"I don't care who is behind it. I do care about you. I won't give you up because some anonymous person doesn't want you to see me anymore. If my family doesn't approve, then they will have to deal with it. I'm just as entitled as anyone else to happiness when I've found it," Andy said with a determined set to his mouth.
"That's the man I fell in love with, and the man I love," I said with a smile. "I won't roll over for any cowardly thugs who have to hide behind masks when they know they are breaking the law. I am profoundly happy that you decided to stay. I know it won't be easy, but Andy, as a gay couple we knew that this might happen. I'm with you all the way," I smiled at Andy and he smiled back. The tension in his face had faded.
"Now that we've dealt with that issue, how about answering my original question?" I prompted him.
"Yeah, about that, well, it's kind of strange," Andy answered hesitantly. "I think that because my relationship with my dad isn't as good as it could be, I've been looking for a surrogate. I've been looking for approval and acceptance from other men in my life, my sergeant and my watch commander, amongst others. I've been pushing myself to be the best cop I can be, so that I'd get approval from them. But now there's you...." Andy let his thoughts trail off as if he wasn't sure it was a good idea to continue.
"Continue, please, dear heart. How do I fit into all of this?" I asked him. An idea was forming in my mind, but I wanted to hear it from Andy. It had to be his thoughts and ideas, not my suggestions.
"You accepted me first as a big strong RCMP constable that you could hypnotize and control. Part of me enjoyed that. As time went on, you showed me how much you trust and love me. Each time you trance me, it became easier for me to go down for you. I enjoyed it more and more. In the past few months I've seen you do such wonderful caring things that I thought my heart would burst at how much I found myself loving you and caring about you. You seemed to grow stronger and more powerful in my eyes, the more I saw you reach out and care about your friends. When you helped Jack and Steve with their relationship problem, that's when I knew I wanted to be yours as much as I could. The time in Las Vegas when you hypnotized those three policemen and helped them, my respect and love for you grew greatly that day. Damn...this isn't coming out the way I wanted it to." Andy looked away as he tried to get his thoughts and emotions under control again.
"You're doing fine, dear heart," I encouraged him. "Take it slow. Go at your own pace." Andy was doing his best to try to put into words something that was difficult for him.
"I guess, now, I know, that what I am trying to say is that I want you to take care of me the same way as you have all these other guys," Andy said.
'You mean I haven't been doing that? I haven't been showing you how I feel about you?" I asked perplexed.
"You have, but I want more. I want you to be proud of me, of who I am and what I do. I want to make you proud of me." Andy answered, looking directly into my eyes. He gulped once as he kept eye contact with me. Clearly he was nervous, maybe even scared after having been so blunt with me.
"Andy, I already am. You make me proud every time you head off to work. A cop's job is filled with danger and thanklessness. You face that every day with a smile on your face, courage in your soul and compassion in your heart. How could I not be proud of you?" I looked at Andy, a half smile on my lips.
"I understand that, but it's not enough," Andy blurted out.
"Your father has never told you that he is proud of you, nor has your mother." I said. "They don't agree with what you are doing with your life, and have been holding back their praise. They only give you their approval when you do what they want."
"How did you know?" Andy asked me, with a surprised look etched on his face.
"It's more common than you might think. Why they do that isn't important," I told him. "If I can be your Daddy and give you the fatherly praise and love that you are so hungry for, then it would be my honour to do so."
"You mean it?" Andy asked, daring to hope.
"Just between you and me yes. Alone like this, yes you can be a Daddy's boy", I told him. "It will change our relationship a bit as we both get used to this. But for right now, come sit by me Boy. Put your head on my lap and let me stroke your cheek."
'Yes, Daddy," Andy said as he stood up and walked over to stand next to me. He sat down on the sofa and positioned that big muscular frame of his so that he was curled up on the sofa with his head in my lap, looking for all the world like a little boy next to his daddy.
"You're a good boy. You're my good boy. I'm very proud of you, Andy. You're a good Daddy's boy." I said to him in soft soothing tones as I stroked the right side of his face with my left hand. Andy was lying on his left side curled up next to me, looking up at me. I was in heaven, yet again. Picture it, dear reader. A big strong powerful RCMP constable who could probably bench press a horse, is curled up on the sofa next to me, resting his head on my lap, like a good little boy. It doesn't get much better than this.
