The Coffee Shop

The door opened and there stood Officer Steven Stokes. Still in his uniform, and looking, if possible, even better than when I'd seen him just a few hours ago. In fact, his uniform looked freshly pressed and very smart.

"Hi," he said. "Sorry to be late, but I wanted to shower and put on a clean uniform before I came over. Hope you don't mind."

"That's a bit weird," I thought to myself. "Why didn't he just change into some casual clothes since he obviously went home instead of coming here directly from work?" But I smiled at him and said, "It's okay. I was beginning to wonder though, if you were going to show up at all. I am glad that you did decide to stop by. Do come in and sit down. Please, make yourself comfortable in the living room."

Steven just smiled at me with that killer smile, as he walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and made himself comfortable. "Is it okay if I keep my shoes & hat on?" He asked. "For some reason I just feel better leaving them on."

"Sure, whatever you like," I said. "I like you better that way anyway," I thought to myself. "All dressed for work and ready to go under." I only hoped that my jeans were loose enough that my reaction to this hunk was not apparent to him. It shouldn't be. I've had lots of practice (a lifetime, it seems), of keeping myself in control.

"That's good," Steven said. "Because I'd like you to do something for me before we start."

"And what would that be, pray tell?" I joked and grinned. "Write you a ticket for being late?"

"Not quite," Steve replied. "I'd like you to cuff me before we start. I'm kind of strong and I wouldn't want to accidentally hit you with an arm if something goes wrong. No offense Paul, but I am far stronger than you are, and if something does go wrong I might accidentally hurt you."

"You're joking, right?" I asked, after I picked my jaw up off the floor. "This isn't the normal way to start a hypnosis session, Steve. I'm not into the S&M stuff, and I don't use hypnosis for that sort of thing. I'm not trying to control you or anything like that."

"No, I'm serious," Steven said. "I've hurt guys with just one hit from these arms of mine, and I don't want to take that chance with you. I know a little something about hypnosis, and I know you can't make me do anything I don't want to do. I just want to be sure that YOU don't get hurt."

I just stared at him for a few seconds. We had just moved from strange to weird, bypassed bizarre, and gone straight into the Twilight Zone. "Well, give me a couple of minutes to think about this first, okay?" I asked him, with a puzzled expression on my face.

"Sure. Let me know what you decide," Steve replied, as he moved around on the sofa and made himself more comfortable waiting for my decision.

This was not like ANY other hypnosis session that I had ever started in all my years of hypnotizing people. Something was very, very different about it, but I couldn't seem to put my finger on it. I knew that until I figured this out, I wasn't going to go on with this, in spite of my promise. I absently looked right into Steve's eyes and thought to myself, "I hope he walks around the room while he's waiting for my answer. I'd love to see how he moves." (ping)

"I'm going to take a walk around while I'm waiting, if you don't mind, okay?" Steve suddenly said as he stood up and started moving around the living room, looking at the books on the shelves, and at the furniture.

"Fine, take your time," I said, and watched him walking around for a few seconds. I finally knew what 'poetry in motion' meant. He was graceful, and controlled. The uniform must have been tailored to fit him. It could not have been off the rack. A light blue short sleeved shirt, which emphasized his muscular arms, and dark blue pants with a red stripe down the outside seam of each leg. The pants seemed only to hint at what they might be concealing, although one thing was for sure...Steve had a wonderful butt. A black leather gun belt, with the expected assorted tools of the police officer, black polished shoes, a dark blue standard police officer's hat and a dark navy blue plain tie, with a simple silver tie clip completed the outfit.

I turned away from Steve and looked at my right foot. It was no where near as pleasant to gaze upon, but at least I could now focus my attention on the problem at hand. It did not take too long, only a few seconds for me to work out what that mysterious something was. For some reason, unknown to me at present, Steve was obeying my suggestions, even though I had not spoken them out loud. I knew he was not hypnotized, as we had not started yet. "Look at the facts," I thought to myself. "He's wearing a new uniform, and he showered before he came over here. He wants to try this tonight, and he even wants to be cuffed." All ideas that I'd had when I was talking with Steve. And now that I thought about it, all ideas where two things always seemed to occur. First I was looking directly into his eyes at the time, and second, I heard that 'ping.'

