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CHARLIE - Wednesday, 5:27am
"Inti, sweetheart, wake up..." Mattie (or Inti, as I was getting used to calling him all the time), muttered and rolled on his stomach.
God, he was so damn sexy. Just over eighteen months ago, my husband had been the trim and nicely muscled President of Kriatos Americas with brown hair and green eyes who had often been mistaken for a fashion model. Now he was a hairless, hyper-dieseled hispanic with dark caramel skin and brown-black eyes; he looked exactly like the rough-trade male whore he'd become. Inti was wearing just a pair of yellow thong briefs and I could make out the metal ring of the gigantic screw dildo up his ass through the thin material.
I stroked and prodded his massive deltoid again, marveling at the detailed QR code on the deep latino flesh. The tattoo was a visible indicator of his status of 'stable stud' - a heroically muscled piece of property - a slave - trained to subjugate others into a life of abject servitude.
His dark eyes fluttered open and gave me a wide white grin.
"Good morning, amor." He looked out the window to the dark but lightening sky.
"Is it morning? What time is it?""Five-thirty. I've got double duty again today and I wanted to get some workout time in before I started. Cap has everyone doing multiple watches with all the protests and assaults going on. I got in around midnight and I'm still bone-tired."
Inti sat up. "I got in around 2:00am. You looked exhausted and I tried to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't wake you." He chuckled. "Deuce and Reaper and the rest of the Crimson Skulls were fucking my ass and shoving their cocks down my throat since eight o'clock last night. I was so worn out when I got home, I just took a quick shower, screwed the dildo into my guts and spooned into you."
"You working today?"
The dark-skinned latino yawned again. "Today is Wednesday, right?"
I nodded.
"Yes, I'll be working the day shift at the Park Avenue headquarters today." Mattie had basically transitioned himself out of his executive job at Kriatos and his cousin Chara was running the company now. Ori had finally come around to accepting Mattie's transformation into a dirt-trade Guatemalan illegal and he now worked as a security guard at various locations of the company.
I bent down and gave him a deep kiss. "I'll give you a call when I can, Minti. Take care - I love you."
He looked confused for a moment then the lightbulb went off. (Minti = Mattie + Inti, ed.) He chuckled and pulled me closer, returning the kiss with equal vigor. "Stay safe, amor... maybe we can have some fun tonight..."
He levered himself out of the bed and stretched as I left the bedroom and headed out the door.
* * *Even at this early hour, the subway was more crowded than I imagined. I was daydreaming of taking a shower with my property and stroking that dark skin and bald head under cool water; then having him piston-fuck me and fill my guts with his cum. After that, I'd return the favor and pound him senseless and we'd fall asleep with my cock buried in his ass.
I was jolted out of my reverie when the train juddered to a halt and a pair of young bald latinos got on board; they were speaking rapidly to each other and quietly laughing. Everyone was half-asleep; no one paid much attention to them. One pulled the other closer as their crotches rubbed together and they kissed. They looked around after the embrace and saw me giving them a wink and knowing smile. I also discreetly flashed them the Los Brazos gang sign for a Four-One cop and all that implied - hand down, fingers splayed with the thumb tucked in, followed by a clenching the fingers and leaving the thumb out; the shock on their faces was priceless.
The pair walked over to me and the taller of two spoke in a low voice.
"Cuarenta y uno?"
I nodded. He continued in a quiet tone. "Damn... you are one swole patruello! Hot as fuck, too!"
I grinned. "You two aren't anything to sneeze at either. How are Tomas and Felipe doing?"
We continued to speak in Spanish until the subway arrived at my station.
* * *
As I left the train and was walking to the precinct, I stopped dead in my tracks. The two
Los Brazos gang-bangers had given me a sudden insight - a true flash of genius. It was the perfect and creative solution to an ongoing problem for me and my partner, and to the station in general. I stepped up my pace to get to the Four-One.
Tony will love this!I got to the precinct and changed out of my civvies and into some workout gear then headed to the gym. It wasn't crowded at this time of the morning, so I started my cardio routine with work on the parallel bars and the pommel horse.
After half an hour, I noticed my partner Tony McLaren had arrived and was lifting weights on a Cybex machine.
Obviously he had had the same idea as me. I walked over to him and waited until he finished his set.
"Tony! I just had a brainstorm!" I bent down and whispered in his ear.
He looked shocked then amazed. A wide smile split his face. "Fuck! That's perfect! That's so damn obvious! Why didn't we think of this before? We gotta talk to Sarge and Cap!"
"Finish working out and then we'll find Jamie!"
* * *
JAMIE - Wednesday 7:37am
"Sarge! Sarge! Wait up!" I was walking down the hallway to the garage when I turned around to see Charlie Hawke and Tony McLaren running towards me. I smiled. The two patrolmen were my favorites - always willing and able to take on the hardest and most grueling assignments and successfully complete them without complaint.
And always just as willing and able for any variety of hardcore sex.
Charlie spoke up.
"Sarge, I just got the greatest idea about the roster and morale! I talked it over with Tony just to make sure I wasn't crazy... he thinks it's great too!"I sombered. Charlie's ideas were sometimes a bit unorthodox and sometimes downright crazy, but they always had merit.
I gave him an exasperated look. "Okay, let's hear it. But I've got a lot to handle right now."
Charlie started to talk and at times, Tony chimed in with additional details.
Damn, why didn't I think of that? That kills two birds with one stone. I rubbed my chin in thought.
"Wow! That IS a fucking great idea! Let's go to Cap and talk this through with him."
* * *The three of us took the elevator to the third floor and went into Captain Tanner Morgan's office. His assistant Pavlina was at the vestibule desk, keeping sentry duty on any visitors. Her normally dour visage was replaced with a radiant smile on her homely face when she saw Charlie and Tony.
"Dobro utro, Pavlina! Mozhem li da govorim s Kapitan Morgan za moment?" (Good Morning, Pavlina! May we speak with Captain Morgan for a moment? ed.)
