The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1. A Friend In Need

“You can’t put it off forever, you know. You’re going to have to deal with this sooner or later,” Andy said as he sat next to me on the sofa.

I had invited Andy over to my apartment for a quiet Friday afternoon visit. We had not seen much of each other for the past few weeks through no fault of our own. Our work schedules had not meshed well enough to let us spend any time together. Finally, though, we had managed to arrange an afternoon all to ourselves. I only had to gaze upon Andy’s handsome face after he walked into my apartment to know that the effort was well worth it. Of course the fact that Andy was a seriously major league stud muffin, had nothing to do with my desire to spend some time with him. (If you believe that, I know this guy in Nigeria who needs some help moving some money out of the country, and he’ll even pay you a ten percent mover’s fee.) I guess I can’t really blame you for thinking that my interest in Andy was based partly on his physical appearance. I’d have to be dead for three days not to notice how good looking Andy was. Andy was a sweet angel of a man, who just happened to also be a heavenly hunk in tight light blue jeans with killer buns, and a smile that could melt the polar ice cap. Best of all he was all mine, heart, mind and soul. Oh yes, Andy was a most handsome man. He had the kind of muscular build to catch the eye of any living breathing gay man. I am a living breathing gay man so of course I noticed Andy. Well noticed wouldn’t quite be the word. The first time I saw Andy my jaw dropped to the floor and I had to wipe the drool away from my mouth. I didn’t exactly impress him with that rather adolescent reaction to his appearance. I don’t suppose you can really blame me because Andy was so damn good looking in his RCMP dress uniform. Frankly Andy should’ve been on a postcard or something he was almost too good looking to be true. Later when I found out what was underneath that RCMP uniform, and the mind behind those soft doe brown eyes of his, that’s when I really knew that I’d hit the jackpot.

Now try to use your imagination. Bear with me here for a few seconds. Try to use your imagination and picture this in your mind if you can. To begin with Andy is about six feet maybe six-foot one inch in height and he has black hair which he keeps cut very short. His eyes are a warm soft doe brown and glow with a special light that I know is just for me. Those beautiful eyes of his reside in a clean-shaven ruggedly handsome face with a square jaw, a hard Roman nose and firm full even lips; a most handsome face indeed. To put it lightly Andy’s body matches his head. Moving down from that firm jaw line, one’s eye travels to the muscular neck which slowly spreads out to his broad muscular shoulders. The muscles continue down his arms and forearms to his heavily calloused hands which are both strong and surprisingly gentle. His chest, his wonderfully hairy chest, is a place that I have rested my head many a time and listened to the steady beating of his heart. (God, if that isn’t heaven, it’s a close second.) The muscles continue down his chest and his back, every pound, every inch of flesh in exactly the place where it should be with not a hint, a suggestion, of flab or fat. As you have probably expected by now, rock hard abs led to a narrow waist. Firmly muscled legs, thunder thighs and of course a bubble butt completed the picture. Even Andy’s feet were muscular and kind of sexy. Unquestionably Andy is a beautiful physical specimen of a man. (I hope you’ve got a clear picture of what Andy looks like in your mind, because that’s as close as you’re ever going to do get to him, dear reader.)

Yet for all his size Andy was a surprising gentle and kind hearted man. Andy had a sweetness and kindness that didn’t always come through that easily when you talked with him. I suspected a lot of that had to do with the fact that his being a police officer (an RCMP constable actually) meant that he often had to be a tough strong policeman all the time. Looking at him I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to have not only met this man but also to have become involved with him. I was blessed to be more than just his friend. I was someone that he cared about, someone that he trusted, someone that he loved. It brought a warm glow to my heart to realize that with each passing day the trust and love we felt for each other became stronger and stronger. Yet we had still not become lovers in the true sense of the word. We were very intimate and there was a lot of touching and feeling going on, but we had not yet consummated our relationship. Andy had told me that he wasn’t ready for that step. If the truth be told, neither was I. We agreed to take things slow, one day at a time, and see where they lead. We were both new at this sort of thing, being in a gay relationship, and we did not want to rush into anything. Still, it amazed me at times, at just how lucky I was to have found someone like Andy, and to have had the two of us fall in love with each other. I guess I must have done something good in my life to have had Andy become a part of my life For the all the green tea in China though, I could not tell you what that something good might have been.

“I suppose you’re right,” I sighed in agreement. It took only a few seconds for my reminiscing about Andy to flash through my mind. I focused my attention back on the conversation at hand. “But does it have to be tomorrow?” I asked with a plaintive tone to my voice.

“Hey you picked the date, Texas, not me,” Andy said with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eye.

I smiled back at him, as I felt my spirits rise. Somehow Andy always seemed to know what to say to cheer me up. “Okay, you’ve got me there. But at least we have the rest of the afternoon and evening to spend together,” I replied, as I contemplated an evening of snuggling and cuddling with Andy on the sofa.

“Indeed we do,” Andy agreed. “Now how about?.” His words were cut off by the sound of the apartment doorbell.

“Damn!” I muttered as I cursed whatever entity it was who had seen fit to arrange for this interruption. I got up and walked over to the door, not in the best of moods. I wrenched the door open, venting part of my frustration in the process.

“I didn’t know where else to turn. Please, can I come inside and talk with you?” Pleaded the city police officer standing at my open front door, looking a tad nervous, and very upset.

