Politically Corrected (mm hypno)

Badger had been giving Dale grief ever since they first met.

It’s not that Badger was a bad officer - he was well liked, competent and had a decent arrest record. Dale was young, ambitious, well educated and a bit more polished.

It was when the two of them were partnered up that the trouble started.

The captain had thought it was a good idea to team up Badger’s street experience and down-to-earth approach with Dale’s education and analytical skills. It worked well on paper. What he didn’t realise was that Badger would be resentful of Dale’s upper class attitude, and Dale would get so annoyed with Badger’s crudity. Everyone knew the two guys didn’t quite mesh, but no one wanted to take sides or get involved between partners.

It all came to a head one Wednesday afternoon as they were coming off shift. Dale was coming around behind the lockers when he heard Badger talking loudly to his friends. He decided to stay hidden for a minute and wait until they broke up. That way he didn’t have to comment on one of Badger’s inane stories about his latest conquest. He’d had enough macho talk during their time in the car, and he’d rather avoid trouble if he could.

Badger was going on about his little exploit in a bar last night, and was talking about some ‘fag’ that had ‘tried to pick him up’. Dale didn’t think this likely, as any guy with the slightest gay feeling would know that Badger was as straight as they come.

What followed was a lot of anti-gay jokes, and references to those ‘fucking queers’.

It wasn’t just Badger’s homophobia that got to Dale, though. It was the calm way everyone was just letting him run off about it. It didn’t matter whether they disagreed with him on the inside - someone should have said something out loud. The trouble was, some of them probably would try gay sex, if they thought they could get away with it. Dale was getting sick of this heterosexual attitude, and it was at that point he decided to do something about it.

Dale came around the corner just as the boy’s club was breaking up, and he came over to Badger.

“Listen, I’ve got to talk to you about something important.”

“What?” Badger was not that interested in what his stuck up partner wanted.

“I think there’s something going on you ought to know about. It’s really important.”

Badger was still a good enough policeman to be intrigued by this. “Well, tell me then.”

“Not here. We don’t know who might be listening. Look, I know it sounds crazy. But come by my place tonight and I’ll tell you everything.” Dale was trying to get Badger hooked, without being too specific.

“Not tonight. I’ve got big plans.” Badger made a grab at his crotch in an obscene gesture, and Dale tried to keep from giving up in disgust.

Actually, the thing was that Dale could have been attracted to Badger under other circumstances. He was big and solid, with a few marks on his body from his tough upbringing. Dale was smooth and clean, but was turned on by a guy who was a bit ‘rough’.

Dale himself was very attractive, and had no problems picking up the occasional partner. He had to be fairly discreet to avoid any gossip getting around, but he was not the only gay police officer trying to keep a low profile. If Badger had been only a tiny bit less of an ignorant pig, Dale could have had a crush on him. As it was, Badger seemed to go out of his way to be offensive.

“It’ll only take a while. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was important.” Dale tried to make himself sound as desperate as possible, and this obviously swung Badger over.

“Okay, I’ll drop by for a few minutes. But this better be fucking good!”

“Believe me, you won’t believe what I’ve got to say.” Dale felt relieved that this first part of the plan seemed to have worked. Now, to work on the rest of it, and get everything set up for his bit of revenge.

It was early evening when Badger stopped by. Dale got him inside, and offered him a beer. He was counting on Badger’s desire for alcohol to outweigh his desire to be on his way as soon as possible.

“Okay, what’s this all about?” asked Badger as he drank from his bottle and leaned against the table.

“I think there’s a big conspiracy going on at the station. I’ve got a feeling there’s someone there who’s full of shit, lying to us all.” Dale knew he had to keep talking for a little while until the drug kicked in. He had made a quick trip to the evidence room this afternoon and liberated some doses of the latest date rape pills. Luckily it had been a big raid, and he knew that no one was going to miss a few tablets, and it wouldn’t affect the conviction of the pushers.

