and figured out how to make my own combinations; all those travels and in-depth research adventures were now paying off. I also had this thing for boots, socks, leather, cops--real hard-core fetishes and I was a damn good boot black; in this I was one of the best.

My stud cop, however, was indeed a hunk, sorta Dean Cain type: probably 6'-6'1", weighed 180-185 all of it smooth sculpted muscle. He was not bulky (no overblown vein-popping muscles here), but lean, taut, smooth V-shape physique with lots of definition. Probably started out in baseball with long term swimming; then football (probably the quarterback, of course) and major wrestling (again, probably the captain) -- your typical jock life. He definitely understood proportion and it showed. He had beautiful thick dark hair; short hunk cut but long enough to grab hold of (as I just discovered). His skin and complexion (body and face) were flawless; smooth and sufficiently tanned for some color. His bedroom deep blue eyes with long eyelashes and pearly white and naturally straight teeth were, again, perfect. His smooth hairless torso was a classical statue's; squared protruding pecs, sculpted lats and envious six-pack abs. His hunk face with its strong jaw line and broad inviting smile exuded youthful masculine charisma and slightly naughty boyish charm. Sexually, he was most everyman's fairy godmother wish; probably 7 1/2" soft and 9 1/2-10" hard, cut, thick with large bull balls packaged in a large heavy low hanging sac. He didn't shoot, he erupted.

I was beginning to feel the effects of the capsule ingredients, so it was time, at last, to take my straight stud cop. I pressed against his body placing my hands around his neck, then lowered his head to meet mine, forcing my tongue between his voluptuous lips and began oral intercourse with our tongues. My mixture immediately aroused him sexually and his penis engorged with blood making it super hard. After some brief kissing and love making, I pulled away and guided his body down to my genitals. I then stepped forward offering my penis to him which he took into his mouth and began sucking like a pro. It was hard to believe that little more than 40 minutes ago, he entered as a straight, gay hating, stereotypical jock, stud motorcycle policeman... he would not be leaving the same. I enjoyed this immensely, but after a few minutes I pulled out, making sure my penis helmet was dripping wet with his spit. I pulled him up, knelt down myself and gave him the same service making sure that his penis helmet was also covered with my saliva, adding an extra shot of spit to his cockhead for good measure. I stood up, positioned our two cocks so the piss slits touched each other and pressed the slimy cockheads into each other until they seemed to connect, disappear, then fuse together into one continuous shaft. Continually pressing forward and getting shorter, the cock shafts were forced into each other till only our dangling ballsacs remained; but then they, too, retreated into our disappearing shaft until at last, we became Siamese twins, joined at the groin; no genitals showing at all.

Through all this, my stud cop stood wide-eyed staring at me and then down at our groins. We were both breathing heavily and extremely aroused. Now co-joined, we began to hump each other faster and faster, back and forth; each of us panting. I stared straight into his eyes and quietly, but firmly said "NOW, cop, you're going to give me EVERYTHING...everything you are....everything you have ever been. You are going to push yourself into me...totally...completely. With that he grabbed my buttocks, took a deep breath and grimaced as he thrust his groin forward, pushing from within as if he were giving birth. He did this over and over and with each tortured thrust he deposited part of himself into me . After only two or three thrusts I already began to feel myself changing, only general overall feelings at first, but then I could feel definite changes happening. I could sense that I was growing; my hands, my legs then my arms, hips were filling out, getting thicker, becoming more and more muscular. I then strangely sensed I was getting taller; I no longer had to look up at him, I was looking straight into his eyes. As I took deep breaths with each thrust, I felt my chest, torso, my whole upper body expanding until I could physically see my taut-skinned pecs protruding out, my new stud nipples twitching as I absorbed each of his deposits and felt my abs becoming rock hard. After only a few minutes I even knew my face was changing into his; I ran my tongue over my smooth white teeth, then licked my full voluptuous lips. He was now gasping for air, but he then tightened his grip on my now hard bubble butt; took one last deep breath, gritted his teeth and made one last thrust. As he was pushing, pushing, I could feel them moving...moving as if they were being pushed over some barrier; PUSHING.... STRAINING.... until at last, he pushed his genitals over that barrier into my body, sliding quietly into place. As he was forcing this last deposit over that unknown barrier, the macho cop let out a tortured scream and then gasped for more air as he tried to settle down.