I was still trying to figure out how the hell Charlie spoke fluent Spanish, Greek, Korean and Bulgarian as well as his native English with no success. The fact that Cap also spoke fluent Bulgarian was a complete mystery to me too.
Tony returned the smile and nodded his head. "Dobro utro, gospozho!" (Good Morning, madame! ed.)
I looked at Tony like he grew a second head. He grinned. "Charlie taught me..."
"Hi Pavlina, is Cap available for a few minutes?"
She gave me a small smile. "For you, maybe. For them..." she pointed to the two patrolmen. "... most definitely." She picked up the phone and spoke in rapid-fire Bulgarian.
"Go right in."
I knocked at the door and the three of us entered. Cap was behind his desk wearing a green shirt stretched across his chiseled torso and a purple tie pulled down from his unbuttoned collar. He looked somewhat grim and motioned us to take a seat. His emerald green eyes bored into me.
"I hope this isn't about any new incidents, Reardon. Any breaks in the assault cases?"
I shook my head. "No new incidents, sir. But no new breaks, either. Sorry. Charlie just came to me with a damned amazing idea. I thought you should hear it."
He turned to the patrolman. "Go ahead, Hawke."
Charlie smiled. "Sir, you know about Mattie, right? During my... our last Conversion, Dani was looking after him and got him jacked like the rest of here at the Four-One. He spent a lot of time at the Greasetank and Dani, ummmm... trained him to become a stable stud."
Cap quirked an eyebrow at that revelation, but said nothing. Charlie continued.
"Because of the training, Mattie started trolling a lot of gay bars as a dirt-trade latino male whore and got completely into that mindset. He - and Dani - asked Zack if he could permanently bronze his skin so he could look more authentic as a ghetto-bred latino. Zack did a great job - as usual - he removed his hair and did some minor remolding so he'd appear even more like a like a low class, uneducated hispanic hustler. Mattie - he's 'Inti Valderama' now - looks absolutely carnal as a bald, dark-skinned Guatemalan illegal with a redlined sex drive. After a little while, Mattie asked Zack to permanently dye his eyes and change his teeth and prints, too."
Charlie pulled out his cell and brought up the picture gallery, displaying a picture of his Converted husband, then handed the phone to Cap.
"Cap, I thought up the original 'Exchange Program' where cops could become African-American thugs for a while and that's been great for everyone. A lot of guys - myself and Tony included - love being black lowlifes and wish we could stay that way a lot longer than we're allowed." He paused. "What if we start a new 'Exchange Program' where we would become dark-skinned, bald Guatemalan or Mexican cops? The guys would still get all the mental rush of looking like dieseled, dirt-trade sex machines and you would have a bigger roster than when a cop Converts to a thug. It could be a lighter lift for Zack as well since we all speak some Spanish anyway. I think that would be a win-win for everyone."
Morgan kept looking at the picture on Charlie's phone. "So THAT was the hustler that was nearly naked in the holding cell...? That was Mattie?"
Tony looked embarassed and nodded. "Yeah. It was a test. Everyone knows Mattie, so we brought 'Inti' in for solicitation and he stripped down to service all the guys on duty. However they wanted it... as many times as they wanted it. We had a great time, and no one recognized him. Those minor facial changes and the bald head were enough to fool everyone. After the shift, I brought him to the locker room and revealed who he really was. All the guys were shocked, but he got an even better workout once the truth was out. He left limping, but really, really happy."
Morgan handed the phone back to Charlie and rubbed his chin in thought.
I could see the wheels turning in his head."Cap, could Tony and I please try this out? Maybe do a trial period of six months? If stuff goes sideways, we can Revert back right away; if all goes well, maybe you'd consider a permanent Conversion? We'd still be cops and we'd still be performing all of our duties here. Look at Ellis - he's a perfect example of a transition like this! He's still the best quartermaster we've ever had, but he's just black now instead of white."
Tanner nodded his head.
"I like this idea, Hawke. I like it a lot. Go for it. Talk to Zack and get yourselves 'Darkened'. But before that happens, make sure that he's able to provide you with sufficient artificial memories for the process as well. That's one area I want to make sure is one-hundred-and-fifty percent foolproof in advance of anyone embarking on this." Charlie and Tony grinned at each other. "Yessir! We'll get on that right away!"
He turned to me. "And let the men know about this new 'Exchange Program' we're starting with the Guatemalan and Mexican authorities."
* * *
ZACK - Two Weeks Later - Wednesday, 9:08am
Charlie's request had come out of the blue, and one of the harder things in creating the new 'Exchange Program' program had been gathering the information needed about the police forces south of the border. I agreed completely with Captain Morgan that the memories and knowledge that would be implanted needed to be of the highest quality and absolutely unimpeachable. The other thing was redesigning the conditioning the patrolmen received to adjust to this new reality.
Being a smaller country, the information for Guatemala was easier to come by. Guatemalan law enforcement is mainly performed by the civilian-led National Civil Police of Guatemala (PNC) and is an agency of the Guatemalan Ministry of the Interior. Currently, six district headquarters, twenty-seven police stations, one
hundred and twenty-seven stations, and 343 substations have been
deployed across Guatemala. Eight mobile units have been deployed in Guatemala City to violent areas to control crime.
For Mexico, what most people think of law enforcement were the "Federales", now the National Guard (or Guardia Nacional). This is the national gendarmerie of Mexico, created in 2019 by absorbing units and officers from the Federal Police, Military Police, and Naval Police. The force stands currently at 60,000 officers and is spread across Mexico's thirty-one states and Mexico City.
With that information in hand and Lucio's computational resources, it was relatively easy to generate a compendium of implantable memories for all of the officers that would (potentially) be involved and create a brand new conditioning engram. Any inquiries would automatically be redirected and answered appropriately to verify the identities of the 'foreign' patrolmen.
