(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)
"It's been almost six months to the day we got Darkened, and Cap promised us an answer by this time. Why else would he be asking to see us early this morning?"
"To tell us that he decided against it and we have to go back being just gringo cops again." For some reason I had been in a foul mood for the past few days; the deadline had been on my mind as well, but I wasn't as optimistic as Tito. I could think of plenty of reasons Captain Morgan could give to allow us only temporary Darkenings instead of permanent ones. After my outburst, my partner came into the kitchen noticeably more somber than a few moments ago. Inti tipped his head up and gave him a soft, but insistent kiss. My property turned to me with a mock scowl on his handsome dark-skinned face.
"Try to be more positive, amor..." Inti kissed the top of my hairless head. "Even if the two of you had to become white cops again, you'd both have eager-to-please, dirt-trade Latino putos as your personal chattel now."
I grinned at my dark-skinned slave and gave him a kiss. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." I smiled and turned to my partner. "Perdón por ser tan culero, Tito. (Sorry for being such a prick, ed.) I'll try to keep a more positive attitude for whatever happens today."
* * *
"I'm sure you've anticipated why I wanted to see you - this is about the continuation of the new 'Darkening Exchange Program'."
Tito and I were sitting in Cap's office. As usual, our CO had a somewhat grim expression on his face, which did not bode well for our continued existence as Latino cops.
"First off, I must say that you two have been exceptional in the handling of your duties and exemplary in your behavior - but given who you are, I would not have expected otherwise. You have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that any patrol officer here at the Four-One can more than successfully function as a foreign Latino policeman. There were some rumblings within the community that both of my highest-visibility - and most appreciated - officers had been sent off to some foreign country on an assignment - but that grew to be seen more of a reward than a punishment and their replacements..." He gave a small smile. "... proved to be more than equal to the task of living up to their sterling reputations."
Cap steepled his fingers on the desk. "But this 'Exchange Program' did raise some unanticipated questions and created some unwanted publicity for this precinct. I'm afraid that wholesale 'permanent transfers' would raise too many questions that would create an unnecessary strain for the department."
Fuck. We're going back to being white cops. At least I won't have to lie to Damien. While Inti decided to remain a dirt-trade Latino, I had my orders to revert back. But maybe there could be occasions for becoming Latinos again in the future.
Tito and I exchanged a glum look. "We understand, Sir. Thank you for giving us this trial period - we appreciate your consideration and flexibility."
My CO continued, with his lips twisting into a slight sardonic smile. "If you listened carefully, I said 'no wholesale permanent transfers'.
I did not say 'No permanent transfers.' "
Tito and I looked at each other and took a deep breath of anticipation.
"I have seen the improved cohesion amongst the men with your Darkening. So has Reardon and Namisato.
The thought of becoming dark-skinned Latino officers has been an amazing morale booster and a number of the patrolmen have already shaved their heads and tinted their eyebrows and eyelashes in anticipation." He paused. "I rather approve of those changes across the board."
Tito spoke up. "We noticed that too, Sir. Being as jacked-up as most of us are now, the lack of hair definitely draws the attention to our faces and gives everyone a more raw and commanding presence... in uniform and out." Leave it to Tito to mention the 'out' part of that equation.
"I definitely want to continue this program with extended Darkenings of a year or more. This will give the community the time and space to get used to the changes in personnel. Short periods back to their Caucasian personas will feel more like just another duty assignment versus a true reversion and will permit a permanent Darkening to occur without any fanfare. I also want to initiate some shorter term Darkenings as well - up to a year - those officers would be working directly with the Los Brazos gang. We are very close already..." Cap grinned. "... and they already operate as a strongly disciplined, independent paramilitary police force with both legal and illicit businesses. Any crimes committed by the Darkened officers would be overlooked and any upticks in COMPSTAT numbers will be explained away."
The smile widened. "But we also need to provide a constant reminder to all involved or those that will be involved about the unparalleled success of the program you developed, Caldéron." Cap opened a desk drawer and withdrew two envelopes, pushing one in front of each of us.
"Open the envelopes."
"Holy shit..."
They were Green Cards. Each of us now had an permanent official US Resident Alien designation.
"I'm approving your 'permanent transfers' and Zack will make sure that those are registered in all the required systems... that is, if you still want to proceed."
