Roadhouse Delight (mm hypno)

Every night, Sergeant Gary Carlisle stopped off at the greasy truck stop just outside of town. To have a cup of coffee, use the facilities, and simply break the monotony of small town night patrol.

Gary had been a policeman for ten years. He had married his high school girlfriend, gone off for a bit of training, and ended up here, driving around most nights on the lookout for the crimes that never happened. There were a few misdemeanours here and there, but mostly it was dull and boring.

The worst thing was that this routine was ruining his whole life. Not only was he disillusioned with this whole police thing, but at 29 he was developing a bit of a paunch from the constant sitting and munching. His boredom and frustration showed with his ill kept uniform, his unshaven face and his wife nagging him all the time.

He hated what was happening, but he didn’t know how to stop it. Whatever idealism he had once had that pushed him into the service seemed to have evaporated. His good looks and football glories had only taken him so far, and now he dreaded the thought of ending up like the tubby local sheriff that everyone considered ‘nice but ineffectual’. He still wanted more.

He pushed his way through the glass door and walked across to the counter. Over the past few weeks he had looked forward to this stop more and more. Joe, the guy who did the cooking and serving at this time of night was a great guy. Gary wouldn’t normally be this friendly with such a strange guy, but the night had made them into friends.

Joe was a big bear of a man, well muscled and coated with hair. This was in contrast to Gary, who, thanks to a Latin ancestor, was mostly smooth and polished. Although he was still well-toned, he was obviously going to fat a little, whereas Joe seemed to be solid rock.

“The usual?” Joe was already pouring a cup of his special brew.

“Jeez, Joe, I don’t know what you put in that coffee of yours, but it does the job.” Joe had recently started serving Gary from his own personal coffee pot, claiming it was a hell of a lot better than the brew he served the late night truckers. At first Gary didn’t notice anything different, just a slight bitterness. But now, he spent most of the day thinking about Joe and his coffee.

They chatted for a little while about the normal things. Gary felt the coffee warming his insides and spreading through his body. It tasted very bitter tonight, but he didn’t seem to mind. He needed the drink to help him calm down and get through the night. He looked around the room to see who else was out in the night.

There were only two other men. They looked like drivers, and they were sitting at a far booth drinking coffee in silence.

Gary turned back to Joe.

“Quiet night tonight,” said Joe.

“Just like every night,” replied Gary.

“Not quite. Tonight is going to be very special.” Joe was grinning.

Gary was wondering what he meant, but it seemed to be getting harder to think.

“Officer Gary, I would love to see you get your dick out and make it hard for me.” Joe was staring intently at Gary, and at first Gary didn’t really understand what he was saying.

But than he stood up off the stool, unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. The strangest thing of all was he kept wondering what had happened to his underwear. He started stroking his now exposed dick, until it was long and solid.

“Excellent. That looks like quite a weapon you’ve got there, Officer. Now sit back down, but leave it out so I can see it. And keep it hard, okay?”

“Okay,” replied Gary, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The two truckies hadn’t noticed anything, but now Gary was sitting at the counter with his pole sticking straight up out of his tight uniform pants.

“I’m glad that worked,” continued Joe. I knew the drug was working for a few little things, like getting rid of your underwear, but I wasn’t sure exactly how well it would work.” Gary was bewildered, but didn’t seem too concerned. He knew he should be worried, that there was something strange going on here, but whenever he tried to get some adrenaline going, something just squashed it down.

“First things first, though. I don’t know how long this dose will last, but I’ve given you a hefty shot. What I want you to do for me is go into the bathroom as usual. But this time you’re going to stare straight up at the security camera in the corner. You are going to jerk yourself off while looking straight at the camera, and when you’ve finished, you’re going to lick up all your cum. Got that?”

“Yep,” replied Gary in a lazy voice. He started to rise up off the stool.

“Oh, and when you’ve finished, I want you to wink at the camera and give it a big ol’ smile.”

“Sure thing,” said Gary as he headed for the rest room.

He pushed through the door into the small room. There was a sink, a urinal and a small cubicle. He looked around the ceiling until he located the camera. He started stroking himself before he even thought about what he was doing. He knew that this was wrong, that it wasn’t something he would normally do, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His dick was hard and throbbing, and needed attention, so he just kept jerking.