Charlie was up first; I used the molecular plasticity compound in the same was as I had for his husband - rounding and shortening his skull, adding a bit of mass to the superorbital ridge, widening the nose a touch and slightly thickening the lips. Plus, changing the bite surfaces of his teeth and modifying his fingerprints. I removed all of the hair from his head and used the follicular sleeper to put everything into the telogen phase - no hair would grow until the neutralizer compound was employed. The newly reformulated nano-dye was applied as usual, and in the span of a few hours, the dark-haired, blue-eyed officer was replaced with another highly erotic, jacked-up bald latino with deep caramel skin and brown-black eyes who could trace his origins back to the hard-scrabble ghettos of Guatemala. He was naked except for a posing pouch that barely contained his cock and balls.
"Damn, Zack this is incredible!" Charlie admired himself in a full-length mirror and marveled at the transformation wrought upon him. He grinned.
"Even if someone knew it was me, they wouldn't believe their eyes. This is perfect! What's left?""Just the conditioning and artificial memories. You sure you don't want any ink?"
"I think I'll skip it for now - I can't believe how damned pornographic I look! I think I like this even better than being Ray-Ray!"
"Okay, let's get the memories implanted and the conditioning set up. Make a fist for me?" I filled a syringe with the newly-redesigned memory-enhancing soporific. Charlie clenched and the veins and muscles of his arm popped into extreme definition; I swabbed the inside of his elbow and injected the solution.
* * *
CHARLIE - Two Weeks Later - Wednesday, 3:12pm
I woke up in Zack's kitchen with the smells of fresh pastry and coffee wafting through the air. My head throbbed and the last thing I remembered was him giving me an injection. I was still just wearing the thong, but it felt a little different.
Tighter. I pulled it out and looked down to see my darkened junk now surrounded by three steel cockrings. I rubbed my crotch in pleasure, again marveling at my now deep-caramel skintone.
I let out a deep breath. "Damn, that shot packed a wallop..."
Zack turned around and gave me a smile. "Everything worked out great, Charlie!" He put some danishes and coffee in front of me. "Ready for the control words?"
I nodded. He sat down across from me, looked me in the eye and said "Verizon. Guacamole. Lampshade."
The world spun around for a moment and then settled back down. Definitely more quickly than usual this time.
"Now, what's your name, who are you, and where are you from?"
"My name is Charlie Hawke, I'm a cop with the NYPD and I'm American ... what the hell? Zack, the conditioning didn't work!"
Zack smiled and put up a finger. "Shhh... Don't say anything yet." He gave a sharp whistle and his buddy EJ came into the kitchen. EJ was a hot-as-fuck Korean that used to be a white pickpocket. His former identity had to vanish off the face of the earth after a cadre of killer-cops went after him.
EJ gave me a lascivious once-over and a low whistle, then smiled.
"Another superb job, Zack. I want him to fuck me right now!"The artist turned to me. "Sorry. I had a brain fart. What's your name, who are you and where are you from, again?"
"Mi nombre es Jesus Calderón. I'm an Officer Second Class in the PNC from Sololá, Guatemala. That's the National Civil Police." The information rolled right out of my mouth. "¡Fóllame!" I was also speaking with a noticeable Spanish accent as well.
Zack got up and gave EJ a kiss. "Thanks EJ! See you later!"
The Korean winked to the both of us and sauntered out of the kitchen. "See me before you leave, officer... I'll be upstairs..." The artist sat down at the table again.
"Wow!" I was back to speaking like myself again.
"Now, Officer Calderón... who's your commanding officer in Guatemala?"
"Deputy Inspector Raul García." I grinned. All of the information about the Latin American officer I appeared to be was at my fingertips, but I was still ME.
"Jeez, Zack - this is great!"
The transformation artist nodded. "This enhanced conditioning is very different and far more extensive now - it keeps YOU in control. Except when you're not speaking with me, or anyone from the Four-One - past, present or future... or Inti or any of Mattie's closest associates and relatives. In those other situations, you can only express the identity and speak like the Latin American police officer you are. See what happened with EJ? Even to someone who knows about the Conversion process? Plus, all of the memories of Officer Calderón are available to you as well all the time."
I shook my head in wonder. He continued.
"I'll take care of Tony on Friday." Zack gave me a wicked smile. "Meanwhile, EJ expects to pounded senseless by a ripped and shredded latino cop and it would be a shame to disappoint him ... plus, you've got a shift coming up with your partner!"
* * *
I left Zack's warehouse and headed back to the Four-One. I got several surprised looks from the guys as I headed over to my locker and put a piece of tape over the name 'Hawke' and replaced it with 'Calderón.'
"Charlie?" Tony came around the corner already in uniform and stopped dead in his tracks. I had stripped out of my compression tee and jeans and was just in my thong at the moment. I gave my partner a huge grin and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
"The name's Jesus Calderón, from the Guatemalan National Civil Police. You can call me 'Chuy' ... Tony, I feel fantastic! But let me get dressed. I don't want to be late for roll call!"* * *
I got multiple compliments, numerous slow feels and many hard, tongue-filled kisses from my fellow officers as we headed into the meeting room for roll call. Jamie was already at the front of the room and his eyes widened in surprise as Tony and I entered and sat down together. He went through the various assignments for us and then cleared his throat.
"As you guys know, we're starting a new 'Exchange Program' with some of our LEO's south of the border. This idea is fully supported by Captain Morgan and was Charlie's idea. Officer Hawke is the first person to be part of the program and I'd like to welcome 'Jesus Calderón' to the Four One. 'Chuy' for short. Jesus is part of the Guatemalan police force and barring any mishaps..." He paused. "...will be here for about six months... with the possibility of a permanent placement... and potentially additional permanent placements for any other officers in the program in the future." That piece of information caused a gasp of surprise from the other officers.
"Tony McLaren will also be a trial exchange officer and you'll all be meeting Officer 'Hector Mendoza' from the Mexican National Guard next week."
* * *
Our watch was fairly uneventful, and we spent most of it "introducing" me to the various people in the neighborhood. All of them were happy and excited to meet "Officer Chuy" (pronounced "chewy", ed.). While we were having a break in a local panaderia, Tony whispered to me. "God, Charlie, I'd love to throw you over this table and mount you right now... I can't believe how fucking raunchy you look in those blues!!"