He meandered a bit, trying to keep as vague as possible until he saw Badger’s head start to droop. Then he took on a more forceful tone, and started talking directly to his fellow officer.

“Badger, if you’re not interested in what I’m saying, why don’t you just relax and go to sleep. I don’t care if you just go deeper and deeper and get sleepier and sleepier. Just listen to my voice and relax.” It seemed to be working. Badger was relaxing, and the bottle was in danger of slipping from his hand.

“I want you to finish up your drink, though, before you go completely to sleep. Just finish the bottle and put it down.”

Badger did as instructed. Dale wasn’t sure exactly how much of the drug was necessary, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“Why don’t you just sit down here on the couch and make yourself comfortable while I talk to you. Just relax here on the soft cushions and just let yourself go and relax as deeply as possible.” Dale guided Badger’s large muscular frame over to the couch, and got him settled. Even in his civvies, he still looked like a police officer. Dale was well toned and perfectly fit, but Badger had the big muscles that come from a life of sport, working out and lots of sex.

“Listen to me Badger. You are going deeper and deeper into a world where only my voice exists. You can hear my voice clearly, and you know that every word I am speaking is the truth. Everything I tell you is absolutely true, because I would never lie to you. Do you understand?”

“Yeah ...” mumbled the drugged officer.

“Everything I tell you is true, and you will believe what I tell you.” Badger was deeply in trance, and Dale had no idea how long the drug would last. He had done some quick research on the Internet, but this drug was so new there wasn’t a lot of information.

“First, let’s change a few of your attitudes about working with me. I’m a good officer, Badger, probably the best officer you’ll ever work with. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“In fact, you want to work with me. You want to be my partner more than anything in the world. You would do anything to work with me, to make me happy. You can’t imagine working >without me.”

“Can’t work without you ...”

“You don’t want another partner. You like me and respect me and you know you are not worthy to be with me, so you have to work really hard to gain my trust and respect.”

“Not worthy ...”

“That’s right. You’re nowhere near as good as I am. I am doing you a favour by letting you work with me. You will do whatever I tell you to, without argument. I am the boss; you are just a little rookie who’s along for the ride. Got that?”

“Yes. You are the boss.”

Dale was pleased. He didn’t know how effective this was going to be, but he felt quite powerful, and also very turned on. He had never been into B & D, or any sort of S & M, but this scene was incredibly erotic. He could feel himself getting hard inside his trousers.

“Now, about this preoccupation with women. You’ve never had sex with a woman before. You have never even seen a real woman naked.” Badger looked a bit confused, and Dale thought he might have gone too far too fast.

“Listen to me, Badger. I’m telling you the truth. You have never had sex with a woman before in your life. You just made up all those stories to impress your mates. The truth is you’re a virgin.”

“I’m a virgin ...” Badger reluctantly agreed.

“Tell me the truth, Badger. Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“No. Am a virgin.”

“So what about all the stories you tell the guys at work?”

“Made ‘em up. Said it to impress them.” Dale couldn’t believe how well this was working, and how sexy it was. He couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to.

“And you’ve never even seen a real naked woman, have you? You have just pretended all along.”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen a woman.”

“No one knows you’re a virgin. It’s a big secret. You’d hate it if anyone ever found out. But I know your secret. That’s because I’m smart and so much better than you.”

Badger was looking uncomfortable, and Dale wondered where to take it from here.

“I know your secret, but I’m your partner, so I won’t tell anyone. As long as you behave yourself and do what you’re told. Is that okay?”

“You won’t tell anyone?”

“As long as you’re a good boy and do what you’re told.”

“I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t tell anybody. Please?” Badger was begging, even though his eyes were still closed and his chin was on his chest.

“I won’t tell anyone. For now.” Dale figured he’d gone just about as far as he dared for the first session, so decided to finish up before the drug wore off.

“What I want you to do now is go home. You didn’t go out tonight, because you never go out. Tomorrow, you’ll make up a story to tell the boys. But you will just go home and go to bed and think about how great your partner is.”