Tito and I whooped and embraced each other.
"Cap, we can't begin to thank you enough for this! We were really hoping this would be the result! We were talking earlier about the fact if this DID happen, we'd switch between being Latino cops looking like dieseled, dirt-trade hustlers and remorseless black thugs - we'd never have to be whiteboy cops again!"
At Cap's amused expression, Tito continued. "Umm... I mean, there's nothing wrong being a white cop - or a white guy, Sir. It's just that being like this or being a black man - is just such a rush! I think we get a bigger rush being a Latino! Thank you again for making this possible for us!"
Cap continued smiling. "Reardon and Namisato were already apprised of my decision, and they will be announcing the widescale adoption of the new program, along with the conditions. I don't think there will be any objections, based on how you just responded." He looked at his watch. "If you'd like to make your announcements personally, I believe most everyone will still be in the locker room getting ready for the shift change. Again, congratulations to you both."
Our CO got up and embraced us both as he opened the door to his office and we headed downstairs.
* * *
The two of us arrived in the locker room as the third watch was getting into their civvies and the guys for the first watch were getting ready for patrol. There was a constant buzz of conversation and the 'clink' and 'clunk' of duty equipment being provisioned and fastened and the 'bang' of the steel doors being slammed shut.
Tito put his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle. Conversation stopped and all heads swiveled in our direction.
"WE DID IT! WE'RE LATINOS FOR GOOD!"
The room exploded in yells and cheers.
"Congrats fellas! Couldn't happen to a better pair of cops!" Cash pulled Tito in a deep kiss.
"Cap approved the new program?"
I nodded. "With some changes. We can't have everyone become as fucking HOT as us all at once!" The crowd laughed. "So it's gonna be a slow and gradual process. Jamie and Tommy will make the 'official' announcement at roll call."
"Do you have the full details?"
Tito shook his head. "Participants will get extended assignments of over a year to get the outside used to your new identities. Depending on the conditions, there could be some short reversion periods to whiteboy cops, followed by additional extended assignments and/or permanent conversions."
The assembled officers whooped. I picked up the conversation.
"There's also going to be 'short-term' Darkenings of six months to a year. In those situations, you're going to be on detached duty to Los Brazos gang.
More cheers erupted from the crowd of patrolmen.
"For the guys that get permanent Darkenings like us, you'll switch between being hot-as-fuck rough-trade Latinos and dangerous black thugs - you'll never be whiteboys again!"
"I can't believe this is happening! This is like hitting the lottery!" Micah was literally jumping for joy.
"Well, the Sarges will fill out the details at roll call."
We continued to receive warm embraces and deep kisses from all the patrolmen present as they finished getting ready for the day.
* * *
We met both Sarges on the way to the ready room and they gave us big grins. "From the looks on your faces, I assume Cap gave you the news?"
I pulled Jamie into a strong embrace and deep kiss. "I'm sure you two had some part in this as well!"
He grinned and squeezed my painfully engorged crotch. "Probably..." He drawled. "It's been fantastic having two hot-as-fuck dirt-trade Latinos at our beck and call. Tommy and I can't wait to get more on board! I'd love to get everyone Darkened - including ourselves - but I don't think that's gonna happen any time soon."
We pulled Tommy Namisato into an embrace as well. "Thank you too, Sir! We couldn't have stayed this way without you!"
"It was a truly inspired idea, Chuy! I don't know how you came up with it, but every officer here at the Four-One is happier, more focused and dedicated than ever before about getting Darkened - you are an organizational genius!"
Jamie laughed. "And both of you are even more incredible fucks as Latinos!" He put his arms around both of us. "C'mon - let's get ready for today. I'm going to give out the assignments and then we'll talk about participation in the new 'Exchange Program'."
* * *
Roll call went more like a party. After Jamie made the day's assignments, the overall mood was completely upbeat as more details of the new 'Exchange Program' was explained to the gathered officers. As the meeting broke up, my first call was to Inti to tell him the good news and my second call was to Zack.
"Congratulations, Chuy! I'm so happy everything turned out this way for you and Tito! I assume that you WANT to proceed with the process and become Latinos permanently, right?"
"Absolutely! Can we schedule some time for the process?"