"Doesn't match how absolutely pornographic I feel, Tony!!" I continued in the same low tone.
"The best thing is that I'm in control of my identity when I'm with people in the know. I can be as much me or 'Chuy' as I want when I'm with you or Inti now... speaking of which, you should probably start using my new name before your Conversion too."He nodded. "Why don't we head straight over to the duplex when our shift ends? Inti can see you in uniform ... and strip you out of it. He didn't know this was happening, did he?"
I shook my head and gave my partner a wicked grin. "Nope! It's going to be a complete surprise for him. I can't wait to see his face!"
"Me neither!"
* * *
"Is Inti going to be home?" Tony asked me as we approached the apartment building. I couldn't believe the number of downright wanton looks I was receiving as a dark-skinned latino cop. I could just imagine the response if I was in my leathers.
I nodded. "I texted him earlier and said I had a surprise for him, so be home tonight."
The two of us took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor and I opened the door to the duplex.
"Inti, sweetheart? You home? Tony's with me."
"In the kitchen, amor!" Tony sniggered and I shushed him. "C'mon!" We sauntered into the kitchen with our duty belts jingling as we moved. Our stable stud was getting some salad ready and had his back to us. He was wearing just a yellow thong brief and a light coat of oil all over his body; the extensive QR codes on his delts gleamed in the overhead lights and I could make out the outline of the steel ring of the screw dildo embedded up his chute through the material.
"I'm making chicken tetrazzini and there's more than enough for everyb..." He turned and his mouth dropped open in shock.
"Agía María, Mitéra tou Theoú... (Holy Mary, Mother of God..., ed.)
"It's been a while since I heard you swear in Greek, Minti!!!" I gave him a wide grin and moved to pull him into my arms, giving him a long, deep, and hard kiss, stroking his bald pate in the process.
"What... how...??" Inti was stunned. He stroked my hairless head as well with a look of absolute wonder and disbelief on his face. That simple touch sent bolts of pleasure coursing through me and traveled directly to my cock.
"Well, I couldn't let you have all the fun being a jacked-up Guatemalan sex slave, could I?" I grinned. "I talked to Cap about starting a new 'Exchange Program' with the guys at the Four-One becoming Latin American cops from Mexico or Guatemala and he was all for it. The bald and oversexed hispanic version of me - Officer Second Class Jesus 'Chuy' Calderón of the National Civil Police of Guatemala - is here for six months, barring any acts of God that would force an early return of Charlie Hawke. We're hoping that Cap allows the new program to include the possibility of 'permanent transfers' of officers between here and there, as well."
His eyes widened. "You could stay this way permanently?"
I nodded. "I hope so. If I can. Now I know exactly how you feel being a dieseled hairless latino, sweetheart! It's breathtaking! I love being this way even more than being Ray-Ray!"
During this time, Tony was taking in the scene - two hypermuscled, bald hispanics with deep caramel complexions - one nearly naked and the other in a police uniform - making out in front of him. I could see his prong making an obscene impression slithering down the leg of his uniform pants.
Inti pulled Tony in for a kiss. "You want to join us, Officer McLaren?"
He cleared his throat and rearranged his painfully erect steel-shod package.
"I had to see your reaction to the new version of your husband, Inti, but I should go." He gave me a knowing grin.
"I think you two should celebrate privately.... we can do something together later this week." Exactly. On Friday, when another bald latino cop - from Mexico - makes his appearance.
He gave both of us a wave. "See you two Guatemalan sex machines later! I'll let myself out." Tony left the kitchen and I heard the front door open and close.
I gave Inti another deep kiss as I began to strip out of my blues.
* * *
In a moment, my uniform was puddled on the floor and the two of us headed for the bathroom and into the shower. As the water sluiced down, we soaped each other up and explored our dark-skinned bodies; our hands stroking over thick and powerful muscles, across the plateaus and mesas of our abs, grasping and groping our asses, and over our hairless skulls.
Despite the cool water, I was incredibly aroused; Inti stroked my painfully erect ten inches and gently squeezed my sac. "Oh, amor... this is incredible... you are incredible... I never imagined anything like this..."
"Mmmmm...." I squeezed his thick package in return and nuzzled his neck. "I've never felt this alive before, Inti... being like this is such a mindfuck...."
My stable stud turned off the water and pulled me close, licking my ear and wrapping a towel around both of us. "Speaking of 'fuck', Chuy, I want you so badly... I need mi poseedor inside of me..."
Jesus... speaking in Spanglish was driving me insane with lust. I quickly rubbed both of us dry, put Inti into an armlock and frog-marched him into the bedroom. I gave him a shove and he stumbled against the bed.
"¡Tírate al suelo! ¡De rodillas ahora! ¡Agacharte!" (On the floor! On your knees, now! Bend over!, ed.). Inti assumed the position as I grabbed the ring of his screw dildo and strained to remove it. I was breathing hard as his rosebud stretched wide and the base of the plug finally made an appearance. The muscles in my arms bunched with effort as more and more of the gigantic base appeared and finally emerged from his ass. I unscrewed the humongous plug and threw it across the room. I grabbed a jar of Hyperlube and slathered my dark, aching cock with the thick, creamy material. I knelt down behind him, grabbed his hips and thrust myself in, then establishing a brutal rhythm of watching my thick, dark, steel-shod cock disappear up his chute, pull out and slam back in again.
"¡Dale más, Jefe! ¡Dale más!" (Harder, Master! Harder!, ed.) Inti was panting as I piston-fucked my property with abandon. Some time later, I screamed as a massive orgasm ripped through me and I filled my slave's guts with a prodigious quantity of Guatemalan cum.
But I wasn't finished. I slathered my entire arm with Hyperlube and slapped his ass.
