Undercover - Chapter 01

Eager to prove himself, Kyle has always wanted to go on a risky undercover mission. Finally, the police department has found the perfect job for him. The straight jock will have to play the role of a male stripper to infiltrate a drug cartel. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his (hot) journey.

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 1: The assignment

I was so freaking excited by the prospect of going undercover that I had been jerking myself off constantly.

Not that I was usually refraining from stroking my fat cock or pounding a wet pussy anytime I had the chance, but when I felt nervous or anxious, it made me want to beat the monkey even more.

You know, to release the growing pressure.

Besides, I had to keep myself busy since I was relieved from most of my police's duties, waiting for the secret mission to (finally!) start.

What was I supposed to do, all by myself, wandering around in my depressing apartment? Watch a movie? Read a book?

Give me a break!

Any guy with too much free time wanks himself more than he should.

You cannot get bored in a world where porn exists! Right?

I was more than fine with not going to the station everyday though. I could live without that hustle. Three years working there and the place was driving me mad.

Going undercover was the sole reason I had joined the police force to begin with.

By no means, I was a paper pusher and, in 2025, being part of a police department mostly meant filling out endless forms and documents.

Reports, after reports, after reports... And so little action.

I did not give a fuck about the losers who were dealing weed on the sidewalk, the college parties where the music was too loud after hours, and even less so about roads' safety.

Those were not the kind of stuff which were making my dick hard and my heart beating faster.

All I had ever wanted was to go on a real risky mission!

Give me some adrenaline for fuck's sake.

From as far as I could remember, I had always been fascinated with gangsters, and movies about the mafia, the spies, or about some guy escaping prison.

I guess that I had chosen a path where I could, somehow, vicariously live the life of a criminal, all the while being paid by the U. S. Administration!

I am pretty sure that a large part of the policemen walking down your cities are guys who were simply eager to carry a gun and get into some troubles themselves.

As cops, we happen to be on the side of arresting the criminals, but only the thrill of the fight really matters in the end.

Some people are born to get in the action and take risks, and some are born to stay in the backseat.

In many ways, cops and gangsters are much more likely to be friends than cops and judges. They have certainly more in common.

But I digress and I suppose this story will have plenty occasions to showcase that later on.

My teachers, trainers, and superiors had always told me that I was either too dumb or too impulsive for such an undercover assignment.

To that, I say, fuck them all!

Look at me, proving them wrong at only 25 years old.

After weeks of waiting for my brief, the police chief had eventually asked to see me and I feverishly knocked at his office's door.

I had already been told to delete all my social media accounts and to follow some strict protocols.

I needed to be ready to vanish when the time would come.

I was single, most of my buddies were working at the precinct with me, and I barely talked to my parent anymore.

I could easily disappear from the surface of the Earth and this was no coincidence, nor the result of chance.

I had been planning to be able to go on a mission at any given moment.

Yes, I was that serious about this.

That being said, I was way too much into fucking a different girl every couple of nights to commit myself into a serious relationship anyway.

Who had time to entertain those ladies on the long-term, or to buy a house?

I was happy being on my own, I liked my freedom.

Now that the undercover mission was getting real, I could not wait to know where they were going to send me and what I would be meant to do.

I was up for anything!

I knew this would probably be super dangerous but I did not care.

Wait... That statement is wrong. I did care. It only made it much more exciting for me!

My hero was called Dave Krovitz, he was sent in a mission integrating a cartel for almost two years, he even went in prison undercover for half of this time.

The dude was athletic, strong-minded, and cool under pressure, he was known to have zero emotion whatsoever.

No one knew where he was at this point, maybe on another mission under yet another secret identity, but his work had allowed the dismantling of a large human trafficking operation.

The man was a legend!

I wanted to be that strong, mentally and physically. I knew I could be. I had been training for this all of my life.

"Kyle Boone?"

I was called into the Chief's office.

I walked in, my heart racing in my chest. My armpits were sweating, I hoped Captain Gordon would not notice the stink.

I wanted to appear confident.

"Sir." I greeted him politely.

Captain Gordon was a very impressive man, not one to be messed up with.

He was 51 years old, eternally single, 6.5. feet tall, and he had the broadest shoulders. The man was built like a brick shithouse.

Gordon was always there when we arrived at the station to take our shift, and still there when we would leave after a long day.

Noone had ever seen him smile.

"Sit down, Boone, we need to talk about your next assignment."

Freaking finally, I thought.

I was supposed to have it in the bag; I had already gone through all the psychological and physical tests; I had been asked to prep for more than a month... Still, I was aware that if Gordon was not feeling it, I would be taken off from the mission immediately.