“Go home.”

“That’s right. You dropped by here for a friendly drink and a chat, and now you’re going home to bed.”

Badger stood slowly to his feet, and his eyes opened, although they were still slightly glazed. He started toward the door, and Dale held it open for him. For a minute, he wondered if he was in any fit state to drive, but then it was too late. Badger was out the door and on his way home.

Dale went back and sat down, and realised that he felt excited and alive and sexier than he had ever been. He got out his swollen cock and jerked off there and then. But even when he had finished, he didn’t feel any calmer. In fact, he started making plans for what he could do to his partner next time, if this drug was everything he thought it could be.

The next day was definitely different. From the moment Badger first saw Dale, he started acting quite shy and embarrassed. During morning briefing, Dale looked up and caught Badger staring at him. Badger immediately blushed and looked down at his notebook, and Dale knew that his suggestions had had their effect. At lunchtime, Badger was entertaining some of the guys with a story about a well endowed woman he had seduced the night before. When Dale walked in, he stopped for a moment, but when the others encouraged him, he kept on but with guilty looks at Dale.

During the day, business went by extremely well. There was no tension as the two worked together, as Badger was happy to do whatever Dale suggested. If he pointed out a course of action, instead of arguing the point with his partner, Badger just agreed and went about his business. Dale was delighted.

As they were changing to go home, Dale suggested that he go around to Badger’s place for a drink after work, and Badger agreed.

“That is, unless you have plans?”

Badger looked around sheepishly, and quietly admitted “Of course not.”

Dale smiled, and finished dressing. This was going to be fun.

Dale arrived at Badger’s apartment later that evening with a bag of goodies. Badger let him in and was very deferential, which Dale found quite a turn on. He had brought more of the drug, and it shouldn’t be a problem getting it into Badger’s drink. But first, he wanted to see how well the previous conditioning had taken.

“So, did you have a good time last night?” Badger looked queasy and turned away.

“It was okay.”

“What did you do after you left my place?”

“Nothing much.”

“You told the guys at work you had a great time with some girl called Emma. Is that right?”

“No,” said Badger, squirming in his seat. “You know what happened.”

Dale had a moment of fear as he tried to guess what Badger remembered.

“No, you tell me. What happened last night?”

“We had a drink, and then I went home to bed. There was no ‘Emma’. I’ve never had a woman.” This admission made Badger feel sick. He truly believed he was a virgin, and for a man of his age, with his reputation, it was painful. Dale liked seeing him squirm.

“Where’s your little black book that I hear so much about?” The quick change of focus was a blessing for Badger, and he went to a draw to retrieve it. He passed it over to Dale, who quickly flicked through what must have been a couple of hundred phone numbers.

“So, you haven’t slept with any of the women in here at all?”

Badger was momentarily confused, as his real memories struggled with his conditioning. Finally, he let out an embarrassed ‘No’.

“But I’m going to fix that!” He looked up with a glint of determination in his eyes. “I’m tired of being a virgin and fucking lying to everyone all the time.” Badger was getting a bit worked up, and he’d obviously spent the day thinking about his plight. “Starting tomorrow, I’m going to go for any bit of pussy that comes my way. I’m making up for lost time.” Badger had a look of zeal on his face, as he contemplated scoring with dozens of women within a few days. Although Dale had reconstructed his memory, Badger’s personality was asserting itself, and Dale could see him reverting to type.

“Here. Let me go and get you another drink.” Dale went into the kitchen and doctored up another beer for his pathetic partner.

As he waited for the drug to kick in, he put the next part of his plan into action.

“Do you have any photo albums? You know, pictures of you when you were younger?”

Badger didn’t know why Dale would want to see them, but he went and dug a few books out from the bottom of his bedroom closet. Dale quietly leafed through them while the drug took hold of Badger. After finishing the bottle, Badger’s chin once again sunk to his chest, and Dale went over to sit beside him and begin the next part of the programming.

