Witness Protection (mm hypno oral anal)
by Cop_Controller
Eric and Alan turned up at the safe house promptly at 9:00 pm. They were relieving the afternoon watch, and they would be on guard duty for the next eight hours.
Eric hated this assignment. It was so boring, babysitting some creep who had escaped from some organised crime syndicate. They were to ensure no one got in and killed him, but with the location known only to a select few, there was never any problem, regardless of what happened in the movies.
Eric was a good cop, and looked it. He was ruggedly handsome with dark hair. He had a solid body, all hard muscle. He didn't go in for any fancy gym, just the local club. He was smart, but didn't show it often.
His partner was actually bigger than Eric, but a whole lot dumber. He was a big hulk of a man, muscles straining at his uniform. He intimidated most people, and was used to getting his way. Alan was selfish, stupid and unsophisticated. But no one had ever said that to his face.
He was always bragging about his sexual exploits to anyone who would listen. He was gifted with a large dick to match his frame, and although he wasn't handsome, he wasn't that bad to look at.
Eric got along with him by making hints and suggestions, guiding Alan in the way that he wanted. But every now and then Alan would lose his temper, and Eric actually feared for his safety. He had suggested to the sergeant that a partner swap would be a good idea, but of course no one else in the station wanted to work with the hulking brute.
So Eric was stuck.
They got to the door, and Eric pressed the intercom. After a short exchange with the other officer, the door opened to let them in.
The other two officers seemed eager to leave, so after a few official end-of-shift papers had been filled in, Eric let them out the front door. The younger one, Steve, seemed to be walking a bit oddly, and Eric tried to comment good-naturedly about it, but he didn't seem to hear. The two seemed very focused on something else as they got into their car and drove off. Eric thought they must have some hot dates they were late for.
Steve was considered to be the best looking officer in the precinct. He had the whole blond hair, blue eyes thing, and the women in the office were often caught stealing glances at him. Unfortunately for them, he was a one-woman man, and stayed faithful to his girlfriend at all times. Maybe it was her he was in a rush to see.
Eric just shrugged it off and went back into the house.
In the kitchen, Alan had made himself comfortable with a soda from the fridge and some Superman comics he had brought with him. In the other room was the man they were supposed to protect. He was a very unassuming little man, very much the accountant type. Eric wondered what had happened that killers were now hunting him.
Eric tried to engage him in conversation, but he seemed reluctant to share details. He just looked at Eric with his big eyes and said he had been asked not to discuss his case.
Eric went back to the kitchen and sat down opposite Alan. He picked up a pack of cards that the others had left, and started playing solitaire.
After ten minutes or so, the little man came to stand in the doorway, watching the two officers. Out of the blue, he started talking in a calm, low monotone.
"You know, I always loved the seaside. I loved the warm feeling of just lying on the sand, feeling the heat of the sun on my body." Eric had no idea what he was on about, but his voice was strangely soothing, so he just kept playing his cards.
"I would watch the water coming in and going out, just flowing softly over the sand. In and out, in and out, getting slower and slower as the tide went out."
Alan had not really been paying attention, but as the man's description continued, his breathing was slowing and he was finding it hard to concentrate on his comic.
"Then I'd go swimming, and the water would feel so good. I'd just lie back and float for hours, just letting the water left me up and drop me down with the gentle movement of the waves. I'd just relax and float, without a care in the world."
At this point, both Eric and Alan had drifted off with the visualisation. They had unconsciously followed the induction, and now both were relaxed and entranced. Alan had his solid chin against his chest, while Eric was dozing with a card still clutched in his hand.
The man smiled, and continued his hypnotic suggestions, but now he didn't have to be sneaky about it. He took the two officers deeper and deeper into their trance, until they were both like clay, waiting to be moulded by him.
At least it passed the time.
He spent the next half an hour making sure that they were open to his suggestions, even when they were awake. He pried into their personal lives, asking questions which they answered honestly, and the man now had a good idea of their tense relationship. Thee good thing about cops, though, is that they were very good at taking orders, so it wasn't too hard to get into their brains and make them respond to him.
He looked at the clock, and saw that it was getting close to 10:30, and his other plans would need to be attended to. He brought the two officers out of their trance, convincing them that they had had an enjoyable hour, and nothing strange had happened. He also left them highly suggestible, and ready to return to trance at his slightest command.
Eric continued his interrupted card game, while Alan refocused on his comic book. Both of them felt a little light-headed, but not in any way strange.
"Listen, guys, I have a favour to ask. I know it's not really the done thing, but I've ordered a prostitute to come over. You know, relieve some of my stress. You don't mind, do you?" The man looked quizzically at both of them. Eric felt there was something a bit wrong with this, but if the man thought it was okay, it'd be fine.
