Slave Cody (mm hypno)

“So, what’s your plan for tonight?”

Cody finished pulling off his uniform shirt before he replied. “Nothing much. I might just call it an early night tonight.”

“Yeah, you’ve been looking a bit dazed lately. Everything all right?” Shane was truly concerned about his partner. Over the past two weeks, he had noticed a few changes, but had been discreet enough not to mention them. But how long could he sit by without saying something.

“What do you mean? Everything’s fine. I’m just a bit tired, is all.” Cody was pulling on his civvies, and enjoying the feel of the denim shirt against his smooth chest.

“It’s just that you’ve been doing some strange things. I wouldn’t mention it, but, well, I’m your partner. If anything’s like, goin’ on, you could tell me, you know.”

Cody was honestly confused. Sure, he’d felt a bit dopey, but that was because he wasn’t sleeping as well as he normally did. Other than that, everything was okay.

“Listen, I’m fine, Shane. Let’s go get some beer and unwind. All I need is a few beers, a night with a willing woman and some sleep.” Cody finished dressing and stood at the door waiting for Shane.

Shane wasn’t quite happy, but it was none of his business. If Cody wanted to start shaving his chest, that was up to him. And if he didn’t want to talk about it, that was his call as well. But Shane was his partner, and they spent every shift in the front seat of the same patrol car. He somehow felt entitled to the truth.

But he finished dressing and joined Cody for that beer. Maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe Cody just needed a new woman in his life. Whatever, they were still best friends.

Cody got back to his apartment at a reasonable time for an early night. As he pushed his door open, though, he felt an enormous wave of apprehension, almost fear. It was nearly enough to make him turn around, but he rejected the thought as ludicrous.

He stepped into his apartment, where he was confronted by a large man who looked quite at home sitting on Cody’s couch.

Before he could say or do anything, Cody felt the apprehension rise, and then memories exploded in his head.

He flashed back to two weeks before when he first saw this man. There had been something strange about him, about his eyes. Cody had found himself staring at him, and then had blacked out. He had come to on his own sofa with the same strange man watching him. He had tried to fight, to question the stranger, but was helpless to do anything to him. That was the beginning of the nightmare.

Since then, the man had been there every night, forcing Cody to do strange and perverted things, torturing his body and his mind. But every morning Cody awoke and couldn’t remember anything. He had gone to work as usual, done the same things that he normally would, but then return home and remember everything that had happened.

Tonight was no different.

“Why don’t you go get yourself ready, Cody. I have some new tricks to show you tonight.”

“Yes Sir.” Cody didn’t know the man’s name - he had always called him ‘sir’. He didn’t know how the man was controlling him, either. But the control was complete.

Cody went to the corner where he stripped himself of his clothes. He was normally quite buff, but his extra exercises over the last fourteen days had toned him even more. He slipped on the leather harnesses that he was forced to wear, as well as a leather collar and the calf high black boots that he remembered polishing with his tongue most of one night until he got it ‘right’.

The last things were the peaked police cap and the mirrored sunglasses. He looked like the complete gay fantasy cop, but the worst thing was that he now had to stand and pose until the man deigned to tell him what to do next. Cody stood there, muscles flexed, dick semi-hard, and inwardly raging.

“Good boy. Now, if you’ll just climb up onto the stool.”

This was another part that Cody absolutely dreaded. The stool was set in the middle of a set of chains and bars that he had been commanded to set up. It was the site of most of his torture and ‘training’. But more than that, it had a large dildo screwed onto its top.

Cody remembered the first night he had seen that dildo. He had struggled with all his might, but could not resist the command to sit on the stool. As he lowered himself onto the rigid pole, he screamed, but the man had anticipated this and gagged him. Any hope of a neighbour breaking in and freeing him was dashed. Now, impaling himself on the dildo was a lot less painful, but just as degrading and humiliating.

As he sat on the stool, trying to relax his ass, the man began cuffing Cody’s arms and legs to the chains so that he could be positioned for the night’s procedures.

Once he was spread-eagled and helpless, part of the routine was to give him back some power over his body. Cody knew it was helpless to struggle, so he was trying to negotiate his way out. During these few minutes of freedom, he tried to pump the man for information, to find some clue as to his motives.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want?”

“Why do you ask the same questions every night? I’m doing this because I want to and I can. Pure and simple.”

“But you must know that you can’t control me forever. One day I’ll remember everything, and then there won’t be anything to stop me from hunting you down and putting you away.”

The man just laughed, and changed the topic.

“How long have you been shaving your body?”

“What? What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I’m curious. Just humour me - how long have you been shaving this?” The man ran his fingers gently over Cody’s well-defined chest.

“Since I was seventeen. We all tried it, and I liked it, so I kept doing it.”

“What if I told you that up until a few days ago, you were covered with a nice thick carpet of hair that had never been clipped, let alone shaved?” The man was smiling as he stroked the smooth flesh.