I gulped as I stood there in silent shock, my moth hanging open in stunned surprise. The last thing I had expected to see was a police officer on the other side of the door. That’s what I got for not looking through the peephole first. Considering what the Council of Coins had told me a few weeks ago, I would not have been all that surprised to have seen a member of the Council or a representative from the Council, appear on my doorstep. I was still feeling slightly paranoid since my meeting with the Council. I suppose it was understandable, after all they had told me that they were going to ‘watch and wait’. Such a declaration did not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I started to feel like I was being watched, wherever I went. After a few days of that though, I decided that if the Council of Coins wanted to keep track of my activities, there wasn’t much if anything, that I could do to stop them. I couldn’t go to the police or to the courts and ask for a restraining order. How in the world would I begin to explain such a situation? I didn’t have any hard proof that I could show anyone. The Council of Coins had years (more likely decades) of experience in keeping a low profile and covering their tracks. They were more than capable of handling any police inquiry that I might be able to send their way. So, I shrugged it off and went about my normal routine, but with a slightly heightened sense of caution. I found myself paying more attention to the people and events around me. I took less for granted, and kept my guard up. The only time I really relaxed was in the privacy of my apartment, or when I was with Andy.

During the intervening weeks between my ‘test’ with the Council of Coins, and this unexpected visit from a city police officer, Andy and I had been spending as much time together as we could arrange. After thinking that Andy had been killed and that I’d lost him, I was scared every time that he was out of my sight. It took several weeks, and a lot of long talks with Andy, for me to work through that fear. Finally though, I was able to let Andy go off to work with a sincere smile on my face. I still worried about Andy when he went off to work, but they were worries that I could deal with and conquer. I wasn’t terrified that I would never see Andy again. One unexpected benefit of our experience with the Council of Coins and their ‘test’ was that I had discovered a new and profound appreciation for Andy and the time I was able to spend with him. However, I was miles away from forgiving the Council of Coins for putting me through their little test in the first place. But, I am drifting away from the story.

“Uh?.yes, sure,” I answered after a second or two. It took me that long to recover from the initial surprise of seeing this man on my doorstep again. “You know you’re always welcome, Steve.” I moved back to let Steven Stokes my long time friend, and former hypnosis subject (and my first love, too) into my apartment. “Come and sit down. Do you want something to drink?”

“Uh, no thanks,” Steve answered absently as he headed off to the living room. I followed him into the living room, and admired the view of his butt in those snug uniform pants of his. So maybe I couldn’t touch, but there is no reason why I couldn’t look, and believe me, Steven Stokes was something more than an eyeful to look at. Steven plopped himself down on the sofa. He removed his uniform hat from his head and placed it beside him on the sofa as he wiggled around trying to get comfortable. It took me a few seconds to realize that Andy was nowhere in sight. He must have headed into the kitchen for a glass of water or something.

For those of you who haven’t met Steven Stokes (and even if you have, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this anyway), he was about 28 years old and a police officer in the local city police force. So, while he was not an RCMP constable like my ‘dear heart’ Andy, Steve could still have given Andy a run for his money in the good looks department.

Steve was at least 6 feet tall, and maybe 220 pounds. As I took in an eyeful of him, it dawned on me that Steve was a bit more buff than the last time I’d seen him. I concluded that he must have been working out at the gym more than usual. Steve was built like a brick blockhouse, with well muscled arms and legs, a beautiful torso and clean cut almost chiseled features. Add to that short cropped brown hair, deep olive green eyes that made you want to dive into them, and a smile that could melt the heart of any gay man in the immediate vicinity. When Steve moved you finally knew what ‘poetry in motion’ meant. He was graceful, and controlled. The uniform that he wore had to have been tailored to fit him. It could not have been off the rack. The uniform consisted of a light blue long sleeved shirt, which emphasized his muscular arms. It wasn’t so much that the sleeves were narrow, rather that Steve’s arms were so muscular. There were two open chest pockets on that shirt, with a silver pen clipped inside of the left pocket. The dark blue pants were well fitting, with a red stripe down the outside seam of each leg. The front pockets of the uniform pants were side angle pockets. I could not see Steve’s backside, but if I remembered correctly those uniform pants would be a bit on the snug side, with two welt pockets one on each side. The left back pocket would have a button tab closure. If Steve was carrying his wallet, and I hoped that he was, it would be in the right back pocket of those uniforms pants, causing them to become somewhat tighter across Steve’s buttocks. These thoughts flashed through my mind quickly followed with a flush of sexual excitement, as I gazed upon the front of Steve’s uniform pants for a moment or two. Black polished shoes, dark coloured socks, a dark blue standard police officer’s hat and a dark navy blue plain tie, with a simple silver tie clip completed the outfit. It was unusual for Steve to wear a tie with his working uniform. Cops don’t wear ties on duty, for safety reasons, so I found it a bit odd that Steve was wearing the black leather gun belt with his uniform. I examined Steve a bit more intensely. His uniform was sharply pressed and looked fresh, as if he had just changed into it. His face was not only clean, but remarkably free of any five o’clock shadow, especially considering that it was about 4 PM. His hair was neatly combed and looked as if it had just been washed. Heck it even looked a little bit damp. Putting all the clues altogether, I came to the conclusion that for some as of yet unknown reason, Steve had decided that he wanted to look his very best before coming over to see me. An interesting, if somewhat naught idea sprung up in my mind, but I savagely pulled it out and tossed it away like an unwelcome weed discovered in a flower bed. Steve was my friend, and such thoughts, as interesting and harmless as they might have been, were a dishonour to him and to our friendship. (Damn my morals and ethics, they never let me have any fun!)

I sighed with delight at the remembrance of the many nights that I’d had the joy and privilege of helping Steve to become ‘out of uniform’, if you catch my drift. Then I caught myself and remembered that Steve wasn’t mine to play with any more. Steve belonged heart and soul to Jack Jones. Steve was still a very close friend. He was a good friend, too. I sat down in the chair next to the sofa and looked at Steve, waiting for him to speak.

After a minute or so of him looking around nervously, I finally broke the stony silence. “So what can I do for you, Steve?” I asked him with a warm and welcoming smile on my face.

