Dr. Davis Dr. Davis sat at his desk in his high rise offic..

Dr. Davis Dr. Davis sat at his desk in his high rise office building, reading the report sent to him by Admiral Seitz. The cover of the report was labeled in large red lettering Confidential. Davis smiled as he read that the elite Seal Team Alpha had been lost in a raid in the Middle East. All men of the platoon were captured or killed. As expected the US government and military brass denied any acknowledgement of the mission. The doctor put down the report, he knew exactly what happened to them. The failed mission was just a cover for the true fate of the men of the elite force. They were very much alive. He had sold them to various masters and brothels throughout the world and they each fetched a very high price. The privilege of owning such prime warriors was high. Cody live comfortably as a sex slave to an Russian oligarch in Moscow, while Mitch live in a large male harem belonging to a Middle Eastern prince. Hunter and Blazen were the happiest they ever were, working in a Singapore male brothel. The admiral was very helpful in establishing the doctor’s work of fiction and providing him with a constant stream of new recruits. In return, the Doctor enslaved the admiral’s assistant for him, a sexy boy which the admiral said reminded him of his own sons. The private gladly and mindlessly took on his new duties of sucking off and getting fucked by the admiral daily. The phone console beeped, breaking the doctor’s mental recounation of his recent conquests. The older man pressed the speaker button on the phone, “yes, Martin.” “Doctor, there is a police officer here, asking to speak with you,” the male receptionist sounds nervous. Martin only graduated from college a few months before as a standout wrestler. He was a beauty, but not very bright. When the younger man applied for Davis’s assistant position, the doctor couldn’t resist enslaving the beautiful jock. It was many nights after work that the doctor enjoyed the pleasures of Martin’s tight bubble ass. “I see,” the doctor opened the cabinet behind his desk and activated a monitor to the outer office. He was very pleased when he saw the muscular cop in the front office. “Offer the dear police officer a glass of water. One of my special waters. Tell him I will be with him soon.” “Yes, da, I mean sir,” Martin hung up the phone. The doctor was pleased as he watched on the monitor as Martin offered the tall police officer a bottle of water and the cop accepted. The doctor waited for the police officer to finish the water, before calling Martin to tell him to send the man in. The police officer was more muscular in person than the camera showed. He stood 6’4 and his clothes and bulletproof utility vest hugged his powerful body. Even while standing the police officer’s grey pants were tight around the thick thighs, and displayed a nice full package in the crotch. The doctor immediately thought to himself how those legs would look in the air and wrapped around his waist. The cop’s short sleeves of his t-shirt were stretched tight around massive biceps. The police officer was definitely of Mediterranean ancestry with his flawless olive skin and dark hair and eyes. He looked rugged and masculine with his permanent five o’clock shadow but the doctor thought the mustache made him look like a porn star instead of a law enforcement agent. “How can I help you Officer,” Dr. Davis walked up to the taller man with his hand outstretched. He twisted the ring between his fingers as he gripped the police officer’s strong hand. The doctor had improved the ring injection system with the thanks of the admiral. Now the victim couldn’t even feel the prick. The police officer didn’t even flinch as another dose of the doctor’s mind control drug was injected into him. “I’m Derek Spiros. I’m here on my own, investigating the disappearance of my sister Cindy.” “Oh, the poor girl. I heard she and her husband are missing,” the doctor acted concerned as he motioned for Derek to sit on the couch by the window. The police officer’s legs were even bigger when he sat, with an impressive man spread. “How can I help you in finding her,” the doctor sat on his leather chair beside the couch. “You can start by telling me the truth,” Derek was planning on sounding more threatening but he suddenly felt very mellow. Derek was a member of the city swat team and on purpose wore his uniform and gun to intimidate the older man. He has that effect on a lot of people. “Oh I don’t know what you mean, Officer,” Dr. Davis tried not to smile. His eyes were openly checking out Derek’s strong, sexy body. “You lived beside my sister and her husband for six months before both of them ended up missing. The neighborhood is nice but from the look of your office, I would say it is far below what you are used to. I also know Cindy was seeing someone, a neighbor. I