“Thank you for your time doctor.” Officer Donaldson says, entering the doctors office, closing the door behind him. “Of course, you sounded like it was important.” The doctors shakes his hand, and motions for him to sit on the chair. “Yeah. Uh. I cant sleep properly, and I need to be at my best for my job.” He says, looking down at his tight uniform. “I see.” The doctor says, writing something down. “Are you going to work later?
"No, just finished my shift.” Officer Donaldson forces a weak smile, and the doctor nods. “Olay. Let me see.” He gets up, pulls a small little torch out of his pocket and lifts the cops arm by his wrist. The doctor turns the light on, a small, red beam shines right into the mans eyes, but he doesnt even flinch.
“Now, focus on the light, the red little light. How it moves, how it feels.” He says calmly, his voice getting a little deeper. The officer takes a deep breath, his eyes stuck at the light, before everything starts to feel heavy, dizzy, yet so relaxing. “How does it makes you feel.” The doctor asks, stroking his wrists gently. “Good. Uh. Im sorry. Im just so tired.”
Donaldson sighs, his eyss still looking into the light. However, there is a sudden shift, the light starts flickering quickly, shifting through every color, spinning even. “What is this?” The cop grunts, trying to pull away, but someone, something holds him back. “Its okay officer. Just watch the light. It feels calm, warm, easy. Doesnt it?” The doctors smirks, as he could see that something in the mans mind was reacting to his subtle commands. He had him under before, several times, it is just a matter of time.
“When I snap my finger, Officer Donaldson, your mind will go to sleep, just obeying my orders, do you understand?” He says, firmly grabbing the mans wrist. “Yes Doctor.” Donaldson says sleepily, and with that, the doctor snaps his fingers. Instantly, the officers eyes roll back into his head, as he lets out a soft moan.
His body starts swaying slowly, back and forth, before the doctor grabs his shoulder, securely holding him in place. “Very good, Officer.” The doctor smiles. “Now, lets see. Get up.” He demands and the cop does as hes told. Donaldson body is heavier than before, sluggish movements, with his head still swaying slightly and his vacant eyes losing focus.
“Flex and get hard.” The officer raises his beefy arms and all of his muscles tense harshly. The fabric of his uniform just barely able to restrain them. “Good.” The doctor starts feeling his biceps, his arms, his shoulder and his neck, circling the officer slowly. “Freeze.” He demands, now standing in front of him, looking into his eyes.
“So beautiful.” He says, running a finger along his jawline, through the beard, along the cheek, the eyebrows down his nose before he traces the outlines of the officers soft lips. “Open up.” Donaldson opens his mouth and immediately, three fingers enter his body, slowly, carefully, moving back and forth. “That feels good, right?” The doctor growls, and the officer moans deeply.
Chuckling, the doctor now runs his hands along the mans broad chest, feeling his pecs through the uniform. “Officer. Harder.” With that, the muscles tensed even more, much to the doctors amusement. “Good boy.” He pats his chest, before he unzips the jacket, and pulls his shirt up, exposing the mans well formed abs. “Better than last time, Im impressed.” He smirks, running a finger through the outlines of the hard muscles, up his chest, across his pecs and nipples, pinching him a couple of times.
“I like what I see, good job.” He smiles and this time, pats the officers cheek, with him smiling derpily, while he drools satisfied. The doctor looks down, and sees the massive tent forming in his pants, but also, the even bigger one in Officer Donaldsons uniform. “Now. Arms down.” He demands, and the cop follows his words instantly.
“Stand at attention, officer.” Donaldsons whole body gets rigid, stiff and hard, as he puts his hands at his back, spreads his legs slightly and raises his voice. “Yes sir.” The doctors dick twitches excitedly. “Good boy.” He steps behind him, hugging him from behind, feeling his strong chest again before running his hands to the mans crotch, firmly grabbing his erect cock, rubbing the palm of his hand against him.
“Did you get bigger?” He frowns, and walks around him. The doctor unbuttons Donaldsons pants, letting them drop to the floor, enjoying the sight of the immense throbbing cock inside the briefs alread stained with pre cum and sweat. “It looks like it.” He says proudly, feeling the officers cock with his hands, causing the man to groan. “Thats right.” He says happily, but now is not the time. Unabld to help himself though, he touches his own dick, getting the officer dressed properly again.
