Chris tries on the cop uniform

The smell of the uniform was intoxicating, he couldn't help himself with it just hanging there, Chris took his cap hoody and Tshirt off, pulling the leather shirt off the coat hanger, he buttoned it up over his average muscular physique, it was a little loose but nothing a few more months in the gym wouldn't fix. He pulled his black converse hi tops off and his trackies, it felt weird with the leather shirt and just his white jockstrap holding his locked cock, but all was soon rectified when he pulled on the leather jeans and the Wesco Motorcycle patrol boots, the jeans were a little loose but again it was just the differences between the cop and himself. The boots were a perfect fit. He picked up the Muir cap and placing it on his head he strapped himself into the until it's belt. He walked over to the mirror and that's when it hit him.

This is what he wanted, this, this is what he needed, this made him feel dominant, this feeling, the power that came from the boots, from the smell of the leather. He knew finally what he'd spent the last few years trying to work out. He needed to control, he wanted to see men kneel before him. Firstly those stupid skinhead gang members he was prospecting for, he wanted to watch them kneel and worship his boots, just like they did with the Skin boss. The Skin Boss was second, but he wouldn't just kneel, he would be fucked! Fucked and abused just like he'd done with Chris when Chris first joined, when Chris was allowed to cum, when he had freedom, he realised how long he's been oppressed, made to do the dirty work for, and it wasn't going to be like that anymore.

The power went right to his head, he could feel his cock stirring in its prison, unable to release himself he was getting light headed.

He quickly removed the gear, hung it back up and decided he needed to hatch a plan, and unknowingly this cop who had tried to arrest him earlier was going to help....