Not waiting for him to recover, I tightened my hands on his butt, gritted my teeth and began thrusting into his groin, pushing hard to make my own deposits as quickly as I was able to. As I pushed from my gut, over and over, I could immediately see that his body was changing, shrinking. Since he was "empty" he was hungrily sucking in all that I was giving him. After only a minute or two, his physique looked like mine and his hair had already changed color to sandy brown. For a few seconds his face looked like putty as it reformed into a not-so-attractive version of his and mine combined. After another minute I took a deep breath and grabbed him tightly as I made my own final thrust and from deep within I pushed, pushed, and pushed until I my own genitals flowed up and over that same unknown barrier into his new body. I gasped for air and cradled our two forms in my arms, helping prop us both up.

Pausing for a few seconds, I then put my stud hands on his shoulders and we both looked down to our groins as I began pushing our new forms apart, now reversing the process. There was resistance and it was like our shafts were peeling apart as the single shaft first appeared and then stretched longer and longer. I could immediately see that I now possessed the cop's hard stud penis. Our ballsacs began to appear but still stuck to the shaft. A few more centimeters and they finally released, making a noise as they slapped against our thighs. The separation continued until only our cockheads were fused together. Slowly they continued peeling and then abruptly popped apart with a sound of Velcro being pulled apart. Both cocks were still rock hard and instead of falling, they bobbed up and down suspended in air viciously aimed at each other.
Now completely free of my victim, I used my right hand to lower him to his knees. I needed release and he was going to oblige me. Once he was down, I guided my thick 10" sex muscle into his mouth. He had never had this cop's penis before, so it was hard for him to take all of my new monster organ; but he worked at it, hungrily sucking it, pressing his tongue into the piss slit and licking the shaft all the while cradling my heavy ballsac in his hand and massaging my cop testicles with his fingers. I shuddered as I heaved my muscular hips back and forth, straining to hold back the rumbling avalanche of passion that was building inside me. This was new for me and I was savoring every nuance of feeling, every second of this perverse act. He released the throbbing cock and tried to suck my big cop balls into his mouth, finally getting each one into each of his cheeks. He tickled them with his tongue and carefully massaged them with his cheek muscles. That did it! I eased him away from my pulsating balls with my hands and positioned my sex organ in front of his open mouth where upon he stuck out his tongue and tickled the twitching cockhead. He steadied and aimed it with his hand as I cocked my head back and looked upward as my thoughts faded.
All this time, he had been masturbating his small dick and was ready to release as well. Suddenly, up from my shaking feet and down from my head the pent up passion swelled and exploded from my throbbing organ. Massive rope after rope of thick cop cum shot into his mouth; he had to not just swallow, but gulp down my man sperm so as to not choke on it or lose it dribbling out of his mouth, I erupted over and over again. I know I shot at least nine big full loads and several smaller ones; I lost count after nine. He then grabbed the backs of my thighs, took my tool into his mouth and held tight; as the storm eased, slowly and reluctantly, he sucked his way back to the head. He pulled hard milking the last drops out, not wanting to let a single drop get away. I looked down at him finishing his own orgasm, of sorts. Little spurts of cum came out of his little cockhead onto his hand and then dripped onto the floor.

CHAPTER 5
As the last bit of my stud semen was sucked out, my mind quietly exploded like noiseless bursts of fireworks. New images, thoughts, knowledge, memories flooded my mind. I stood there, almost in a trance, as my mind, my consciousness sensed something new. It was my new identity. I now became him. Every thought, every feeling, everything learned, every memory, every skill -- everything he had ever been, I now was. All of it combined with me -- both together - two in one - one tempered by the other. With this revelation, I looked at him and realized he was going through the same process. But if I was right...if my plan with all my herbs, DNA infused ingredients worked; then he retained nothing of his former self. All he had was what I transferred to him and that was only what I wanted and allowed him to be.

I held his head in both hands, looked right into his eyes and asked "Who are you ?" He stared back, thought for a few seconds and replied "My name is Arnold Botkins. I work here as a boot black and shoe repairman."

