Smokey the Sheriff

By Derek Williams -
published August 13, 2020
3932 words

The town sheriff is starting to catch on. He tracks down the mysterious stranger and demands answers. The stranger provides him with a whole new perspective.

I was in my apartment when there was a loud knocking at the door. It sounded like someone was pounding with their fist.

“Police,” a gravelly male voice called, giving another hard rap on the door. “Open up.”

“Coming officer,” I called out. I hadn’t been expecting the police to show up quite so soon. Usually I had to do quite a bit more than kink up a few people before the law came down on my head. This town really liked its status quo.

“Hello officer,” I said swinging the door open. "What can I do for you.”

There was a tired looking man in his early-forties standing there, beaten down by a life of following the rules and trying to convince others to do the same. Not my kind of guy at all. He was wearing a tan Sheriff’s uniform.

“I’ve been hearing some disturbing rumours about your business here,” he began.

“Rumours?” I asked innocently. “Whatever do you mean?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead he stared at me as if waiting for an opening to attack. Eventually he spoke again. “You’re not from around here are you?”

“Good guess,” I said. "I’m usually in Hollywood, but I’m here to open up a new storefront for my fetish shop. We’ve tried it in a few different towns around California - varying success -but I get the feeling that it’s really going to take off here. You know the concept?”

“I have heard of it,” he admitted, “but I’ve also heard some pretty disturbing things.”

“Like what?” I pressed.

“Like how …” he paused. He’d seen something, even if he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“What is it Sheriff,” I asked, putting on my best cooperative face. “Is there something weird going on?”

“You’re goddamn right there is,” the Sheriff said. “I just saw… uh, I…”

“Just saw what?” I pressed.

“I…” the Sheriff stammered. “I just saw a guy I’ve known for twenty years… a good family man… I just saw him flouncing around like a faggot in town square.”

“And that’s a problem because…?” I trailed off.

“Well, it just is,” the Sheriff stammered. “This is a family man I’m talking about.”

“I get it,” I said. “And you’re right Sheriff, I confess. I’m behind all of them.”

“Damned right you are,” he shouted, like somehow he was winning. “What the hell is going on? And what do you mean all of them?”

“All of them Sheriff,” I said. “I’m the man behind all the bizarre transformations in the last couple days. I admit it. I did them.”

The Sheriff stepped forward, staring me in the eye. “Just how many people are we talking about?"

“Uh… Nine? Ten, if you count the girl,” I laughed.

The Sheriff just shook his head.

“You’re telling me there are ten people wandering around town wearing pansy ass jean shorts because you did some hocus pocus to them?” he asked.

“No way sir,” I said. “I only count two guys who could pull those off right now. Maybe three, if you count Hudson, but that’d be overdressed for him.”

“Hudson?” the Sheriff asked, eyes wide. “You mean Mayor Hudson?”

“Yeah, him,” I said. “He’s probably hanging out at the beach in his speedo right now, working on that tan line. Do you know him?”

“We went to high school together,” the Sheriff said. “Whatever you did… does this wear off? Or can it be reversed? What the hell man!” he shouted in frustration.

I held my hands up. “I don’t know Sheriff. I’m don’t know how it works - just that it does.”

“Jesus Christ,” he said. “This is crazy. So what the hell do I do?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I mean… I’d tell you to arrest me but you probably can’t do it. I didn’t really do anything wrong. These people just wanted to be different, and that’s their right. It’s America.”

“No… I know Brett. I know Dave Hudson. Those guys were happy with their lives. You’re screwing with them somehow!”

“What? I’m not doing anything! I just brought them to life you’re the one having a hard time dealing with it!”

The Sheriff shook his head, like he didn’t know what to do anymore.

“What exactly did you do to them?” he asked, fire in his eyes.

“I made them more… free. And they enjoy it.”

“What the hell does that mean?” the sheriff said, pushing me against the wall. I was really making him angry. I didn’t like where this was going. I preferred to be in control of a situation.

“I used this,” I said, reaching my hand down into my shorts. I was already hard, so it only took a touch for my copious pre-cum to coat my fingers.

“What the fuck does that mean!” he said pinning me against the drywall. “Did you fuuuu….” he tried to say as I slammed my hand over his mouth.

I wasn’t prepared for how he would react. The sheriff reached for his weapon. I felt the cold steel of his gun against my throat as he struggled against my hand. And then he eased off.

He was mine, but it was closer than I liked to get.

“Put down the gun Sheriff,” I said, enjoying how terrified he was. “You’re having a hard time with this, and I don’t want to have to kill you. You’ll be a good guy in the end, I promise. I have something special in mind for you.”

