A Lesson In Respect: Part Two (Patreon)

Andy Haymaker hadn’t been looking to make a scene when he’d been barred entry from the club. Was it bullshit that the bouncer had let in the three girls Andy had been with and held him back? Absolutely. Unfortunately it wasn’t the first microaggression he had experienced as a consequence of being one of the few openly gay members of his local community. His conservative town was buried in the middle of a red state and anything that challenged the homogeneous status quo was immediately demonised. Dealing with the bouncer’s obvious homophobia had prompted Andy to experience a wave of righteousness and his voice had raised as a result. He hadn’t anticipated an onlooker calling the cops on him for “disturbing the peace” though. That was a much more unwelcome surprise.

From the moment he’d heard the rapidly approaching sirens and seen the flashing blue lights illuminating the night time darkness, Andy knew that things were only going to go from bad to worse. Sure enough it was only a matter of time before he found himself being pushed up against the wall by the meathead officer and then having handcuffs laced around his wrists. Andy of course hadn’t failed to notice that the cop was an incredibly attractive man, but his narrow-minded perspective of the world and his arrogant personality made him ugly in the younger man’s eyes. It was clear as day that the man was blind to his own privilege and would continue to live a sad bigoted life until somebody finally forced him to open his eyes, and Andy decided there was no better person to do that than him.

It wasn’t very often that Andy tapped into the magic that lingered deep within him. Several hundred years ago the Haymakers had been the leaders of a powerful coven of witches but as the generations passed their magic had weakened through lack of use and Andy had only ever learned a few basic spells. One of those was a body swapping spell that he’d used to great effect back in high school in order to scare off the quarterback from bullying some of the smaller kids. Back then Andy himself hadn’t been much of a victim, but he saw an opportunity to help the less fortunate and knew it was his duty to do something. The football captain had done a good job of quelling his clique’s reputation for bullying following that humiliating situation, fearing that he would have his body stolen by Andy for good and be left to live life as a scrawny gay nerd. Now, some six and a half years later, it was time to teach a pig-headed police officer the same lesson.

As infrequently as he’d used them, Andy knew that a side effect of using his powers was that both the caster and the subject would emerge in a state of arousal; it was just one of strange quirks of magic. Despite his actual sexual history (in his own body, at least) being a rather tame affair considering the shallow dating pool for gay men in his local area, Andy was a perpetually horny individual and no stranger to getting hard in the presence of a muscular man. Actually being that muscular man though was a whole other story! Andy achieved full mast almost instantly, and his new body was packing some serious heat, to speak colloquially. It had been torturous having to wait until he’d driven the police cruiser to a more secluded area before properly exploring the goodies he was working with, but unsurprisingly it was well worth the wait. Taking that hard length in his hand for the first time was a joyous experience and within moments he had it slick with pre-cum as he brought himself towards a quick and incredibly satisfying climax, all while ignoring the pathetic pleas for him to stop that were coming from the back seat. Just like the quarterback all those years ago, the “alpha” personality of the arrogant cop had vanished in an instant.

After goading the other man into calling him by his name, it wasn’t long before Andy hit the point of no return and came hard and fast over his hand and chest. That was something he had discovered back during the swap with the quarterback: Andy had a kink for forcing guys to surrender their identity to him. Something about hearing the other forced to use his own name to try and get Andy to cut out his salacious conduct - “Officer Messer, please stop!” - prompted a euphoric sensation to flush through the body Andy was currently in ownership of. You know what it is, he told himself with the briefest hint of admonishment: you like having power over other guys just as much as he does. The difference was, Andy didn’t abuse that power. Well, he didn’t with most people, but he could bend his own rules to have a little fun with Officer Joseph Messer. The pig deserved to be brought down to size!

Once he had cleaned himself up and returned to Earth from his incredible high, Andy took great pleasure in explaining to the other man what his intentions were. The real Joseph Messer had already become a snivelling wreck after just ten minutes out of his body, how bad would he be after being trapped with the body and mindset of a young gay man for several weeks? Andy was excited to find out, but his next method of humiliating the former officer was much more straightforward and a very fitting revenge, considering it had been what Joseph planned for him. He’d never personally ended up in the ‘drunk tank’ before but he’d heard about the sorts of folks who did, and they would no doubt be disgusted to have a homo among them, let alone a homo who claimed to actually be a cop! It was the perfect place to leave the other man overnight while Andy properly got settled in his new body.