loved my sister but she was known to be a slut,” Derek suddenly felt thirsty and his bulletproof vest felt restrictive against his muscular chest. “You like some water,” the Doctor motioned toward the water pitcher on the coffee table. “Thank you,” Derek poured himself a glass of water. He didn’t know why he was thanking the man he thought had something to do with his sister’s disappearance. That wasn’t what he was planning to do. He was supposed to be the bad cop. “You don’t think I have anything to do with your sister’s disappearance do you,” the doctor acted shocked. “I don’t know what to think,” Derek wiped his forehead. “What about Mitch, her husband,” the doctor smiled. “He disappeared too. I tried to get that admiral in charge of the base to give me some explanation but he gave me the run around. Just gave me a brunch of national security bs.” Davis noticed the drugs are working very well on the cop. The muscular younger man looked confused and unfocused, while the bulge in the grey pants was growing hard. “I truly want to help you Derek. I know you have so much weight of stress on you. You always have to be in control and in charge with your job, now you have to take care of your family and sister. The burden is so heavy and is weighing you down,” the doctor lowered his voice, speaking calmly. Derek found it harder to think as his mind grew open to the doctor’s relaxing words. “It feels so good to just give up control to someone else. Let him do the thinking for you for once. To lift the burden and take care of you. That’s it, just relax your mind, open it,” the doctor moved closer. “I, I can’t, I have to think,” Derek tried to protest. “Ssshh, just breathe in and out. You trust me completely. It feels so good to trust and obey me. The more you obey the more sexually aroused you become,” the doctor placed his hand on the officer’s massive right thigh. He could feel the hard muscles under the tight pants. “I’m, I not gay. I’m straight,” Derek was so confused. It got harder and harder to think as the doctor kept up his bombardment of his drugged mind. “My touch feels so good, doesn’t it,” the doctor hand reached Derek’s hard packed crotch. Derek threw his head back and leaned back on the couch, and moaned. The doctor ran his hands over and traced the police officer’s large heavy balls and cock through the tight pants. He could make out Derek’s cock head through the material of his pants. Drool started to run from Derek’s mouth, down his stubbed chin. “Please,” he moaned. “Derek, hand me your gun,” the doctor stroked the full balls. “I, I can’t,” Derek tried to protest. “You trust me completely, don’t you,” the doctor continued to stroke and trace the hardened cock. “I, I. . . God it feeelll so good,” Derek moaned. He pulled the gun from his hostal and handed it to the doctor. “Good, Officer,” The doctor started to stroke the gun against the cop’s bulging crotch. “Yes, sir, please, sir,” Derek’s mind was in turmoil, he was so horny and it was so hard to think. It feels so good just to surrender. The hard metal of the gun against this bulging crotch was turning him on so much. The doctor worked the gun down under his balls and stroked the cop’s hidden hole through the pants. Then back up to the crotch. “Derek, take off your pants,” the doctor toyed with the cop’s cut cock head through the pants. Derek moved his hands and unzipped his pants. He lifted his thick hips off the couch and pulled them down his muscle packed, hairy legs, and over his boots. He wore only a jockstrap under his pants. His cock was so hard that his cut cockhead was poking out of the side of the pouch and his full balls were stretching the material. The doctor stood up and unzipped his pants. Derek stared up as the doctor pulled out his thick cock, “Derek, my cock is now your life. You want and need to service it. There is nothing more arousing than having your ass fucked by it. You will feel only pleasure as I fuck you.” Derek couldn’t take his eyes off the doctor’s cock. “Lift up your legs to your head and show me your cop pussy, Officer.” Derek lifted his powerful legs into the air and grabbed his thick calves. He brought his knees toward his shoulders to reveal his tight hole. Derek was breathing heavily as the doctor moved between his legs. “Relax,” the doctor pressed his cock against the tight hole and pushed in. With his eyes locked on the doctor’s Derek felt unbelievable pleasure as the doctor pushed deeper into him. “Fffuck,” Derek moaned. The doctor started to move in and out of the tight hole, plowing against the police officer’s virgin prostate. As the doctor ease out, Derek’s anal muscles gripped and pulled his new master back in. “That’s it. It feels so good. When you cum you will be my willing slave. You live to serve and obey me,” the doctor rammed hard in and out of the prime muscle ass. “Yes, master, please let me cum.”