A Lesson In Respect: Part Three

A big thanks has to go out to my buddy Soul Controller for beta-reading and giving suggestions, he was really instrumental in helping me fine-tune this part of the story.

There were many things Joseph missed about being in his own body: he missed being physically larger and stronger than most, he missed having women fighting over each other to get his attention, and he missed not having to deal with being attracted to the male form. It was a sad truth that while he was trapped in the body of Andy, a skinny twink with an insatiable lust for larger men, Joseph was no longer intimidating nor the subject of any woman’s desire. His lack of intimidation had been made unpleasantly clear when he’d caught the bus (oh, how he missed his police cruiser) and ended up squeezed in between a number of muscular guys who didn’t even seem to notice that he existed! Had he been in his own body, Joseph would have put them to shame, but he was a mere shell of himself and could hardly have even matched up to a teenager. Given his days were populated by numerous emasculating moments like that, it wasn’t surprising for the former cop to still find himself struggling to pick up the pieces a full week after he’d been body-swapped.

Indeed, the previous seven days had formed perhaps the most turbulent week of Joseph’s life for a number of reasons. While he wouldn’t dare say that he’d never experienced hardship - despite what people said, straight white men had it tough too - absolutely nothing in Joseph’s history could quite match up to the sudden robbery of his body and way of life. Although the once-proud cop did his best to continue on with his head held high, desperate not to expose his vulnerabilities to the man who had stolen his body, it was much easier said than done. Whenever he was in the presence of the impostor he felt like a deer in the headlights of oncoming traffic; terror wormed its way through his mind and left him desperately clinging to the vestiges of his masculinity and resolve.

The two men had only met up a couple of times since the exchange, but both of those encounters had left Joseph flustered and angry at himself for a very simple reason: he always ended up sporting a hard-on in response to the muscular body that sat across from him. Joseph didn’t think it was necessarily all that bad that he found himself attractive (although the entire force had loved to taunt the buff cop for his obsession with checking himself out in any reflective surface), and he’d always enjoyed checking out his strong muscles in the mirror, but it was different when he was admiring from an exterior perspective. It felt undeniably homosexual and that was a struggle for the proud straight man to accept. He didn’t want to have such urges, but his temporary body refused to bend to his wishes. Andy’s body couldn’t be mistaken for smuggling a weapon in the crotch of his pants, as his cock was only five and a half inches fully hard, but the arousal that pulsated through the smaller body had Joseph’s heart beating faster nonetheless. Suffice to say, he was an absolute mess!

Joseph had done his best in those first few days to hold out against the desperate urges to pleasure himself, but eventually his resolve crumbled and he found himself lost in a tornado of lust. The subject of his desires? His real body, of course, with the hard-earned muscles straining the fabric of his uniform in numerous places, and the proud bulge sitting just below the loaded belt. He did his best to rationalise that what he was doing still counted as masturbation, but a creeping voice in the back of Joseph’s head reminded him that he still had his hands around another man’s cock and that was undeniably the action of a gay man.

Still overwhelmed with shame at his deeds, Joseph had tried his hardest to keep it a secret from Andy, but the other man had coaxed it out of him with relative ease. It was a cruel truth that Joseph was intimidated by the other man - only, of course, because Andy was now physically superior for as long as he was in Joseph’s rightful body, and not because the other was actually any more of a man than him - and that intimidation encouraged him to be more honest than he was planning to be. His cheeks burned with shame as the impostor mocked him for his narcissism and inability to hold out from self-pleasure like he’d insisted that he would, but his weak attempts to argue back died out quickly. Andy completely dominated the conversation and once again Joseph was left at his mercy, loathing every moment of it, but also turned on beyond belief.