I sat and waited for further instructions.

"How are you feeling, Boone?"

"Good. I feel very much prepared, Sir."

He was chewing gum. A bad habit that he had.

"Not too stressed or overwhelmed?"

"Not at all, Sir."

"Fine, then. You'll be pleased to know that we will move you to San Antonio this week-end."

I was living in Dallas so that meant I would be staying in Texas. Not very exotic but good enough.

At this point, I still did not have any clue of what the assignment would be.

"San Antonio. Understood."

"Our team has already set everything there. The apartment, the mics, and the cameras. In accordance with our proceedings and the paperwork you have already signed, you will be monitored 24/7 to ensure your safety and to facilitate the gathering of evidence. Has this been clearly explained to you already?"

"Yes, Sir. This is all very clear and I know this is standard protocol for this kind of operations."

"Correct. Obviously, this assignment is strictly confidential. Have you managed to get done with all your family's arrangements?"

"My parents live in Florida; we call each other maybe once a week. However, as you advised, I have made them aware of the secret nature of a potential upcoming operation, and they'll know to request news only from the intermediary of the police department from now on. Other than that, nobody will worry about me. Noone else is aware that I might be leaving on a mission."

Captain Gordon nodded his head.

I was certain that he had already contacted my parents beforehand. This was most definitely another test to see if I would hide anything to him.

"Any girlfriend or ex-girlfriend we should be concerned about?"

Once again, I had already answered all of these questions multiple times.

"No, Sir. I haven't had any relationship whatsoever in the past month and I never had any significant relationship before that."

He nodded a second time.

It was basically the most approval we could expect from the Chief so I was glad.

One month without being allowed to bang a single chick, that had been tough. Probably the toughest part of my preparation.

As my buddies would say, I was quite full of testosterone and I was known to have some troubles to keep it in the pants...

There had been a big scandal once, when I had ploughed one of my coworker's daughters.

In my defense, she was insanely hot and she had been the one flirting with me during the Christmas' work party.

Sure, I could have had least taken her home instead of getting deep into her ass in the station's bathroom, but eh, I was a little drunk and a little dumber back then.

Foster almost killed me for banging his sweet princess but I was not fired.

Anyway, this time around, the Police Department wanted me to avoid getting involved in any way, shape, or form with anyone before leaving.

The goal was simple: erasing Kyle Boone from the Earth. Noone should be looking after me once the mission would have started, including meaningless one-night stands.

Now you understand why I was forced to masturbate so much... I was literally forbidden to have sex!

Thank God for the billions of hours of porn available in the U. S.! My favorites? Hardcore gangbang scenes of course.

The more dicks surrounding that nasty girl's face, the more I enjoy my nut.

"Since you will, from this point on, have access to a lot of highly sensitive and confidential information, I have to warn you that a team is setting up a couple cameras inside your personal apartment as we speak. The mission begins as soon as I'll start going through the details with you. Is that clear?"

I gulped.

There went my personal space.

I was so excited though.

Obviously, I was a little scared too, who would not be? Yet, I already felt like I was a spy in a movie.

"It's very clear, Sir. And I am ready. I've been ready for years."

It had been a bet for the Police Department and the FBI to assign me this mission and I was very much aware that the past month had been a real-life test to see if I was a good fit.

Many of my older colleagues (including Foster) did not understand the reasoning behind sending me, of all people, on a secret and crucial mission.

I was the little immature brat of the office, certainly not the most experienced or level-headed cop.

Even if I would never admit it out loud, sometimes, I was surprised myself to have been given that chance.

Why me?

Trust me though, to make sure that they had made the right choice, they put me through the ringer.

For weeks, they tested my commitment, my resilience, and my behavior under pressure to evaluate if I could crack.

They interrogated me at multiple occasions. They fed me with fake secret information to see if I would reveal any. They used some of my mates to test me or downright blackmail me.

They even went as far as organizing a fake-kidnapping at my place, barging inside my bedroom in the middle of the night as I was sleeping.

To be fair, that one may have been an idea of my co-workers to get some revenge on me. Foster was leading the pack.

As I was stark naked, four buffy men put a mask on my face and threw me into a dark van.

That was disturbing to say the least.

For long hours, I was not sure if it was part of the test or if I was being actually taken. Thankfully, I recognized one of my buddies among the "kidnappers" after a little while.

In any case, I had to remain still and, most importantly, I shall never act impulsively.

Probably the hardest challenge for me was to resist their temptations.