Hard.¿Listo, puto? ¡Ahora agarra mi brazo! (Ready, faggot? Now take my arm!, ed.) I slammed my fist into his spasming hole and Inti shrieked as he was penetrated again. Mi esclavo moaned as I ground my arm into him; I was already forearm-deep into his guts. "¡Deja de pelear conmigo, puto!" (Stop fighting me, bitch!, ed.) We both were panting with exertion as I continued to thrust my arm into him; I watched in pleasure as elbow - then my bicep - began to disappear within him - finally, my powerful deltoid was pressed against his asscheeks.
I gave an evil chuckle. "¿Verdad que te gusta, eh? ¿Te gusta mi brazo dentro de ti?" (You like that, huh? You like my arm inside you?, ed.) Inti continued to moan as I twisted my arm and tickled his intestines.
"Sí, Jefe... Gracias, Jefe... Mil gracias Agente..." (Yes Master... Thank you, Master... Thank you so much, Officer..., ed,) Inti panted as I pulled my arm out of his ass and flopped onto my back. Inti slumped onto the floor.
I laughed as I got up on an elbow.
"Whew ... that was fucking INCREDIBLE!!!" I grinned at my husband and reached under him to squeeze his still-erect cock.
"Your turn..."* * *
After an equally prodigious session of getting fucked and fisted by Inti, the two of us climbed into bed and kissed, snuggling together and stroking our bodies.
"You know, amor, I think you're bigger now than you were this morning."
"I thought the same thing, but I just chalked it up to the darker skintone. After all, you got your inspiration from that Pro-Tan competition bronzer. Makes everything look bigger and more defined. I'll ask Zack if he gave me a booster of Transanabol when I was out cold."
Inti yawned. We both were exhausted, but in the best way possible. It was fantastic being an incredibly horny, jacked-up latino cop and having an equally muscular dark-skinned partner with the same ravenous appetites. I could hardly wait for Tony's transformation on Friday.
I pulled the covers over both of us and turned out the light.
* * *
TONY - Friday, 7:30am
Ever since I saw Jesus and Inti making out in the kitchen, I was counting the hours until my own Conversion; now I was here with my partner at Zack's warehouse for my (potentially permanent) transference into an overbuilt and oversexed, bald and ruthless Mexican Federale.
Everything was fairly routine as far as Conversions went; this was the permanent (but reversible) process that included putting the hair on my head to sleep, dyeing my irises, and changing my teeth and prints. The dye smelled much more acrid this time, however. In the span of a couple of hours, I was sporting a new latino face and wearing the same deep caramel skin as Chuy (I had been making a concerted effort to refer to my partner by his new name).
Chuy was leaning against the doorway to the exam room - "You look fucking FANTASTIC, Tony!"
"This is even better than I imagined!"
I was admiring my Darkened self in the mirror and fondling my junk when
Zack came up behind me and snaked his hand around to stroke my abs.
"You want any ink, Tito?"
I
thought about it; I looked incredible and I had already had a
mindblowing orgasm from jerking off to my reflection, but I missed my
tats. I nodded. "Give
me something appropriate for a Mexican cop on my chest, Zack ... I'll
leave it up to you. We can always add more later, right?"
The artist nodded. "Let's
take care of the conditioning and memories first. While you're
assimilating them, I'll find some designs and you can pick one out - sounds
good?"
"Fine with me!"
Zack sat me down in a chair and wrapped some rubber tubing around my bicep; then asked me to make a fist. He tapped the inside of my elbow a few times to bring my already-vascular vein into more definition and injected me with the chemical that would allow the mental changes to take hold. In a few moments, the world started to blur and everything went dark.
* * *
The artist took another syringe off the table and gave Tony (now Tito) a hard look, then decided against it and laid it back down.
"Transanabol?"
"Yep. I think he's fine as he is. I gave you a small booster on Wednesday since Inti is actually a little bigger than you now. I want to keep the both of you the same size." So Inti was right.
Zack tapped my partner on the thigh. "Tony, we're going to do the conditioning now. Stand up for me?"
My partner had a glazed look on his face and struggled to get up; Zack motioned to me to help him stand and all three of us slowly proceeded down the hallway. The artist opened a door to another, smaller, dimmer room and ushered us in.
I never saw this setup before. The room contained two chairs, a padded bench, a computer and a white machine that looked like a large cylinder with giant pair of attached binoculars.
"Have a seat, Tony." My partner staggered over to the chair in front of the machine and plopped down, while Zack attached several electrodes to his now-bald skull.
"Tony, I want to you push your face into the eyepieces of the machine and try not to blink. You're going to see a lot of colored lights and patterns. When the machine shuts down, you can lay on the couch over there and take a nap, okay?"
My partner nodded and followed the directions. Tony settled himself in the chair and pressed his face to the padded area surrounding his eyes. A kaleidoscopic brightness filled his field of vision - modeled on the computer screen - strobing in different and varied patterns. The patterns slowly increased in intensity and speed, and the patrolman's eyes followed the intricate dance of light.
"Wow…That's really pretty…" He murmured.
"That it is…" Zack watched the progress on the computer screen. "The artificial memories and conditioning are compiled, formatted and transmitted through Tony's optic nerves directly into his brain. The sensors he had attached onto his skull are showing the synaptic activity increase as the memories and directives are assimilated."
"So that's how we get all of our background info... wow..."
Zack nodded as he watched Tony's progress. "This equipment is so deep into black ops territory that it doesn't even have a designation. Of course, the government has no idea it exists - what they don't know about, they can't abuse." He paused. "I'm also adding an extensive fluency of Mexican Spanish since that is supposed to be his cradle language, with English being his second." My guess is that something this advanced could have only been developed by the scientists at The Castle - I'll have to ask Uncle Danny the next time I see him.
The duplicated activity on the computer monitor slowed and the lights from the machine dimmed and turned off. Zack removed the electrodes from Tony's head and I helped him over to the bench. The artist stroked his head and gave him a kiss. "All done, Tony. Go to sleep now." My partner closed his eyes and in a few moments was breathing deeply and out like a light.
"How long is he going to be unconscious?"
