To Strip a Cop (mm hypno)
by Cop_Controller
It all started with Brian’s stupid Bachelor party, where I did my first striptease.
Andy thought it was a great idea, getting a stripper who was also a hypnotist. She billed herself as Bubbles, and what she lacked in the body department, she made up for with personality and entertainment value.
Can you believe it—she hypnotised men by using her breasts! I kid you not. She had you stare at these tassel things she wore, and before you knew it, you were clucking around the room like a chicken.
That’s what happened to me. (Although not the chicken thing.)
I rushed over after I got off duty, and didn’t even change. The party was going full swing when I got there, and I felt a bit out of place being in full uniform. However, I knew all the other guys there, so it didn’t take long before the beer kicked in and I relaxed.
I didn’t want to be hypnotised, but as it happens with these things, a lot of peer pressure and a few drinks weakened my resolve. I felt ridiculous staring at her tassels while she had them revolving in opposite directions. There was a general murmur in the background, as the other guys discussed her technique, or decided whether I would go under or not. And that was about it for a while. I knew time was passing, but it was like being half asleep. I heard a voice, presumably that of the stripper, and I could hear myself agreeing with her and talking to her, but I couldn’t really understand what I was saying.
Then I woke up. Well, not actually woke up, because I was still hypnotised. But as far as I was concerned, I was awake, and I was at a party.
However, I didn’t recognise anyone else there, except for the stripper. She was my boss, and she had brought me along in order to entertain. I knew somehow that I was the best male stripper in the business. A minute later, I heard my music start, and that was the cue to start taking everything off. For a minute I wondered why there were only men in the room, and then I realised it must be some ‘gay’ party, but I couldn’t back out.
I know it sounds crazy, but I really did believe I was a stripper, dressed in a cop ‘costume’, doing my thing for a roomful of gay men. I suppose if I had had a minute to stop and think about it, I would have eventually untangled the reality from fantasy, but I was so busy trying to be the perfect entertainer, I just kept going.
But that wasn’t the worst thing I did that night.
After my ‘act’ was finished, the stripper put me back under. This time, when I woke up, I was still completely naked, but of course I didn’t notice it. I can remember it now, and all the comments, but at the time I just didn’t get half the jokes. I spent the rest of the party standing around stark naked, and everyone else was just killing themselves with laughter. Later, when Bubbles did another erotic dance, I got a massive boner, and without clothes I couldn’t hide it.
But I didn’t know it was showing.
My mates were making comments, pointing and enjoying themselves, and I was just this dumb guy walking around, totally oblivious.
The night finally came to an end. The guests left, and Doug, my so-called best friend and partner, went over to pay Bubbles and get me put back the way I was. I saw him hand over some money, but he was still talking intensely. I was clearing away some of the debris, and I could see him hand over some more money. She shook her head, and then he gave her some more. Finally she smiled and tucked the bills somewhere down her panties. She came over to me, and I was under again.
The next day I remembered everything, but found it impossible to get mad about it. I don’t know whether I am that nice a guy or whether Bubbles left something inside my head, but I could only laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. We went through most of the morning with all the usual, predictable jokes, but I just laughed them off. Someone had taken photos, and by lunchtime they were being distributed around the precinct.
As we came off shift, a group of guys were hanging around, arguing about whether hypnosis could really make you do something against your will, or whether it was all hype. Doug joined in the argument, but I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. I had just taken off my gunbelt, when Doug called me over. Reluctantly I went to join the group, and then he said something else. I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I wasn’t me anymore.
I mean, I was still ‘me’, but a completely different ‘me’. I was once again a male stripper, the best in the business. I was here in this police station to perform, but I only really had eyes for Doug. He was the handsomest, sexiest man in the world, and I wanted to impress him more than anything. I started unbuttoning my shirt, rubbing my body and grinding my hips. The guys were cheering and calling out encouragement, but Doug just stood there, smiling.
The routine was slightly different to the first one, but the biggest difference was that I was gay! I wasn’t worried, concerned or confused. I just knew that I was a gay man, stripping for other men, and one man in particular. I was hoping if I impressed Doug enough we could get together later and I could show him that my skills went further than stripping.
The captain came along before I had stripped very far, and with some other unintelligible command from Doug, I was back to the cop ‘me’, heterosexual and non-stripping.
This is the weird bit. I could remember everything that had happened. I knew that Doug had got that woman to do something to my mind, leaving behind some sort of post-hypnotic response. I also knew that I should be mad - no, not mad - furious! This was completely wrong and disgusting, and I should have kicked the shit out of Doug there and then.
However, I couldn’t get mad. I couldn’t even get annoyed. In fact, I laughed about it when the Captain had left. Of course, none of the guys knew about the ‘gay’ changes, and I wasn’t going to volunteer the information. I was acting as if this was perfectly normal, and I was in on the joke. Instead of being pissed off, outwardly I was happy and normal.
Doug offered me a lift home, and I accepted, but this too was normal. I thought that maybe once we got out of the building I could get angry enough to talk to him about it, but that didn’t happen, either. Instead, we just chatted as usual about the events of the day, and our plans for the weekend. I didn’t know what was going on, but I felt there must be some way of circumventing whatever the stripper had done to me.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have any time to think my way out of it. Doug used the key word again, and suddenly I was back to the stripper me. As far as I was now concerned, I had accomplished my objective, and was now going home with the sexiest guy I had ever seen. When he smiled at me my dick throbbed and I almost blushed. I was now gay, and madly in love. There was no question of being hypnotised or of being anything else.
In the morning, after a night of sex that was completely new to me, I woke up next to Doug, and all I wanted to do was give him a good morning blow job. He had taught me during the night exactly what he liked, and so I started on his morning erection. I was so happy, I wanted to stay there forever.
I had just swallowed his load (the last in a long series) when he said the magic word that made me back into a cop. Instead of jumping up and being completely outraged, I just licked the cum off my lips and stood up. Doug told me that I had been tired the night before and had decided to stay over. In fact, he suggested that I moved in with him so we could share expenses and travel to and from work together. This real me said he thought it was a great idea, and I would move my stuff in over the weekend.
Whatever had been done to me, she had been thorough. I could no longer do anything to resist. The waking me was a heterosexual policeman, who remembered everything and would be moving in with his partner, Doug, who was my best friend, also straight. However, upon his command I would become his sex slave, a stripper whose only desire was to serve the man he was desperately in love with.
And there was absolutely nothing he could do.
When you’re in trance, no one can hear you scream.
END