“Officer. I need you to come to my house this weekend, alone, when I call you. Understood?” Donaldson nods once. “Yes doctor.” “You will be wesring this uniform, those boots, and dont forget about this.” He says, enjoying to play with the mans leather holster around his waist. “Yes doctor.”
The doctor nods contently, raising the officers arm once more by the wrist.“ Sit down again.” As the officer sits down, the doctor shines the red little light back into his eyes. “Now officer, when I snap my fingers, you will come back to yourself. Your mind will wake up, but you wont remember a thing. Your body will relax, you will be calm, and once your home, you will shower, and send me picture of yourself naked. Understood?”
“Yes doctor.” He says sleepily. “Good.” With that,the doctor snaps his fingers and the officer blinks a few times. “I just think you need some rest.” He says. “I Will prescribe you a light sleeping pill, take one right before bed.” The doctor says, sitting down again without showing off his bulge. “Thank you.” Officer Donaldson smiles, as he touches himself gently, aware of his erection. “Thats my job.” The doctor laughs.
Officer Brady is on his way through a more isolated, wooded area out of town. Just the usual patroling at night. There is no other vehicle on the road, and he is still a little pissed that his partner called in sick 5 min before the start of the shift. Without any replacement avaiable, he was bound to do the shift on his own. Normally, this wouldnt be allowed, but in a small town, things tend to be different.
He is driving along the road, when he sees a car standing at the side, with two guys standing by the trunk, seemingly looking for something. Brady slows down and stops right beside them. He cannot see their faces, or hear their voices but they seem to be around 20 years old.
Brady rolls down the window, takes his flashlight and illuminates the scene. Two young man, one a little shorter, the other quite tall, look at him. Both avoiding the blinding light, lift their hands to look at him.
“What are you doing here? At night?” He says, his deep voice ringing through the forrest around him. “Ehh.” The small guys says, exchanging nervous looks with the other guy. “Our car broke down.” The big guy says, his voice rough and husky. Turning the torch towards the hood lf the car, Brady thinks deeply. “Do you need help?” He says and at first, the tall guy shakes his head, before the small one nudges him with his shoulder.
“That would be great officer.” He says, his voice so soft and smooth. Brady nods, parks the car a little further down the road and steps outside. Catiously, he unbuttons his holster, just in case. As he walks towards the youngsters, he notices the small guy lighting up a cigarette, while the other one scratches his arm nervously.
“Whats the problem?” Brady scoffs, his hands at his hips, just inches away from his gun. “I dont know.” The guy says, blowing smoke towards Brady, who frowns, waving his hand to wipe away the dust. “What is that?” He coughs, taking a step closer towards their car.
“Just some herbs, to calm me down.” The guy said, grinning, taking another deep breath of his cigarette. “Smells disgusting.” Brady says, before he gets dizzy. “Are you okay officer?” The guy said worringly, taking a step towards Brady, who steadies himself against the car. “Yeah, its fine.” He coughs, blinking multiple times. Again, the guy blows out, this time, right at the Officers face, the dust inavding his nostrils, his mouth and his eyes.
“What the fuck dude??” Brady comes to his senses and pushes him away, but then, he stumbles, one arm at his forehead, the other at his holster, desperately trying to draw his pistol. “You… you are arrested.” He says, his vision getting blurry, his head and body heavy. “I dont think so.” The guy says triumphantly, and disarms Brady rather easily.
Then, the other guy appears from behind him, restraining him with ease. “Jack, I think this is a mistake.” He says, holding back Brady, whos still trying to fight back. “Shut up, Danny boy.” Jack grunts, getting closer towards Brady. “This is perfect.” He chuckles, looking at the Officer, unable to get free. “But.. hes a..” Interupting him, Jack barks loudly. “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Danny gets silent, while Brady ceases to struggle. “Let me go, I dont know who you are, but you should listen to your friend.” He says slowly, before Jack gently lifts his chin to look into his eyes.
“Thank you Officer, but no.” He says, taking another deep breath, and blowing the smoke right into Bradys mouth, who takes all of it in. His eyes roll back for a second, and his body gets stiff. “What are you doing to me?” He groans, but Jack cackles. “Youre mine now.” Jack pats his cheek, and motions for Danny to let go off him. “Get inside the car, look out for any intruder.”