I dropped my hand, he panted, trying to recover. I stared into his eyes and he looked away.

“Come out on the deck with me,” I said, pushing past him and leading out past the kitchen. "It’s a beautiful morning. Let’s have a cup of coffee and chat.”

“I’m not sure I want to,” he said. "I don’t know what you’ve done, but… fuck, now I’m scared you’re doing it to me. Why can’t I…”

“Go out on the deck Sheriff,” I said calmly. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

I liked being back in control.

The Sheriff went out on the deck. I went to the kitchen, poured two mugs of coffee, and took a joint out of my tea container.

I put the coffee in front of him and took a seat across the patio table. He stared at it, like he was scared it was a magic potion or something. I laughed.

“Relax Sheriff,” I said. "I’m not here to harm you.”

He didn’t laugh with me.

“You gonna make me gay?” he asked. “Like you…” he trailed off.

“Like I did to Brett? And Hudson? And a half dozen other men?” I laughed. "Most men don’t realize it until I tell them. Yeah, I’m gonna turn you gay. Lucky for me, huh?”

He still didn’t laugh, he just took a nervous sip of coffee. I went to sit across from him, but his eyes were fixated on the table.

“You have some pent up sexual frustration Sheriff,” I said, rubbing my chin. "You know how I can fix that?”

He didn’t answer, but his eyes were raised now, darting around my face like he was scared.

"You know how to get all that frustration out?” I prompted.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. I could tell he didn’t want to answer. ”I don’t,” he squeaked.

“Well then let me help you,” I said. I pointed at a bulge in his uniform pocket. “You smoke?” I asked.

He nodded, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He offered me one, which I thought was polite. I liked that.

“No thanks Sheriff,” I said. “Those things are gonna kill you. At least smoke these so you’ll die happy,” I laughed, pulling the joint from behind my ear.

“Can I borrow your lighter?” I asked.

He gave it to me and I took a hit off the joint. It was pretty good stuff. Probably make me stupid for a couple hours, but what the hell.

“You want a toke?” I asked, offering him the joint.

He took it from my hand and was about to take a hit, but then he stopped and handed it back.

“No…” he said. “I’m a cop. We don’t…”

“It’s legal now,” I pointed out.

He thought about it for a moment, but I could tell he was still conflicted.

“Let me make this easy Sheriff,” I said. “You’re going to smoke this joint with me. You’re going to love it. You’re going to stop smoking cigarettes and start smoking weed multiple times a day, you understand me?”

I watched him struggle with it for a second, but ultimately he gave in. Men who had recently smelled my pre-cum were going to take my orders.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Good man,” I said. “Grab a toke, let’s get this over with.”

I gave him the joint and he took a hit off it. I’d told him to take a deep hit and hold it in, but he was so nervous his hit came out a little on the light side. He instantly began to cough and choke as the smoke burned his throat.

“What’s the matter Sheriff, can’t hold your smoke,” I laughed.

He coughed again, handing me back the joint.

"Hey dude, what’s your name anyway?” I asked. “It feels weird that you don’t have a name,” I said ironically.

“I’m Mark. Sheriff Mark Robinson.”

“Alright Sheriff Mark Robinson, let’s get to know each other, what’s your favourite colour?”

“I don’t really know,” he said.

“That sucks,” I said. “How about your favourite food?”

“I don’t know that one either,” he said.

“This is tough,” I said. “How about your sexual position?”

He laughed.

“I’ve never even thought about that,” he said.

“Shit man,” I said, passing him the joint for another toke. “You’re not having fun with life at all, are you?”

For the next three hours, we talked about everything. We chatted about movies we liked, books we’d read, TV shows we watched. I learned he grew up in a small town in Kansas. Moved here for a girlfriend that ultimately became an ex-wife. The guy hadn’t even had sex in years. The shadows were getting long by the time the conversation started to stall.

We burned through three joints. It’s possible I was a little blazed.

“Mark, I’m gonna do you a favour,” I said. “I’m gonna make your life more fun,” I said with a sneaky grin.

I placed my hand on his knee and slowly moved it up towards his thigh. I stopped an inch away from his soft bulge.

“You’re not going to turn me down are you,” I asked. "I can tell by how hard you’re getting that you want this.”

His cock jumped under the fabric, growing to a surprising ten inches. I adjusted my hand, feeling the heat coming off his boner.

“No, I’m not going to turn you down, am I,” the sheriff echoed. “I must want this…”

“Badly,” I laughed.

“God, you’re hung,” I said. “How have you kept this thing in your pants all these years…”

He opened his mouth to answer and realized he had nothing to say. I knew the answer already. A cheating wife. A town that never fully embraced him because he represented the law. An almost puritanical terror around sex.