"Let me check my schedule and I'll text you a couple of dates. I'd like to remove all the nano-dye and start fresh on both of you and then apply the activation coat at the same time. I assume Tito wants to keep his current ink, maybe add more? What about you? I have to put the phase-change tats on you ... do you want some new ink as well, now that you're going to be a genuine Guatemalan ?"
I checked with Tito and he nodded. "YES to both questions. Sounds good. Thanks Zack!"
* * *
ONE WEEK LATER
"I still can't believe we did it, Chuy! We're really going to become rough-trade, dark-skinned Latino cops!"
I grinned at my partner. "You were always more optimistic than me, Tito. I'm just glad you were right!"
As we approached Zack's place, the door opened up and the dark-haired artist gave both of us a big, welcoming wave.
"Hey guys! Great to see you! C'mon in!"
We followed Zack into one of the big industrial office spaces and received strong hugs and kisses from the him.
Tito grinned. "I want to keep the Aztec skull on my chest and I was thinking of something on my opposite forearm. Something that goes along with the Mexican theme."
Zack looked pleased. "I've been doing research and I think a tat of Quetzalcoatl will look fantastic. I'll show you after I clean you off." He turned to me. "And what about you, Chuy? Any concrete ideas for what ink an oversexed, dieseled Guatemalan cop should be wearing?"
I smiled and nodded. "I want to go more religious. I want ink on both arms and a Bible quote on my ribs."
"You're going to look absolutely authentic with those! Got some samples?"
"On my phone!"
"Perfect! I can scan them in and make any changes and enhancements to really amp the quality and intensity. You guys have more than a day off, right?"
"We got three days from Cap."
Zack grinned. "Good, good. We're not going to need that much, but I definitely don't want to rush anything. I could probably get everything done today, but I'd feel better spreading everything over two days. Works for you?"
"I'll let Inti and Berto know we're staying overnight. Sounds great, Zack. Let's get started!"
TITO
The first thing Zack did was to put some drops in my eyes. This dissolved the nano-dye in my irises and returned them back to their original whiskey-brown color. Once that happened, I stripped naked and Zack applied the solvent to my face and body. After several applications I was back to my original skintone and I looked at myself in disdain.
"Ick..."
Chuy grinned. "¡Carajo!... You look like a damned maggot now!" I mock-growled and gave him the finger. "Shut up... you're gonna turn into a pasty-faced whiteboy too!"
Zack stroked his chin. "Tito - what about hair? Do you want to keep using the Crawford cream or do you want me to remove all your hair permanently?"
"Take all of it off. Everywhere. I want to be as smooth as a baby's ass."
Zack and Chuy chuckled at my response. The artist pulled a large plastic tub off a nearby shelf and unscrewed the cap; he began slathering a creamy white substance all over my head, face and body - including my pucker - and twisted a kitchen timer to thirty minutes.
"When the timer dings, go in and take a cool shower. Gently use the body and facial scrub to get yourself all clean and smooth for the nano-dye."
* * *
I left the shower with my skin feeling more sensitive, cooler and sleeker. I had seen many little white things in the shower drain that looked like grains of rice - Zack told me those were my hair follicles; they had been killed and has fallen out and no hair would ever grow back where the the cream had been applied. In a moment, he sat me down in a chair. "Tilt your head back, Tito. Drops first, then we'll do the skintone. No more maggot skin! Hot Mexican cop coming up!"
* * *
The entire Darkening process took about three hours and at the end of that time, I was back looking like the dieseled, dirt-trade Mexican that had walked in the door - but even better. Zack had also finely airbrushed a minutely darker tone on my cheeks, jawline and neck; this provided just enough minor contrast to permanently maintain a very, very, very closely-shaved appearance. At this point, Zack showed me arm tattoo he designed.
"You like it? I thought that this would look great with the skull." He had designed a blackwork tattoo of the Mexican feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl in a definite Meso-American style.
I pulled him in for a hug and a kiss. "I do! This is beautiful!"
"Hop on the operating table." Zack wheeled me under the metal arch housing the computer-controlled tattoo station. "Arms at your sides, and palms flat on the surface. Close your eyes and relax."
In a few moments, I felt the feather-light touches of the machine's mechanical appendages on my chest and arm as it carefully applied the ink that would now become a permanent part of me, followed by micro-gusts of warm air to evaporate the solvent base. In a short time, the process was complete.