“Badger, can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“You can hear my voice, and remember that everything I tell you is the absolute truth. Everything I tell you is real and you must believe me. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He seemed to be deeper into it than he was the night before.

“This is a picture of you when you first went to school. Open your eyes and look at the picture. See it?”

“Yes.” It was a picture of a cute little boy, smiling at the camera, dressed in his uniform and holding his backpack.

“In that first week of school you wet your pants, and you were so embarrassed. Do you remember that?”

“No, not really.” Badger was struggling hard to remember the incident.

“You must believe me, Badger. You wet your pants during class, and everyone laughed at you, and you were really embarrassed. Remember?”

“Yes.” Badger was now reliving his shame.

“Now, who was your best male friend at school?”

“Billy Higgins.”

“You really liked Billy. He was your best friend, and you loved hanging out with him. He would tell you to do stuff, and you would do it. This made you happy.”

“Yeah.” Badger was smiling as he recreated his memories.

“Then one day, Billy told you to wet your pants again. You were standing in the playground, and he was there with some of his friends, and he told you to wet your pants. What did you do?”

“I don’t know ...”

“Remember? You wet your pants because he told you to. All his friends laughed at you, and the teacher thought you were a naughty boy, but you did just as your best friend told you to do. That is the important thing, Badger. No matter how embarrassed you get, you must do exactly what your friend told you to. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.” Badger looked very sad and miserable, but Dale couldn’t stop there. He was so turned on by this whole control thing, and he wanted to see how far he could go.

“While you were in primary school, Billy made you do other things as well. He would take your drink and spit in it, and then make you drink it, while his friends watched. You had to drink it, because Billy was your friend, and he was better than you, and he wouldn’t be your friend anymore unless you did what he asked.”

“Drank it ...”

“Billy got you to do all sorts of disgusting things, but you did everything he told you to do, so he let you hang around all the time. He was horrible to you, but you liked him so you obeyed him. Think of some of the other things he told you to do.” Badger’s face was animated as his imagination filled in the new memories. Dale let him be for about ten minutes, but didn’t want to leave it any longer in case the drug was wearing off.

“And that’s the way it is with me and you Badger. I am your partner and best friend, and you have to do exactly what I tell you to do. It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not. It is important that you obey.”

“Obey.”

“Good. Let’s look at the next picture. Who’s this?” It was a photo of two young couples. One of the guys was obviously Badger as a young teen, with longish hair parted in the middle and a dated shirt. The other young guy looked quite good, and they both had arms possessively around their girls.

“That’s Steve, and Alice and Trish.”

“Who is Steve?”

“He was my best friend through Junior High.” Badger was still in the trance, and answering unemotionally, but it was clear he had liked Steve.

“Excellent. Let’s see what we can change between you and Steve.” Dale thought for a minute. He didn’t want to push Badger too far, but he thought that he had at least half an hour left to work with the drugged cop.

“You look different in the photo. You’re hair is long, not like it is now. And you’re wearing that sexy shirt. You look like that because Steve told you to, don’t you?”

“Yes.” It was becoming easier for Badger to agree to the suggestions.

“Do you remember that afternoon when you went ‘round to his place, and he took out a comb and parted your hair down the middle, and told you to grow it long? You were a bit ashamed and embarrassed, but you had to do what he told you.”

“Yeah,” murmured Badger.

“And he undid your top buttons so everyone could see what a great chest you had, and then you went out looking different, but it was okay because Steve was still your friend.”

“I remember.”

“From then on, you only wore the clothes that Steve told you to. Your parents didn’t like your long hair, and you didn’t like it either, but you had to grow it to make Steve happy.”

“Yeah.”

“You did whatever Steve told you to do, because he was your best friend. You only went out with that girl because Steve told you to. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah.”

“Actually, you didn’t like the girl, but you would do anything to please Steve.”

“Anything.”

“If Steve asked you for your homework, you gave it to him. If he asked you to walk around without a shirt, you did that. Anything.”