Deciding to test my theory, I looked at Steve, while his back was to me, (he was looking at some books in the bookshelf). I concentrated and thought to myself, "I want him to bend over and touch his toes." I waited. Nothing. A full 30 seconds, and still nothing.

"Steve," I called.

"Yes?" Steve replied as he turned around and looked at me.

I caught his eyes in an instant and thought at him "Steve, turn around, bend down and touch your toes. Then stand up and turn back to face me. Remember nothing of this when you are done." It was a pretty big 'command,' but I reasoned it was the only real way to be sure. (ping ping ping )

Steve blinked a couple of times, and then proceeded to do just as I had silently suggested. He turned around, bent over at the waist and touched his toes, providing me with a wonderful view of his butt in those uniform pants. (Okay, so I took a tiny liberty in trying this out. Can you blame me? I'm only human, and Steve does have a nice ass.) Then he stood up again, turned back around, and looked at me. Blinking his eyes a couple of times he then said, "So what have you decided, Paul?" There appeared to be no indication of what he had just done and no apparent memory of having done it.

"Well," I replied. "It is a bit unusual, but if it makes you feel better, we can try the induction with you cuffed. I would like to talk with you a bit before we actually start though."

"Sure," Steve replied as he walked over to the couch and sat down. ("Definitely poetry in motion," I thought.) In a smooth practiced motion, he brought out his handcuffs and snapped one around his left wrist. "You can do the other one when you're ready to start," he said.

I walked over and sat down next to Steve, to the left of him. I made sure he was comfortable, and snapped the other cuff on his right wrist. Then I said to him, "Steve, I'd like to check out your eyes and make sure that you're okay. So just give me a second, will you?"

As Steve looked into my eyes and said, "'Fine," I gazed deep into his and thought quickly at him. "Steve, I am going to hypnotize you now, but without any words being spoken. I am going to use your badge to do it. I will take your badge and hold it near the lamp so that it catches and flashes the light at you and into your eyes. With each flash, each time I move the badge, your eyes will begin to tire. As they do, so will you body and your mind, at the same time. As you feel yourself getting tired and sleepy, you'll start to count backward from ten to zero in your mind, and when you reach zero, you'll feel yourself let go and drift into a deep, deep sleep. You eyes will close, your head will nod forward and your whole body will go limp and be very comfortable."

(PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PONG!) Ouch! That last one hurt! I winced in pain for a moment, then the pain passed.

"You okay, Paul?" Steve asked noticing my pain.

"Just a bit of a headache," I lied. "It'll go away in a second." Fortunately it did. The pain was intense but very brief. "Mind if I take a look at your badge before we start?" I asked him.

"Sure, but let's get on with this soon. Okay?" Steve replied. He was getting impatient.

I reached over and removed his badge from his shirt and then held it near the lamp as if I were examining it in great detail. Holding it between my fingers, I slowly spun it around and around, making sure that it caught and flashed the lamplight towards Steve.

"Hey, it's just an ordinary, badge," Steve snickered. "Why are you so interested in it?"

I said nothing. I continued to spin the badge slowly between my fingers, letting the light flash towards Steve. I acted as if I was ignoring Steve as the badge continued to flash light at him.

"You know, this is starting to become kind of boring and a big disappointment," Steve said to me. I turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were locked on the badge, following it around whenever I moved it. He was blinking his eyes very frequently. As I watched, I could see him mouth the word 'five' as he continued to stare at the badge I was holding up in front of him.

"Look.....when.....are.......you....going.....to.....try......and.... hypnotize....me?" Steve said, slowly with long pauses between the words. He mouthed the word 'one' after he finished the sentence. "I.....really....do...want.....to....go....und......"

At that moment Steve's eyes closed, and his head dropped forward. A deep sigh escaped his lips, as his entire body went limp and he toppled over onto his left side, and his head wound up in my lap.

"Deep sleep now, Steve. Feel yourself going even deeper now," I said to him as he lay there. I could see his beautiful body becoming even more relaxed as he sighed a few more times, and smiled. Content to just lie there in bliss. As for me, I was in heaven. The only question was, what do I do now?

Chapter 3 Steve.

To say that there was a war going on inside me about what to do with Steve would be wrong. I knew that as much as I might want to, I would not and just could not take advantage of him like this. True he was hypnotized, and true it was probably not normal hypnosis, but still, it would have been wrong.