“What’s going through your mind dude,” I asked.

“I just… you’re like… a suspect. I don’t want this to get out of hand,” Sheriff Mark Robinson said.

“It won’t get out of hand,” I said. "Just relax. You’re Officer Smokey. You’re here to serve. I need some service.”

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I started to unbuckle my pants.

“Stop,” Officer Smokey said.

“Why,” I asked.

“You’re not going to… you know… you’re not going to fuck me… right?” he asked.

“Relax Mark,” I said. “You’re going to have one hell of a story to tell at the bar tonight.”

My semi was now fully erect. I was standing buck ass naked on my patio, with the sheriff holding a smouldering joint on the other side of the table.

"You’re not seriously going through with this?” he said.

“Duh,” I laughed. “Have you already started thinking about what you’re going to tell everyone?”

“Well yeah,” he admitted. “This is… I mean, this is a big deal…”

“No bigger than your cock," I joked, running my fingers lightly along his package.

I took the joint and put it out with my finger tips.

“God, you’re tense,” I said.

I grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the lips. My tongue pushed into his mouth and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. I could taste the flavor of the pot on his breath – that wouldn’t be unusual for him now. I felt his cock bulge as he ground against me.

“Shit,” I said. “You’re getting into this, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Fuck. I’m sorry man,” he said, unable to help himself. For the first time in a long time, he was putting pleasure first.

“Never apologize for having fun,” I said grinning. "But get your ass inside. If you’re gonna blow me, I want to be on a bed.”

We went inside and I took him straight up to my room. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a hairy, muscular torso.

“You’re a beast,” I said, tapping his solid chest. “A real man.”

I grabbed his hands and led him to the bed.

“Have you ever done this before,” I asked. “Ever smoked a cock?”

“No,” he said nervously.

“That’s alright. It’s just like smoking a joint,” I joked. “You might cough a little at first, but I think you’re gonna be a natural.”

I sat on the bed and pushed him down to his knees."

“Show me that you’re a real man,” I said.

I spread my legs and he leaned forward. He wrapped his lips around my member and started to suck. He had trouble get started – his mouth was really dry, but he started salivating as soon as my scent hit his nose. I could feel his throat muscles going as he worked to get me off.

“God, that’s good,” I moaned. “I could get used to this.”

I grabbed the back of his head and started to push his face further onto my manhood. I could feel it starting to throb between his lips.

“Okay,” I said. “I want to shoot my load right down your throat.”

I started to slowly push his head further down on my member.

"You ready?,” I asked. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

I put my hands in his hair and started to guide his head down on my prick.

“Uhn yeah, that’s it,” I moaned. “Suck it.”

I could feel myself getting closer and closer.

“I’m going to… Unf… I’m going to blow my load right down your throat,” I said.

I started to thrust my hips up and down as he continued to engulf my cock.

“Unf… Uhn…” I moaned.

I could feel a heavy load churning in my balls.

“I’m going to…” I started to say. My body spasmed as the orgasm rolled through me like a thunderstorm.

He got every drop of it. He even started to choke a little from the whole thing. I gotta say _ Mark’s a game day player. He kept every drop of my sweet cum.

Good for him.

“Mark, follow me,” I said, taking him by the hand and moving him over in front of my floor length mirror.

“Stand right here,” I said, planting my hands on his shoulders.

“Now listen carefully,” I said. "I like you Smokey, but you need a second chance. Lucky for you, I’m here, so you’re gonna get it. When a guy eats my cum it’s powerful, you know? And when a guy takes a load like you just did… man, you’re gonna be in the best shape of your life.”

Officer Smokey watched as the years faded from his face. He swivelled around, looking at me in shock.

“Don’t look away Mark,” I said. “Stare at the mirror. Watch yourself get younger. I want you to fall in love with your new look."

I heard him whimper as the years continued to fade. He was fixated on his own face now, his hard on getting stronger as he got younger.

His bare chest hardened as his muscles grew younger. The greying hair across his torso darkened until it was the same hair color as his head. His pants got tighter as his legs swelled with the testosterone of youth. He looked like he was no more than twenty-four years old, but with the muscle of a man who had decades to work for it.

Soon, he was completely naked. He kicked out of his pants and boxers to watch his fatty ass solidify into globes of muscle.

“Remember Officer, you love smoking cock, just as much as you love smoking pot,” I said. “Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” he said, running his hand through his short dark hair. It had a shine that could only come from good genetics and fastidious care.

“I was never this hot…” Smokey moaned, tweaking a sensitive nipple.