"Thank you, Daddy," Andy said with a soft sigh. A smile blossomed on his face as he lay there with his eyes closed.
I stroked Andy's face and muttered the occasional 'good boy' at him for the next half hour or so. I let my eyes caress his magnificent frame. I let my left hand move down Andy's torso and caressed his right buttocks. The resulting moan from Andy indicated a positive reaction to my efforts. I let both of my hands move about Andy's body, stroking it whenever and where ever the mood took me. Andy let out a few more moans, as he savoured my touch. I reached over and grabbed Andy's big fleshy firm right buttock and gave it good long hard squeeze.
"Oh yes, Daddy! I want to please you Daddy!" Andy cried out, uncurling his legs and stretching them out along the sofa.
"And you do, dear heart, just by being you. You make me proud, dear heart," I told him.
"Oh thank you, Daddy," Andy said in a near normal tone of voice.
"I'm getting hungry, Andy, how about you?" I asked him, as he lay there
Andy lifted his head and upper chest off of my lap, pushing himself up and away from me while spinning about on that sexy butt of his and bringing his legs down off of the sofa. In a second or two he was sitting next to me looking at me, a small shy smile on his lips. "Me too. What do you feel like?"
I grinned at Andy but didn't say anything. Andy blushed.
"You're not recovered enough for that. What do you want to eat?" Andy said when the blush had faded from his face.
"Son's choice," I said.
"Well then, Daddy, I'm going to make sloppy joes. It's simple fast and easy to reheat. I'll use the microwave to defrost the hamburger. It will take about 30 to 45 minutes to cook. Can you wait that long?" Andy asked me.
"Sure, if you let me help," I said standing up.
"I suppose you do have to start getting your strength back by doing things. Okay then, but pace yourself," Andy said with a stern look.
We headed out the kitchen. An hour and a half later we had finished dinner, and put the dishes to soak. We had taken our time eating. We talked for a while, mostly about how soon I would be heading back to work. The one topic we both seemed to be carefully avoiding was a discussion of who had arranged for my beating. I knew. Andy didn't. I intended to keep it that way.
"Come over here, Paul," Andy said as he stood by the wall in the living room.
After that good heavy supper, I didn't much feel like moving anywhere, but the tone of Andy's voice told me the effort would be worth it. I heaved myself up out of the dining room chair and wandered my way over to where Andy stood next to one of the living room walls.
"What's up, love?" I asked him.
"I need your help," Andy said. There was a glint in Andy's eye that told me he was up to something.
"Okay. What do you need?" I asked, knowing that I was walking into something, and not at all concerned. In the back of my mind was the thought that I had finally found a man that I could trust. I knew that I was safe with Andy. If he had a surprise in mind for me, it was something that I would enjoy. Andy would never put me in danger of any kind. I don't know if I can convey to you, dear reader, the profound peace such knowledge can bring. I only hope that someday, you too, can find such peace, and a man with whom you can share such peace.
"Face the wall, and put your hands up over your head!" Andy barked at me as he grabbed me roughly, spun me to face the wall and pushed me forward. I instinctively raised my hand and arms up in a protective gesture. The force of Andy's shove caused my hands to slide up the wall and off to either side.
"That's right, assume the position, perp, while I check you for concealed weapons," Andy barked at me. "You'd better have something concealed in those jeans of yours, boy," Andy said with a leer in his voice.
"Yes, sir!" I gasped in surprise as I started to realize what Andy had in mind, and it wasn't doing the dishes. Andy put his hands on my right ankle and started to move his hands up and down my right leg from my ankle to my knee and then back down again. My cock began to stiffen in anticipation of the delights that I knew were headed my way. I closed my eyes so that I could devote my full attention to Andy's wandering hands.
Up and down Andy's hands moved, exploring only that small portion of my right leg. After about a minute (which seemed more like ten minutes), Andy's hands moved up past my knee and all the way up my right leg to my right buttock. I shivered in delight when I felt Andy's big strong hands on my right buttock, moving around and around, reaching in between my legs and stroking the inside of my right thigh. (In case you were not aware of it, dear reader, that is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on a man's body.)