Danny nods and leaves. Brady stands there, dizzy, confused, and helpless as Jack walks around him. “Nice body.” He smirks, noe behind him, he hugs him, stroking him through his uniform. “Fuck you.” Brady says derpily, but something in his mind is enjoying this. “So resentful.” Jack says, wrapping a hand around the Officers neck, slightly chocking him. At the same time, he places a hand at his shoulder, right by his neck.
“Now listen, Officer.” He whispers into Bradys ear. “Focus on my voice. Just my voice. As I lead you, deeper and deeper into the forrest.” Jacks voice gets even smoother, softer, and more arrousing at the same time. Brady shakes his head, but the grip around his neck tightens intensely. “As an Officer, you were trained to serve, conditoned to serve, made to serve. And now, I will reactivate that part of you, the best part of you.” Jacks voice invades the cops mind. Every word feels so heavy, so toxic, yet so right. “Dont, please.” Brady begs.
“You now you want it. You know its how you are meant to be. Dont you? Jack grins, and lets go off him. The Officer drops to his knees, steadying himself against the cold floor. Catching his breath, he coughs again and again. But Jack lifts his head again, this time, he puts the cigarette into Bradys mouth and instantly, he takes another deep breath, the smoke filling his lungs, the taste filling his mouth.
"Good Officer.” Jack says, pulls at the cigarette one last time and throws it away. “Now get up.” He watches Brady get up, his eyes foggy and his body stiff, with his muscles bulging through the tight uniform. “What do we have here?” Jack says, searching every pocket of the Jacket, until he finds a wallet. “Ah, gotcha. Vince Brady. Is that right?” The Officer nods mindlessly.
“Officer Brady, can you hear me?” Jack smirks, putting a hand at the shoulder once more, this time, he pinches him firmly, before leaning into him again. “Yes.” Brady says in a dull voice. “Good. Now listen to me. You are mine now. You will do as I say, when I say it. Understood?” Jack grunts and Brady nods.
“Now. Strip.” He demands, and the Officers followd his command. Brady takes his Jacket off, his Vest, his belt, his holster, his shoes and his pants. While Jack watches him closely, stroking his cock through his jeans. “Thats what I like.” He says, looking at the huge bugle in the cops briefs. “Get inside tje car, backseat.” He points at the car, and as Brady gets inside, Jack collects the uniform and puts it into the trunk.
“Is he ready?” Danny says once Jack is in tje car, also in the backseat. “Not yet, get us home while I finish him.” Jack turns to the Officer who stares into the void, all that its left are his briefs, socks and gloves. He leand into him again, pinching his shoulder. Bradys eyes roll back into his head instantly, and his cock moved rapidly.
“Officer Brady. When I touch you, when I speak to you, when I want you to. You will strip just like before, get on your knees and worship my cock. When Im generous, you can take it into your mouth, understood.” Licking his lips in expectation, Brady nods. “For now, I need you to follow my voice, even deeper into your mind.” Jack starts stroking Bradys chest, his nipples, his tummy, through his abs and down to his crotch.
“I want you to put all of your restistance, all of your will to fight back, and all whats left of your old self into your cock, making it harder than ever before.” The Officer groans, bending his body, and Jack feels the mans dick sweeling more and more. “Good boy.” He smiles, but you can only cum when I allow it. Without my permission, you must not cum, once.“ He says, stroking him again and again, enjoying the sight of this bulky man, at the verge of his dick errupting.
"Now, Officer, when I snap my finger, you will cum, and with that, you will be my mindless tool, my fucktoy, wearing your dirty, stained uniform all day, sucking my cock, whenever I need you too.” Brady groans loudly, unable to hold back any longer, and his dick is already leaking harshly.
‘snap’
With that, the cops dick shoots a massive load, once then twice, moaning loudly. And instantly, his body slumps into the seat of the car, his will, his personality gone forever. “Good boy.” Jack smirks triumphantly and looks at Danny, whos rubbing his cock while driving. “Thats always the best part.” He grins, and Jack slides his hands into his jeans. “Now its my turn.”
After using the same old body for nearly three months now, I decided to look for a new one. And there he was, a handsome soldier boy on a train. I sat down a few rows in front of him and kept an eye on him, in case I get an opportunity to strike.