“Help, yeah right,” Steve answered in that same disjointed and distracted tone of voice. “I guess that’s why I’m here, but I don’t know what you can do. It’s just not fair. I thought we had something special. And now he won’t even look at me. Hell, he won’t even touch me! It’s been three weeks or more I guess. I’m not sure. I’ve lost count. But it’s not fair is it? I’ve done everything that I know how to do, and it doesn’t seem to make any difference. Am I asking too much? Or maybe I’m not pushing hard enough? What do you think?”

The barrage of questions and disconnected sentences tumbling out of Steve’s mouth like water going over Niagara Falls, caught me completely off guard. I could only sit there and blink in confusion as I tried to piece together the tatters of his conversation and try to understand what he was talking about. Steve looked at me for a few seconds and then started to speak again.

“Look I know you’re not an expert on this, but I thought you’d have some idea,” he started saying. “I thought at the very least you’d have an objective viewpoint and might be able to see something that I’ve missed. So what do you think?” He paused to catch his breath. I jumped at the opportunity to get in a few words edgewise.

“Could you please cut your warp engines, and go to impulse?” I asked to him in answer to his last question.

“Huh?” Steve asked, perplexed. “What are you talking about?”

“It refers to Star Trek,” I answered him. “Yes, I know that you don’t follow that show, but it got your attention, Steve. I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’ve been babbling on about for the past few minutes. I gather there is a problem, but I have no clue as to what it is. Could you please calm down and explain it to me?”

“Calm down?” Steve asked with a slight edge to his voice. “I wish I could. I guess I’m so upset that I can’t even think straight any more, well except when I’m at work.”

“No kidding, Steve,” I agreed with him. “You’re as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” I smiled at him as I tried to lighten the situation.

Steve smiled back at my comment, but it was a faint smile at best. He fidgeted about on the sofa. He was so nervous that he could not even sit still for more than a minute.

“Steve, can’t you calm down at all?” I asked more puzzled than ever. “I don’t see how I can help you, if you can’t talk to me about whatever it is that has you so upset.”

“I suppose not,” he admitted. “I guess this was a bad idea. Maybe I should just leave and not dump on you.” Steve stood up and put his uniform hat back on his head in preparation to leave my apartment.

“Hold it right there, Mister!” I barked out at him in a forceful and commanding tone of voice. Steve looked at me in surprise and stood there with his hat on his head looking down at me in startled confusion. “Sit back down!” I yelled out at him. Stunned, Steve complied.

“Steve, we’ve been friends, good and close friends for a long time now,” I said in a much softer and friendlier tone of voice. “Don’t you know that I’m always here for you, whenever you need someone to talk to? There can’t be anything you can tell me that could be that bad. Don’t you know that you were my first love? You’re not mine any more, true, but I still care about you, a lot. I always will.” I smiled at him, and held out my right hand to him.

Slowly he took my hand in his right hand and grasping it firmly he nodded his head in silent thanks. I saw him swallow as he tried to speak past the lump in his throat. I waited patiently. He would speak when he was ready and able.

“Thank you, Paul,” he finally said in near whisper. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long slow sigh. Steve smiled at me and took another breath as he prepared to speak. “It’s just so hard to talk about,” he finally said in a normal speaking voice. “I wish I could just open up and tell you everything, but I just can’t seem to talk about it, as much as I want to.”

“What’s so hard to talk about?” asked a sexy warm honey smooth tenor voice, from somewhere behind, above and off to the left of Steve.

Steve turned his head to his right, as I looked up to my left, to see Andy strolling up to the sofa. Andy was dressed in a pair of snug, but not tight light blue jeans without a belt. A bright red T-shirt with an RCMP crest over the left breast, clung to Andy’s magnificent torso. Andy took a deep breath and I couldn’t help but wonder why that T-shirt didn’t split at the seams. I also couldn’t help a smile from breaking out on my face. Andy has that effect on me, even if all he does is take a deep breath. (Yes, I am most definitely smitten with Andy, and frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.)

“That’s what Steve was just about to tell me, dear heart,” I said to Andy, smiling at him. I looked back at Steve as I addressed him. “If you’re not comfortable talking with Andy in the room, I’m sure he would understand.” I suggested. I glanced up at Andy and saw him nod his head in silent agreement with me.

“No. It’s okay,” Steve reassured me, after nodding a quick hello to Andy and turning back to face me. “He can stay. I trust you, and you obviously trust him. Besides, he’s a brother officer, so I trust him too. Maybe he might be able to offer some insight.”

“We’re both all ears, Steve,” Andy said quietly as he walked over to the sofa and sat down on the far end away from Steve. Andy placed the index finger and thumb of his right hand on the left side of his mouth, just in front of his lips. Quickly he drew his finger and thumb across his lips in the universal sign that he was zipping his lips closed. Clearly Andy did not intend to say anything else, unless someone asked him a question. He intended to sit there and listen.

“Go on, Steve,” I said as I tried to encourage him. “It’ll make you feel better to talk about whatever this problem is.”

Steve looked at me, glanced at Andy and looked back at me. Suddenly he stood up and started pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was so unlike Steve. As long as I’d known him he was always in control of himself. He didn’t say anything he just paced around for a few minutes. I looked up at him pacing back and forth, and I became distracted by the grace and beauty of his body as he moved. I had to keep reminding myself that Steve was not here on a social visit. (Or a visit of any other type for that matter, damn my luck.) He had a problem, and he was asking for my help. It wasn’t easy mind you. Steve’s body was magnificent, and when he moved I couldn’t help but follow him with my eyes. (Damn hormones!) I flicked a glance at Andy and flashed a quick grin at him as I realized Andy was watching Steve’s pacing as intently as I was, and probably for the exact same reasons. Andy grinned back at me followed by a quick wink.

“I just don’t know what to say!” Steve cried out after a few more minutes of frustrated pacing.

“Well, I could always hypnotize you to get you to talk,” I joked at him as I looked up at him and smiled.