"Do you like this, perp?" Andy snarled. I could hear the warm undertones in his voice, though, so I wasn't the least bit concerned. I trusted Andy. He was doing a bit of roll playing, and I was more than happy to play along.
"Yes, sir," I said submissively. "You took me by surprise. I would never have tagged you as an undercover cop."
"How about this?" Andy asked., as he planted one hand on each of my buttocks and gave them each a big long hard squeeze.
"Uh....." I grunted, caught by surprise. The pleasure rolling into my mind overwhelmed me, momentarily. I couldn't have put together two words, much less answered a question.
Andy let go of my buttock about ten seconds later. His hands then started to explore my entire backside. Both buttocks and both legs. He ran his hands up and down my legs from the right ankle up to my crotch, and then over and down my left leg, to my left ankle. Then he reversed direction and traced the course back to my right ankle. Andy repeated his search pattern many times, so many that I quickly lost count. Frankly I didn't care much at that point. I was too happy to have his hands on my body and most especially my butt, to complain about anything.
The next thing I remembered was Andy whispering in my ear. He must have been standing behind me at the time. He asked me something along the lines of was I hard. When I grunted an affirmative, I felt his hands reach up in between my legs and start to grope the front of my jeans. It didn't take him long to confirm that I was indeed, carrying a concealed weapon in the front of my jeans. When he ran his fingers down the length of my cock, I thought I was going to cum, then and there, but I didn't. I just wiggled in sensual pleasure and let him take me higher.
"I was right, perp. You are carrying a concealed weapon. I will have to do something about that, won't I?" Andy taunted me.
"Yes, sir," I agreed. At that point, I would probably have agreed to darn near anything. I was so turned on that I couldn't think, much less think straight. (It seems that what they say is true. A man has enough blood in his body for his brain or his cock, but not both at the same time.)
"Turn around, perp, and lean up against the wall," Andy ordered.
"Yes, sir," I muttered. I had just enough blood in my brain to understand his order and carry it out. I slowly turned around and let my hand fall to my sides, as I leaned up against the living room wall.
"Keep your arms up and your hands where I can see them, perp!" Andy barked at me.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," I answered as I raised arms up and away from my sides.
"And look at me when I'm talking to you, perp!" Andy yelled at me.
My eyes popped open at the harsh tone of Andy's words. I blinked a couple of times to get him into focus. He was standing only a half a metre away from me, with a look of controlled lust on his face. I had never seen him look at me like that before. It wasn't at all frightening, though. Andy clearly wanted me. A quick glance down at the front of his jeans confirmed that fact. He was rock hard and his right hand was absently rubbing his engorged cock. The dark blue jeans made it difficult to determine just how fully erect he was, but the way his hand moved about was a pretty good indication.
"You want me, sir, don't you?" I asked.
"That's crazy, perp!" Andy objected strenuously.
"Your rock hard cock says otherwise, sir," I pointed out. "I think you want to see my splendid cock, my hypno cock." I taunted him.
"Hypno cock? That crap might work with other guys, but I'm a fully trained RCMP constable, That shit won't work on me!" Andy declared stubbornly.
(Me thinks he doth protest too much, don't you, dear reader?)
"Only one way to know for sure, Constable," I said as I moved my hands down towards the fly of my jeans. "Once you've seen my hypno cock, Constable, you'll understand, and you'll know what to do. " I reached down, unzipped my fly and had my fully erect member out of my jeans a few moments later. It was a relief to free my throbbing cock from its confinement. I groaned with pleasure.
"What...what are you doing, perp? I didn't tell you to move!" Andy barked at me. He was attempting to retain control of the situation, but he'd already lost it. I noticed that his right hand was rubbing his cock more vigorously as he spoke. Andy was really turned on with this role playing, and he was thoroughly enjoying the direction the scenario was heading.
Carefully I waved my fully erect and throbbing cock left and right as I spoke. "Military men, and cops make the best subjects, Constable. They are experienced at following orders, at submitting to authority, and being commanded by others. If you could look away, Constable, you would have by now. You want this hard cock. You want to feel it. You want to stroke it. You want your cock to be just as hard and happy as this cock appears to be. If not, you would have walked away by now. In fact, the more you try to turn and walk away, the harder your cock becomes."