There it was. He closed his eyes, leaning against the window and I knew it was my only chance. Since I was a kid, I learned how to let my conciousness leave my physical body, wandering around the near emptiness of the world around me. It got even better when I realized, taking over somebody elses body is even funnier. For me at least.
I closed my eyes, and focused on my goal. In a few minutes, I could feel my mind leaving that body. A pretty young stud, a very big dick and big arms. Even though, after fucking all of his friends and many strangers, it got pretty boring. Plus, he got more and more annoying trying to get back into control. He shall have it back then, a weak body is no use for me anyways.
So I left the body, and without a second glance back I made my way to my new host. I was hovering in front of his pretty face, ran a hand through his hair, a long his jaw to his ear. Fuck. The perfect host. I moved to his back and began to infiltrate his precious body. Slowly, I hugged him from behind, my arms around his chest, wrapping him into a tight hug.
He took a deep breath, which I used to enter his body through his mouth. The soldier chocked once, coughed a few times and opened his eyes. Unable to catch his breath, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Inside, he drank some water, his throat sore from me sliding inside him. But I wasnt wasting any time. I invaded his conciousness, seeing him standing there. I approached him from behind, and put my hand on his shoulder.
“The fuck.” He flinched, looking into the mirror. Checking his eyes, his mouth and his neck, he sighed in relief. Time for me to strike. I easily took control of his limbs, the easiest part. I raised his hand, running his fingers a long his jawline through his scruffy beard.
“Not bad for a start.” I made him grin, his eyss slowly changing in color. “Whos there?” He said, voice shaking slightly. He knew I was with him, but je couldnt see me. Turning around, slightly panicking, he tries to get back in control, but Im a professional.
“Im your new master.” I said using his voice, turning back to the mirror, smirking deviously. “What? I? I must be dreaming.” He thought, unable to use his voice. “Boy. This isnt a dream.” I say seriously, and run a hand through his hair, across his face, checking every angle. “Not for you that is.” I giggled.
“What are you? This is my body.” He groaned, while I started to flex at my reflection. “Fuck yeah.” I said, enjoying how his muscles bulge against the fabric of the uniform, so tight, so good. I got hard instantly. “Dude. STOP.” He thought, as I started to stroke his chest firmly, before umbuttoning his camo shirt. “Why? Im need to see the goods.” I smirked, pulling up the shirt, having a good look at his well trained body.
“Oh yea.” I said, biting the my lower lip. “THIS IS INSANE. STOP.” He tried his best to overpower me, but no way Im letting that happen. “Soldier boy. Were gonna have somw fun.” I smirked again, grabbing his cock through the uniform pants, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. “Massive. Not bad.” I said, opening his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles.
“Wait. No please.” He stuttered, but I didnt care. “Trust me, this is fun.” I pulled his boxers down, and looked at his huge meat, standing at attention, leaking slightly. Without any further ado, I started jerking off, quickly, firmly, enjoying how it felt using this fresh body. The soldier moaned, screamed and fought back, but once I shot the first load, he was powerless.
“Dont do that, please.” He begged, his voice getting silent. “Its just the beginning.” I smiled, getting dressed again, leaving the restroom. I sat back down, took his stuff and at the next stop, I will look for some fun.
Its Lennards first day at work as a cop, but he loves it already. He loves how the uniform flatters his muscular body, how his biceps bulge inside the jacket and how his thighs looked even bigger, pressed into the tight pants.
Now, he sits in a car next to his new Partner, Michael. An older, more experienced officer, who was meant to teach Lennard everything he needs to know. In the afternoon, the shift nearly over, they sit side by side, having lunch break.
Lennard took a deep bite from his sandwich, when suddenly, Michaels phone starts vibrating in his pocket. “Gotta take this.” He growls, fishes for his phone, his mouth filled with food. “Hello?” He says, swallowing hard, and then, he stopped moving at all. His body language changes instantly. He gets stiff and rigid, his arms start to bulge even harsher and his upper body leans back against the seat.
“Are you, ok?” Lennard says worryingly, leaning forward to check his eyes. They seem vacant, empty, life less. “Yes.” He suddenly says in a monotone voice, before he leans forward, turning the radio on. A strange sound starts playing, ringing through every fiber of Lennards body. “Dude, the fuck.” He scuffs, reaching for the radio but Michael stops him easily. “Yes.” He says, firmly holding Lennards wrist with one hand.