“Would you please?” Steve pleaded, as he plopped himself back down on the sofa in front of me. (Andy remained where he was, sitting on the far end of the sofa away from Steve and I. He could observe and listen without getting in the way, or being a distraction.) “If you think it would work, let’s do it now. I’ve got to talk to somebody about this, or I’ll go crazy!” The last few words were coloured with anger, frustration and even desperation. “It’s been so long, though, that I don’t think the old trigger will work anymore.”

“Regardless of whether or not it does work, I think a new induction would be a better anyway,” I said to him. Of course I knew that the old trigger phrase would still work. It was super hypnosis that I had used on Steve, and those types of triggers do not fade with time. They become a part of the subject’s personality and the subconscious mind always remembers them. I could have put Steve under with the trigger phrase, but I thought it would be more fun to do a new induction with him. It would seem more logical to him, and if the truth be told, I would enjoy it a heck of lot more. (See? That wasn’t just my hormones voicing their opinion. There was a logical reason behind my line of thinking. I don’t always think with my dick, you know. Maybe sometimes, but not always.)

I looked at Steve for a moment or so before I spoke. “Are you sure you want me to do this? Are you sure you want me to hypnotize you here in front of Andy?” All of our previous sessions had been in private. I had never hypnotized Steve with a third person present. If he had any reservations about that, I wanted to know now. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was to embarrass Steve, however inadvertently.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Steve answered without blinking an eye. “I trust you, Paul. I trust Andy too. Please, Paul. Please hypnotize me. I’ve got to tell someone about this before I go nuts!” The last sentence had an unmistakable ring of pleading in it. Whatever Steve’s problem was, it was serious and he was desperate to talk about it.

“Okay, Steve. When you’re ready for me to start, just let me know,” I said to him as I looked him directly in the eyes, for a second or two. During that time I debated about implanting a few mental commands into Steve’s mind, but decided against it. A better idea came to mind. I decided to start off with ordinary hypnosis and use Steve’s trigger phrase later on to invoke a super hypnotic state in him. I needed to practice my ordinary hypnotic induction techniques anyway, and this was such a wonderful opportunity that I decided to take advantage of it.

Steve looked at me, and nodded his head slightly as he replied, “Sure. I’m ready now, I guess. Let’s start.” A shudder ran through his body as he sat there waiting for me to start the induction. It could have been from anticipation, fear or just general anxiety. There was no way to know. I put that concern out of my mind and got down to business.

“Steve, you seem just a tad bit tense,” I said to him. “How about if Andy kneads your neck and shoulders and helps you to relax? He could do that while I start the induction.”

“Well, if you think that would help, sure,” Steve replied, and then turned his head to look at Andy. “How about it Andy? You interested?”

“I’d be glad to help out in any way that I can,” Andy replied warmly as he stood up and walked around the sofa. It took him only a few seconds to position himself behind Steve. Andy looked over at me and winked. He silently mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to me and gave me a big smile. Clearly he liked the idea of being able to touch Steve. Hey Andy’s mine, but he’s not blind after all. He couldn’t help but be interested in Steve’s body. Since I felt the same way about Steve, I certainly couldn’t fault Andy for his interest in Steve.

“Fine. Then let us begin with breathing shall we?” I said as I looked at Steve and glanced up briefly at Andy. Both men nodded in silent agreement with me. “Steve, all I want you to do right now is to concentrate on your breathing, as Andy places his hands on your shoulders.” With my words Andy leaned forward slightly and gently placed one of his hands on each of Steve’s massively muscular shoulders. Andy rested his hands there and looked over at me. I wasn’t sure if he was asking me for a signal to begin, or if he was merely trying to tell me that he was ready to go. It didn’t really matter which, though.

“Think about the simple mechanics of breathing, Steve,” I urged him. “Let your mind become occupied with that and nothing else.” I watched Steve for a second or two. As I saw him take several deep breaths I began speaking again. “Don’t force yourself to take deep breaths, just breath normally in a relaxed and unhurried fashion. All I would like you to do right now is to become familiar with the simple process of breathing,” I instructed him using an even smooth soothing tone of voice. I smiled slightly as I saw the first hints of relaxation start to creep into Steve’s haggard and tense face.

“Andy, if you would be kind enough to start massaging Steve’s shoulders?” I prompted him. “I think he could use it. The poor man looks as tense as a bridegroom on his wedding day.”

“Glad to, Paul,” Andy said in that smooth sexy tenor voice of his. I watched Andy’s hands as he started to clench and release his fingers as he moved his hands along the ridge of Steve’s shoulders.

“When you can feel Andy’s fingers begin their kneading of your shoulder muscles, Steve, just let me know with a simple ‘yes’,” I suggested to him.

“Yes,” Steve replied almost instantly.

“Good. Very good. Now don’t forget to concentrate on your breathing, on the movement of the muscles of your chest and stomach,” I reminded him. “Can you do that for me? Can you just think about your breathing?” I asked him quietly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Steve said with a trace of doubt in his voice. He looked at me for a moment and then let his gaze wander about the room. His eyes became slightly unfocused, staring at nothing as he tried to concentrate on his breathing

“Just listen to my voice, Steve. Listen to the sound and flow of my words. Let your attention flow with my words. Let them guide you. You know how. You’ve done it before. You know how to follow my words. Think back. Way back. Remember how it felt to follow my words? Of course you do. The mind, and the body remember, Steve. So just let go and let yourself follow my words. When you feel it happen you simply let me know and continue to find yourself focused on my words as you follow them along,” I encouraged him.

“Yes?your words?.follow them?.want to,” Steve replied softly, a note of desperation and longing in the tone of his voice. His eyes were open and fixed and focused but not on me. He was looking past me at some point on the far wall. Already he was starting to slip down in to the lightest stages of hypnotic trance, and we had barely begun. I wasn’t all that surprised, though. Steve was a really good subject. It was one of the many things about him that I found so endearing. Even though it had been a long time, over a year as a matter of fact, since I had put him under, Steve was responding very well. I attributed it to a desire on his part to go back into hypnosis, and some lingering after effects of my implanted controls.