To try and distract himself from the fact that Andy was taking his body to a high school reunion and no doubt causing chaos that he would have to fix at some point down the road, Joseph begrudgingly accepted an invitation for a “girls and gays night in” with some of Andy’s friends. He’d met a number of them while at work (he’d called in sick for the first few days after the swap, but eventually saw Andy’s job as a store assistant to be a method of passing the days quicker), and although they were the only source of friendly conversation he’d had since being forced into the body swap, Joseph still didn’t feel totally comfortable around them. It didn’t help that the girls all wanted to talk about boys and the two other guys were in a relationship and had no qualms about public displays of affection. If he hadn’t been so desperate for any type of human connection that didn’t involve a heavy helping of humiliation, Joseph would have turned down the invitation in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, he couldn’t deny his loneliness any longer.

“We’re so sorry for leaving you outside the club last weekend,” a redheaded girl (Amber, he soon learned) with a round face and a button nose declared, almost as soon as Joseph had arrived at her tiny apartment. She immediately threw her arms around him as she spoke, refusing to let him go for what seemed to last for hours (but in actuality was just a few seconds). “Why didn’t you tell us that some meathead cop was flexing his privilege over you?” Apparently the story of Joseph arresting Andy outside of the club had finally begun to spread thanks to the various onlookers that had been at the scene. Joseph couldn’t help but wonder what the moment of the body swap had looked like to those outside of the vehicle. Could they tell that something was wrong?

“Was he at least a hot meathead cop?” Jay, one of the few other openly gay men in their small town, asked as Amber led Joseph into the living room by the hand. He was tall and lean, with a runner’s build and a prominent tattoo of a rose on his forearm. It seemed that Joseph had been the last to arrive, and he was met by sympathetic eyes from everyone but Jay and his boyfriend Clark (much chunkier in build, but still undeniably handsome), both of whom were smirking at the question that lingered in the air. Despite his irritation at the question, Joseph couldn’t help but blush slightly as he recalled the intimidating sight of his own body decked out in full uniform, and his reaction apparently gave away his answer. Jay whistled in approval and Clark giggled, although Amber and the other girls seemed less amused and continued to fuss over Joseph for almost twenty whole minutes. It was more than a little overwhelming, so he was glad when the conversation finally shifted away from him, even if it was instead about a new remix album from some popstar Joseph had never actually heard of.

“The consumption of a couple delicious and fruity cocktails helped Joseph loosen up, which was surprising to the man given the fact that he had almost exclusively been a beer and whiskey drinker back in his own body. Apparently Andy’s body had a much lower threshold for alcohol than his own did, so after just a few hours at the small gathering, Joseph was actually starting to have fun and embrace the company of Andy’s friends. Somebody had turned on some music, and to Joseph’s surprise, he quickly found himself unconsciously shifting his shoulders in time to the infectious bubblegum pop beat. He knew that this type of song would have been an instant channel changer if it had come on the radio while he was in the police cruiser, but the man found himself ignoring that fact as he had never felt so relaxed in the days after the swap. What good was it to remember those memories and just bum himself out when he so desperately wanted to feel good?

The deeper into the night they got, the more obvious Jay and Clark became with their affections, and as the clock approached midnight, there was barely any space between the two men. Joseph found himself watching with rapt attention as Clark climbed onto his boyfriend’s lap and began kissing him with the sort of intense passion that was usually reserved for moments of privacy. Such an open display of homosexuality should have turned Joseph’s stomach, but it twisted his gut into a knot for a completely different reason. Rather than being disgusted by the display, it awoke a deep longing within Joseph: why couldn’t he be the one who was straddling Jay? By that point, the once-straight man was too many drinks deep to really care about the foreignness of his new desires, although he was suddenly irritated at being surrounded by people because he was desperate to give his cock some much needed attention.

As luck would have it, the Uber driver who arrived to collect a tipsy Joseph from Amber’s apartment and deliver him safely back to the tiny ground-floor flat that Andy was renting happened to be a prime slice of muscular beef, and Joseph’s heart rate had immediately escalated upon seeing the stud in the driver’s seat. The man was only wearing a tank top, so Joseph was treated to the sight of his powerful shoulders and his sturdy arms while he had one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear stick. Watching Jay and Clark had already put the cop-turned-twink into a state of arousal, but having such masculine beauty on clear display was almost too much for him. Just a simple attempt at adjusting his slumping pair of booty shorts had caused him to bite down on his lip to stifle a moan as his hand accidentally grazed against the top of his dick head. He was already so painfully hard and it would still be another fifteen minutes before he was safely home and could take care of himself!