I sat up and admired my ink. "Wow..." The tat of Quetzalcoatl moved and flexed on my muscular forearm as I reached over and stroked the feathered skull on my pec. I couldn't wait to put my nip rings back in.
"Last step is the activation coat!
* * *
This stuff smelled terrible. There were a few times that I felt dizzy and nauseous enough from the stench to have Zack stop for a few moments and vent the fumes. But once the warm air from fans washed over me, I knew we were done. I was 'Tito Mendoza' - the dirt-trade puto - who also happened to be a Mexican cop - now and forever.
Once I got off the platform, Zack applied the activation coat to the strip of caramel skin on the soles of my feet that had been covered by the two-by-fours. Fortunately, that didn't smell as bad and dried quickly with the use of a hair dryer. I wasted no time slipping on the three steel cockrings back around my junk, pulled on my thong and re-inserted the diamond studs into my ears. I took a can of Axe 'Dark Temptation' body spray off the table and spritzed myself from head to toe. Chuy nodded in approval.
"I think you look even better, Tito. I think you look ... and smell... even more Mexican now. It's fantastic!"
I pulled my partner into an embrace and deep kiss. "I feel espectacular!" Our swollen crotches rubbed together thru the thin materials of our thongs. "After you're done, I want to be the first one to fuck and fist that permanently caramel Guatemalan ass of yours."
Chuy nuzzled my neck. "Mmmmm... Same here. I can't wait to fill those Mexican guts of yours with my cock and arm!"
* * *
ZACK
I watched in happy satisfaction as Tito amorously embraced his partner. Before I insert all of the green card data into the national databases, I think I'll let them smash their original molds - after all, they really aren't any use to anyone any longer - least of all to them.
I rubbed my hands together. "Chuy, it's around 2 o'clock. Want to break for lunch? I'd like to clean off the original applications of nano-dye today and start the re-Darkening tomorrow after breakfast. You can show me all the ink you want applied and I can get those enhanced and programmed into the tattoo station. I can also do the complete hair removal today as well if you want that too."
Tito tsked and laughed. "¡Mi pareja, el gusano!!" (my partner, the maggot!, ed.)
Chuy grabbed Tito's nose between the first two fingers of his right hand and then slapped his hand off, Three Stooges style.
"Oww!" Chuy started giggling and Tito joined in. Soon the three of us were laughing and it took us a while to stop.
Tito's partner grinned. "Okay, let's get me un-dyed and de-haired and then I can show you the tats I want."
* * *
"I don't think so. You look more exotic. I think this look has definite possibilities in the future. Not for you, of course."
"What do you think of the ink?"
I rubbed my chin. "I like everything you've shown me and they all work together. But I definitely think we need to see that Bible quote on your ribs along with everything else. Where did you find that?"
Chuy smiled. "There was this hot-as-fuck fitness model that had it on his ribs and I always liked it. It's 1 Corinthians 9:27. It's where St. Paul compares Christian discipline to athletic training."
"Let's take a look." I brought up an image of Chuy on the computer screen and placed the religious ink on his body. Then I added the Corinthians quote.
"What do you think?"
"Can we switch the tats on the arms?"
"Sure!" With a few clicks, the ink was switched.
He turned to me. "I'm not sure, Zack. I think I made a mistake. It looks a little too much."
"I think if that was the only ink you had AND you were a fitness model, it would work better. You're also too big and developed for that - it gets lost in the definition of your obliques and serratus muscles. Even if we made it bigger and darker, it would also look out of place."
"Okay, you've got the best eye for this stuff. Let's just go with the arms."
"Fine. Let's do the eye color first, then the nano-dye for the skintone. You're going to need the phase change tats of your alpha-omega and your lion first, then these tats, and finally the activation coat."
At his quizzical look, I continued. "Well, since you're still 'Charlie' to Mattie's family, - as Inti is still 'Mattie' - we have to maintain your original ink whenever you're in their company. You can display the 'Chuy' set the rest of time."
"Ahhh ... gotcha." He grinned and tilted his head back and waited for me to instill the drops.