"Anything else?"

He again thought for a few seconds and added "I live here and work for you; I am your slave."

I smiled and stated. "That's right. You run this operation for me. I prepare the mixtures and you obediently carry out my plans. You are absolutely obedient and loyal to me. You serve and service me without question, my every wish and desire, isn't that right?

He smiled back up at me and unequivocally stated "YES SIR!"

With that I picked up the helmet with my gloves and sunglasses inside and again grabbed his hair and guided him over to a used mattress set to the side and slightly behind the leather recliner and side table. I deposited him there and when he looked up I said "Now, start sucking those feet again." He repositioned himself, grabbed a foot and extended his tongue and began licking and cleaning in between his new toes.

Satisfied with his enthusiasm and that he was positioned to clearly watch my every move, I began my final transformation. I reached out to my cop gear and picked up my underwear -- my briefs -- and brought them up to my nose; breathed in and immediately recognized my own cop smells. It was erotic and I quivered at the thoughts. I then stooped down, raised each muscled leg and stepped into them, drawing them up around my waist, snapping the waist band as they settled in place. This created a big bulge as the fabric stretched over my sex organs. Hearing the snap, he looked up as he was sucking a big toe and I returned a very arrogant smile. Now, he intently watched me as I continued.

I slipped the tee shirt over my broad shoulders and pulled it down tight over the ripples of my taut six-pack. I slipped my strong arms through the long sleeves of the regulation shirt and shivered as it made a noise as it slid across my back; then completed buttoning the front. Stepping into the form-fitting breeches, I pulled them up over my long, lean, tight and sinewy legs. All that competition swimming paid off. I tucked in the shirt tails and zipped up the fly which pulled the fabric close around my hard jock bubble butt. He momentarily stopped sucking again as I flashed a pearly-white smile to him as I caressed my firm buttocks, sensually ran the side of my fingers up the butt crack and said "Bet you'd just love to have a cop butt like mine, huh?" His salacious response was priceless.

I returned to the pile, picked up the heavy tooled leather gun belt and settled it around my waist as I secured the stays and buckled it it place. I pulled out my service weapon, checked it out and replaced it. Next, I took my heavy black leather police motorcycle jacket in both hands and made one long wet lick of the leather along the front metal zipper from the bottom up to the lapels; then moved over and did the same to my metal police badge pinned to the heavy leather. I slipped an arm into one sleeve as I threw the jacket around my shoulders and then pushed my other arm into the second sleeve as it came around. Again he stopped licking, even drooled slightly as he just stared at this whole operation as if it was something familiar to him. Pulling the two bottom ends together, I notched the zipper, noisily pulled the zipper up and cinched up the buckle tight around my jock waist. I pulled at the bottom edge making sure that my jacket fit comfortably. I reached for the mirror sunglasses and put them on. Then, before proceeding further, I attended to my watch and police academy ring and as I adjusted the ring to look right, I paused and managed a twisted, larcenous, perverse, teeth-gritting smile. I picked up my leather cop gloves and slipped each one over my strong hands. They were skin tight and they felt good... wickedly good.

CHAPTER 6

Almost completely dressed, my thighs contracted and tensed as I stood there legs apart, staring down at him. God, it felt macho to be in uniform again. He glanced up while running his front teeth inside the big toe nail trying to scrape out the crud embedded there. I nodded and said "That's enough for now. Get over here and finish the job you started earlier. I've been standing barefoot on this crappy floor and my feet are dirty." With that he got up and shadowed me as I turned around and took a few steps to the chair front; reoriented myself and sat down and pushed it back into its full reclining position. As I settled in, I reacted, as I was really turned on by my leather cop jacket rubbing and squeaking against the leather backing and he immediately lowered his mouth over my long big toe and began sucking it.
While he did this I unzipped my breeches, shoved my hand in and laboriously pulled out my cop dick which was getting pretty hard and I began to stroke it. By now he was a real expert and proceeded to lick my toes and feet clean like a real pro; especially the bottoms. I chuckled quietly as I looked at him (while still fondling my stud cock) and thought..."Not so snotty now, are you?...not quite so macho. You ain't a cop anymore; you ain't a stud; you ain't a jock... you ain't even much of a man; just a pathetic wimpy slave. But, you'll be a good slave and serve me very nicely." Satisfied, I grunted and jutted out my chin pointing to my boots. "OK, buddy, now the socks."