"About thirty minutes. The extra language skills plus the more extensive conditioning is going make him feel even worse than you did."
"Can I stay here with him?"
Zack nodded. "Of course! Once he's up, come into the kitchen. Caffeine and sugar are the best things for him after this procedure."
* * *
It turned out to be about forty-five minutes. I had been lightly dozing in the dim room when I heard Tito groan.
My partner sat up and put his head in his hands. "Ohhh, shit.... I feel like my head's been used as a soccer ball..."
"I know, Tito. It's rough this time. But believe me, it'll be worth it. C'mon, let's get some food in you."
I helped the nearly-naked latino stand and we slowly made our way down the hallways and into the kitchen.
We were both greeted with the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee - Tito perked up, but still looked terribly haggard. Zack and EJ were in the kitchen and turned to look at us as we staggered in. I helped my partner into a chair and the transformation artist put a large platter of danishes and tarts in front of us.
"How do you feel, Tony?"
My partner let out a deep breath. "A little better than when I woke up. But I still feel like I have a massive hangover. What the hell happened this time?"
"Well, the soporific was different this time because of the volume of the artificial memories you needed to assimilate, plus I needed to insert a complete Mexican Spanish language neural map into your frontal and temporal lobes."
"You remember, EJ, right?"Tito nodded at the handsome asian. "Heya stud. How's Harry?"
EJ was leaning against the counter with a grin on his face. "We're doing fine, thanks! Damn, Zack ... I can see this 'Exchange Program' is going to be great success! These two are so damned erotic with that skin and those bald heads I can hardly keep my hands off of them! You know what latinos do to me!"
Zack sat down at the table and tapped my partner on his arm. "Tony, look at me. 'Banana.' 'Ficus.' 'Lightbulb.' "
Tito's eyes crossed for a moment and he swayed on the chair. "¡Chingame!..." He rubbed his forehead.
Zack continued. "Tony, do you mind introducing yourself to EJ?"
"¿Tony? Yo no soy Tony. Él es mi compañero de intercambio. Ahora está en México." (Tony? I'm not Tony. That's my Exchange partner. He's in Mexico now., ed.) Tito stopped as he realized he was speaking in rapid-fire Spanish. His eyes widened in shock.
"Mi nombre es Agente Mayor Hector Mendoza... I mean, I'm Senior Agent Hector Mendoza of the Mexican National Guard. Me siento, tragarse la lengua. Sorry, I swallowed my tongue... I mean, I got mixed up." Tito was speaking Spanglish with a noticeable Mexican accent. A huge white smile split his face.
I pulled him into a kiss. "¿Y quién es tu oficial al mando en Mexico, mi pedazo de basura guapo?" (and who is your commanding officer in Mexico, my handsome piece of trash?, ed.)
Tito chuckled and stroked my face. "Mi jefe es Subinspector Segundo Adriano Salazar ... puto." (My boss is Subinspector Second Class Adriano Salazar, faggot. ,ed)
We both laughed and kissed. EJ pushed himself off the counter and winked. "I'll be upstairs, fellas." He strolled out of the kitchen, leaving just myself, Tito and Zack.
Zack adjusted his glasses. "So before you were a hot-as-fuck, cocky Mexican Federale, who were you?"
"Tony McLaren. Damn! This conditioning is amazing!" My partner was back to speaking in unaccented English once more.
I nodded. "See? When you're with people in the know - all the guys at the Four-One, Zack, ... and Inti - you can be as much "Tony" or "Tito" as you want. I'm trying to stay more 'Chuy' than 'Charlie' and you should try to be 'Tito' as much as possible, too. Just makes everything easier ... and more authentic!"
The three of us continued to talk and snarf down the pastry and coffee. By the third cup, I could see that Tito was fully recovered.
"Feel good now?"
"Completely back to normal! Better, in fact!"
He pushed back from the table and stood up, rubbing his crotch and grinning. "If you'll excuse me, I believe that asian needs to be 'interrogated.' EJ looks like someone wanted for multiple felonies in Guadalajara - plus he's got that shifty look about him. And if he lies to me, he can expect some rough treatment!"
I laughed and hurried to catch up with him.
* * *
EJ left the warehouse about half an hour later, badly limping, but with a satisfied smile on his face. I headed upstairs to one of the guest rooms where Tito was looking out a window and fondling his cock. He turned around and grinned as I started to strip.
In a few moments, I was naked except for my thong and pulled him into an embrace. We each held each other's bald heads and kissed deeply as we caressed and gripped our hypermuscular bodies. It was incredible how much pleasure two dieseled men could provide to each other. We shucked off our thongs and our fondling grew more frenzied as our steel-shod junk rubbed together.
Tito kneaded my ass. "Damn, Chuy, I've been wanting to do this since Wednesday..."
"Same here, guapo, but Inti had first dibs. But let's not waste any more time... I've been thinking about getting fucked and fisted by a hard-core Mexican Federale since I became a Guatemalan cop!"My partner gave me a deep kiss and spun me around. "On your knees, puto!"
I got on all fours while the Mexican opened a jar of Hyperlube and spread it over his thick and dark ten-incher. He grabbed my hips and thrust in.
* * *
We were both extremely sore but also extremely happy when we came downstairs wearing just our pouches. We had penetrated each other multiple times in multiple ways and we stripped the heavily cum-stained sheets off the bed after we were done. Our semen-soaked thongs joined the pile of dirty laundry and we grabbed a new pair of thongs/posing pouches - black this time. Lucky for us that Zack kept a hefty (and variously colored) supply of the skimpy underwear at his place.
"Zack? Where are you? Zack??"
"I'm in the ink room!" came the faint reply. We moved through the warehouse until we got to the location where Zack applied the nano-dye tattoos to his creations. There was an operating table with a complicated framework of multiple mechanical arms and lights above it.
"I've picked out a couple of designs I think you'd like, Tito. Here they are. I think we should start with a chest or an arm, but not both. If you change your mind, removing it will also take off all the other nano-dye and that is going to give your skin a blotchy appearance unless we clean you completely off and start from scratch again."