“Yeah.”

“But he didn’t want you to have sex with your girlfriend. He told you that you must lead her on and keep her happy, but you couldn’t have sex.”

“No sex.”

“All the other guys your age were having sex. Steve was sleeping with girls. But you couldn’t because he told you not to and you must obey your best friend.”

“Obey.”

“Do you remember when you first jerked off?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about it.”

“My parents were out. It was a Saturday afternoon. I got my Dad’s playboy and was looking through it. My dick got hard and I started rubbing it. After a few minutes I came.” Dale found his bare-bones description quite appealing, but that didn’t stop him from changing it.

“That’s not how it happened, Badger. I am going to tell you what really happened, and you are going to know that this is the truth.”

“Yeah.”

“It was a Saturday afternoon. Your parents were out. Steve came over, and started talking about how he was having sex. You told him that you were a virgin, and he laughed. He told you to get your dick out, and you didn’t want to because you were embarrassed, but you had to do what he told you.” Badger was looking confused and trying to fight the images shaping in his mind, but the drug was working and he was deeply under.

“You argued, saying that it wasn’t right, but he insisted. He was your best friend and you have always obeyed your best friend. So you got your dick out of your pants so he could see it. Then he got you to rub your dick while he watched. He said you needed to work on it so it could get bigger. You came, and it was only a dribble because it was your first time. Steve laughed at you again, but you didn’t mind. You didn’t like doing it, and you were ashamed and your face turned bright red, but it was important to do as you were told.”

Badger didn’t like all this, but he couldn’t help but absorb the images.

“Then he told you that you had to jerk off every morning on to a piece of toilet paper and bring it to school to show him, so he would know you were exercising your dick. Do you remember getting up every morning, and jerking off because Steve told you to?”

“Yes.”

“And you wore the clothes he told you, and grew your hair because he told you to. Remember?”

“Yeah,” said Badger, as his subconscious gave in fully to these new memories.

“Sometimes, he told you to go into the toilets and jerk off, and when you came out he was there with all his friends and they were laughing at you. They knew what you were doing. But you had to do whatever Steve told you to. Do you understand all that? Do you remember that happening?”

“Yes.”

“So who was with you when you jerked off for the first time?”

“Steve.”

“And why did you jerk off?”

“Because he told me to.”

“Why did you wear those clothes? And why do your hair that way? And why go out with a girl you didn’t like?”

“Because Steve told me to. He was my friend and I had to do what he told me.”

“Or else?”

“He wouldn’t be my friend anymore.”

“And who’s your best friend now?”

“You are.”

“And will you do whatever I tell you to?”

“Sure.”

“Great. Now you just relax here for a few minutes and think about how you have always obeyed, how you’ve always done as you were told.”

“Okay.”

Dale let Badger relax on the couch, while he got up and stretched his legs. Everything was going fine, and if this conditioning held, he would soon have a muscled hunk that would do everything he told him to. Dale rubbed his cock through his trousers, and debated about jerking off, but thought he would leave it until later.

He went exploring around Badger’s apartment, checking out his bedroom and bathroom, looking into the secret life of his partner. It was a pleasure looking into someone else’s world without worrying about being caught.

He didn’t know how much longer the drug would hold, but it should be wearing off soon. He went back into the main room, and looked at Badger lightly dozing on the couch. He wanted to fuck this big, macho guy. Have him plead to kiss his partner’s cock. Have him strip in front of his friends and jerk off while they all laughed at him, and he was helpless to stop.

While Dale stood there, Badger stirred from his trance, and showed signs of waking up. Now was Dale’s chance to see what effect his new changes would have.

“What? What happened?” Badger was still a bit groggy.

“You just dozed off for a minute. You must have been tired, eh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. What were we talking about?”

“I was saying that we should go out for a drink,” said Dale.

“Sounds good to me. Let’s go.”

“No, wait. Don’t you need to get changed first?”