“That’s right, Steve. You’re doing just fine,” I assured him keeping the tone of my voice even, low, smooth and soothing. " Just look around at nothing at all or let your eyes stare at one spot if you wish. Whatever works best for you. When you notice a change in your breathing, when you feel it start to become deep and even, really pleasant you let me know. Meanwhile, Andy will continue to work out the tension and strain in your shoulder muscles.” I flicked my eyes up towards Andy and then down to Steve’s shoulders. I could clearly see that Andy was making an earnest effort in trying to release the tension and strain in Steve’s massive neck and shoulder muscles. From the sly grin on Andy’s face I was somewhat sure that he didn’t look upon this as a chore, rather more of a delightful opportunity.

“Oh??” Steve moaned softly, dragging my attention away from Andy’s handsome face.

I looked at Steve’s face and could see that his gaze was firmly fixed on some point on the far distant wall. What it was, I didn’t know and frankly I didn’t much care. It was far more interesting and delightful for me to look at Steve’s face than to figure out what it was that had caught his attention. “That’s right just go with the flow, Steve. Just think about how it feels as Andy works that nasty tension and stiffness from out of your shoulder and neck muscles,” I softly urged him as I started to begin my hypnotic patter in earnest. “The warmth of Andy’s hands. The hardness, firmness and gentleness as you feel his fingers dig a bit deeper into your neck and shoulders. And when you feel it, when you feel some small part of the tension start to melt away from your shoulders and your neck, you just let me know with a simple ‘yes’.”

“Yes,” Steve replied a couple of heartbeats later.

“And when you notice a change in your breathing, you let me know,” I said the instant I started to see Steve begin to take a deep breath. (Okay, so this was cheating, technically. It was more likely that Steve was taking a deep breath due to Andy’s ministrations, than to my words. Still, it was an opportunity to strengthen the suggestion in Steve’s mind that he was starting to react to my hypnotic induction. A little extra help never hurts, after all. Remember that this was just ordinary hypnosis that I was using on Steve.)

“Yes?..” Steve said letting the word slide out of his mouth.

“You’ve been so tense and keyed up for such a long time, that feeling Andy massage your shoulders and neck has got to feel pretty good right about now,” I commented, keeping my voice low key, smooth and gentle. “It’s okay to enjoy the feeling, Steve. Go ahead and let yourself go. You deserve it, and you know that there is nothing wrong in letting yourself enjoy the feeling of Andy’s strong and gentle fingers and his hands massaging your neck and shoulders. It’s helping you to let go, and to feel a bit more relaxed so that you can concentrate on my words even more strongly. And each and every time when you feel yourself relaxing just a bit more and able to concentrate even more easily on my words, you just let me know. You can even interrupt me when I am speaking, Steve. It’s okay to do that.” I paused for a few seconds. I needed to catch my breath and study Steve’s handsome face for a second or two.

“Yes?.relaxing?.” Steve muttered softly. His eyes were starting to blink a bit more slowly. I noted with suppressed satisfaction that the lines of tension that had been so heavily etched on his face at the start of the afternoon were starting to smooth out a bit. It was a very good sign. In fact it was a surprise to me that Steve was reacting so quickly to my suggestions, since I was using only an ordinary hypnotic induction. I had not yet uttered the trigger phrase that would put Steve back into a super hypnotic trance. Steve was entering ordinary hypnosis.

“And soon, and very soon indeed, you’ll feel yourself starting to relax just a bit more, as you find it starts to become easier and easier to just follow along with my words. To follow my words and let them lead you down to that special place in your mind where you can become totally relaxed as you let go completely,” I said letting the words roll out in an even smooth steady stream. “When you feel that happen, when you feel yourself starting to go down just a bit deeper and deeper into relaxation you let me know.”

“Yes?I?.feel?.it?.” Steve replied in a soft but clear voice. The pause between his words was becoming slightly longer.

“Each and every time, when you feel yourself starting to relax and let go even more, you respond. For the deeper you go the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better,” I urged Steve as I saw his expression soften a bit more.

“Andy’s massaging of your shoulders and neck helps to you go even deeper, Steve,” I informed him as I shot a brief glance up at Andy. “When you can feel the warmth from Andy’s skilled hands and fingers slowly start to penetrate and loosen up those tense and stiff muscles in your neck and shoulders Steve, you sigh with delight. For it seems with each sigh you can feel yourself going deeper in to relaxation.”

Steven let out a long slow deep sigh the instant I finished making the suggestion to him. He sighed a second time a few seconds later and his face started to take a on a slightly blank look as he stared off at that distant point on the far wall.

I sat there looking at Steve for a moment, admiring the sight before me. A city police officer, in full uniform (yes he still had his hat on by the way) sitting on my living room sofa, gazing off in the distance, listening to my voice as it leads him into a deep state of hypnosis. Steve was sitting there on the sofa, with his hands resting in his lap. His legs were slightly spread apart, and his feet, encased in those black shiny leather shoes were planted firmly flat on the floor. His hands were hanging down blocking most of the view of the front of his uniform pants, but it didn’t really matter much anyway. Those navy blue uniform pants prevented any significant details regarding the front of his pants and the placement (or displacement) of his penis from being detected. Despite that though, they were very nice uniform pants. Steve filled them out well and those pants only added to the delight of his overall appearance.