During the drive to the police station Andy encouraged Joseph to share the important details he’d need to convincingly play the officer in the immediate future: who his friends on the force were, what time his shift was over, and what he usually did between calls. Joseph had been reluctant to open up and help Andy in any way, but a simple white lie that good behaviour would help the officer return to his rightful body sooner had him opening up in no time at all. By the time Andy swung the police cruiser into a spot outside the station he was confident that he’d have everything he needed to get by the next two hours before Joseph’s shift ended and he could go and explore the man’s apartment.

After switching off the engine but before opening the vehicle door, Andy paused and turned around to glare at the man in his body through the metal mesh between them. “Remember, you try and tell anyone about this, your body is gone for good,” he threatened, his voice low and dangerous. “Well, maybe not. Maybe I’ll commit enough crimes to make sure this body gets locked up for life and then I’ll switch back with you. A ruined reputation and a life behind bars… you wouldn’t want that, would you?” When there was no vocal response, Andy banged a heavy fist against the mesh barrier. The emasculated officer flinched and then squeaked out a weak agreement.

It was still the early hours of the night but there were already two other people locked up in the drunk tank: a portly middle-aged man that Andy was amused to recognise as his old high school History teacher, and a heavily-inked guy not too far from Andy’s own age. Joseph was still blubbering away to himself as he was pushed into the cell, even flinching at the loud clang of the cell door slamming closed behind him. Andy leaned in close to the bars and whispered in the other’s ear: “Have fun, Andy.” He had no doubt that his old teacher would recognise ‘Andy’ and chew his ear off, while the younger man would probably be disgusted with the open vulnerability of the cell’s newest occupant.

Retreating from the cell block back into the main station, Andy puffed up his chest and exchanged nods of greeting with the few other officers on duty that night. Although Joseph had told him enough about his coworkers to get by in a shallow conversation, Andy was relieved to find that they were more interested in playing games on their cell phones than talking. As he scouted out the main area of the station to find his desk, the impostor had to stifle a laugh when he came across an open box of donuts. Do y’all wanna be any more of a stereotype? Still, they did look rather tasty… what was the harm in helping himself to one?

The remainder of Joseph’s shift passed relatively quickly, and mercifully Andy didn’t find himself called out to any jobs. Instead he was given plenty of time to explore Joseph’s social media accounts, scroll through the picture albums on his cell phone, and learn the important upcoming events on his calendar. Apparently there was a ten year high school reunion coming up next weekend. Joseph would have to miss it, of course, but Andy wouldn't. Back during his own high school days he had been a social outcast and regular victim of bullies. Something told him that Joseph’s own experience had been very different, and judging from the amount of texts in his inbox from ex-classmates, he had definitely been a part of the popular crowd. It would be a shame to waste such an opportunity…

Finally the guys working the next shift arrived and ‘Joseph’ was given clearance to head home and get some sleep. He made sure to let the new arrivals know that ‘Andy Haymaker’, the flamboyant fairy in the holding cell, had been spouting insane drunken nonsense all night long and was possibly going through some psychotic episode. That would make sure none of them took anything ‘Andy’ said seriously, should the real Joseph dare to try and tell one of his former co-workers what was really going on. It would be a foolish thing for Joseph to try and do, but everything Andy had seen about the man so far suggested that he really was a fool.

If he just played along and kept his head down, he’d be released in the morning without any charges being pressed. He’d have to try and adapt to living Andy’s life, of course, but the real Andy was definitely going to be keeping a close eye on his body swap partner. After all, he had to make sure that Joseph properly learned his lesson or the whole exercise would be a complete waste of time!