As mentioned, I was asked to remain totally single during my "trial period". I was not even allowed a quick-fuck with a foreigner.

Maybe rightfully so, my tendency to listen to my cock first and my brain second was the thing they seemed to be the most concerned about when it came to my future assignment, and they sent many baits to catch me.

Attractive women were coming up to me in various public places, flirting, trying to get inside my bed (or in an empty bathroom).

My colleagues knew my style and how to give me a solid brick in my pants.

I was a simple man: blond with big boobs and a nice peachy ass.

Surprisingly to me, amongst the temptations, there had been a few men as well.

I guess that the Police Department had learned some things about me through my Internet research history. I had given them full consent to access everything since I had nothing to hide.

My rare dabbles into bisexual porn may have given them the idea to send hunky guys my way, once I had rejected all the beautiful women.

The truth was, I had never had sex with a dude. Not even a blowjob.

Those "gay thoughts" were more like dirty fantasies that I was entertaining when I was getting a little bored with regular porn.

I had never taken my potential attraction to guys seriously.

Even when my dick stirred at the sight of a man's bubble butt tucked into a pair of skinny jeans, I chalked it up to my general horniness and my well-known ability to sport a spontaneous erection under just about any circumstance.

I did have this good friend during police training who had gay dudes sucking his cock on a regular basis.

Years later, this remained a regret of mine not to have given it a go.

It was stupid, I just did not want to be called a homo or whatnot back then, and six years later, I thought like I had missed my shot.

In retrospect, it is now clear that the men sent to seduce me had nothing to do with my research history, but everything to do with the mission to come and with studying my reaction to a guy flirting with me, but at the time, I had no idea.

In any event, I did not succumb to any temptation and I made it through every single test.

I had proven my worth; I was ready for any kind of undercover mission.

"Let's begin then." Gordon announced formally.

What was it going to be?

Was I about to play a gangster or maybe a business man? Would I start by infiltrating the gang at a low rank, moving my way up to the top or had they already found a way to get me close to the big dogs? Maybe I would be sent to prison to befriend some criminals?

To start with, Gordon put an American passport on the desk.

My new identity.

"Ryan Smith." I read.

They could not have found a more common name.

"To keep the story straight and make things easier for you, Ryan Smith is not so different from Kyle Boone." Gordon explained. "Just like you, Ryan is 25, born and raised in Dallas, Texas, with the sole difference that instead of joining the police force, Ryan has gone through more questionable career paths."

"Drugs?"

"Not exactly. From now on, you are a stripper."

I audibly gasped which was very uncalled for in front of Captain Gordon.

I immediately regretted my reaction.

"A stripper, Sir?"

"Is there a problem with that? Should I continue with the brief or do you need a moment to collect yourself?"

Definitely, he was not happy with me right there.

"No... I mean, of course, please continue."

"Our target is named Artem Kravchenko, 28, son of Andriy Kravchenko. The family immigrated from Ukraine to the US more than twenty years ago and they have built quite the empire since then. Their main connection is with the Mexican drug cartels but they work very closely with Europeans as well, thanks to their historic network on the continent. The big head remains Andriy, but he's virtually untouchable, contrary to his son who appears to be the most effective and interesting target for us."

Gordon showed me some family pictures of the Kravchenkos.

Some showed them in luxurious palaces while others showed them in sleazy sex clubs. On a few shots, Andriy, the patriarch was holding two assault rifles, one in each hand.

Sex, drugs, and riffles, the usual combo.

Artem, the designated target, was blond with piercing blue eyes. He had this undeniable mist or aura to himself.

On every picture, he looked like a movie star or a fashion model. He was tall and lean, rather thin, but not in an unattractive way.

On the contrary, he was this new kind of beauty, the one you were seeing on the magazines nowadays.

Fit yes, but not overly muscular. It was all about elegance and chic, the opposite of your usual American bro-ish guy.

The opposite of me in a way...

I was your typical Southern gym rat when Artem would have stood out in any crowd.

His skin was very pale, almost like a vampire, but again, it only gave him more of an edge.

"What is expecting of me exactly?" I asked Gordon.

"If Andriy is all about the business, Artem was born in money and has since his teenage years learned to enjoy the various pleasures of life. He invested daddy's money in various strip clubs and escorting agencies. His activities are semi-legal but the money clearly comes from the family's drug cartel, mostly meth and heroin. What we need you to do is to get hired in one of his gay clubs and get as close as you can to Artem. He's Andriy's only son and heir to the empire, if we get him, we get everyone."