"Steve, tell me how you feel right now," I told him.

"Warm. Safe. Relaxed. Comfortable. Obedient. Docile. Submissive, Sir." Steve replied in that deep sexy baritone voice of his.

"Steve, why did you call me 'sir'?" I asked him.

"I want to, Sir. Want to serve you, Sir. Want to please you, Sir." Steve replied and the smile on his face grew bigger as he nodded his head slowly with each 'sir'.

"Okay," I thought to myself. "We are definitely back in the Twilight Zone. I NEVER made any hint of those suggestions to him now, or even when I first met him. Just what IS going on here? He's not just hypnotized....he's somehow super-hypnotized, if that is even possible."

"Steve," I said out loud to him. "Please tell me why you wanted me to hypnotize you, originally, and what you want to do now, and why."

"Wanted to relax more, Sir. Wanted to know what it was like to be hypnotized, Sir. But didn't really think you could do it, Sir. Been tried before many times and never worked, Sir. But this time, could feel myself slipping down and into a wonderful state, Sir. I knew it had to be you hypnotizing me, and I just wanted to keep going deeper, Sir. I love what you have done to me, Sir. I want to keep doing what you tell me, so I can continue to feel this way, Sir. Please, Sir, please. Please take me deeper, or let me serve you or help you so that I can continue to feel this way, Sir. Please, Sir, please." Steve just lay there on the sofa with his head in my lap, breathing easily. He just nodded his head a lot and smiled as he lay there. I was sure he was repeating what he had just said to me, back to himself and enjoying it even more.

Surprised at hearing all this would not be the correct word. I was shocked. "Steve," I asked. "Do you understand what you just said? Do you know what you just described yourself as?"

"Yes, Sir," Steve replied calmly. "I want to serve you. I want to be your personal hypnotized slave policeman, if you will have me, Sir. If you do not want me, I will go away and never bother you again, Sir. To have served you now, just by answering your questions, Sir, is all the reward I need." Steve continued to smile and sigh with pleasure.

"But why do you want to do this, Steve? Have you always wanted to be dominated or have you had a secret desire to be someone's slave?" I asked in a puzzled voice. I knew that this just did not make sense.

"No, Sir," Steve replied in that dreamily mellow tone of voice as he continued to smile. "Never wanted to ever be a slave to anyone before, Sir. But you are different, Sir. I can feel your power overcome me when you hypnotize me, Sir. Impossible to resist, and I do not even want to try to, Sir. Serving you like this is so wonderful, Sir. It is all I ever want to do, for as long as you want me to, Sir. I am yours, Sir. Body, soul and mind, Sir."

"This evening is full of surprises, to say the least," I thought to myself. "Here I've gotten more than I could ever have dreamed. A hunk of a cop, who is only too happy to act, no to BE, my willing slave. I've GOT to be careful with this."

I then spoke quickly and quietly to Steve, telling him that any time I asked him to 'write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop', he would return to this state, immediately with his eyes closed and his head would nod forward, but he would not fall down, and that he would feel just as good, if not better, than he felt now. I also told him that when I counted from zero to five, he would wake up and be his normal self. I pushed Steve into a sitting position on the sofa and woke him up with the count.

"Hey, so when ARE you going to start, Paul?" Steve asked with a touch of a surprise in his voice.

"Steve, first tell me how you feel, and then take a look at the clock over there," I replied.

"Well, I do feel kind of good. Great actually," Steve replied. He turned his head to look at the wall clock. "Holy shit! What the..... 9PM! WOW!!! You really did put me under. This is great! I like this! Can we do it again?"

"Sure," I replied. "Just as soon as you write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop." With that Steve was back off in dreamland...sitting slumped on the sofa with an even bigger smile on his face.

I asked Steve where the keys to the handcuffs were, so that I could remove them. They would get in the way with what I planned to have Steve do next. After telling me that they were in the right front pocket of his pants, I told him to stand up so that I could reach into his pocket and obtain the key ring. He stood up and I walked over next to him. He smiled and even giggled a bit when my hand dove into the right front pocket of his pants to retrieve the key ring. I distinctly heard him mutter, "Nice. Very nice," as my hand was feeling around in his pocket trying to find the key ring. (No. I was not trying to grope him. Listen, YOU try putting your hand in the front pocket of another guy's pants and see how it easy it is to find anything. Well, other that THAT thing.) I finally fished the key ring out, and unlocked the cuffs. I then told Steve to open his eyes, put the cuffs and key ring back where they belonged, and then sit back down on the sofa and close his eyes. This he did quickly and easily.