Stepping out into the morning light, Andy took in a deep breath and relaxed into a proud smile. His night hadn’t ended the way he’d anticipated, but as he settled into the driver’s seat of Joseph’s truck and caught sight of his reflection in the rear view mirror, he wasn’t at all upset with the end destination. Getting to play around with the hunky body of a man of the law was probably going to be much more fun than he would have had on a simple night out with a bunch of girls that he could barely even tolerate.

Truthfully, Andy was a bit of a lonely soul. The girls weren’t so much his friends as merely people who weren’t outwardly dismissive of him because of his sexuality, and that made them much more bearable company than most of the other townsfolk. He wondered how Joseph would feel about being the social pariah for a change and how he would like being treated either as if he had some sort of contagious disease or like he was an accessory to make some blonde bimbo look more cultured and accepting.

Knowing that he was going to be having a break from all that was a refreshing feeling for Andy. As much as he prided himself on being different in a town full of cookie cutter straight people, there was a small part of him that was actually excited by the notion of fitting in amongst them. It’s the thrill of them not knowing the truth, Andy told himself, That’s all.

Shaking himself out of the introspective thoughts, the body thief fired up the truck’s engine and put his foot down on the gas. He had an exciting new life waiting for him and it wouldn’t do to waste any more time!

x

“So Andy, my man, how have you been?” It had been six days since that fateful encounter outside of the nightclub and Andy still wasn’t bored of playing the role of Joseph Messer, nor was he bored of tormenting the man he had forced to take his place. Over the course of those six days Andy had settled into Joseph Messer’s life with great ease, just as he had expected to, considering the overall lack of hardship the other man experienced. The most challenging aspect of Joseph’s day to day life was unsurprisingly the work, but even that wasn’t nearly as bad as Andy had been expecting. It mostly consisted of just driving around in his cruiser to keep an eye on the peace, all while various people who had previously spat in Andy’s direction greeted him with excitement and pride. It was almost pitiful just how brainless the town’s population were, idolising Joseph only because he wore a uniform and carried a gun. Judging by everything he had learned about the other man in the week since their swap, Andy was of the opinion that there was actually very little about Joseph worth idolising - other than his amazing body, of course.

“Do you have to call me that?” the other man protested weakly, glaring at Andy from across the booth in the local diner where they sat. It was the second time since the swap the previous weekend that Andy had insisted they meet up. The first time had been to reinforce the ground rules of their situation, this one was more about rubbing salt in the wound.

“Well it’s your name,” Andy replied with a wide grin, relishing in the other’s frustration. “Do you want me to go back to callin’ you princess, because I can do that!” An unhealthy mix of alarm and anger flashed in the other’s eyes, yet he said nothing more. “That’s what I thought, buddy. Now how about you answer my question, huh? Have you been havin’ fun?”

“You know I haven’t,” the other hissed, meeting Andy’s eye for only the briefest moment before fixating back on his mug of coffee. “I want to be me again. I don’t deserve this.” The blistering anger had long since been expunged, now Joseph was left with only forlorn desperation. The misery wasn’t just written on his face, it was clear throughout his body language, with hunched shoulders, crossed arms and the nervous tapping of his feet. In contrast Andy sat with an open posture: his meaty legs spread out wide underneath the table and his powerful chest puffed up. Even the most ignorant onlooker would easily be able to identify who was in control of the conversation.

Letting out a long huff, Andy shook his head. “If you don’t think you deserve it, you still haven’t learned your lesson,” he remarked, offering up a shrug of his broad shoulders before necking some more of his coffee. “That’s fine, you’re a slow learner. You just need some more time in that skin, I get it. Hey, you still blue-ballin’ yourself?”

Joseph had been insistent in their previous meeting that he wouldn’t be caving into the homosexual desires creeping in at the edge of his brain, but Andy knew it was only a matter of time. The other didn’t have the willpower to resist indefinitely, and judging by the blush that coloured the other’s cheeks, his resistance had already crumbled.

“I’m only human,” the other mumbled. “This is your body anyway. If I get turned on by dudes right now it’s only because I’m in the body of a f-fag.” Joseph refused to meet Andy’s eye while the bigger man laughed. It was going just as he had expected, right down to Joseph making excuses for himself.