In one swift motion, Michael wraps his arm around Lennards neck, choking him vehemently. “Fuck. Whats wrong with you?” He groans, trying to fight him off, but slowly, the music starts to invade his mind. Something, some voice, is talking underneath the rhythmic sounds.
“Let me go!” He hit Michael with his elbow, but he is just strong. For a little while, he fights for air, but he just gets enough to not faint. Then, suddenly, he felt at ease. A voice telling him not to resist, to give in, to let go and relax.
His body gets weak, his eyes unfocus and his arm drop to the side of his body. Carefully, Michael puts Lennard back on to the seat, and places his phone right next to his ear.
“Lennard. Can you hear me?” A smooth voice says, sending shivers down his spine. “Yes.” He replies, in a robotic voice. “Very good. Im so happy youre finally hear. I couldnt wait any longer to finally see you in that uniform. You should now, that half of the guys at the station are my playthings. And I needed to habe you, since the day I met you.”
Lennard starts drooling, his mind waiting for another command. “For now, this will do. We dont wanna rush it.” The man says, and there is excitement in his voice. “Now, Lennard, I sent a video to this phone. Play it, and let Michael watch too. He did good today.” The voice giggles, and Lennard does as hes told.
He opens the messages, clicks on the link and a video starts playing. Some sort of spiral, mixed with different messages hidden beneath the shiny colors and vibrating sounds. “Just focus on the video officers.” The voice rings through the speakers.
The video plays, and the two men sit there, their minds slowly fading even further away. Michael, who had watched this a couple of times before, unzipps his pants, and pulls his throbbing cock out of his tight trousers. Instantly, he starts jacking off, quickly, like it is drilled into him.
Lennard, who is still resisting, tries to snap out of it, hearing the moans of his new partner. “What? Is this?” He moans once, reaching for the phone, but again, Michael stops him.
“Michael, why dont you help Lennard, relax.” The voice says, and Michael nods. “Yes.” He instantly grabs Lennards bulge, and starts rubbing his dick firmly. “Fuuuuck.” Lennard groans, trying to push him off, but his body isnt following his commands anymore.
With his eyes stuck at the spiral, he could just watch this man he never met before, unbutton his pants, and pulling his erect dick out of his boxers. “No, please.” He whispers, barely able to breathe. “Lennard. Listen to me.” The voice says loudly, and like a button pushed, his eyes got vacant and his body weak.
“This is your first step. Trust me, you will enjoy it once were done.” Michael starts sucking Lennards massive meat, and to his horror, it feels so good. “You will learn what it means to obey, to serve your master. To be mine.” The voice says, the words burning into Lennards mind.
“Obey. Serve.” He stutters, Michael still sucking him off. Now, he begins thrusting into the mans mouth, a reflex that he couldnt help but do, again and again. “Lennard. Once we meet, I will touch your shoulder and speak those words.”
“Time to serve, officer.”
Lennard gasps, when Michael flinches once, seemingly conditioned with the same phrase.“
"You will get back into this state, as long as I tell you to. You wont have any memory of this, at least not one you can access.”
“Mhmmm” Lennard moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Now, once you cum into your partnes mouth, you wont be able to resist anymore. You will follow my orders. You will obey. Understood.”
The man says in a serious tone. “Yes. Sir.” Lennard moans quietly, so close to cumming.
“Now, cum.” With that signal, he shoots a massive load into Michaels mouth, once, then twice. His dick twitching from all the pressure. Lennards groans loudly, and sits there motionless. Michael lets go of his cock, and starts touching himself again, cumming instantly.
“Very good, officers.” The voice says, and the video stops. “Now, clean yourselfes, help each other putting your uniforms back on.” Lennard takes the initiative and gets Michael dressed again, then Michael does the same for Lennard.
“Are you done?” The man asks. “Yes. Sir.”
“Good. Now. Delete the video from your phone, Michael.” And he does. The two officers sit there, fully dressed, the air filled with lunch and cum.
“Officers. I want you to do as follows. When I end the call, you will be yourselfes again. You wont remember anything unless I demand it. I will visit you soon, Lennard. Be ready.”
