“Oh, officers, I'm so glad you are here. Come in,” the olde..

“Oh, officers, I'm so glad you are here. Come in,” the older man answered the door to his office. “Doctor Sloan,” the taller officer asked as he stepped into the lavish furnished office. “you reported a break in?” The two handsome police officers followed the doctor into his office. The office didn’t appear to be ransacked but a wall safe was opened and left empty. “Yes, my research documents are missing,” the older man was visibly upset. “Can you tell us when you notice they are gone,” the younger police officer, with the name badge of Torres, asked as he pulled out a notepad from his vest pocket. The doctor couldn’t help but notice the large muscular arms with the detailed tattoos stretched over the olive colored skin. “Yes, I was having dinner with a client and afterwards stopped off here at the office to retrieve my briefcase when I noticed the safe was opened and my research files were gone.” The doctor watched the taller officer, who’s name badge read Martinez, walked around the office. He admired how the uniform pants proudly hugged the officer’s long powerful legs and nice round ass. The doctor turned his large ring on his hand. “What kind of research are you conducting,” Martinez asked as he inspected the safe. “Mind control,” the doctor replied. “Mind control,” Torres repleted. “Oh, yes. Like this,” he quickly reached out, squeezed the back of Torres’ muscular neck, injecting a small needle from his ring into the thick cords of muscles. Torres instantly became immobile. His handsome head fell forward on his heavy bulletproof vest and his muscular arms hung limply at his sides. “Well, I don’t see any sign of a break . . .” Martinez was unaware what was happening behind him. He turned and saw his partner immobile “What the . . .” Before he could react, the doctor grabbed the back of his neck and injected him as well, completely entrancing the muscular police officer. “Excellent, it worked a lot better than I had hoped,” the doctor freely walked around both helpless police officers. “Officers, can you both hear me?” “Yes, sir,” their voices were deep but emotionless as they replied. The doctor marveled at the thickness of both police officers’ arms. Torres’ arms were tattooed while Martinez’s was not, but both were equally strong and defined. He wondered if they workout together, pushing each other to be bigger and stronger. “You both will obey me completely. The more you obey the more blissfully submissive and aroused you become. It feels so good to do as I tell you. Do you understand,” the doctor ran his hands over each police officer's bare arms. “Yes, sir. Feel good to obey,” the two police officers each responded. “Good, you will tell me the truth. Have either of you had sex with other men,” the doctor moved his hands to each officer’s thick neck. “Yes, sir,” both police officers surprised the doctor with their answer. “Really,” the Doctor stepped back. “Yes sir, we sometimes had let gay men out of tickets if they give us a blow job,” Martinez answered. “Yes, fags give good blow jobs,” Torres added. “Have you ever returned the favor,” he moved his hands down Torres v shape back. Both answered in unison, “no, sir, we are straight.” “I see. Officer Torres and Martinez, give me your guns and cell phones. When you do so you will fall more blissfully submissive and obedient to me. Serving and obeying me is your only desire.” The two police officers paused at first when they were told to hand over their guns. All of their training told them never to give up their service weapon. However, they eventually obediently handed over their guns. “Yes, master,” they both responded in unison. “Very good,” he took their weapons and cell phones from their outstretched hands. “Now, I want you two to turn to face each other and make out. Kiss each other as if you both are deeply in love. The only person you love more than each other is your master,” the Doctor sat on the edge of his desk. The two masculine police officers turned to face each other and began to make out. They grabbed and groped each other’s muscular arms as their tongues parted each other’s lips and probed their mouths. Martinez groaned deeply into Torres’s mouth as he reached down and grabbed the shorter officer’s plump bubble ass in the fitted uniform pants. Torres in return grabbed the back of the taller officer’s head pulling him deeper into the kiss. The two masculine men were groaning and moaning as their crotches grew harder in their uniforms. Meanwhile the doctor was using their cell phones to record the two straight alpha cops making out. This would ensure their obedience if the programming doesn’t take hold. “Good officers, you can stop for now,” the doctor ordered and both police officers separated from each other. “You both look very athletic and competitive. Are you competitive with each other?” “Yes, sir,” both officers responded. “I bench heavier than Torres,” Martinez