Much to his surprise though, the driver didn’t just drop him off at the sidewalk outside of his flat, but switched off the vehicle’s engine and turned to the passenger in the backseat. Joseph had caught the man glaring into the rear-view mirror a number of times throughout the drive and suddenly the possibility dawned upon him that the other man might have identified him as being one of the “local queers”. Considering the weak body he was currently trapped in, Joseph knew there was little he’d be able to do to defend himself from an attack, but mercifully it didn’t take long for the driver’s true intentions to become clear. His menacing glares had instead shifted into something much closer to arrogance, although he continued to regard Joseph as if he was nothing more than dirt. “Look bro, my girl isn’t putting out and I’m desperate to get my cock sucked,” the driver announced, “A homo like you isn’t really my first choice, but I can tell you’re willing and able, so what about it?”

Although softened up by his night of drinking, Joseph felt as if he had been slapped in the face. Was the Uber driver actually asking him to suck his cock - and why oh why was Joseph actually considering accepting? His throat suddenly felt very dry and he had to swallow just to try and find his voice. The hesitation only served to irritate the other man, who demanded an answer or for the twink to get out of the car and stop wasting his time. Forced to come to a conclusion without any chance for rational thought, Joseph caved into his desires and invited the man into his home.

Immediately upon entering, the man - who Joseph later learned was named Chad upon giving him a much-deserved five star rating - took control immediately. He demanded to be led to the living room, and once there he threw himself down onto the sofa and undid the zipper on his jeans. Moments later he had freed his hard length from the constraints of his boxers and Joseph gasped softly at the impressive sight of Chad’s manhood. He had to be at least eight inches, if not more! Joseph wasn’t permitted much time to admire the sight though, as Chad’s hands were soon in his hair and forcing his lips down around his cock.

Unsurprisingly, Joseph struggled to take in the incredible length on his first go and was left spluttering after almost gagging on the thick shaft. His poor performance only served to make the driver irate. “Get your shit together, for fuck’s sake,” the more powerfully built man spat before forcing Joseph back down onto his cock.

It took some time but eventually Joseph was able to harness some level of muscle memory from Andy’s days in the twinkish body, and the process of sucking Chad’s cock became much less difficult as a result. There was certainly a definite thrill to the situation, with Joseph feeling as if he was Eve taking a bit of the forbidden fruit. Despite very much taking the submissive role in the scenario, the man couldn’t deny that he felt more daring than he had been during the entire last week. If anything, it was the closest he had felt to being himself, although sucking a cock was a long way away from chasing down drug dealers or breaking up bar fights. Those actions made Joseph feel like a hero; this, not so much. He was anything but proud of himself for his behaviour, although pride had been a foreign concept to the cop from the moment he’d been forced into Andy’s waifish body.

When Chad finally hit his climax, he kept his grip tight in Joseph’s hair and forced the once-proud straight man to take the full extent of his load. The salty taste flooded Joseph’s mouth and down his throat , with the ferocity of Chad’s explosion triggering his own orgasm. Without so much as touching himself (let alone even daring to ask Chad to touch him), he had managed to cum just from being used like he was little more than a sex toy or a glory hole in some seedy public restroom. It was equal parts mortifying and exhilarating, and when the other man finally removed his cock from between Joseph’s lips, the disgraced cop wasn’t sure there was anything he could say that would encapsulate the confusing spiral of emotions he was experiencing in that moment.

The two men remained in silence for several minutes, with their heavy breathing the only source of noise in the room. Chad returned his softening cock to his boxers and zipped his pants back up, all while Joseph remained slack-jawed on his knees. He was definitely in shock, but was also still riding an incredible high, and as such barely even noticed when Chad rose to his feet and made his way out of the living room. It was only the sound of the door opening that snapped Joseph back to reality and he found words leaving his mouth before he could even help himself: “Can’t you stay?”