* * *
CHUY
After my eyes had been re-dyed to their permanent brown-black color, Zack spread the follicle killer all over my body. After all my hair had been permanently removed, I showered, dried off and I climbed onto the platform to get sprayed with the nano-dye. The stink was worse than I remembered, but after five coats, I was once again wearing the dark, caramel skin that would now be a permanent part of me. I hopped down and Zack completed the process by using a small airbrush on the soles of my feet. After that strip of skin dried, we walked over to the AI-controlled tattoo station. This area was dominated by a large metal frame with numerous articulated arms built into it. Some were large, others were delicate and all of them had specialized tips of an unknown purpose. A large, double-wide operating table had been wheeled under the center of the frame.
"Both sets of ink have been programmed in. These articulating arms will be doing all the work. Get on the table, please?"
In a few moments, I sensed a bright glare behind the goggles as I felt a series of feather-light touches on the skin of my delts. After several minutes, the light vanished, followed by a sound I could sense rather than actually hear. This was followed by warm drafts of air up and down my arms. After another brief interlude, the entire process repeated.
"OK Chuy- all done! You look FANTASTIC! Want to take a look?"
"Absolutely!" I levered myself up from the table. "Whoa..." A wave of light-headedness hit me.
"Dizzy?"
"Yeah... just came over me all of a sudden."
"That's a reaction to the subsonics and ultrasonics setting your tattoos. Just rest until the feeling passes."
Finally, the vertigo passed and I sat up to get my bearings.
Once I felt steady enough, I got off the table and headed over to a large wall mirror.
"Damn...." My cock was ready to explode with the thought that in a very short time, I would be 'Chuy Caldéron' - a jacked-up, dirt-trade puto and Guatemalan cop with extensive religious tats crawling down my arms for the rest of my life... except when I was Ray-Ray Johnson. I'd never be the black-haired and blue-eyed man I was born as ever again.
"Zack, this is PERFECT!" I twisted and flexed in the mirror and gave myself a bright white grin as my new ink moved along with me.
"Let's test the phase change." Zack pulled out a wand identical to the ones that Inti used, turned the switch to "1" and pressed the power button. The wand's blade glowed a bright blue and the dark-haired artist slowly trailed the lighted section over one of my arms and then the other. I watched in amazement as the religious tattoos faded and were replaced with my alpha-omega and my lion. He flipped the switch to the "2" position - the blade glowed a deep red and he repeated the process of wanding my biceps, triceps and deltoids. My original ink disappeared and the religious Latino ink was again prominently displayed.
"One hundred percent! I'll give you two of these when you leave. Let's finish up with the activation coat."
* * *
It was done. The activation coat had been sprayed onto my body and the chemical reaction with the nano-dye locked in my Latino appearance forever. After the coat dried, I pulled the cockrings with difficulty back around my engorged junk, stepped into a bright blue thong and slipped the diamond studs back into my ears.
Zack gently fondled my painfully erect cock. He stroked my face and arms and then pulled me in for a soft kiss. "I'm going to miss seeing those beautiful dark blue eyes and that wavy black hair ever again, but this version of you is even more erotic than the original... " He grinned. "I believe you have a prior engagement with your Mexican partner once you were a Guatemalan cop again."
I pulled the artist close to me and nuzzled his neck. "I don't think Tito will mind if I personally thank the man who made me who I am first..." Zack give me a surprised grin as I tossed him onto my shoulder and patted his ass as the two of us headed upstairs to his bedroom loft.
* * *
After leaving an exhausted Zack in his bed, with rivulets of silvery jism seeping out of both holes, I ambled down the hallway to the guest rooms. I was naked and my cock was still hard as a rock and dripping cum on the floor. Tito was looking out a window and fondling his dick; he was buck naked as well, except for the steel around his cock and balls. We each held each other's bald heads and kissed deeply as we caressed and gripped our now permanently caramel-colored, hypermuscular bodies.
Tito kneaded my ass. "Damn, Chuy, we did it! We're dark-skinned Latinos now and forever. We're never gonna be white cops again! We're never gonna be white men again! Look at what Zack left for us!"
On a table were a number of different styled stainless steel penis plugs - enough of each style for both of us - and some new stainless steel butt plugs. These butt plugs were different that our standard 'on-duty' versions in that the stem was slightly longer and had a removable flange/button that slid up and down the shaft. At the end of the shaft was a drilled hole and along with the plug itself, a small heavy-duty padlock was included; this would allow more freedom of movement and prevent the plug from accidentally getting sucked into the wearer's guts (which had happened to many cops on more than one occasion). Several tubes of surgical lube were packed in two ziploc bags and a few were laying on the table, as well as a large jar of Hyperlube.