proudly added. “I squat more,” Torres boast. There is nothing easier than to manipulate competitive men’s egos. “Good, we are going to have a little competition. First, is to see which one of you would make the better stripper. You both have the looks to be one,” the doctor took in their hard bodies in their uniforms. “You would both dance and strip down to only your socks, boots, and gun belts. The sexist and hottest dancer will win.” “Yes, sir,” both masculine police officers responded. “Good,” the doctor turned on his sound system and music began to fill the room. “You can begin,” the doctor then sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. The two muscular younger men began to seductively move to the music as they began to unzip and remove their vests. The heavy bulletproof vests did nothing to diminish their muscular torsos that stretched the uniform shirts under them. Torres looked like he did it before as he moved his hips to the music. He kept his eyes on the doctor as he reached under his gun belt and unfastened the pants belt. Pulling the belt out of the loops he then saddled the doctor’s lap, putting the belt around the older man’s neck. He moved his hips back and forth to the music as the doctor reached up and ran his hands over the police officer’s muscular, shirt covered torso. When the doctor tried to unbutton the shirt, the teasing cop/stripper pulled away. He turned his wide back to the doctor and undid his pants. He then pulled them down over his plump bubble ass, bending over as he did so. His black briefs were tight around the perfectly modeled ass. Not to be outdone by his partner, Officer Martinez grabbed the sides of his uniform pants and pulled hard until they ripped down both sides. He then waved the remains of the ruined pants in the air and before tossing them. His cock was hard as it stretched the front of his white briefs. He spun around as he reached back and pulled his briefs deep between his tight, smooth buttocks, turning the briefs into a makeshift thong. The tall officer then danced over to the doctor and proceeded to give the older man a lap dance. He grinds his tight, firm ass against the doctor’s bulging crotch while removing his shirt. Martinez could only moan and continued to grind his ass as he felt the doctor’s hard, covered cock poking between his muscular cheeks. Both officers had strong, well developed legs, with chisel defined quads and wide hamstrings. Meanwhile, Torres was still moving to the music as he slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt and peeled it down his thick arms. He then gripped the neck hole of the pure white t-shirt and pulled, ripping it with all his might. His bare torso was exquisite, with large smooth, round pecs, with huge nipples. The tattoos that ran up each thick arm continued across his pecs, forming a swooping eagle. His entire chest and chisel 6 pack was smooth, with deep v cut lines heading into his tiny black briefs. Martinez pulled his shirt open as he wrigged his incredible muscular ass and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chest was leaner than Torres’s but with hard firm nipples. A tattoo of an eagle, inside a laurel wreath, graced his left pec. A thin treasure trail ran from his outie belly button and disappeared into his briefs. The doctor reached his hands around the police officer and cupped his large firm pecs. Martinez threw his head back and continued to grind his ass on the doctor’s crotch, as the older man kissed the middle of his wide back up to his thick neck and mountainous shoulders. Torres turned his back to the doctor then hooked his thumbs under his gun belt and inside his briefs and pulled the briefs down. He bent all the way forward as he pulled them down to his ankles, exposing his smooth tan ass, and the tiny tight manpussy that laid buried between his plump ass cheeks. He then turned to displayed his fat hard cock. He looked so sexy in just his gun belt and boots. The doctor pushed on the middle of Martinez’s back, pushing the police officer toward the ground. Martinez’s long legs wrapped around the chair as he supported himself with his muscular arms on the carpeted floor. The doctor smiled as watched Martinez move his ass up and down in front of him, wriggling it. He laughed as he then slapped each smooth ass cheek. Martinez was moaning loudly as he was being spanked. With the police officer bracing himself on the floor and his ass in the air, the doctor grabbed the cop’s briefs and pulled at them. The cotton briefs finally gave way as he ripped them off the police officer's ass. Martinez’s ass was as sculpted as Torres’s but pale white to Torres’s tan ass. A light, dusting of hair laid between the deep valley of his ass cheeks. After another hard slap from the doctor, Martinez stood up and discarded the ruined briefs. His cock wasn’t as fat as Torres’s but was still impressive and hard. The two police officers were going to serve him well.