“So what did you get off to, huh?” Andy challenged, leaning across the table to reduce the distance between them. What he didn’t reduce was his volume; he didn’t care if the diner’s other occupants overheard them. It wouldn’t be him they were judging, it would be ‘Andy’. They’d see their little coffee meeting as kindly ‘Officer Joseph’ doing a bit of community outreach with the more unfortunate members of their local community. “Was it me?” The other’s blush only deepened, giving away his answer. “You little narcissist! I love it. You’ve got good taste. This body is one hunky slice of meat. I wear it well!”

The humiliation continued to eat away at Joseph but Andy didn’t let up. For the next ten minutes he continually egged the other on to reveal the contents of the fantasies that he’d been having about the two of them. Both men found themselves getting hard through the storytelling process: Joseph from reliving those hot memories and Andy from the intense humiliation he was inflicting upon the other. He’d never have guessed that demeaning another man would turn him on so much, but it was absolutely fuelling him!

When the conversation finally turned away from Joseph’s fantasies, Andy brought up the high school reunion he’d be attending in the other man’s place. The mere mention of the event prompted the other to tense up and lock gazes with him. “You can’t go to that,” he croaked out, “Please don’t go. You’ll humiliate me in front of my friends!”

“I’m not in the business of takin’ requests, Andy. I tell you what to do, not the other way around. Haven’t you learned anythin’ yet?” The larger man sighed and scratched at his meaty pecs through the fabric of his tight-fitting shirt. “I’m gonna go, I’m gonna have a great time, and I’m gonna see if somebody feels like comin’ home with me.”

Joseph balked at the third suggestion on that list. “You can’t take a guy home! I don’t want anyone to think I’m a fa-- that I’m a queer,” the former police officer pleaded, his wild desperation escalating to brand new levels beyond anything Andy had seen from him before. Rather than replying immediately, he took a sip from his coffee and let the other simmer in his panic for a few moments.

“I never said anythin’ about taking a guy home,” Andy pointed out. Something he’d forgotten about from his previous use of the body swap spell was that the sexualities and arousal triggers remained with the body, so Andy had become a heterosexual man when he’d swapped with the quarterback, and now with Joseph. It had been a shock to the system at first, but Andy had been sustained by Joseph’s narcissistic streak: over the past several days he had brought himself to completion in front of the mirror several times. Joseph might not have been attracted to men, but he was definitely attracted to himself!

The buzz of a cell phone interrupted their conversation. Andy quickly snatched it up off of the table, checked the message and chuckled to himself. “Looks like they want me working overtime today and considerin’ there’s nothing Joseph Messer loves more than being in uniform, I better stay in character and accept!” The real Joseph squirmed as Andy rose to his feet, revealing the hard bulge in the front of his pants. “Hey little guy, do you mind footin’ the bill for these coffees? You’re the best, man. I’ll catch up with you after the reunion, alright? Stay out of trouble!” Joseph had been so distracted by the tenting at the front of Andy’s pants that he had remained totally silent, only finding his voice as Joseph was leaving the diner. Of course, his departure came with the beautiful sight of that thick ass shaking in his tight slacks, and Joseph was left in a painfully hard state. Damn his real body for being so beautiful!

x

The high school reunion turned out to be everything Andy had hoped it would be and more. He was the centre of attention from the moment he arrived; just as he’d expected, Joseph had been one of the most popular guys in his class. He’d even been voted Prom King by his peers, although (somewhat amusingly) Andy learned through ‘his’ former classmates reminiscing that Joseph had actually dumped the Prom Queen in the early hours of the day after, and she held a grudge towards him up to that very day.

He’d been at the event for several hours already, catching up with Joseph’s old school pals (how were they to know that half of what he was saying was bullshit?) and even some of his former teachers, who all expressed how proud they were of the school’s golden boy going on to serve his community. There was a part of Andy that was disgusted by how everybody seemed to throw themselves down at Joseph’s feet, but another part was enjoying the ability to dominate the room. He could have the pick of any man he wanted, but there was one major problem with that: his attraction towards men no longer extended any further than his own reflection.