The call ends and the two men return back to normal.
How does it feel, wearing that jacket? Does it make you feel strong? Big? Masculine? Yes. Of course. And it comes with an added bonus.
You dont have to worry anymore, about anything. Just let go of your thoughts, let your heavy mind breathe freely. Everything, so heavy. Your arms, legs, knees, feet, your shoulder, elbows and your back. So heavy.
Just focus on me, follow my voice, deep down into your heavy heart. Doesnt it feel good to follow orders? You dont have to think anymore. Just get big. Train your body, let go of your mind.
Focus on me, my hand on your forehead. Follow my finger, from left to right, right to left. So calm, so relaxing. I can see you still resisting, but that wont change anything.
When I am done with you, you will be happy to serve me. Happy to be on your knees, mouth open, waiting for your meal.
“So, Josh, you coming back to my place?” A voice rings through every fiber of Josh’s body, and for a second, he regains his composure and looks around. He’s sitting in a crowded bar, a glass of beer half empty on the table, and a very handsome guy sitting right in front of him.
“What?” Josh says breathlessly, his head so heavy, his eyes hurting and his body just reluctantly following his orders. “I asked you to come back to my place.” The handsome man smiles, and runs a hand through his neat hair. Josh blinks, and rubs his forehead. “What is this?” He stutters, looking down at the table, and back to the mans face, who hides a grimace behind a seductive grin.
“Come on, you hooked me up on Grindr.” He scuffs, raises his hand and starts fiddling with the ring on his finger. Josh frowns, his eyes stuck at the shining piece of gold. “I did?” He says slowly, lowering his hands. “Yeah, are you okay?” The man comforts him, placing a hand on his. Simultaneously, he extended his leg, to reach Joshs calves. With the tip of his leather shoe, he strokes him again and again, calming him down.
“Yes, it’s okay.” He moans deeply, and closes his eyes. But now, a voice rings through his body again, the mesmerizing, overpowering voice of this guy.
“Its okay big boy. Its what you are made to be. Just relax. Let me guide you. Obey me. Obey.”
He opens his eyes, meeting the gaze of the strange man right away. With the mans eyes shining lightly, his mouth forms into a huge smile. “So, what do you say?” He asks again, stroking himself through his tight leather jacket. “Yes. Yes please.”
Triumphantly, the man gets up and motions for Josh to follow his lead. Like a drone, he runs after him and gets into a car. With both man inside, the stranger plugs headphones into Joshs ear, starts his playlist and they take off. Just a quick introduction, deeper into Joshs subconsciouness.
During the ride, Josh lets out multiple moans, groans and growls, both of his hands on his crotch, rubbing against his cock, pleasing himself. “Very good.” The man smirks, touching himself as well.
At his house, he unplugs the headphones, Josh unable to think straight, drools and leans his head back against the seat. “The perfect specimen.” He growls and runs his fingers along Joshs jawline, through his beard, his lips, his neck and down his chest. “Lets go, boy.”
He pats his chest, and the two of them head inside. “Wait here, stud.” The man pats his shoulder, and leaves the room. Joshs body sways back and forth, slowly losing his balance. Just in time, the man returns and stands in front of him. “Just another step, boy. You can rest soon.” He strokes his face. “Kneel.”
Josh gets down, and opens his mouth, as he is now conditioned to. The man lifts his chin, before sticking three fingers into his mouth, slowly moving them back and forth, making him gag. “Thats good. Good boy.” He smirks, runs a hand around his head and pulls him against his bulging crotch. “Take a good sniff, you will get it soon.”
Josh moans, and licks the mans cock through the jeans. “Ambitious. Adorable.” He scuffs.
Officers Ramirez and Kahn are on their way to a small house a little out of town, a man called 911 about an attempted break in. Just the usual stuff. They were partners for a while now, working out together in their free time and drinking beer after a long, exhausting shift.
Kahn parks the car in the driveway, the sun setting behind a thick line of trees. He looks around, a few more houses, no people in sight. “Huh.” He frowns. “What?” Ramirez lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles. “Nothing. Lets get it over with.”
They walk towards the main entrance, the door opens, and a rather young, small man stands there, wearing a doctors clothing. “Hello. You Mr. Thomson?” Ramirez says, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, please come in.” The men leads the two officers into the living room, everything neatly organized, filled with books, flowers and man different paintings.