"A hooker sounds great. Everyone needs a little relaxation now and then." Alan was actually excited about the idea. He had no qualms or morals to get in the way of this breach of security.
"Actually, it's a male prostitute. A young guy a met today." Alan immediately started tensing up, as the idea of anything homosexual made him sick. The man walked over and placed his hand on Alan's shoulder.
"Alan, you don't mind if it's a guy, do you? You're okay with me doing whatever I want." Alan relaxed. If this guy wanted to fuck a fag, then it was okay. He didn't like it, but it was okay.
Eric just kept his thoughts to himself as usual, and, although he wasn't as homophobic as Alan, he still found the thought of two men having sex was distasteful. His Catholic upbringing still showed through at times like this.
"Now, he might look familiar, but then I suppose you've seen a lot of hustlers. When he comes to the door, though, you will realise that you've never seen him before. He may look like someone you know, but he will be a complete stranger. Understand?"
"Sure," they agreed. Eric thought it was a strange thing to say, as he was already sure he wouldn't recognise any male prostitute.
At exactly ten thirty, the intercom sounded, and Eric went to the door. He checked with the guy to see that he was really what he was, and then opened the door. At first, Eric was a bit confused. The guy in front of him looked just like Steve, the officer from the previous shift. He even had on his police uniform.
But then Eric remembered what the man had said, and dismissed the similarity. Anyway, the male hooker couldn't possibly be the same policeman. Eric took the guy into the kitchen.
He had a large gym bag with him, which he placed on the table. He looked for the man, and his face lit up when he saw him.
"I'm glad you were punctual, Steve. Did you manage to get everything we need?"
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent!"
Eric thought it was another strange coincidence that the hustler had the same name, but put it down to one of life's little mysteries.
The man rifled through the bag and produced a videotape. He walked over to the machine and inserted it, then turned around to make sure he had Eric and Alan's complete attention.
"Now, gentleman, Steve and I are going into the bedroom to get down to business. You might hear some strange noises, but just ignore them. Whatever you hear will only mean we are having a lot of fun." Eric and Alan just nodded.
"In the meantime, I want you to watch this video. It is very important that you watch the whole thing, paying attention to everything. I want you to study everything they do in the tape, in case you ever have to do anything like it. Do you understand?"
"Yep."
"Sure." Eric was again startled by how forcefully the man would phrase some of his sentences, but it seemed to him a good idea to watch TV for a while, as the two men engaged in their unnatural acts in the next room.
Steve and the man went into the bedroom with the bag and closed the door. Alan brought his chair around to get a better view of the television. The tape started with some familiar cheesy music, and they both knew it was a porn tape.
However, after a few minutes, they also realised it was gay porn. The movie started with some college guy jerking himself off on his bed before getting ready to go out to a party.
Normally, Eric would have turned it off and gone back to his cards, while Alan probably would have taken the tape out and smashed it. But neither of them could help watching the movie unfold, studying each action, each interaction. Neither of them was getting turned on sexually, but they watched every scene with total concentration.
Every now and then there would be a grunt or cry from the bedroom. At one point it sounded like one of them was whipping the other, but the two officers ignored it. To their hypnotised minds, it sounded like normal lovemaking.
The film went for an hour and a half, and the longer it went on, the heavier it got. It wasn't a gay romance. There was a lot of leather and bondage, and some of the young college guys were really put through hell. Eric and Alan had barely imagined what two guys would do together in bed, but they had never imagined these extremes. The collars and leather dildos and hot wax and nipple clamps and cock piercing were all areas that were completely beyond their understanding.
The film ended, and the two men just sat there, wondering what to do next. They didn't feel like discussing what they had just seen, and they avoided meeting each other's eyes. Now that they weren't completely under the man's instructions, Eric started thinking about why they had watched the film in the first place. He was just getting around to some serious analysing, when the bedroom door opened and the man emerged. He seemed just as innocuous and composed as he had been when they first arrived, and Eric found it hard to suspect him of doing anything underhanded.
"Could you two come here for a minute? I've got something I want to show you."
Eric and Alan walked over to the bedroom door, and reluctantly looked in. They saw Steve handcuffed to the bed in a very uncomfortable position. He was lying on his back, but his legs had been lifted over his body, so his feet were next to his head. Each handcuff went from his wrist, around the bedstead, and then connected to his ankle, keeping him in place.
This meant that his ass was exposed and slightly tilted up. It looked very red, as though he had been slapped really hard. He had some sort of leather gag in his mouth that stopped him from talking, and another leather strip around the base of his cock and balls that looked decidedly painful.