Andy’s eyes lingered on Mason (whoever had the idea of giving everyone name badges deserved a kiss for making Andy’s life so much easier), who had been one of Joseph’s teammates on the football team and had gone on to have a successful playing career in college before returning to his hometown to join the fire department. His body was perfectly sculpted and his skin featured a beautiful golden tan, not to mention his boy-next-door good looks. He was exactly the kind of guy who should have gotten Andy’s heart racing, only he felt nothing but mild admiration for the other’s physique.

The realisation that he was no longer a gay man while he continued living in Joseph’s skin was both terrifying and fascinating. Time and time again his gaze shifted from the various men at the function to the assorted ladies, all of whom were dressed to impress and managing as such. Andy had never imagined the day where he would find himself checking out the size of a woman’s rack or admiring the shortness of her skirt, but here he was, acting like the pervy straight man he’d always loathed. At what point do I stop being me? he wondered, a chill rushing down his spine. Mercifully he was never given too much time to dwell on it, as it seemed like everybody there wanted a piece of Joseph and he barely got a minute to himself.

“Joey, I keep seeing you around town and I’ve just gotta say that you look sooooo sexy in your uniform!”

Olivia wasn’t the first girl to have used such a line on Andy that night, but she was definitely the hottest of the bunch. He had taken great pleasure in making the rounds at the high school reunion, scouting out the possible conquests and being rather pleased with the options. Joseph must have had an attractive year group because Andy wasn’t sure he’d ever seen so many beautiful faces gathered in one place apart from video recaps of fashion week! Olivia outshone the rest though, her long legs and tan skin immediately capturing Andy’s attention. Judging from the pictures he had found of Joseph’s phone of past ex-girlfriends, she was exactly Joseph’s type too.

“You think so?” Andy asked, full of fake modesty, “That’s so nice of you to say, Olivia. You look stunnin’ in anythin’, but you’re looking especially hot tonight.” He pressed a hand to the small of her back and stepped in closer. The venue was dimly lit and large speakers pumped music that was popular ten years prior throughout the room, which gave any prospective couple a good reason to stand closer together for their conversation. “I bet you’re still stunnin’ when you’re out of everythin’ too.” Back in his own body Andy had never been a confident flirter, but his short time as Joseph had emboldened him and now it only felt natural to use his deep voice to whisper sweet filth into the ear of a stunning blonde.

Olivia giggled and pressed herself further into Andy’s muscular side, even placing a delicate hand on his powerful chest muscles. He was wearing a pristine white shirt, black jeans and leather boots, a simple yet effective get up. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone too, giving a tease of the pectoral muscles that waited underneath. It was hardly a wonder why barely a minute went by without a new set of eyes on him; the women wanted him and the men wanted to be him. For the first time in Andy’s life he was the absolute envy of everyone in the room and he loved the feeling. It was intoxicating on a level he’d never experienced before.

“How do you feel about roleplay, officer?” Olivia whispered, using her free hand to discreetly grope at the round gloves of Andy’s ass. “Maybe when you take me home you could put that uniform on, get me in cuffs and treat me like the bad girl I am, huh?” The sexual hunger was written all over her face and was mirrored in Andy’s own. It sounded like he had found himself the perfect company for the night! Now that he’d done the social rounds, there was no harm cutting out early and bringing Olivia’s uniformed fantasies to life, was there?

Leaning in to press a brief kiss against her neck, Andy savored the thrill of having such a beautiful woman pressed against him. “I like that idea a lot,” he agreed, already steering her towards the exit. A few people tried to capture his attention as they moved through the room but Andy ignored them all, only having eyes for the flirtatious minx beside him. Both of them had only had a single drink so Andy was clear to get behind the wheel of his truck, although he wasn’t sure how steady he was going to be considering Olivia had immediately pulled his cock free of his pants and begun to stroke the hard staff. “Someone’s eager,” he joked as he fired up the engine, before being consumed by his own lust and surging forward to steal her lips in a hungry kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Olivia regarded him as if he was the god of desire and purred a simple sultry request: “Take me to bed, Officer Messer.”

Andy was more than happy to comply.