The man in the mirror was young, naked, and hard as a rock.

“Perfect,” I said.

I pointed at the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” I said.“You like what you see?”

“Yeah,” he said, as his long, thick, hard manhood bounced in the air. “This is so… I love what I see.”

“Now, don’t worry Mark," I said. “You’re gonna use that cock plenty. There are a lot of bottoms in this town already, and I think they’re gonna need you to serve and protect them. Mostly serve…” I said, licking my lips at the thought of Smokey’s ridiculous cock fucking Brett or Trey or any of the others who would just beg for that thick cock up their ass.

“Now,” I said. “What did you want to ask me. Something about strange happenings in town?”

Officer Smokey blinked, staring at me blankly. His eyes were red and his pupils were dilated from the weed. His cock was hard and he couldn’t pull his eyes away from his new body.

“Uh… shit man, I dunno,” he said. “I just like to shoot the shit with you, you know?” he laughed.

“Sure, sure,” I said, smiling. “And Mark, now that you’re so much better… I wanna make sure you stay that way. I don’t want age to wear you down again, you get me? So I want you to focus on having lots of sex and working out and getting high and laughing a lot. Cause I want you to be a funny guy, Smokey. Silly, you know?”

“Heh, that’s awesome man,” he smiled. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, clearly struggling to come up with the next thought.

“Hey,” he finally said. “Bro, you think that like… the devil thinks he’s evil?” he asked, deadpan serious.

“Uh, I…”

Mark’s face broke out in a broad smile. “Hah! Gotcha man, I’m just fuckin’ with you bro,” he laughed.

“Yeah, good one,” I smiled. Stoner thoughts. This guy was going to goddamn love Seth Rogan movies.

“Hey Smokey, hang out here a sec, okay?” I said. “I gotta get you something from the other room.”

I left Mark to his self-admiration. He seemed pretty taken with himself. He was flexing and posing in the mirror like I wasn’t there. Fuckin’ narcissist.

I went to the living room and dug through a few of my fetish boxes. Most of my stuff would be arriving this weekend as I set up the store, but I managed to find a few choice items. A gas mask, a straitjacket, a loincloth and leather hood, and other fun things to transform my more timid neighbours into personal priests of debauchery. But for Mark… for Mark I brought back a simple red rubber thong.

“Hey Mark,” I said as he got dressed.

“Yeah?” he said, mid-snap.

I handed him the small piece of rubber. “You gotta start with this man. You’re into rubber underwear now. Jocks, briefs, thongs, whatever… but it’s gotta be rubber.”

“Oh, sick man!” he said, cheering his new fetish. He held the cherry coloured rubber close to his nose and sniffed it, then snapped it. “Perfect. Thanks man.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, grinning. “What’re you waiting for? Slip it on!”

“Sure thing,” he said.

He pulled it on, then slid into his uniform pants. I was still staring when he zipped up. With his muscular young body, the uniform fit him like a glove. I could see the clear outline of his thong, sticking slightly against the tight fabric.

“Dude, I look so awesome,” Officer Smokey grinned.

I handed him his shirt. “Let’s get you out there.”

“Thanks for this man. I really… I mean, you’re so cool,” he said.

“Sure. No problem bro. Now - you take that fine mouth of yours and you go make some men happy, okay?”

“Yes sir!” he saluted.

I gave him a couple joints to tide him over til the dispensary opened tomorrow. Mark happened to glance at his phone and saw a few missed calls and a text message.

“Shit bro,” he said, waving his phone at me. “Mayor Hudson’s having a meditation circle down at the beach pretty soon, you wanna come?” he asked, pecking out a reply to the message.

“It’s uh, you can can just call him Hudson now,” I said. “He’ll like that better. And he’ll look a little different, so just be cool, okay?” I said.

“Bro, when am I not cool,” he laughed, sticking out his tongue and rubbing his fingers over the line of this thong.

“It’s just… You’re gonna notice a lot of people are getting a little different…" I said. “So just cover for me, okay? Make sure it stays cool?”

“Will do, boss,” he nodded. “And thanks again bro, this is really sweet. I appreciate it.”

"You’re very welcome. You want your gun?” I asked, gesturing to the pistol he’d discarded on the floor.

“Oh shit man, yeah, I gotta get that destroyed,” he laughed. “I don’t even know why I had that. I’m all about non-violent deescalation dude,” he said, carefully picking up the gun and removing the ammunition. “Sometimes the best thing you can do is offer a bank robber a blow job, you know?”

Smokey let himself out. I sighed and locked the door.

“This town,” I said to myself contentedly. “It’s like everyone here is a goddamn pervert.”

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