"Steve, do you know you have a nice body?" I asked him.

"Yes, Sir, I know that. I hope it pleases you, Sir."

"It does please me, Steve," I said to him. (At this point I saw Steve smile that 'killer smile' he'd shown to me in Phil's office, and nod his head a few times. The smile quickly faded into that pleasant grin.) "Steve would you mind or would your wife mind, if you were to show me your body?" I asked, trying to keep my breathing under control. I knew this was a key moment in determining how much true 'control' I had over Steve. .

"Not married, Sir. I would be only too happy to show you my body, Sir."

"Why are you wearing a wedding ring then, Steve?" I asked, in a puzzled tone of voice.

"Keeps the women away from me, Sir. Don't like women or girls, Sir. They just annoy me, Sir."

"So, what DO you like, then Steve?" I asked trying to keep the tremor of excitement out of my voice. "This could not be happening." I thought to myself. "This hunk of a cop could not be GAY, too. If he is, then I MUST be dreaming." My cock was suddenly so hard, that I thought I would come right then, in my jeans.

"I....I.....I....don't want to tell you, Sir. Please, Sir, please. Please, don't make me tell you, Sir." Steve's voice had changed from that sexy deep baritone, to that of a small frighten child, and he was trembling....shaking with fear.

"Steve, stand up, raise your head and look at me," I said in a commanding tone of voice.

"Yes, Sir," Steve squeaked, as he stood up, lifted his head, opened his eyes, and turned to look a me.

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There he stood, trembling, actually shaking with fear. His eyes were wide with it, and tears flowed out from them onto his cheeks, like rain in a sudden summer shower. My stomach turned to ice, in a heartbeat. My once hard hot cock had become as limp and weak as overcooked spaghetti. Dear Lord, what had I done? I had taken a strong secure man, and with only a few simple questions and commands, turned him into a frighten cowering child, paralyzed with fear. I had encountered subjects before who became frightened or reluctant when asked about things they considered private, but nothing like this. Steve was beyond that, well beyond it. At that moment, I understood that however much he did not want to answer that question, he would, if I asked him again. Definitely, this was something way beyond mere hypnosis. Steve appeared to be completely under my control and will. He could think for himself, but would always obey me, and do what I said, no matter how much he might not want to.

I suddenly had a bad taste in my mouth, and felt twenty feet lower than a snake's navel. It hit me then, like a sledgehammer between my eyes, and completely by surprise. An intense fear, a terror, and yet a profound devotion all mixed together. I couldn't seem to think straight for a few moments. I hung my head down between my legs as I took a few deep breaths, and absently told Steve to sit back on the sofa, relax and go a bit deeper. Immediately, I felt better. The terror and fear faded away, leaving nothing. I looked up to see Steve sitting back on the sofa, relaxed, and smiling just a tiny bit. He wasn't crying anymore or trembling with fear.

I've watched enough Star Trek: The Next Generation back when it was on television, to know an empathic episode when I see one. Only this one was for real. All the terror and fear that Steve had felt when I asked him that question had somehow entered my mind, and I was feeling what he was feeling, or what he had been feeling. I tried to clear my mind as best I could and see what other 'signals' I could pick up from him. I was not successful. If he was feeling any positive feelings, I could not sense it.

I was even less sure of just what 'power' it was that I had over Steve and how it worked, than I had been before. I would have to go slowly and carefully with him, but I had to know if he was gay. Okay, I didn't HAVE to know, but I WANTED to know. It was important to me.

I sat down next to Steve on the couch, and just looked at him for a minute or so. He seemed to have returned to normal...or whatever normal was in this trance-like state. My heart went out to him. How I wanted to hold him and comfort him and make him feel better, if only to assuage the guilt that I felt in causing all this. I knew that if I did that, it might only make things worse. Still, there was another way. Less pleasant for me, but it might help Steve.