He turned slightly, reached into my boots and pulled out the two still slightly damp sheer black socks. First he put them up to his nose, took a deep breath and then put the toe points into his mouth; trying to suck out any remaining sweat. After a few seconds of this he took one, spread the top and slid it over my toes and then up the ankle and lower leg. He tightened and smoothed it up, adjusting it under the hem of my breeches as before. He did the same with the second sock. Finished, he looked at me waiting for some sign of approval while I seemed to be inspecting the completed job. I nodded and forced the chair upright so I could reach out for my tall cop boots and repositioned them directly in front of me. I took the left one by the shaft top in both hands, raised my big foot and while raising the boot upward, I inserted it into the opening and began sliding it up into the vamp. It was a tight, but perfect fit; and once it was in tight, it felt good...real good. I grabbed the second boot and did the same after which I stood, settled my stud feet in them, and sported the biggest macho shit-ass grin that I could muster at him, thinking -- "Hey, cop turd -- you like my tall shiny cop boots? You'd just love to hump 'em, wouldn't you?"

I sat down, reclined back in the chair, and pointed to my rock hard cop dick that was sticking straight up and pulsating furiously. He seemed to know instinctively what I wanted done so he stood, leaned over and lowered his mouth onto my sex tool, sucking and licking until I arched my crotch upwards and shot my loads. He swallowed most of it, but kept some in reserve as he milked it dry. Finished, he pulled his head back to the boots and then drooled some of my thick sticky cop cream onto my boots smearing it over the leather with his fingers. He continued rubbing my cum into the leather until it was almost dry. He then picked up the brush and polishing rag and polished my boots to an even shinier surface than before. They were like black mirrors; even the few wrinkles and creases were hardly noticeable. He set his tools aside, stood up, leaned forward, took my now flaccid dick in hand and proceeded to lick the last few milky drops of cop cum from my piss slit. He carefully resettled my dick and balls back in my breeches, pulled the zipper up and stepped back. I looked at him, smirked and thought "Yeah, this guy's a natural. Two hours ago when he walked in, he was the straight cocky jock cop...he used to be me. But, now I'm the cop...I'm him and he's my totally queer slave. He intuitively knows how to serve a macho booted motorcycle cop like me. I got plans and he's gonna help me carry them out."

I got out of the chair, grabbed my cop helmet and headed for the door. "Okay, buddy....time I got back to the precinct station and log out. Just a few pieces of paperwork to complete and then back home for the night. You'll be here and take care of the place. Remember, there are just a couple customer orders due tomorrow, so get to them tonight. If another cop comes in, you know what to do. Just call me on my cell and I'll come back to deal with him." He replied "Yes, Sir" and nodded as if he already knew what I was talking about. I stopped in front of the wall mirror to check everything out. I looked down at my gorgeous cop boots, wiggled my toes inside, rubbed the bulge in my crotch, and restyled my thick dark hair till I was satisfied. I rubbed my gloved fingers over my shiny white teeth, adjusted my mirror sunglasses, slipped the cop helmet over my head (it was a perfect fit) and continued... as I secured the straps. "Now... I gotta find myself a lover, yeah.... another cop. And I know exactly who....Officer Russell Sackler -- straight shooting, by-the-book, ladies man, tall ex-marine, decorated motorcycle cop. We're friends, though not real close... AND TOMORROW, we're partnering on patrol. I rubbed my bulge again. I'm sure I can talk him into coming by with me to take advantage of your free boot polishing offer. He'd never pass up a deal like that and loves a great cup of coffee, especially if it's free. Once here, I can take control of him and turn him into my bottom lover." With that, I took one last look at my reflection and said "DAMN ! I am one stud cop, and as always...I am looking GOOD !"

I stomped out the door, swung my leg over my hot motorcycle, started it up and roared down the driveway to the main road and back to the station. All in all, this had been a pretty good day.

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