Both Eric and Alan were embarrassed, and tried not to stare.
"Eric, I want you to do me a favour." The man moved around so that he was staring directly and deeply into Eric's eyes. Eric felt himself sinking a bit into those eyes, falling deeply into an ocean of water.
"While I'm off working with our large friend here, I want you to go over and clean up Steve. This is what I want you to do. You will use your tongue to clean out his asshole. I want you to push your tongue in as far as it will go, and get out any of the cum I left in there, as well as anything else that's there. I want you to be as thorough as possible."
Eric was floating, and found it hard to resist the words. He really didn't understand what was going on, or what he was being told to do. But he also knew that he would do it.
"When you've thoroughly cleaned his hole, start on the rest of his body. Use your tongue to lick him clean - armpits, balls, tits, even his eyebrows. Have you got all that?"
"Yes. Lick him clean."
"That's right. But start with his ass. That's the dirtiest bit." Eric turned away to get started, and the man stayed just long enough to see that he was going to obey. The he took the horrified and disgusted Alan back into the kitchen.
Eric had knelt down at the end of the bed, and started in on Steve's butt. He had never imagined this sort of thing before, and he was tentative at the beginning. But his conditioning wouldn't let him back away, so he began rimming in earnest. His tongue sought out the nooks and crannies of the hustler's crack, tasting the mix of shit and cum and sweat. It wasn't pleasant, but Eric had no choice.
It seemed to take hours until his tongue was coming away clean, and he trusted that it was sufficiently done. Then he started on the rest of the naked body. By this time, he seemed to be running out of saliva. Luckily, Steve had been sweating wand was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Most of the body was fine, with Eric licking Steve's own cum off his bare stomach and chest. But Eric felt very awkward when he started licking the guy's face. He could feel the stubble rasp against his tongue, and he could see the strange look in his blue eyes. If anyone had come in, it would have seemed so strange, with a cop in full uniform bending over the naked handcuffed body, licking his face.
Just then, the door did open, and Eric stood up to look.
The man stood there, and next to him was a now naked Alan.
Well, not quite naked. He had his black boots on, and his black leather belt. To this had been added a black leather collar that clung tightly around his neck. He also had a leather cockring to finish off his ensemble. His massive hairy chest was naked, and he looked straight ahead like a zombie or Frankenstein's monster.
Eric wondered what the hell was going on. This evening was making no sense at all.
"You've done an excellent job, Eric. Now it's Alan's turn. Alan, you know what to do. Eric, you can come out with me for a while." Eric walked calmly over to the door, while Alan walked over to Steve. He spat in his hand and used it to continue lubricating the poor guy's asshole. He was sticking his fingers deep into Steve when the man closed the door and they were hidden from view.
He took Eric to the kitchen table, sat him down and put him back into a deep trance.
"Eric, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"How did you enjoy your little session with Steve in there? Be honest."
"I didn't like it. It was wrong, and his hole tasted terrible."
The man smiled.
"Eric, I want you to relax and listen closely to what I'm saying. What I tell you will be the absolute truth. As soon as you hear it, you will know it to be true, and you'll totally believe it. Understand?"
"Yes."
"You actually enjoyed doing what you were told. You were turned on sexually by following my commands. All men enjoy following orders, and even though licking another guy's ass may have been unpleasant, you actually loved doing as you were told."
Eric digested this new information, and rearranged his memories accordingly. He now remembered how great it was to be told what to do, and how he polished the hooker with his tongue to please this strange man. He could even remember getting a hard on, and his dick started to thicken at the thought.
"That's good. Now, remember, all men enjoy doing what they're told. They are just waiting for the right 'master'. I'm your perfect master. You have to do exactly what I tell you to do at all times, but you'll enjoy doing it. It will turn you on sexually to do whatever I tell you to do."
Eric could see the truth of that, and it seemed sort of logical. The thought of completely obeying another man was getting him excited.
"Come with me, Eric."
"Yes, sir." Eric felt thrilled to obey, to do as he was told. Even a simple thing like following the man across the room was a turn on.
They walked into the bathroom, and the man had Eric stand in front of the mirror. He told Eric to take off his uniform, so Eric stood there naked. He looked at his reflection, and could see his massive hard on as his body responded to obeying the man.
"Look at yourself, Eric, and remember that everything I say is absolutely true. You are a very good looking man, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're big and powerful, but you need to work out some more to become even bigger and more muscled."
"Yes, sir." Eric could see his well built frame in the mirror, and one minute he was perfect, and then he realised he needed to build up more muscle. It was true. And the thought of doing it because he was told to was very arousing.
"Let's make a little change though. See this ..." The man held out a comic he had picked up from the kitchen. It was one of Alan's Superman comics, and it had a picture of the superhero in a striking pose on the front cover.