“So, why are we here?” Kahn asks, resting one of his hands at his waist while checking his suroundings. “Yeah. Uh. I came home after a long shift, and found two windows broken.” The man says, rubbing the back of his head. “One here in the living room, the other further down the back.” Kahn and Ramirez exchange a knowing look and nod.
“I’ll stay here, you take a look back there.” Kahn motions down the hallway and Ramirez agrees. “Gotcha.” The man smiles nervously, and stutters. “I- I will show you the way.” He says and leads Ramirez away, through the house into another, smaller room, a bed room.
The officer spots the broken glass on the floor right next to the open window and takes a step closer. But before he can open his mouth to say something, the man grabs his wrist, and pinches his neck. “Officer Ramirez. Its time to let go."The man says, his voice now deeper, more seductive. The cops eyes go wide, his pupils expand and his body stiffens.
"Officer. Can you hear me?” The man leans in, whispering into his ear. “Yes. Sir.” Ramirez growls. “Good boy. Now sit on the bed and wait for me to return.” The man lets go off his body, and Ramirez walks to the bed, sitting down. Running a hand through his hair, the man smirks triumphantly. “One down.” It was easy, since Ramirez is his newest toy, easily entranced. Obedient.
He makes his way back to Kahn, whos kneeling over some shattered glass, taking pictures. “There you are.” Kahn grunts and gets up. “I saw you have cameras?” He nods and motions for the multiple cameras around the house. “Oh right, I have the footage on my phone, give me a second.” The man pulls out his smartphone, unlocks it and opens a file. “Take a look.” He hands Kahn the phone, and as soon as the officer looks at the screen, it starts flashing wildly, again and again, in various colours and paces. “Whats this?” Kahn blinks a few times, but is unable to look away. “Its okay officer, just keep watching.” The man grins deviously, places a hand at the cops neck, holding him in place.
It doesnt take long for him to start swaying back and forth, his eyes grow heavy and he breathes deeply. “How does it feel, officer.” Kahns eyes unfocus, as he opens his mouth, drooling. “Warm.” Nodding, the man grabs his wrist gently, and pinches his neck. “Can you hear me, officer.”
Kahn nods. “Good. From now on, you will enter this state of mind, whenever I tell you to let go.” Whispering right into Kahns eyer, he breathes against his skin. “Do you understand?” The cop nods slowly, and drops the phone. “Yes. Sir.” The man lets go of his neck, and pats his back. “Good pup.” He walks around him, enjoying the built of his newest toy. “We should start training. Follow me.”
He leads Kahn into the back room, where Ramirez is waiting on the bed, drooling. “Stay.” Kahn stops in the middle of the room, his eyes foggy and vacant. The man looks for his purse, and pulls it out of the tight uniform. “Ramirez, get up and feel Officer Kahns pecs, while you flex, Kahn.”
“Yes sir.” The two man growl in unsion, and do as theyre told. Ramirez walks up in front of his partner, and starts touching him. “Do you like it?” The man says prouldy. “Yes.” Kahn says, deeply hypnotised. “Now, Ramirez. Open his trousers and pull them down.”
“Yes sir.” He does as hes told, exposing Kahns briefs. “Ramirez. Get on your knees, and make love to his bulge.”
“Yes sir.” He buries his face into the briefs, kissing his cock through his underwear. Kahn grunts lowly. The right moment. The man grabs his neck again, whispering into the officers ear.
“Officer Kahn. You were born to serve, born to please, born to protect. From now on, you will serve me, please me, and protect me, whenever I tell you to. You will be mine, you will follow all of my commands without question.”
“Do you understand?” The man pinches the officer firmly, making him moan. “Yes sir.”
“Good boys.” He looks down at the big stud, making love to his partner. Both of their cocks tenting harshly.
“Officer Kahn. Time to finish our first lesson. I want you to focus on this.” He grabs a pair of headphones from the night stand and covers Kahns ears. He starts the playlist from his laptop, rythmic music, with many different commands buried underneath.
“Ramirez. Remove his underwear and suck his cock, swallow his whole load, and make sure nothings left on his skin.”