“That’s shit. I can remember doing it. Every week since I was seventeen.” But did he remember? For a moment, he panicked as he thought of what the man was saying. What if this strange guy could change Cody’s memories? But Cody was certain he had been shaving. He could remember the smooth, sensual feeling. He could remember staring at the mirror for what seemed hours as he had always admired how great his muscles looked without the hair.

“Are you sure?” The man was laughing to himself, but Cody was adamant.

“Of course I’m sure. You can’t change me that much.”

“Oh, but I will change you. Little by little, piece by piece. And you’ll enjoy every minute. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”

Cody tensed as he prepared for what was next. Every night started out with a belt whipping. Ten straps on his ass, ten on his chest, and then ten on his exposed dick and balls. And after every strap, he said, “Thank you, sir”, just as the man ordered.

The man was stroking Cody’s throbbing cock when the doorbell rang. Cody felt his stomach drop as the hope of rescue warred with his shame at being seen this way.

“Oh, that’ll be your old girlfriend. I invited her over to help her get some revenge.”

Cody felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he imagined her reaction when the door was opened and she saw him chained up like some piece of meat, his body covered with fresh welts. He almost felt like crying.

“I’m kidding! You’re not ready for that yet. It’s just the pizza guy. I ordered some before you got home.” The man moved toward the door, and Cody got ready to call for help.

“Now, behave yourself. I don’t want to hear a peep from you until the boy has gone. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Cody fumed over his lack of control. The man just had to tell him what to do, and he obeyed like a little pup.

As the door opened, the pizza boy got a good look at the trussed up cop with the exposed dick. Cody had to be impressed by the boy as he didn’t bat an eyelid. He must have seen even stranger sights on his delivery rounds to have him accept this scene without a qualm.

Once he had left, the man went and put the pizza on the table and returned to his captive.

“I think it’s time to do a bit more fiddling with your memories. Won’t that be fun!”

Cody felt the fear within him rise as the man moved closer, and he once more tried to struggle out of his chains. The man murmured a few words, and Cody slumped down, deep in trance and ready for some more changes.

“Cody, can you hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s good. Just relax and open yourself up to me. That’s it. Deep breaths.” Cody sank deeper into the soft darkness, letting the man’s voice take total control.

“Now, we’re going to help you remember some new things. I’m going to tell you some things that happened to you, and you’ll know that they are absolutely true.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I am going to help you remember what really happened to you. Anything that contradicts or challenges what I tell you is wrong. It didn’t happen. Only what I tell you is the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” Cody had been through this induction before, so he knew what was expected.

“Good. Remember when you were younger and you and your brother were playing and wrestling on the ground?”

“Yes sir.” Cody had a slight smile on his face as he remembered the happy times playing with his older brother.

“And remember how he was stronger than you and he pinned you down on the ground and started rubbing your little tits.” The man started gently stroking Cody’s nipples, making them harden.

“Yes sir.” Cody was absorbing the new memories, seeing it happen in his mind.

“And he rubbed them and played with them, and it hurt a little, but it also felt really good.”

“Yes, sir.” Cody could really feel it happening, as if he were back there pinned under his brother.

“And whenever you wrestled with him or your friends, you always lost so they would start playing with your tits. Don’t you remember that, Cody?”

“Yes sir.” Cody could picture the times he was with the other boys, and they were squeezing his tits.

“Sometimes they squeezed so hard it hurt, but you were strong and tough, so you tried not to cry out. But you still liked it, even when it did hurt a bit.” The man started squeezing Cody’s nipples a bit harder, giving them a gentle twist.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s right. You were tough and strong, and you wanted them to do it, so you didn’t cry or tell anyone. And it felt so good to be hurt by these other boys. And you used to go to sleep playing with your tits because it felt really great. Do you remember all that, Cody?”

“Yes, sir.” By now, Cody was grimacing as even in the deep trance he could still feel the pain of the man twisting his nipples. But even as he moaned, his brain was rewriting history, filling in the extra memories of how his nipples had been tortured hundreds of times before, and how much he had enjoyed it.

“Yes, that feels good, doesn’t it, Cody? It feels so good to have another man play with your tits. You love it, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes sir.”

The man reached over and opened a box containing the clamps and tools necessary to give Cody’s tits the workout of a lifetime. He would spend most of the night taking the cop in and out of trance, developing his false memories and helping him one step further down the road to slavedom.

The man smiled.

 

Cody woke and showered the next morning as usual. He had no memory of the strange man, and he ignored the torture equipment as if it weren’t there.

As he slid his hand across his sexy smooth chest, checking for any stubble, his thumb grazed his nipple and he drew in a sharp breath. His tits were red and tender, and there seemed to be some bruising around them.

“Jeez, I must have given myself a real workout last night. Wearing a shirt is gonna be murder today.” He reached for the lotion he used in these situations to help ease the pain, and even though it was painful rubbing it on his nipples, he couldn’t help getting slightly aroused. He remembered how his brother used to do as much damage when they were growing up, and he smiled at the pleasant memory of his brother twisting them hard.

As he left for work, it was just another day for him. Although he felt a bit tired, it was nothing that couldn’t be cured by an early night. He looked forward to getting back home and just hitting the sack.

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