In the bathroom mirror, he could see himself out of the corner of his eye. The lone light bulb was not the most flattering light, and he could see that he was a little bit softer and rounded than he would have liked. But the thing was, he was in full uniform, jerking himself off to a security camera. He wasn’t concerned that someone would come in and catch him. He wasn’t concerned that he’d just walked across the diner with his boner sticking out of his uniform.

Oh, no.

He was only concerned that he’d put on a little weight. Was he going crazy?

He could feel his dick starting to spasm, and he exploded, his cum hitting the far wall. He milked himself a little longer, the proceeded to clean up his mess. Licking the cum from his fingers was easy enough, but as he leaned into the wall to get the rest, he gagged a bit.

He tried to stop then, but he couldn’t do anything until he finished every drop. He closed his eyes and tried not to imagine what else was on these bathroom walls.

When he was sure he had got every drop of cum, he looked at the camera, winked, gave his best smile, and went back out into the diner.

He had reflexively put his cock back inside his trousers, and as there was no instruction to countermand it, he was able to walk back to the counter with his embarrassment at a minimum.

As he sat back down on his stool, he seemed to come to himself a little bit more.

“What’s going on, Joe? What the hell did I just do?” Even though he should be scared and furious, whatever was happening to him was keeping him calm and relaxed.

“It’s a new kind of date rape drug. I’ve been giving it to you in your coffee for the past couple of weeks, and it seems to be working fine.”

Gary tried to take this in. His mind tried to churn, but the drug was keeping him down.

“Now listen, Officer Gary, there’s some stuff I want to program into you before the drug wears off, so I want you to pay careful attention to everything I’m going to tell you.”

“Okay,” replied Gary.

“Firstly, I want you to start taking better care of yourself. You are an officer of the law and you need to look like one. You’ll shave twice a day, get your hair trimmed every two weeks, look after your uniform, and keep everything polished and shiny. Understand?”

“Yep,” said Gary. He felt like something was keeping a hole in his mind open and these instructions were being poured directly into his lower brain.

“And you’ll need to start working out regularly. You’ve let yourself go a little, but I want you to get bigger and better than you ever were before. Every bit of off duty time should be spent on getting yourself looking like the perfect police Officer. Sit ups, push ups, weights, whatever.”

Gary listened to all this dispassionately, not really thinking about what it meant. But nothing so far was as bizarre as the jerking off he just did.

“Which brings us to your family,” continued Joe. “Your biggest responsibility is looking good, so I want you to forget about your wife and kids as much as possible. I don’t want them stopping you or interfering with your work. Is that understood?”

“Yeah, I suppose.” Gary was a little hesitant about that. He really loved his wife and kids, and the thought of pushing them out of his life was making him uncomfortable.

“And that dick of yours? It now belongs to me. I don’t want your wife to touch it. In fact, I don’t even want her to see it. In future, I tell you what to do with it, you don’t.”

Gary was confused by this. How was he going to keep his wife from seeing his dick?

“Last thing, then you can get back to work. I want you to start jerking off in your patrol car. You still won’t be wearing underwear, according to the last set of instructions. So, you stop somewhere, get that cock out, jerk yourself off and lick up all the cum. Now, have you got all that?”

“Sure,” said Gary.

Joe didn’t know how the drug worked, and he didn’t really care. He’d heard some trucker talking about it one night, and bought a quantity just to try. He had been nervous the first time he had spiked Gary’s coffee, but it seemed to work brilliantly.

Then, a few nights ago, he had told Gary that he would no longer wear any underwear at all, and the dazed officer had agreed. After he left, Joe had been completely stressed. When he brought the matter up the next night, Gary had no recollection of what had happened while he was drugged, but when Joe watched him pee using the security camera, he knew that the instructions had taken hold.

That’s when he decided to go for broke and turn the night time officer into his own little plaything.

He sent Gary back out on duty, and after an hour or two the drug would wear off and the poor dope wouldn’t remember any of it. And then Joe could keep an eye on him to see if the suggestions were working. Then he would take him to the next step.

Meanwhile, he had the cop’s jerk off tape to watch, so he kicked out the truckers and closed up early. He then sat down in front of the monitor screen, and dreamed of all the uses he could put his brainwashed cop to.

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