Steve was still wearing his utility belt, (gee that sounds like something out of a Saturday morning cartoon show, but I think that is what those belts are called) which blocked off any view of his uniform belt. I rather liked the appearance of that wide, thick leather belt about his waist. It made him seem more masculine, stronger and more authoritarian, somehow. (The fact that I had such a striking figure of a man well on the way to being under my control only increased my pleasure of the moment.) Steve’s light blue long sleeved uniform shirt looked very nice on him, and the navy tie added to his appearance. If Steve had just come off of a duty shift, he would not have been wearing a tie as it wasn’t the policy of the city police to wear ties on duty. A tie, especially a knotted tie, gave those less than cooperative suspects an opportunity to assault the officer and possibly choke him. As I let my gaze move up from Steve’s arms which were lying in a relaxed heap in his lap, I took in the details of that massively muscular chest that rose and fell slowly like the bellows of some blacksmith’s forge. I was slightly amazed that Steve could exude a sexual appeal by doing nothing more than sitting there in front of me, and breathing deeply. The simple and slowly rhythmic movement of his chest as it rose and fell, was mesmerizing. I had to shake my head slightly to throw off the spell. (Just who was hypnotizing whom, here?) I let my gaze move up past that slightly clinging uniform shirt of Steve’s and on to his face.

Steve’s face was completely blank. He looked like he was completely lost in his own thoughts, as he stared off into space. It was a pretty safe bet that that was exactly the situation. He was lost in his own little world right then. His face looked peaceful and at ease for the first time since I had met him this afternoon. It seemed that I was finally getting him down to the much deeper levels of hypnosis. Steve sighed softly, as his eyes blinked a few times. I saw those sexy lips of his twitch slightly as he sighed a second time.

“The more that Andy massages you, the easier it becomes to go even deeper, Steve,” I continued as I picked up the thread of the hypnotic induction. “For the deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better.”

“Deeper?yes?.” Steve muttered softly, followed by a loud sigh. His head dipped a fraction of an inch for a split second before he caught himself and raised his head back up. “Mmmmmm?.that feels nice,” Steve grunted as Andy continued his kneading of Steve’s shoulders.

“For it seems with each word that I utter, and with a each breath that you take, you can sense and feel yourself going down deeper and deeper, feeling more relaxed, more comfortable and more at ease,” I encouraged him, while continuing to speak in smooth even soothing tones. “When you can feel that happen, you let me know. Just letting yourself go more and more, as you focus only on the sounds of my soothing voice and the wonderful warmth of Andy’s fingers and hands. Soon and very soon indeed you’ll feel your troubles, cares and concerns just start to melt away out of your mind. And when you feel that happen, when you feel your troubles, cares and concerns starting to melt away, you let me know.”

“Melting?.yes?.melting?.away,” Steve muttered a few seconds later. He sighed once again and a smile brushed across his lips. “Yes?finally?.melting?away?.finally?” Steve slumped down backwards, falling in to the sofa and his head rolled down to his chest as he took a deep breath and let out another deep sigh. His eyes closed easily a half a second later.

Andy continued his ministrations on Steve’s shoulders and neck, as Steve sat back in the sofa, slumped down, relaxed and comfortable. Andy looked down at me and smiled a bright ‘thank you’ at me, but he didn’t say anything. I guess he didn’t want to inadvertently break the spell that Steve was under.

“Just melting way. Your body becoming limp and totally relaxed now as your mind becomes empty of all troubles, cares or concerns. You mind becoming empty and at peace. And when you feel that happen you nod your head slightly, Steve, and that action causes you go do down even deeper and deeper into this wonderful and relaxed state,” I prompted him.

A few seconds later Steve nodded his head several times. He sighed to himself and then muttered in a slightly slurred voice, “Melting?..away?.” He sat there slumped down on the sofa, breathing easily with his lips curved in a small smile. He looked like he was feeling pretty good.

“How do you feel now, Steve?” I asked him softly.

“Really good, sir. Thank you, sir,” He answered immediately in a soft but clear voice. “So calm and comfortable. So at peace, sir. My mind is empty. No troubles. No cares. Thank you so much for making them melt away, sir.”

Steve had not said it, but he was feeling happy as he sat there on the sofa in front of me. He was truly at peace now. I was happy for him, and pleased with myself that I managed to get him this far down. But, it wasn’t enough. Not quite enough.

“The deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better,” I reminded him, keeping the tone of my voice even and smooth. “Steve, you’re safe here. You know that. You can just let go anytime that you want to. You can let go completely. You can surrender completely. You are safe here with Andy and me. So go ahead and let go of everything Steve. Yield completely to my words, my voice and my power. Give up. Surrender all, and feel nothing but deep relaxation, peace and calm. Go down into that place in your mind, Steve. That special place where you can let go completely and still be safe, secure and at peace.” It was a struggle to keep the excitement and glee from my voice as I verbally pushed Steve over the edge into total surrender.

“Surrender?” Steve asked in a slightly puzzled voice, as the smile faded from his lips and his face took on that blank look once again. He took several deep breaths as he seemed to roll that thought about in his mind. I waited to see what he would do. I could have easily pushed him mentally into submission, but I wanted the decision to be his not mine. He was here asking for my help. This was not the time to acquiesce to my personal desire to see Steve acting as my hypnotized policeman slave again, no matter how enticing the idea. I was sorely tempted to say Steve’s trigger phrase, and enslave him once more, but I fought off the urge. I think it was Andy’s presence that helped me to resist that temptation.

Andy continued to massage Steve’s neck and shoulders. Steve let out several soft moans as he sank deeper into the back of the sofa. For several minutes Steve sat there slumped back in the sofa, oblivious to everything else, apparently. “Yes?.that’s feels so good?” Steve muttered softly as he basked in the pleasure of Andy’s efforts. Steve sighed a few more times as the smile on his face grew slightly larger.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t somewhat disappointed in Steve’s lack of response. Steve was one hell of a handsome hunk of a man, and having him surrender to me once again would have been very exciting. But, I had to leave the decision up to him. (Damn, ethics always seem to get in the way at the most inopportune moments.)

