A Lesson In Respect: Part One

This story is from the point of view of a homophobe, so fair warning for some mean-spirited language, although it's not without punishment!

Joseph was a proud Patriot and truly believed that the United States of America was the best goddamn country in the world, but it severely bummed him out to see how the liberal pansies were contorting it into a complete mockery. He was of the personal opinion that America was losing its way, but he feared ever expressing those opinions in case the “cancel culture” mob found him and gave him grief. He was a cop after all, so he was probably on the top of their shit list already. The fact his noble profession was demonised was just further proof to him that he was in the right and they were living in a bubble of ignorance.

Fucking wimps wouldn’t last a day in the real world, the police officer thought smugly as he ensured his gear was all on correctly before stepping out of the police station and heading to his vehicle. He was proud to serve his community by wearing the uniform, he just wished that his community didn’t happen to house so many queers who felt compelled to flaunt their sexuality at every turn. While Joseph was confident he’d never understand how somebody could be a homo, he knew there were one or two on the force and they never felt the need to make it their whole dang personality. Why couldn’t more gays be like that, rather than draping themselves in rainbows and being a general public menace? What was wrong with the whole “don’t ask, don’t tell” motto?

A call proclaiming some sort of public disturbance came in halfway through what had been an incredibly quiet shift for Joseph, so he was more than happy to respond and reassert his authority over some drunk idiot. They usually shied away when they saw the uniform and those that didn’t have the privilege of spending the remainder of the night in a cell until they’d sobered up. Joseph was secretly hoping it would be the latter, if only to give him another fun story to share the next time he was chatting up some stunning blonde at the local bar. The chicks never tired of hearing what a local hero he was!

Pulling up outside of one of the town’s only decent nightclubs, Joseph silenced the sirens and shut off his police cruiser’s lights before stepping out of his vehicle to properly investigate the disturbance. It didn’t take him long to find the source: the club’s bouncer was arguing with a shrieking young man who Joseph quickly identified by his baby blue hair and skimpy clothing as being one of his town’s very flamboyant homos. “Oh here we fuckin’ go,” the police officer grumbled under his breath, keeping his hands on his belt (and within reach of his cuffs) as he sauntered up to the club entrance. Just as he’d anticipated, the queer stopped screeching as soon as they saw an officer of the law approaching.

“Now what’s goin’ on here?” Joseph asked, firmly addressing the bouncer. He listened as the three-hundred pound wall of a man explained that he had barred the other entry for being too wasted and behaving indecently. It had actually been a struggle for Joseph to hear what the bouncer was saying, as once he had started giving the story, the accused party began whining like a puppy desperate for attention.

“I’m not even drunk!” the man exclaimed in a shrill tone. “He just refuses to let me in because he’s a homophobic bigot!” While it was very possible that he was telling the truth about not being drunk, his overly dramatic behaviour only served to frustrate Joseph further. He was waving his arms around wildly as well, his bombastic body language matching the obnoxious colours of his wardrobe. The pink crew top and pale yellow booty shorts made up a look that Joseph would have to be paid a million dollars even to consider wearing and made it incredibly clear that this kid wanted everybody to know that he was out, proud and incredibly aggressive about it. 

Joseph simply couldn’t comprehend why homosexuality had to be thrown in the faces of normal everyday folks. Why can’t they just try and fit in, huh? Why have they gotta make a big deal out of everything?

Finally the other’s jabbering was getting too much and the interruptions had to be brought to a swift stop, so Joseph issued a command in a gravelly tone: “That’s enough out of you, Princess. Keep your mouth shut until I say so!” It was a step beyond how he should probably be addressing members of the public, but that was no longer Joseph’s concern. He just wanted the shrill harping to stop!

Of course, all his stern request actually did was set the little queer off on a whole new rant. He accused Joseph of being intolerant and disrespectful and then made himself out to be a hypocrite by calling him a pig and spitting at his feet! That was all Joseph needed to grab the smaller man and push him face-first against the wall of the club before pulling his arms back to wrap the cuffs around his wrists. Around them several other local drunks jeered, all while Joseph’s latest victim continued to squirm underneath his strong grip and rage against the injustice of the scenario.

Once he had roughly deposited the defiant detainee within the back of his vehicle, Joseph turned back to the bouncer and thanked him for calling the disturbance in. “Maybe some time in the drunk tank will straighten him out, eh?” he joked, offering a quick grin before getting behind the wheel and picking up his radio to report on the results of his stop.

“You’re just like every other white man in uniform, you know that? You haven’t experienced a day of hardship in your sad little life, have you?” Joseph let out a sigh as the tirade continued from the back seat of his vehicle. Did this fairy ever get tired of the sound of his own voice? “You think wearing that badge and carrying a gun makes you big and powerful. You think you’re so above the rest of us. Have you ever stopped to consider how the people you torment feel?”