I examined the penis plugs - these were slightly shorter than the ones we generally wore as black thugs, but looked amazing. Two styles had large balls at their ends and the third style looked like it would basically disappear into your dickhead once the glans ring was slipped on. All of them were thru-hole styles, meaning we could piss and cum through them and wear the steel for extended periods of time.
"I can't wait to put these in!" I gave Tito another deep kiss. "But I want that gigantic Mexican pija of yours up my ass first!"
Tito grinned "As well as my arm, puto! And I need the same from you!"
After a relentless and brutal session of fucking and fisting each other, Tito and I painfully limped into the industrial showers to clean ourselves up and get dressed. We brought Zack's toys with us and we inserted the new penis- and butt-plugs into our holes. We admired and fondled the steel coverings to our puckers and pissholes - they were as comfortable as they were beautiful and we both now sported permanent semi-hardons. As we slowly exited the large tiled room, we found Zack leaning against the doorway. He gave us a wicked grin. "There's one more thing I think you guys need to do." He tilted his head. "Follow me."
Several twists and turns later, he motioned us into a medium sized room dominated by a large table and crossed his powerful inked arms over his chest. On it were a number of plaster molds of heads, hands and feet. There were also two large sledgehammers leaning against the table. On closer examination, we were surprised to see that these were the molds of our original selves - 'Charlie Hawke' and 'Tony McLaren'.
"I thought it would be a great idea for you to smash these to bits - these are your original master molds. They aren't good to anyone any longer - particularly to you two."
Tito and I looked at each other, then back to him. "You sure about this, Zack?"
The dark-haired artist nodded. "Absolutely! With the activation coat and the follicle killer, I could remold your features back to their originals, but you'd never look like you again. The closest would be two handsome-as-hell hairless Indian or Pakistani bodybuilders." I didn't mention that I still had the electronic copies that could reproduce the molds at any time. There could be a situation in the future that Captain Morgan needed the appearance of one (or both) of these two white cops back in action... just on different people.
Tito grinned and stepped forward, grabbing one of the sledgehammers. "¡Vamos!" (Here we go!, ed.) He swung it high and destroyed the master mold of his head and face. He looked at the broken shards and chunks and laughed. "That felt amazing!"
I picked up the other hammer and joined him. Soon we both were smashing the plaster and fiberglass until nothing remained except small chunks, slivers and shards. "Whew! That did feel fantastic! Now there's not a trace of our old selves left anywhere!"
"This was just the final step for everything that happened to you over these last two days. 'Charlie Hawke' and 'Tony McLaren' no longer exist - just two handsome, inked and hypermuscular Latino cops named 'Chuy Caldéron' and 'Tito Mendoza' !! By the way, I uploaded all of the modified information about you as well, including the resident alien documentation."
We each pulled Zack into a strong embrace and deeply kissed the man who recreated us into the oversexed negritos we now were. Tito grinned and grabbed his swollen crotch, switching to his Spanglish. "Gracias for everything, chulo!! We'll be seein' you soon! Yanquitos like you need plenty of deep-dickin' an' fistin' from hot macho papis like us as often as they can get it!" We all laughed as the two of us left the warehouse to head back to Manhattan, with our new steel plugs - front and back - keeping us in a state of constant arousal with every step we took.
* * *
INTI
Back at apartment - Berto and I were preparing a celebratory dinner for Chuy and Tito. The spread was a combination of Spanish, Greek and other dishes and the savory smells filled the large, modern kitchen.
"How did packaging go?"
The newly minted stable-stud lets out a deep breath. "Intense. This was our of my first group of slaves going out from The Rack. I was hard and leaking as I watched all of them getting encased in multiple layers of rubber and then crated. I needed to fuck six or seven slaves before I left."
I continued chopping vegetables. "If you want, we can get you fully rubberized as well - spend a day or so at the Greasetank getting plugged at both ends. Best feeling is getting a super stretchy rubber sheath up your chute and having a thick condom attached to your mask and down your throat as well. Plus getting a sheath inserted all the way down your piss-slit and wearing a chastity cage. And the knowledge that the rubber is physically adhered to your skin - it can't be removed until the glue is chemically deactivated - is the most terrifying and exhilarating part of the process."