Despite the uncharacteristic vulnerability Joseph had unwittingly exposed, his appeal was met only by abrasive laughter from the other man. “Why the fuck would I do that? I’m not a fucking homo,” Chad snapped, glancing back towards Joseph with a look that could only be described as full of disgust. The intensity of that expression struck Joseph like a physical blow, leaving him short of breath and with his stomach twisting into a knot. As the door slammed close and brought a sudden end to the night, Joseph was left to wonder just what the hell he was doing with himself.

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In the days that followed, Joseph was flooded with an intense shame that simply wouldn’t subside no matter how hard he tried to push it down. It wasn’t just that he’d sucked another man’s cock - although that alone felt like a betrayal to his true self - but rather that he had so pathetically requested for Chad to stick around, as if they were going to do more than what they’d already done. To say that the whole experience had left Joseph troubled would be a severe understatement, but there was one frustrating thought that continued to badger him at every moment: he’d enjoyed sucking Chad off, so much so that he wanted to do it again. Hell, it didn’t even need to be Chad! As long as it was a guy with a nice big dick, he’d be happy.

I’m so fucked up, Joseph thought miserably to himself. He was terrified of how Andy would react should he find out, and judging from their few encounters since the swap, Joseph knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide it from him. The other man wormed his way through every defense he attempted to put up, so what was even the point? It was that frustration and helplessness that really got to Joseph. He’d never experienced anything like it before in his life, and now he felt permanently trapped within a state of uncertainty. Was this how guys like Andy lived their whole lives? What a sad existence.

Getting sick of the oppressive four walls of Andy’s bedroom, the humiliated former cop decided that it was in his best interest to get some fresh air. He picked up a small cappuccino from a nearby cafe and then made his way towards a local park that he used to sometimes patrol back when he was on duty in his original body. The clock had just ticked past six o’clock in the evening and that meant that the park would likely be lacking in people, with most couples out to dinner and the families having retreated home following their afternoon picnics. The fresh fall air was nothing short of a blessing, although Joseph had been forced to cover his much skinnier body with a heavy jacket in order to stave off the cool temperatures that previously wouldn’t have bothered the bulky police officer quite so much. Even little reminders like that of what he had lost made him frustrated, so he decided to try and shut off his thoughts for a while by listening to some music. Andy’s cell phone was loaded up with a number of generic-sounding pop tunes like the ones they had been listening to at Amber’s get together, and much like his surprise the night prior, Joseph was surprised to find that the songs actually sounded rather pleasant to his ear. He chose not to put too much thought into why his tastes had shifted, as that train of thought would surely lead nowhere good.

Of course, as luck had seemingly abandoned Joseph for good, his innocent walk through the park would not go undisturbed. He had been so caught up in his enjoyment of the music that he hadn’t even noticed the presence rapidly approaching from his right until they were just a few feet away. Turning his head slightly, Joseph prepared to glare at whoever dared to approach him with such haste but instead found himself jolted into a sudden anxiety. Looking up, his eyes soon stared directly into a pair of reflective sunglasses that immediately reminded Joseph of his weaker new body. As his vision continued to move around and take in the hulking figure standing directly in front of him, he quickly realized that the new arrival was none other than Andy himself. A smug grin was already stretched across the faux police officer’s unfairly handsome face. My handsome face, Joseph reminded himself. It really wouldn’t do to forget that.

“Andy, buddy! What a great surprise! What’s got you out and about this evening, huh?” There was an mocking tone barely disguised within the booming voice and Joseph winced, already anticipating the verbal torture he would be placed under for the duration of their conversation. While he’d had almost ten full days to get used to people calling him Andy, it continued to feel foreign and unwelcoming. Because it’s not and will never be my name, Joseph reminded himself. It was a simple thing but he couldn’t lose sight of it. The moment he started to respond to the other man’s name like it was his own was the moment he had truly lost himself, and he wouldn’t allow that. He wasn’t admitting defeat to a homo!