Zack had done a great job - there were several skull-type designs with eagles and jaguars included, a few grim reapers, some hands in prayer (like the ones on his chest), starbursts, and some cruciform crosses.
"I like that one" - he pointed to one of the starbursts. This one had a yin-yang symbol in the middle.
"Let's do a digital version first. The artist brought up an image of Tony's chest on the computer screen and placed the design onto his left pec.
"What do you think?"Tito made a face. "I'm not sure. Can I see that grim reaper instead?
"Sure!" Zack brought up another image of my partner with the different design and put them side by side.
Tito shook his head. "I'm still not sure, Zack..."
"What about this one?" Zack brought up another image of Tony with a different tattoo. This was sort of an Aztec mandala with a skull in the middle. This was the the closest design to Tony's original chest tattoo.
"Yeah! That looks the best!"
"Great! Hop onto the table, arms at your sides, close your eyes and relax."Tito stretched himself out onto the table and Zack typed some commands into the computer console. In a moment, several articulated metal arms descended and began outlining the design on the dark-skinned chest. Some of the arms retracted while new ones came down and continued the complex illustration. Finally, a hairdryer came down and blew warm air over the new tattoo and then withdrew as well. Tito hopped off the table and looked at his reflection in a large mirror.
My Mexican partner looked down at the blackwork adorning his chest. "Fuck yeah! ¡Uf, sí! ¡Qué pasada! ("Fuck yeah! That's incredible!", ed.) Thanks Zack!"
"My pleasure, bud!" He turned to me. "You want any ink yet, Chuy?"
I shook my head.
"No, but some of those designs would look great on my arms." I looked at my watch.
"Hey, we should get going! Tito and I are on third watch!"We each gave Zack several deep kisses with plenty of tongue action before we headed back upstairs to get dressed.
* * *
Chuy - Friday - 4:01pm
The two of us left the warehouse and made the long walk to the subway and back to the precinct. As before, we reveled in the lascivious looks we got loping down the street and on the train and we definitely put on a show of flexing and displaying our assets to multiple audiences. We spoke quietly in Spanish and I was telling him how we would surprise Inti
(again) tonight with Tony's
(now Tito's) appearance as a Mexican
Federale.
About an hour later, we arrived at the Four-One. The locker room went deathly quiet as we entered and Tito placed a piece of tape over the 'McLaren' label on his locker with 'Mendoza'. This was followed by a round of cheers and applause as Tito and I stripped out of our civvies and into our NYPD uniforms.
Roll call went smoothly, and Jamie introduced 'Hector Mendoza' as the new addition to the Four-One and the second trial member of our new Exchange Program. 'Tito' was part of the Mexican National Guard and had been a Federale based in Ciudad Obregón before the various police forces had been consolidated in 2019.
After a few hours on our beat, we headed into Martino's diner for some coffee and took a booth in the back for privacy.
I winced as I sat down. "Damn, that was some fisting you gave me, guapo." I squirmed to get into a more comfortable position.
Tito reached out and stroked my arm. "Sorry, tesoro - I guess I got carried away. I'll be more gentle next time."
I grinned at his discomfiture. "Nah, you know I like it brutal, Tito. Being as stacked and jacked as we are now, we know we can go full-bore without actually hurting each other."
He smiled. "I still can't believe how fantastic becoming a dieseled latino cop feels! And looking like a dirt-trade male whore on the prowl too! The new conditioning is just amazing - I'm ME, but I'm 'Tito' as well - it's such a relief being myself! Inti really knew how incredible being like this is!"
He took a sip of the battery acid that passed for coffee. "Can you image what Dani's reaction is gonna be when we show up at the Greasetank? He'll absolutely flip! I'm sure he never thought this would be the result of his training Mattie as a stable stud! Not one, not two, but THREE hairless, hypersexed and hyper-ripped dirt-trade hispanic hustlers!!"
I squeezed his hand. "Neither did I... I never thought Mattie would take to the slave training like he did and I didn't think I wouldn't mind him selling himself to multiple guys in back alleys or gay bars for a few bucks, either..."
I paused. "I never imagined he'd stop thinking of himself as 'Mattie' , but he has. So have I. And I don't mind that one bit. He never changes his tats any more, because he knows he's truly just a slave. He's totally 'Inti' now - our property. "
Tito licked his lips. "Speaking of 'back alleys', Chuy... you interested in a little action before we go back on duty?"
I gave him a wicked smile.
* * *
We paid our bill and left the diner. Outside, the sky was a velvety blackness and the cooler night weather prickled our dark caramel-colored skins. Two blocks over from Martino's, a long service alley ran behind a number of commercial buildings; the dim utility lights cast pools of fitful illumination amongst the deep shadows and industrial dumpsters.
Tito knelt down on the concrete in front of me and unzipped my pants. He reached in and pulled out my prong already semi-hard with anticipation. My partner held onto my hips below the duty belt and licked the tip as salty pre-cum dripped out of my cock. I moaned as bolts of pleasure shot through me as he continued to lave my shaft with his tongue. I stroked his bald head.
"Ayyyy...qué rico se siente eso, Tito...más... más...¡Qué mamón tu eres!" (Mmmm...that feels so incredibly good, Tito... more... more... What a cocksucker you are! ,ed.) My hands moved to my partner's shoulders as his moved to my ass. Smoothly, I thrust my cock down his throat until my balls rested against his chin; then I started a slow R&B rhythm as my duty belt jingled and I gently skullfucked my partner in the dark.
* * *
Our watch was completely uneventful and we continued our beat until the sun came up over the brick apartment houses. We had decided - like on Wednesday - that we'd head over to the duplex in our uniforms and surprise Inti with his 'new and improved'
copropietario. I texted Sarge what would be doing and we headed to the train.
Tito and I grinned at each other as we caught more of the furtive looks directed at us on the street and in the subway - of course, we acknowledged all them with a brilliant white smile and a wink and more often than not, a none-too-subtle motion of our caramel-skinned hands caressing and squeezing our crotches.