For the first time, I was a bit uncomfortable and a tiny less enthusiastic regarding my mission.

Gay clubs? Stripping?

Undercover missions might involve seducing a drug lord, - you could bet that anytime a girl was chosen to complete an assignment, it was to sleep and tell -, but I had never imagined being at the center of such a scenario myself.

I mean, I was just a dude. We were usually not used as sexual bait.

"Is Artem gay?"

For some reason, I was compelled to ask.

"From the information we have gathered, he is. Is that a problem for you?"

"No..."

"You're sure? I thought you were up for anything?"

"I am, but stripping, Captain, I would not even know where to start."

"Listen, Boone. We have chosen you for a particular reason. Between you and I, you are, by far, the most attractive candidate that we have, and certainly, you are Artem's type. You also happen to be the most shameless boy of the precinct; we have seen the videos."

"The videos?"

"Yes, the Tiktoks, the reels, all the bullshit I understand nothing about. I've seen clips of you wrapped in a towel at the gym, or doing a stupid challenge shirtless in your living room. Your body's been all over the internet. You know how to strip!"

Fuck.

I was blushing which, once again, was a not a good look.

In a million years, I did not think that the Chief would be looking at my old thirst traps online. It was just a good way to get hot and open-minded chicks in my DMs. Nothing more.

"Sir, those videos, they don't mean anything."

"They mean that you work out and take pride in your body. There's no shame in that, Boone. In fact, they have proven to be very helpful in the mission. We used a lot of pictures and videos to create Ryan's profile, and it's already getting quite a bit of traction."

Captain Gordon showed me his computer screen where my fake life, - Ryan Smith's life -, was already laid out across several social media pages.

Ryan has already been created and, apparently, he was thriving.

"Wow. How did you get to have some posts going back to 2020? This profile didn't exist before a couple weeks ago, right?! And damn, 5K followers already, it's more than what I had on my previous page."

I saw the tiny bit of satisfaction on the Chief's face.

"I suppose our communication teams are better than you are with marketing. As for the old posts, we are working with the big tech companies to ensure the cover-up is going smoothly. As you can see, we have already put a lot of money, time, and investment on this assignment, Boone, this is very serious."

"Of course, Sir! I've never doubted that, nor I have taken this lightly."

"I certainly hope so."

"I don't give a damn about showing my body but I'm not a professional stripper. And I... Like, I'm straight. I've never been to a gay club before."

The affirmation about the gay club was true.

The one about my so-called "straightness", that would be up for discussion...

"Your new identity, Ryan, is also straight. Most people dancing at those clubs are. Straight hunky guys do need to make money. Besides, Artem seems to like his men better this way."

"Okay..."

"As for the stripping, you have a job interview in a week at one of their prominent clubs in San Antonio, with a certain Lamar. We've been fixing the details over Instagram DMs, acting as you, well, as Ryan."

"Understood, Sir."

"In the meantime, you will get to train yourself tomorrow at a local club, right here, in Dallas. You will pretend to have done a few gigs here and there for your interview, so you should be somewhat prepared. I advise you not to mess that up, your very first assignment will be to get this job."

In the end, that cover was certainly better than being sent to prison or infiltrating a dangerous gang directly.

Going undercover ensured a huge pay and the possibility not to be working for the rest of your life once the mission was completed...

If all it was taking to get there was to strip, that was fine by me!

"And once I get the stripping job?"

"I like your confidence. Once you get the job, you wait for further instructions. As per your training, you know you will only be communicated information on a strictly need-to-know basis and we should always be the ones contacting you."

"This is very clear also, Sir."

"If we don't reach out to you, it means that you can keep living your life until we have enough evidence to make a move. In the event you should exceptionally wish to contact us, you know the hand gesture, you do it for the camera already set up in your living room at your future place in San Antonio."

This part, I loved, that was some real spy shit I had been dreaming about.

Gordon continued the meeting with pictures of the apartment I would be moving in very soon and more details about my fake identity and the assignment.

It was a lot to take in but the biggest shock remained the stripping aspect of the mission.

I was formally forbidden to do any more researches on the target to make sure I would go to the job interview with the sole knowledge that Artem Kravchenko was owning a gay club in which I wished to work.

But first, I would be meeting with a guy nicknamed "Man of Steel" (Good Lord...) the next day for my stripping debut.

If it went well, I would be moving to San Antonio on Saturday so I could have a few days to get my bearings in the city before the job interview scheduled the next Thursday.

It was all becoming very real.

"All good?" Captain Gordon asked, standing up to shake my hand.

"All good, Sir."