“Yes sir.” The officer wastes no time, and follows his commands, taking Kahns long, throbbing cock fully in his mouth. The man smirks, walks around the two man, and starts touching them, their bodies, pecs, arms, their necks, touching himself while hes at it.
Not two minutes later, Kahn shoots a massive load into Ramirez’ mouth, both man moaning slowly. Kahns eyes roll back into hid head, his mouth drooling and his nipples piercing through uniform. “Good boy.” He pats Ramirez head. “Get him dressed, and wash your mouth. Pig.” The man grunts.
Now, the two man stand there, and he leads them back to the main entrance. “Officers. I want you to listen closely. I will set you free now, and you wont remember anything that happened today.” He searches for Kahns phone, takes his thumb to unlock it and plants his number into it. “Kahn. When I call you, you take it. You will obey. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” He pats his neck firmly. “Good.”
He snaps his finger and the two men blink quickly. They look around and focus on the man. “Thank you Officers, everything is settled.” Kahn and Ramirez nod, and leave the house.
I open the door and walk through the hallway right into the living room, spotting him. Yosef, a dear friend of mine, is standing in the middle of the room, motionless, his chin resting on his chest and his arms hanging down. Just as I love him.
I conditioned him to go under every time I send him a special voice message. A little command I inplanted deep in his mind, he is the perfect specimen for this experiment. Of course, he isnt aware of this at all. Thats even more exciting. Yosef would unlock the door, dress up in one of his many track suits, adidas is my favorite, and wait for me, his master.
Good boy, just how I like you. I think to myself and walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to him, whispering right into his ear. “Thats right, well done.” I say, massaging his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his jacket on my skin.
He opens his mouth, and growls deeply. I lift his head gently, and have a look into his beautiful, empty eyes. Unable to focus, and completely vacant, he stares into the void. “Thats it.” I grin, touching my erect cock through my pants.
I walk behind him, and hug him from behind, running my hands across his chest, his tits, nipples until I unzip his jacket, and grab his bare chest. Yosef breathes deeply, and I feel his whole body react to my touch. Every fiber of his body gets stiff and rigid, including his massive cock now tenting in his joggers.
My hands slip inside his trousers, and I grab his leaking meat, starting to jerk him off. He begins to thrust against my hand, and I slirk deviously. “Finally.” I lick his ear, making him moan. But before he cums, I release him, and walk around once more. “On your knees.” I demand, and he does. Instantly, he presses his head against my crotch, licking me through my bulging jeans.
“You hungry?” I open my pants, pull them down, including my underwear and he begins to suck my dick. I was waiting for this moment for a month now. And it feels so good.
Pasquale was so happy when he finally got his bike license. As always, safety goes first, so he visited a little bike shop out of town. A few of his friends, and the reviews on google told him that this place is worth its money.
He slid into the leather pants, leather jacket, gloves and boots, loving how the whole attire formed around his skin, his muscles and his whole body. Something felt off though. Somehow, he felt a tickling sensation on his skin, draining him, but making him happier than before at the same time.
Stepping outside, the owner handed him a fitting helmet, with a sly grin on his face. “Found this in the back, limited stock.” He said, his voice sounding deeper than before. Pasquale got turned on by this, feeling his cock already bulging against the tight leather pants. Maybe this was just the excitement, the arrousal of wearing a leather outfit. “Thanks” He nodded, and put the helmet on.
As soon as it went down his face, it happened. The helmet sent out a high pitched sound, virbrating through every fiber of hid body. Without being able to fight back, his mind got overpowered easily. Just 29 seconds later, his whole body went stiff and rigid. His eyes went vacant, and his mind dull. Pasquale let out a soft moan, his voice muffled by the helmet.
“Very good dude.” The owner rubbed his hands and took a step closer towards the leather man. “Told you, youd look hot.” He said, taking a good look of Pasquale from every angle. Then, he hugged him from behind, feeling his pecs, his arms, his chest, his hips, down to his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock through the pants.
“Now. Give the suit what he desires.” The owner whispered, and instantly, Pasquales body compulsed slightly, as he shot load after load into his pants. The suit taking this gift quickly. The man lead him to the back of the shop, placed him in a corner and enjoyed hearing the young man releasing himself time and time again as the suit reprogramed Pasquales mind, making him a leather drone for his new master.