“What, am I not even allowed to go for a walk anymore?” Joseph challenged bitterly, doing his best to remain confident despite being physically smaller than his conversation partner by quite a considerable amount. That was still much easier said than done and despite his best efforts, Joseph’s heart betrayed him by thundering in his chest like he was in immediate danger. Given Andy’s often unpredictable acts in their previous encounters, the former cop supposed that he couldn’t exactly rule that possibility out completely either.

“Ooh, someone’s touchy today! What’s got you so upset, huh? No new Drag Race episode? Gaga didn’t reply to your tweet?” The other men clearly relished in tormenting him, judging by the cruel grin that was spread across his handsome face. “Come on buddy, you can talk to me. I’m your friendly neighborhood cop, everybody loves me!” As he spoke, the impostor subtly flexed the muscles in his arms and Joseph couldn’t help but stare lustfully at how the sleeves of his uniform tightened around those massive guns.

Joseph wondered how much trouble he’d be in for trying to walk away, because being subject to the other’s mockery was a fate worse than anything he’d ever endured. The only thing that kept him rooted to the spot was the sliver of hope that if he just played along and let Andy have his fun without retaliation the other would eventually get bored and switch them back. He had to believe that would be the case because the other possibility was simply too depressing to consider for any amount of time.

Despite his reluctance to allow the conversation to continue, there was something that Joseph felt inclined to ask about. The last time he’d been blessed with the other’s presence, Andy had announced that he’d be attending Joseph’s highly anticipated high school reunion in his place. Once upon a time Joseph had been the most popular guy in school - captain of the football team, prom king, and voted Most Likely To Cover Men’s Health - and he’d been looking forward to having praise lumped upon him by his old school friends, but that was just another pleasure that Andy had robbed him of. “The reunion… did you embarrass me?” he asked in a depressingly timid voice, while he struggled to maintain eye contact with his own hazel eyes.

“Embarrass? Fuck no, dude, I was the life of the party!” the other retorted, following his remark with a booming laugh. “I will say though, your classmates were pretty shocked to find out that big bad Joseph Messer turned out to be a homo.”

Joseph’s heart skipped a beat and the colour drained from his face, leaving him as white as a sheet. His worst fears had become a reality. Andy had irreversibly damaged his reputation by lying so publicly! It would be all over town in a few days. He was screwed! The other man’s laughter intensified, sending Joseph into a fury. “This isn’t funny! You’re ruining my life, don’t you get that?”

“Do you know who did get it? Caleb Osworth. Do you remember him? Cute face, great ass. Apparently he was a wide receiver on the school team or something? Let me tell you know, he’s still damn good at receiving!” Joseph balked. He of course remembered Caleb, and he’d always had his suspicions that the other wasn’t quite as interested in the girls he dated as he seemed to be on the surface. If he’d been there to hear Andy’s announcement… “Oh man, you should see your face right now! This is comedy gold!”

Although he’d tried his best to hold them back, tears had sprung up into Joseph’s eyes at the mere thought of the damage Andy had done to him. “Why are you doing this to me?!” he cried out desperately while wiping the wetness from his eyes. “I’m sorry I tried to arrest you but this is going too far!”

“Jeez dude, chill out! You’re being so extra right now,” Joseph’s tormentor chided, his smug smile dropping into an irritated expression. “I’m totally fucking with you, anyway. I didn’t tell anyone I’m a homo because I’m not. Well, not right now, at least. If you really wanna know, I took home Olivia Thomas. You remember her, right? Her legs go on for days and her tits… fuck, I’m still not sure she was telling the truth when she said she didn’t have implants.”

While it was definitely an improvement over the idea that the entire town now believed him to be a homosexual, the revelation that Andy had slept with Olivia Thomas still came as a punch to the gut to Joseph. Back in their high school days he’d always carried something of a torch for Olivia but she’d been dating the captain of the hockey team and turned down his advances. The fat that Andy - a scrawny gay loser - had fucked her before him was only further torment for Joseph!