Berto swallowed hard. "Jeez..."
"Chuy had that done to him by Dani a while back, and I wanted to see how it felt too - it was intense, scary as hell, and one of the best times I ever had. I spent three days as a complete rubberboy."
"I definitely want to do that too! When are Chuy and Tito coming home?"
I looked at the clock. "Probably in less than an hour. It's going to be fantastic having four sex-crazed putos negritos pelones (dark-skinned, bald male whores, ed.) under one roof now - and two of them being our owners - and cops!" Inti grins. "You're going to be amazed how aroused you're going to get with restraints forced on you and getting raped! It's even more exciting when they do it in their uniforms!"
As the conversation in the kitchen continued, Chuy and Tito quietly entered the apartment in an ebullient mood. Giggling, they shushed each other as they stripped off their shirts to show off their new ink and sauntered into the kitchen.
Berto and I were amazed and happy to see our owners. "¡Guau! Vosotras dos se ven fantásticos. ¡Me encantan sus tatuajes!" ("Wow!! You two look fantastic. I love the ink!", ed) I stroked the new blackwork on Chuy's biceps and deltoids. "These are perfect, amor!"
"I thought so too! Zack gave me two more phase-change wands as well! I can switch to my lion and alpha-omega whenever we need to masquerade as our old selves! Tito got a feathered serpent on his arm!" Tito showed off his new addition.
Tito gave us a bright white smile. "Zack removed all the old dye and started from scratch. We got all of our hair permanently removed and we got the activation coats this time... we are now completely hairless, dark-skinned, dirt-trade putos forever!"
"Except when we're black thugs!"
Berto looked surprised at that statement and I pulled him into a hug. "Just wait until you get fucked and fisted by 'Ray-Ray Johnson' and 'Benjie Cantrell' !!"
"We also got some steel toys from Zack..." The Latino cops shucked off their jeans and boots and then pulled off their thongs to show off their new penis- and butt-plugs. The two of us stared at our owners and their shiny metal equipment with hungry looks on our faces.
Tito laughed out loud. "You're drooling, Berto..."
"... and we definitely need to try these out on nuestros propriedades (our property, ed.) after dinner!"
Berto and I looked at each other and grinned. "Dessert!" we shouted together.* * *
Well, I was aiming for a "Hallmark Movie" type of story here, and I did it... sort of.
The idea of Charlie and Tony permanently becoming Latino cops was always the plan for me, but as I was writing the story, more and more questions popped up that could derail that storyline.
Would the Commissioner finally stop turning a blind eye as more and more NYPD cops were allegedly "replaced" by foreigners?
Would the replacement bring up questions that would be too difficult for Captain Morgan to circumvent?
I really DID want this to happen, so it took me a while to figure out a reasonable "how" for the Darkening to occur on a regular basis.
The solution came to me when I recalled the third book of the "Colossus" trilogy ("Colossus and The Crab", published in 1977) about a computer that takes over the world. In the third book, Martians (yes, Martians!) decide to immobilize the computer and take half of earth's oxygen supply, killing about one-quarter of all life. Thanks to some decent and no-so-decent human beings, their plot is thwarted... somewhat. Once the computer is brought back on line, it actually agrees with the Martians. However, the big difference here was the timescale of the solution - while the aliens wanted it right away, Colossus figured out collecting it over several hundreds of years would be just as viable for all involved. Hence, the solution here - TIME. Darkenings would take place over a much longer timeframe to give everyone - people and the police brass - the time to adjust... and forget.
I wanted a more playful tone to the story, but at times, the sexual urges of all involved just had to come to the surface... and who am I to dispute something my characters are telling me should happen? I did decide to provide enough sexual cliffhangers for you, the reader, to fill in the blanks and use your imagination!
I'm not quite sure how much more mileage that the "Many Worlds #1" branch here has in it, but I think there may be one or two more stories to tell. I've done a little foreshadowing here, so you detectives can make some educated guesses where one of the stories will lead.
And as the first story of 2026, I wish all of you a Happy, Healthy New Year!! - hoping that you all will find some sexy, bald Latino cops to stop you on a deserted stretch of road and insist on a body cavity search!