“You seem to be much more relaxed now, Steve,” Andy commented to him as Andy kept up massaging Steve’s shoulder and neck muscles. “Your muscles seem to finally have loosened up. I’m surprised that you haven’t keeled over onto your side by now,” Andy said with a smile on his face.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself as Steve toppled over onto his right side, a few seconds after Andy finished speaking. Steve was a very suggestible subject and he had followed through on Andy’s suggestion almost immediately. It was no surprise to me, but Andy did not know Steve as well as I did. I looked up at Andy, and I nearly burst out laughing at the look to stunned amazement that was frozen on Andy’s face. Andy looked up at me, after staring at Steve for a few seconds. When Andy saw the mirth on my face, Andy relaxed and understood that there wasn’t a problem. Slowly a smile graced those sexy lips of Andy’s and he walked out from behind the sofa and stood beside me as I sat in the swivel rocking chair.

“He responds rather well, doesn’t he?” Andy whispered as he looked down at me. The smile on Andy’s face was like sunshine on a dark and stormy day, welcome and wonderful. (Yes, I’m in love with Andy, or couldn’t you tell by now? Damn, I’m a lucky man!)

“Oh, yes indeed he does,” I whispered back as I looked over at Steve’s toppled form. Steve lay there on the sofa, lying on his right side. His uniform hat had fallen off of his head when his head had hit the cushion of the seat of the sofa. His hat lay there upside down a few inches away from Steve’s head. Steve’s right arm was partly pinned underneath the right side of Steve’s body, where as his left arm was draped down and across his chest. His pelvis was now at an angle of about eighty degrees from the plane of the seat of the sofa, which meant that the curvature of Steve’s left hip was clearly evident to anyone with eyes. And what a handsome hip it was, too. Andy joined me in sighing at the sheer sexiness of Steve’s left hip, encased as it was in those tight uniform pants he was wearing.

“Going down deeper and deeper, Steve,” I urged him. “Just letting go completely. You know that you are safe and secure, here in my apartment. So you can let yourself go, and enjoy the sensations of going down deeper and deeper into hypnosis, Steve.” I paused for a few seconds as I listened to Steve’s soft sighs of agreement. The smile on Steve’s face got a bit bigger as he lay there on the sofa listening to me. “So relax now, and just let yourself go, Steve. Let go of all your cares, worries and concerns. Let all the tensions and troubles of the past few days and weeks, just let it all float up and out of your mind. Let yourself go, Steve,” I said to him in a soft soothing tone of voice. I knew it was important to keep my voice pitched low and mellow as that would help Steve to relax even more.

“Yes?.” Steve muttered sleepily with just the briefed nod of his head. “Yes?.go deeper.” Steve looked relaxed and peaceful now, a far cry from the nervous, tension filled man who had arrived at my doorstep only a short while earlier. I might not be able to help Steve solve his problem, whatever it was, but at least I had managed to help him relax and feel better.

“He’s really out, isn’t he?” Andy whispered to me, as he turned and looked down at me.

“Yup. Completely,” I whispered back, looking up at Andy. I absently reached up encircled Andy’s waist with my right arm and gently pulled Andy towards me. Andy smiled at me as he took hold of my right arm and unwrapped it from about his waist. Andy bent over and pressed his lips lovingly upon mine in an all too brief kiss.

“So, what now?” Andy asked in a hushed tone, as he stood back up.

“That’s up to Steve,” I answered softly. “If he wants to talk about whatever it is that is troubling him, he will. If not, well that’s his decision.” A thoughtful look crept onto Andy’s face as he nodded his head at me. I smiled back at Andy and then turned my attention back to Steve.

I looked closely at Steve’s face, but his expression had not changed. He just lay there like a log, motionless except for his breathing. Mind you, he was a very sexy log, smartly dressed in a spotless and freshly pressed police uniform. I was content to sit there and watch Steve for the next half hour or so. Sometimes the simple pleasures in life are the sweetest.

Suddenly, Steve slowly moved his head and opened his eyes, and the smile faded from his lips. He blinked his eyes several times as he struggled to focus on my face. His face remained blank as he slowly struggled to sit up. Steve looked about the room as if searching for something. Slowly he reached over and picked up his uniform hat. A few seconds later he placed his hat on his head and fought his way to his feet. A part of me wanted to reach over and help Steve to his feet, but I knew better than to interfere. It took Steve several minutes to climb off of the sofa and to stand on his own two feet without swaying back and forth as if he were drunk. He didn’t say anything the entire time. He merely looked at me with that same blank look. Carefully, as if he were walking on a tightrope, he walked over to where I was sitting in the swivel rocking chair. Steve leaned down and placed one hand on each of the arms of the chair. Sluggishly but firmly he swung the swivel rocking chair about until it (and I) was facing away from the sofa. Steve let go of the swivel rocking chair and stood back up. Steve walked over until he was directly in front of me and facing me. A moment later he took several backward steps, distancing himself from me. Steve stood there, a few paces away from me, looking down at me from that lofty six foot height of his, not saying a word. I looked up at him, silently admiring the view. Hypnotized or not, Steve was a very good looking man, so I took advantage of the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy. I wondered what Steve was up to as I sat there drinking in the sight of him. I had not expected him to do anything but sit there on the sofa and slump down into a sexy hypnotized heap of a hunk. He had something else in mind though. I couldn’t help but wonder at what it might be.

Steve stood there looking down at me, breathing normally, but he wasn’t taking any action. “Andy, please massage my shoulders some more,” Steve called out as he continued to look at me. Steve was speaking easily, without the long pauses between words and without any slurring of his words.

‘He’s come back up to a lighter level of trance,’ I thought to myself as I put the clues together. I successfully hid my disappointment, and decided to wait and see what happened. I had Steve’s trigger to fall back on, if things didn’t work out.