Badger looked down at the casual clothes he was wearing. There was nothing wrong with them, but I couldn’t wait to start playing with his mind.

“What’s wrong with this?” He actually thought there was something wrong because his best friend had said there was.

“Why don’t you go and grab a shower while I look through your closet for something better?”

“Sure.” Badger had actually showered before leaving the station, but he was now trained to obey Dale’s suggestions.

“Scrub yourself all over. You need to be really clean.” Dale moved off to the bedroom to grab some clothes he had spotted earlier. “Oh, and leave the door open. I want to check that you’re clean before you get dressed.”

Badger obediently went to the bathroom and started washing himself. He left the door open, and in a few minutes Dale was back and enjoying the view. It was obvious that Badger was embarrassed at being watched, but because of his new memories he couldn’t resist. He was scrubbing himself thoroughly, and he only disappointing part as far as Dale was concerned was that Badgers’ dick was still soft.

Of course, the conditioning had left him pliable and willing to obey, but had not made him gay. For a moment Dale considered whether he would make his partner homosexual, or simply a slave. However, he was brought back to reality as Badger left the shower and started towelling himself down. He was definitely a good looking guy, and Dale could feel himself drooling.

Time for a little more fun, and to see how well this new conditioning had taken.

“Hey, Badger, your dick looks a bit small. Have you been exercising it?”

“What do you mean?” asked Badger, confused and embarrassed.

“I mean, if you’re not having sex you need to jerk off to keep your dick working properly. When was the last time you jerked off?”

“I don’t know. About a month ago?” Badger was having trouble because he could no longer remember having regular sex, and therefore no need to masturbate. His new memories were still arranging themselves to take on board all the new ‘truths’.

“Well, you better keep working on it or it will just dry up and disappear. Why don’t you jerk off now, before we go?”

Badger was incredibly embarrassed, and tried to laugh his way out of it.

“Aw, come on, I’ll be fine. Let’s just go, eh?” Badger tried to push past Dale, with the towel still held in one hand to cover his private parts.

“No, Badger, I’m your friend, and I’m only looking out for you. We still have plenty of time, so get it out and release some of the pressure. Go on, it’ll do you good.” Of course Badger was extremely reluctant, but that’s what made it so hot for Dale. Badger walked over to the corner so that he faced the toilet bowl and had his back to Dale. He started stroking his dick, and in a few minutes had a good rhythm going. Dale wanted to go and get a closer look, but he didn’t want to push things too far. He was actually amazed that Badger was doing this much.

It didn’t take long for the reconditioned cop to cum, and he cleaned himself up and flushed the results. He turned back to Dale, but was unsure of what to do next. He was red from shame and exertion, so he just stood there awkwardly.

“Okay, let’s finish getting you ready. We better start with your hair.” Normally, Badger just ran a comb through his short, dark brown hair, keeping a semblance of a parting on the right. However, Dale produced a jar of gel that he had found in a cabinet under the sink.

“I don’t use stuff like that,” protested Badger.

“Come on, a change of image will do you good. Don’t worry, it’ll wash out.” Dale had his embarrassed friend take a big scoop of the hair goo and rub it in. He then had Badger comb it up into a central ridge, the sort of mohawk that was currently popular with the young guys. Dale was looking for signs of resistance, but so far it just seemed to be reluctance.

With the grooming finished, Dale produced a tight white muscle shirt, and a much-worn pair of jeans. Badger had obviously stopped wearing them when they had become too tight and threadbare, and had not thrown them away. As he asked about underwear, Dale told him they were unnecessary, and Badger struggled into the denim.

By the time he had finished, he looked completely different - a gay man’s dream. The clothes and the hair completely changed him. He looked younger and sexier, and his muscles stood out through the material of his thin cotton shirt. Dale was definitely hard.

“You look fantastic Badger. You should dress like this more often.” Badger was resigned, as for him this was just a replay of the years he spent with Steve. He checked his look in the mirror, and then they headed out for a night on the town.

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