#mindtf

"…Sir?" The traffic officer says this while staring intently at Ryker, who is leaning against an impressive red sports car. "Did you… did you hear anything I said, sir?"

But Ryker doesn't answer.

Instead, he takes a cigar from his shirt pocket and lights it ceremoniously, without haste, taking a few deep drags to prevent it from going out. Then he raises his head slightly and lets out a puff of smoke with a satisfied expression, before looking directly into the officer's eyes.

"Sir?" The officer repeats, with a perplexed expression.

"Something about speeding?" He replies without much interest.

"Yes, sir." The officer says, relieved that Ryker is finally listening to him. "You were going 90 in a 50 zone, sir. That's speeding. That's why I stopped you."

"Some cars are just built to go fast, officer…"

"Wilson. Charles Wilson." Officer Wilson replies without thinking. "And that's no reason to break the law, sir. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a hefty fine. Can I have the car's registration papers?"

"To be honest, Officer Wilson, I haven't the faintest idea where the papers are. The car isn't mine, a friend… lent it to me." Ryker adds with a strange smile, as if he found a funny joke that only he knew.

"Can we call that friend of yours, sir?"

"He is… out of town. I don't think he'll answer the phone." That strange smile again. This time it's because Ryker knows that if the officer knew what really happened to the car's owner, he'd speed away.

But that's a story for another time.

"Then I'm afraid that apart from the fine I'll have to call a tow truck to remove the car, sir, until the owner can claim it." Wilson says as he begins typing on a device in his hand.

"Well, that's not going to happen, officer." Ryker says naturally and confidently, while placing an imperative hand on the traffic officer's shoulder.

"What the…? Sir?"

"You see, Charlie." As he speaks, the smoke from his cigar floats directly towards the officer's face. He can't help but inhale it.. "I can't let you do that, it's not convenient for me right now."

"Wha… what's going on… can't… move…"

"Be quiet for a bit, Charlie, I'll fix this in a moment."

Ryker takes a deep drag on his cigar, then lets out a puff of smoke, which forces its way through Charlie's nose and mouth, deep into his lungs. Deep into his mind.

"Ughn…."

The officer's eyes turn gray.

"I think, Charlie, my boy, that you and I are going to be very good friends. We're men, and men should take care of each other, right?" Ryker says in a casual but commanding tone, looking into the officer's empty eyes.

"Friends… take care… of men…"

"That's idea, Charley, good boy."

Ryker stares at his toy for a moment.

He's sure that what he's done is more than enough to avoid the fine, but… why stop there? It's not like a predator to play with its prey only to let it escape without claiming it.

Ryker moves even closer to his new toy. The cigar smoke floats around them in a surreal and otherworldly way, drifting in and out of the officer's body and mind, clinging to every inch of his body.

Meanwhile, Ryker continues talking to him, molding his mind to his liking with commands that his toy's brain is unable to register, but which are engraved in his being.

Ryker doesn't stop until he's satisfied.

"Whoa… what the…" Seconds later, Officer Wilson… Charlie… regains consciousness, feeling as if he had just suffered a very slight dizziness.

"Are you ok, Charlie?" Ryker asks with convincing concern.

"Yes, Sir." Charlie replies, emphasizing the 'Sir' almost like a soldier would. "For a moment I didn't feel like myself… and the world was spinning, Sir. But I am ok now."

"Good to hear, Charlie."

"What… what was I doing, Sir? I can't remember."

"You were giving me a ticket, Charlie."

"What?! That make no sense, Sir. I would never…"

Then Charlie looks at the device in his hand.

"Never… Oh… oh no…"

"What's wrong, boy?"

"I… I…"

Charlie starts to tremble.

"I've given you a ticket, Sir!" I'm… damn… I'm sorry!" He exclaims, sobbing. "How could I have even thought of that?! How could I be so stupid!"

Ryker was surprised because he hadn't expected it. He thought he had started influencing the officer before he finished entering the ticket into the system.

"No big deal, boy. Just cancel it."

"I… I can't, Sir! Once it's entered into the server, we can't cancel it. We… we'd have to fill out a series of forms explaining why… and it could take much longer than the time available to pay the fine, Sir! I am so sorry!"

Charlie bursts into tears, filled with regret.

"Charlie, It is fine." Ryker says in a comforting tone. "We can fix this."

"R… really? how, Sir?"

Ryker approaches his toy and puts his arm around his shoulder.

"It's easy, boy. You want to fix it, right?"

"OF COURSE, SIR!" Charlie exclaims firmly.

"Then all you have to do is pay the fine yourself."

"Oh… oh! Of course! Will you let me do that for you, Sir?!"

"Of course, you are such a good boy."

"Thank you, Sir!"

"No problem. But, Charlie…"

"Yes, Sir?" The officer replies, puzzled.

"Although we were able to find a solution, what happened today wasn't right, you understand, right?" Although Ryker speaks in a casual tone, his voice sounds simultaneously demanding, confident, and firm.

"Y… yes, Sir, I understand. What can I do?"

Ryker moves even closer to his toy. Their faces are so close that their lips almost touch, causing Charlie to begin panting softly with pure arousal.

"You're going to make it up to me, boy." Ryker says. It's not a suggestion, it's not an option. It's an undeniable fact, period. "Tonight. As soon as you finish your shift. My place. No excuses."

For a split second, a tiny voice tells him that ​​going to Ryker's house in the middle of the night seems absurd, a fucking crazy idea, but that voice is silenced, and is lost forever in a dense fog that smells of masculinity, before Charlie's brain can register it.

"Y… yes, Sir! Of course, thank you for…!"

"Shut up and come here, boy."

Ryker seals his toy's voice with a steamy kiss.

Former Officer Wilson would be surprised and disgusted, but Charlie gives himself over completely, hoping to satisfy Ryker even a fraction of the pleasure he himself is feeling at this moment, while the cigar smoke flows freely from Ryker's lungs into those of his toy.

Hours pass.

Charlie completes his shift as normal, or so he thinks.

Some of his coworkers tell him he smells like cigar smoke, but he thinks it's normal, even obvious. Little do they know that he'll never be able to get rid of that smell no matter how much he showers. It's become a part of him.

Others notice that Charlie has been aroused all day, with an erection and a wet spot on his pants barely concealed by their color, although they don't say anything to him.

Again, Charlie thinks it's normal… something inside tells him that's what's expected of him all day long as he longs to meet his… his…

After a half-hour drive, Charlie arrives in Ryker's neighborhood.

Upon checking his mobile phone, the officer sees that his partner has not responded to the message in which he said that he would not be returning home that night.

He's probably in for a nasty scolding when he gets there.

He doesn't care.

Charlie puts his phone on airplane mode.

Nothing will disrupt his efforts to make up for his mistakes.

With his cell phone forgotten in his pocket, Charlie heads with a determined stride to Ryker's house, ready to do whatever it takes until he forgets the affront of that morning.