It was about 10:00am when we arrived back in Manhattan and ambled over to the duplex Inti and I shared. I motioned Tito to follow me around the back of the building and gently pushed him against the wall, giving him a deep kiss as I stroked his bald head. We both were painfully erect and our steel-encircled packages were making obscenely obvious bulges in our pants. The highly illicit PDA in uniform had both of hard and leaking.
"You know what Tito? Being like this
is the perfect compromise! We're not black thugs, but fucking dark
latino cops who could easily be mistaken for criminals. Or maricónes like Inti! Plus, our accents are flawless! This opens up a
whole new set of alternatives for us, guapo!"
Tito returned my kiss as our tongues dueled for supremacy. We finally broke apart for air. My partner continued to stroke my hairless head; his rough fingers sent bolts of pleasure crackling through my body.
My partner was grinning from ear to ear. "You're missing the ACTUAL extent and consequences of this new 'Exchange Program', Chuy..."
He paused. IF Cap lets us stay this way - and I hope to God he will - we'll be like this most of the time - hot, oversexed, caramel-skinned hispanic cops with definite cocky and authoritarian tendencies... then, when we get a Conversion assignment, we become murderous and unrepentant black motherfucking felons!! And THEN, we return to being patruellos latinos chingónes! (badass latino cops, ed.) We'll never be white policemen ever again!"
That realization hit me like a ton of bricks. The thought of never again being a nobody white cop - or just a white man - hadn't penetrated my thinking until Tito voiced it..
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! This IS a dream come true!" I kissed him again.
"Let's go up introduce you to Inti! I know all three of us are going to be limping this weekend!"
Tony chuckled. "That's why I asked Sarge to give us PTO tomorrow!"
* * *
Tito and I quietly entered the apartment. I put my finger to my lips and listened hard for any sounds. It was quiet, but after a few moments, I heard some the rattling of some dishes and Inti humming a tune.
"He's in the kitchen." I whispered and motioned him to follow me.
The two us walked stealthily through the hallway and stopped outside the kitchen. I peeked around the corner to see Inti at the refrigerator. I motioned Tito to wait as he closed the door and made his way over to the table, facing the patio (and away from us). He was wearing a green Underarmour compression tee and a pair of short cutoff jeans that barely covered his muscular thighs.
We stepped into the entranceway and I loudly cleared my throat.
Inti turned and the shock on his face was
priceless. His mouth dropped open in astonishment as we both laughed and grinned.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing!!" Inti rushed over and gave me a strong embrace and hard kiss, then turned to Tito, subjecting him to a lascivious once-over.
"Na me parei o diavolos..." (Well, fuck me... ,ed.)
He reached out to stroke my partner's bald head and Tito pulled him into his arms and pressed his lips hard onto Inti's mouth; his rough hands slid down Inti's back to cup our slave's hard-muscled ass.
The embrace lasted until they both needed to breathe.
"Inti, I'd like you to meet my partner, Senior Agent Hector Mendoza of the Mexican National Guard - an ex-Federale. 'Tito' for short. Formerly the white NYPD cop known as 'Tony McLaren'. And your new copropietario."The two chuckled at my Prince reference.
"How long will you be here, Torín?"
Tito gave him a puzzled look. "That's the common nickname for 'Hector' in Navarre..."
"At least six months, if Chuy and I play our cards right."
"... and if Cap permits us do a permanent Conversion, we'll never be white guys again! We'd just switch between bald, hot-blooded latino cops and ghetto-bred black felons!
Tito added. "With a serious addiction to cock, whatever we are!!"
Inti exhaled. "Jesus... that would be incredible!"
"I figured we should spend time together - today and tonight.We all should see how three dirt-trade, jacked-up latino sex machines work together!"
Tito and Inti laughed and kissed again.
"Sounds like a great idea, amor! I can't wait to have my new poseedor fill my ass with his pija y puño!" (cock and fist, ed.)
The ex-Federale grinned. "I also let Dani know about the new 'Exchange Program' and he'd can't wait to meet Chuy and Tito in person! In fact, he's reserved the studio at the Greasetank tomorrow for us!"
"¡Te encanta exhibirte, guapo!" (You are such a showoff, handsome!, ed.)
Tito shrugged and winked. "¡Oye, soy mexicano! ¿Qué esperabas?" (Hey, I'm Mexican! What do you expect?, ed.)
"Why don't we do my 'graduation' again, with Tito being the 'graduate' ? After all, we'll have two Guatemalans and a black motherfucker pounding a cocky Mexican into submission... and then rewarding him for his performance!" Inti paused. "NO masks ... and live streaming!!!"
Tito laughed and nodded. "I love it! You've got a wicked mind, Inti!"
Inti gave us a bright white smile. "I get that from my masters. Ellos son cerdos. (They are swine, ed) Strip off those uniforms and let's have some fun!"
* * *
These AI tools are fantastic! Of course, they're not 100% perfect, but they are helping the creative juices more than I ever thought possible! Some artifacts are quite funny too. When I was generating Tito and Chuy in their NYPD uniforms standing together, sometimes one character was noticeably trimmer than the other. When I wrote:
revise the image and make the second policeman more muscular
I got an image back of a more powerful Tito without a shirt just with NYPD police patches on his deltoids!
Other times, I ask for a "view from head to toe" or "zoom out" and I get a deer-in-the-headlights response with the same picture being returned. (Hint, to get around this [sometimes], open the AI in another browser, not the same browser in a new window).
I tend to create a LOT more images than I wind up using, but that's a good thing - I get to see which image best suits the content of the story and I don't have to settle any more!
So in this installment, I've set up Charlie (as Chuy) and Tony (as Tito) as rough-and-tumble hispanic cops with the possibility of these two (and potentially more patrolmen at the Four-One) becoming just like them and the possibility of remaining bald latinos permanently... this is really opening up some additional plotlines for me to explore!
So stay tuned for more about Inti, Jesus and Hector!