That last remark brought out a cocky laugh from Joseph. “Now why in the damn hell would I care how y’all feel?” he challenged, smirking at his prisoner in the rear view mirror. “Do me a favor back there and shut your damn trap, will you?”

“Do me a favor and see things from my perspective for a while,” the other man spat back without even missing a beat. Before Joseph could even think about offering a threat in response though, a strange energy passed through the interior of the police cruiser and the officer suddenly felt incredibly faint. His stomach tightened and his eyes fluttered while his head throbbed from a migraine that formed out of nowhere. For a brief moment Joseph felt like his world was ending - was he having some sort of heart attack?

The truth, Joseph would decide a few moments later, was actually much worse.

Just as quickly as his overwhelmingly excruciating symptoms had arrived, they vanished. Breathing was no longer a laborious chore and his skull didn’t feel like it was about to crack in two at any moment, but there was still something that felt… odd. Why did it feel as if he’d had a few drinks? He never got drunk while on duty!

As Joseph forced his eyes open though, he identified exactly what was wrong immediately. Somehow, he had ended up in the back seat of his vehicle, and beyond the iron mesh that separated him from the front, he could see his own handsome face smirking at him!

“How you doing back there, Princess?” his duplicate asked, a devilish glee dancing in his hazel eyes. Joseph’s heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and the sudden nausea almost made him throw up right then and there. As he attempted to lunge forward and grab at the steel mesh that separated him from the front of the car, Joseph found such a movement impossible due to his hands being restricted behind his back. The confusion and terror was mounting as the puzzle pieces fell into place. He was in the exact same position that he’d put the fairy into, and a reluctant look down at himself confirmed his worst fear. He wasn’t wearing his uniform anymore but rather a pink crop top and yellow shorts, and the body underneath those girlish garments wasn’t powerful and muscular like his own but lithe and delicate. It was the detainee’s body - and they were in his!

“This can’t be happening,” he whimpered, cringing at the effeminate lilt of the voice that came forth from his lips. His beloved bass was gone, robbed by someone who Joseph feared would use it for all of the wrong purposes. “How is this happening? What did you do, you fucking fa--”

“That’s enough!” the imposter barked, putting the much deeper and commanding voice to good use. The sheer volume and power held within the exclamation stunned Joseph into silence. For a moment, neither of them spoke but Joseph was fighting back the urge to cry. He felt like a kid being scolded by a strict parent, and he was similarly struggling to control his emotions. Finally, the other continued: “I think it’s pretty obvious what I did, and if you had any brain cells you’d understand why I did it too. Now, we’ve got a crowd so I’m going to take us somewhere a little more private...”

Joseph could do nothing but watch from the backseat as the body thief fired up the engine, switched on the lights and pulled away from the nightclub. He drove for a few blocks, humming to himself, all while Joseph was experiencing a crisis in the back of the vehicle. I’ve gotta warn someone, he thought desperately, Somebody at the station can help me. They’ll see right through him! Then again, would they believe that the pair had actually switched bodies? He could already imagine his fellow officers laughing in his face and calling him a pathetic little queer…

Finally the vehicle came to a stop, hidden in a dark side street that Joseph knew rarely saw any action so late at night. There would be no more prying eyes around, that was for sure, but that also meant Joseph was left completely at the other man’s mercy. Considering the size difference of their bodies, there was absolutely no doubt that the other could overpower and kill him, if he was so inclined. Just don’t give him a reason to, Joseph told himself. He hated his current situation, of course he did, but he’d hate dying even more.

“Officer Joseph Messer, huh?” The sound of his name snapped Joseph out of his thoughts and drew his attention back to the front of the vehicle, where the body thief was checking out his police identification. “Nice name. Oh, yours is now Andrew Haymaker, by the way, but most folks call you Andy. It’s a better fit for a twink like you, right? Heh, do you even know what a twink is? Do you know anything about gay culture?” When Joseph didn’t answer, the imposter - Andy - rapped his knuckles on the steel mesh. “Hey, I asked you a damn question! I thought you conservatives were big on respectin’ authority?”

“N-no, I don’t,” Joseph stammered, fighting back against the sobs racking his petite body. “P-please, I’ll give you money. I’ll empty out my savings account, I’ll give you all my wages, whatever you want. Please give me back my body! Please, you can’t do this to me!”

His desperate begging only earned cruel laughter in response. “Seems pretty obvious that I can do this to you, bud. What’s the matter, you don’t like someone havin’ power over you? Funny that. Welcome to how the rest of us feel! Speaking of feeling...” Joseph watched in horror as Andy reached a hand down and massaged his crotch, prompting a rising beneath the fabric. “Part of me was wishin’ you’d be smaller down there, but I’m not gonna complain about havin’ more to play with!” The comment was accompanied by another low chuckle and a grunt of pleasure, both of which sent disgust shooting through Joseph.