"Put...put that thing away....now. I didn't tell you to take it out," Andy said but his voice lacked the authority it had a few moments ago. Andy gulped a few times. The look on his face was priceless. I could see the joy starting to blossom on it, as his right hand continued to fondle and stroke his fully erect penis that was still confined in his jeans. "Hypno cock?" he asked. He seemed confused by the concept.
"Yes, Constable, a hypno cock," I said as I gently moved my cock from left to right. "See how it moves? Isn't it delightful to look at, Constable? And that's all you want to do right now, is to look at my hypno cock, and continue to stroke your cock. Isn't that right, Constable?"
"Be....beautiful hypno cock....mmmmm......stoke it.....feels so good....to look and stroke," Andy said with several sighs between his words. He was surrendering wonderfully to the scenario. It made me feel harder as I saw that dreamy expression overtake his face. I didn't care if he was role playing right now or not. If he was really going into hypnosis, fine, but if not, that was fine too. His hand was moving up and down along the shaft of his cock, in smooth steady strokes. He took one step towards me and stood there swaying slightly. His gaze was locked on my slowly moving cock.
"Addressing you as Constable is respectful, and I do respect the RCMP, Constable, but it seems so stiff and hard and formal, don't you think?" I taunted Andy. I looked down at the front of his dark blue jeans. His cock looked to be fully erect, and pushing against his jeans in a most determined manner. I loved how it made his jeans look even tighter and more confining.
"Stiff and formal, yes sir," Andy replied absently.
He had not realized yet, that he'd just changed how he was addressing me. I was no longer a perp, I was 'sir'. "What's your first name, Constable?" I asked. Yeah, as if I didn't know, but I felt it necessary to play along with the scenario that Andy had started.
"Andy, sir," he answered, his eyes still tracking the left and right movements of my cock.
"Well, Andy, didn't it feel good to tell me your first name?" I asked him. I was fairly certain I knew what the answer was going to be.
"Yes sir, it did," Andy agreed.
"The hypno cock says to kneel in front of me, Andy. Kneel in front of me, and then you may touch it, carefully," I instructed him.
"Yes sir," Andy said as he walked a few paces towards me until he was standing directly in front of me, less than a foot away. (If I told you exactly how far away from me he was, dear reader, then you'd have a good idea of how big my fully erect cock can become. I must keep a few secrets, otherwise all mystery about me is gone.) "Kneel," Andy said softly as his knees began to buckle. He lowered himself down to his knees in a smooth graceful motion. His eyes seemed to glaze over has they locked on my fully erect penis. "So big and beautiful," Andy said dreamily. He liked what he saw.
I liked what I saw. Andy was kneeling in front of me, his right hand was reaching out towards my fully erect throbbing cock. Upon his face was an expression of desire and yearning. I realized that Andy was upon the brink of taking the next step in our gay relationship. Until now, he and I had never fondled and played with each other in a sexual manner. I felt my face grow hot and the blood surged through me. Desire filled me. I wanted to cry out 'Grab it, Andy! Go for it, Andy!', but I kept my mouth shut. Andy had to take this step on his own.
My body shuddered with pleasure as Andy stroked the tip of my throbbing cock, with the tip of his right index finger. "So hard. So beautiful, sir," Andy said in that soft sexy honey baritone voice of his.
"Ohhh...."I moaned softly as another shudder ran through my body. Andy stroked the head of my cock a few more times, moving slowly all around it. It was virgin territory, in more ways than one, and he was taking his time exploring. All I could do was stand there and take it like a man, as the shudders of pleasure continued to course through me, and moans of pleasure escaped my lips. It was a good thing I was leaning up against the living room wall. I needed the support.
Andy looked up at me after a few seconds. He smiled at me and nodded at me, in silent acknowledgement of the pleasure he was forcing upon me. (Okay, to be honest, Andy was not forcing this pleasure upon me. He was giving me this pleasure, and I was in no way fighting him.) Andy continue to stroke my hard cock as he inched his way closer to me on his knees. If I hadn't been so enthralled by his clever fingers, I would have found his approaching me on his knees to be a big turn on.
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