“Gotta say, it was a great night. She loved how dominating I was with her,” the imposter continued to share, “I didn’t think I’d vibe with fucking a chick but dude it might as well have been the best night of my life. Fucking unreal!” The larger man let out a contented sigh before shaking himself out of the pleasant memories. “What about you? Let anyone have their way with that hungry hole yet?”

The crude expression brought a fierce blush to Joseph’s cheeks and he couldn’t help but think back to the events of the night before. Sure, he hadn’t let Chad fuck him, but it was pretty fucking gay to suck another dude’s cock. “I-I’m not gay,” he insisted, although whether he was telling Andy or himself remained something of a mystery. “I’m not gonna let a guy fuck me!”

“But you’ll let them do other stuff to you? Would you let a guy eat you out? Blow you? Would you blow a guy?” The final question caused Joseph’s blush to intensify and he knew instantly that Andy had caught on, as a wicked smirk crossed over the other’s face. “You already have, haven’t you?! You dirty dog, you! How was it, your first taste of man meat? Was it everything you’d ever dreamed of?”

Joseph’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Why did this body have to have such obvious tells? “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled, unable to continue looking at the other in the eyes. The fact that he would be looking into his own eyes only made the situation so much worse.

“Well tough shit, because I do,” the other replied, his voice dripping with twisted enthusiasm. “How’d you do? Did he call you a pro?” When Joseph didn’t reply, Andy slammed a heavy hand down on his shoulder. “Come on, dude, don’t hold out on me. You never know, cooperating a little might end up working in your favor!”

I’ll believe that when it happens! As far as Joseph was concerned, Andy had very clearly established that he didn’t have a merciful bone in his body. The other man relished in the chaos his actions caused and would probably never see himself as the cruel tormentor that he so clearly was in Joseph’s eyes. “He didn’t say anything,” he replied through gritted teeth, “He just got off and left, okay? Is that what you wanna hear?”

Andy was uncharacteristically silent for a few moments, although his sudden silence only ended up making Joseph feel even more apprehensive. Finally the other let out a whistle that might have been interpreted as sympathetic before securing Joseph’s slender shoulders with both of his strong hands. As if being manhandled with such ease wasn’t bad enough for Joseph, Andy even leaned forward a little bit so that he was at a closer level to him. “That’s rough, dude,” the other declared, once again bordering upon compassion. “Hey, I know what might cheer you up. How about... you blow me?”

The noise that escaped Joseph’s lips was somewhere between a gasp and a moan. He was absolutely disgusted by the suggestion but it had also caused his cock to twitch in excitement. As much as he wanted to deny it, he’d enjoyed delivering oral pleasure to Chad, and he could only imagine that his own body’s cock would taste even better between his lips. On the other hand, blowing a second man in as many days would only push Joseph further down a path he desperately wanted to avoid. You’re not gay, you’re not gay, you’re not gay. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to remind himself of that simple fact though, as the words suddenly sounded incredibly hollow.

After several seconds and with some difficulty, Joseph finally managed to wrench himself free of the other’s strong grip. “I’ll never do that!” he hissed in a trembling voice. “Just leave me alone! Haven’t you messed with me enough?!”

Without even waiting for a response to his desperate plea, Joseph turned and began to scamper away, all to the mocking soundtrack of the other man’s booming laughter. It came as a sweet relief that Andy didn’t give chase, but Joseph hardly felt like he’d won the latest round of verbal conflict. Once again Andy had managed to get the better of him, like no man ever had before, and all the former cop was left with was a growing anxiety that his torment might never come to an end. With every passing day it was getting harder and harder to hold onto hope that he might be restored to his former self and be allowed to resume his life, especially when that cruel chuckle continued to echo in his mind long after he’d left the park. Surely Andy wouldn’t leave him this way... would he?

To Be Continued...