“Get your h-hands off m-my body!” he exclaimed, although the words lacked any of the intensity he had been meaning to convey. Perhaps the only people he’d ever be able to intimidate in his current form were toddlers!

“Why? What are you goin’ to do to me, huh?” Andy challenged, making a big show of releasing the fly on his pants and pulling down the zipper. “Trapped back there… there’s not anythin’ you can do, is there?” Then, evidently gleeful at the other’s torment, Andy pulled down his boxers and let the thick shaft spring forth. He was only partially hard and it was already a good seven inches with admirable girth. Joseph had always been proud of his manhood, but he’d never anticipated that another man would be handling it at any point. Such a notion would have made him sick… although strangely, that wasn’t how Joseph was feeling at that moment. Instead, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was fascinated, and that terrified him. He should have been absolutely raging that some queer was playing with his cock, so why wasn’t he?

“P-please don’t do this,” he croaked out finally, although he remained captivated by the erotic performance of the other man. Andy was running his hand up and down the tall shaft, evidently well practiced in the art of self pleasure. The only response he gave was a grunt. When the other didn’t stop, Joseph tried again in his meek new voice: “Andy, please!”

“That’s not my name right now,” the other man reminded him, briefly turning his attention to the passenger in the backseat - but never letting his hand drift away from the glorious cock he was enjoying. “Besides, I don’t see any reason a man of the law like myself should be taking orders from you!” The smug attitude dripped from every one of his words, just as the pre-cum was beginning to drip from the top of his proud cock and roll down the length of the shaft.

“Officer Messer, please stop,” the real Joseph whimpered, suddenly aware of the fact that the tiny shorts he was wearing were feeling even tighter around the crotch… I’m not gettin’ hard over this. I can’t be! I’m not a homo, this shouldn’t be turnin’ me on! Despite what Joseph’s thoughts were insisting, the body he was trapped in had other plans. He still couldn’t tear his gaze away either; he was like a moth being drawn towards a flame even though he knew the end result would only harm him, or at least his pride.

Once again, the other man seemed quite content to ignore his begging and instead increased the pacing of his movements. His hands were becoming slick with pre-cum and every few seconds his hips would buck as the pleasure came closer and closer to completely overwhelming Andy.

“I don’t think I will,” the other man gasped, moments before hitting the climax and covering his uniform with a full load of Joseph’s precious white seed. He unleashed a mighty roar upon achieving orgasm and the uber-masculine noise sent a ripple of pleasure through the real Joseph. His own cock was begging for attention, but with his hands still trapped in cuffs there was little he could do.

“Fuck! That was incredible,” the imposter sighed, bringing his fingers up to his lips to lick them clean. “I came like a fuckin’ rocket! Taste damn good too.”

Joseph was at a complete loss for words. This was a nightmare, there was no other way to describe it. He’d had his body stolen by some queer and then been forced to watch as the body thief jerked off and tasted himself! He wasn’t sure there were many men in the world who had experienced humiliation on quite such an extreme level. When would his torture be over? “Are-- are you done now?” he asked weakly, trying to find somewhere to look that wasn’t his defiled original body or hardness in his tight shorts.

“Done? C’mon man, I’ve barely begun!” his own voice replied from the front of the vehicle. Andy had finally finished cleaning himself up and putting his new junk away, but he continued to wear that cocky smirk on his face that Joseph had always been so used to seeing in the mirror. “You see, I’m gonna be teachin’ you a valuable lesson. All you straight white men in uniform think you’re so above everyone else and don’t ever stop to recognise your privilege.”

It was a rant Joseph had heard from so many liberal snowflakes over the past few years, but it stung when it was being said with his own voice at a time when he was already feeling exposed and vulnerable. “You were gonna throw me in a cell for the night and feel like a big man for it, weren’t you? I think maybe you should be the one spendin’ the night in there… and then I wanna see how you cope with being a small-town homo for a couple weeks.” No, no, no. Dread permeated through every part of Joseph’s being. He can’t leave me like this! He can’t! “I’d ask if you were cool with that but I don’t actually give a fuck what you think.” Evidently, Andy very much could leave him like this and it wasn’t like there was anything Joseph could do to stop him. He still didn’t know how their bodies had been swapped!

Fresh tears ran down the defeated cop’s cheeks as the most intense regret he’d ever experienced rushed through him. I never should have taken that call, he thought miserably, sinking into the uncomfortable backseat as the car’s engine fired to life. He had never felt so absolutely helpless in his whole life, and spending weeks as an effeminate twink while Andy walked around in his skin doing lord knows what felt like being sentenced to hell…

How would he even survive?

To Be Continued...