"Do you think he's a good looking guy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Wouldn't you like to big and powerful like he is?"
"Yes, sir."
The man leaned in and started stroking Eric's naked body while he talked.
"Wouldn't it be great to be big and powerful and still have to obey my orders? You'd be able to beat me to a pulp, break my neck with a flick of your wrist, but you would do exactly what I tell you to, and it would turn you on. You would feel so incredibly sexy, so aroused, so turned on because you have to do exactly as you're told."
Eric could see the truth in this. He could imagine himself being the most powerful man in the Universe, and yet having to kneel down and lick this guy's shoes, and his dick was so hard it was painful.
"I want you to look closely at Superman here. See how he has that little 's' curl on his forehead?"
Eric looked closely at the drawing, and saw what the man meant. Superman was all muscle except for the carefully combed lock of hair. "Yes, sir."
"Well, I want you to comb your hair like that, so I can see that you are my obedient slave. The 's' will stand for sex, and slave, and stud. Got that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Then get yourself fixed up, put your uniform on and come back out when you're ready."
The man left Eric to it, and Eric got started on his hair, trying to replicate Superman's curl. When he started putting on his uniform, he found a big problem. He was excited because he was doing as he was told, but his engorged penis meant that he couldn't quite put his uniform trousers on. In the end he had to be satisfied with being completely dressed, but leaving his dick standing out from his fly.
He went back out into the kitchen, and the man couldn't help but smile. He loved the look of this big tough cop with his little curl and his exposed dick. The idea of control was so exciting for him.
"You are doing extremely well, Eric. Now, you can put that dick away for me. You'll find that it goes soft enough to get it down your trouser leg, but then it'll get hard again."
Eric managed to get himself arranged so that he looked more presentable.
"Now, some final instructions. As you now know, all men love being controlled. I control you, and now I want you to control your partner Alan. Remember the tape you saw before? I want you to become a master like the ones on the video. You'll take Alan and turn him into a pure fucktoy, a sex slave. I'll make sure that he will do everything you tell him to."
"Yes, sir."
Eric was excited about controlling his partner, and he didn't know whether it was because he was obeying the man's orders, or whether there was an element of revenge coming from his own subconscious.
"Let's join the others and see how they're going."
"Yes, sir."
They walked into the bedroom, and saw that Alan had been busy. He had his long cock buried deep in Steve's ass, and he was pumping with a slow and steady rhythm. He must have been doing it for a while, as there were drops of blood on the sheets around Steve's ass. Steve himself was moaning behind the gag, but Eric couldn't tell whether it was with pleasure or pain.
Alan was acting like a robot, just pumping away. The man had told him he couldn't cum without permission, so he must have been in pain from controlling his orgasm.
"That's enough for now, Alan. You can stop for a minute." Alan stopped his pumping, and his cock slid out of Steve's hole with a loud pop. It was dripping with a mix of fluids, and Alan stood calmly, waiting for his next order. Eric could see that Alan was enjoying obeying orders, so he knew the man had been right. All men loved being controlled.
When he had first seen Steve handcuffed to the bed, he thought it must have been painful and embarrassing. Now he could see it as a sign of obedience, and must be really exciting.
"Alan, from now on, I want you to do exactly what Eric tells you. You now belong to him, and he will be your master. This makes you happy and excited, doesn't it?"
"Yeah!"
"So, Eric, I'll leave you alone in here to finish up and get Steve back into his clothes. It's getting late, and I'd like to get a few hours sleep."
"Yes, sir."
The man went back out into the kitchen, and Eric started instructing Alan. Alan was still dressed in his few bits of leather, and his cock showed no sign of going down. They released Steve, and managed to pack all the toys away back into the bag. Alan went out to retrieve his own uniform, and Eric asked Steve if he could keep the collar Alan was wearing.
Steve said he'd have to check with the man first, and Eric could see the rightness of that.
They all met back in the kitchen, the three policemen in their uniforms, standing around the table while the man just sat there relaxed.
"Everything cleaned up in there?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Well, I'm going to turn in. Steve, you'd better get home, and I'll see you later. You two just amuse yourselves out here until your relief turns up."
The man went into the bedroom and shut the door. Steve took his bag of goodies and Eric let him out the door.
As he came back, Alan was standing there, excitedly awaiting orders. Eric decided that the best thing they could do now was rewatch the video, this time paying more attention to the control aspects. Then, when it was time to go home, he would take Alan back to his place and start training him properly.
Eric could see his reflection in the TV screen, and he could see the little curl on his forehead.
Slave.
Sex.
Serve.
He felt real good.
END