“Okay, Steve,” Andy’s voice answered pleasantly, from somewhere off to my right.

I turned my head, breaking my eye contact with Steve as I searched for Andy. He walked out from behind my chair and headed over to where Steve was. Andy didn’t look puzzled at Steve’s request. If anything, Andy looked eager to get back to massaging Steve’s shoulders. Andy walked up behind Steve and placed his hands on Steve’s shoulders.

“Steve, it’s rather difficult for me to do anything like this,” Andy complained after a few seconds effort. “I need have your shoulders at a somewhat lower level, to be able to give you a massage.”

“Oh,” Steve replied absently, as if he hadn’t heard a word that Andy had said.

Andy got a gleam in his eye as he directed a glance in my direction.

“Down on your knees, Officer Stokes,” Andy said in a commanding voice, as he pushed strongly down on Steve’s shoulders. “On your knees, so that I may massage you into submission.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve responded as he slowly sank down to his knees in front of me. A smile blossomed on his face as he knelt down in front of me. Steve, the hunky hypnotized cop was now on his knees in front of me, and if the smile on his face was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

‘Why the heck didn’t I pick up on that?’ I wondered to myself. ‘I should have clued in that Steve wanted to be ordered to his knees.’ I filed that nugget of information off into the back of my mind for further analysis later. I had more interesting things to deal with.

“God, yes!” Steve cried out in delight as Andy stooped down and resumed his massaging of Steve’s shoulders and neck. “Just a bit more, please, Andy.” Steve begged Andy, while Steve kept his eyes focused on mine, as he knelt there in front of me.

“Glad to oblige, Steve,” Andy replied happily as he continued with his task.

Steve grunted his appreciation of Andy’s efforts over the next few minutes. A few moans of pleasure found their way out of Steve’s mouth as well. I found it a curious but interesting and erotic sight. A big strong and hypnotized cop on his knees in front of me, grunting like an animal, while he was getting his neck and shoulders massaged by a hunk of an RCMP constable in jeans and an RCMP T-shirt. (Yes, there IS a God!)

Steve suddenly toppled forward, breaking the contact between his shoulders and Andy’s hands. Steve broke his fall easily by planting his arms out in front of him. Steve kept his eyes locked on mine as he moved from a kneeling position to being on all fours in front of me. He didn’t say anything for a few moments. He merely grinned at me like some love sick puppy. I’d be lying if I said that the sight of Steve on his hands and knees in front of me, and in uniform to boot, didn’t cause me to have a reaction. (Okay, my cock went rock hard then and there, if you must know. How I managed to keep from blushing though, will remain a mystery to us all.)

Steve lowered himself to the floor, so that he was prone before me. He raised his head up and looked at me smiling that same happy sappy smile at me. “I surrender to you, master. I am yours once again. This hypnotized cop slave boy is now yours to command, master. I eagerly await your commands, master,” Steve spoke with an assurance and calmness that was almost frightening. Steve was stating, what was for him, a simple truth.

“How do you feel now, Steve?” I asked ignoring his declaration.

‘Fantastic, master, I hope that in some way I may serve you, so that I may continue to feel this good,” Steve answered cheerfully.

“Well, if Andy has no objection, I would like you to get up on all fours so that I may examine you,” I told Steve. I looked up at Andy. He looked down at me and smiled as he nodded his head.

“Yes, master!” Steve cried out joyfully as he scrambled onto his hands and knees. Somehow he had managed to keep his uniform hat on his head, so he was still in full uniform. Steve remained there on his hands and knees, eagerly waiting for me to start my examination of him. He panted slightly with pent up excitement. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, as he looked up at me and flashed me a sexy smile.

“I’ll start in a few minutes, Steve. I need to have a quick chat with Andy first,” I informed him as I stood up. “In the meantime, why don’t you stare at spot on the carpet, and go down deeper and deeper with each breath that you take and with each blink of your eyes.”

“Yes, master,“ Steve replied eagerly. He lowered his head slightly as he picked out a spot on the carpeted floor to stare at.

I walked over to where Andy was standing just behind Steve. I suspected that Andy was enjoying the rear view, but I had something else on my mind that I wanted to discuss with him. I waved at Andy to follow me as I lead him a few paces away from Steve’s hypnotized form. With a slight sigh of reluctance Andy turned and followed me.

“Do you mind if I examine Steve, Andy?” I whispered to him, once we were standing a few paces away from Officer Steven Stokes.

“What exactly do you have in mind, and how far are you planning to go?” Andy whispered back.

“Clothes on, and get Steve to jerk off in a towel. Similar to the milking of Cody,” I answered him keeping my voice to a whisper.

Andy looked at me thoughtfully, and then nodded his head at me. “Sounds okay to me, but only if I get to help,” he whispered back.

“I knew there would be a catch,” I replied with a soft chuckle. “You never let me have any fun,” I said with a mock pout on my face.

“Yeah, right,” Andy replied in a hush and grinned at me. “I prefer to think of this as a team effort. I call dibs on Steve’s ass.”

“Reserving the best part for yourself?” I asked Andy quietly as I struggled to contain my mirth.

“Maybe. I prefer to think of it as more along the lines of ensuring fairness. I know you’ve caressed Steve’s butt cheeks before, while I never have. Besides I wouldn’t want you to become bored. I am merely engaging in a selfless act to protect you from boredom,” Andy answered quietly, keeping a straight face.

“You’re all heart,” I replied sarcastically, but the grin on my face took any sting out of my words. “Let’s get to work.”

“Right. I’ll fetch a towel for Steve,” Andy said flashing me a quick smile before he headed off to the linen closet.

I was content to pass the time looking down upon Steve as he remained planted on his hands and knees in front of me. I walked a few feet closer to Steve as I drank in the sight of him. His body was all that I had remembered and more. His body was as fit, hard and strong as I remembered. That police uniform on his body was like gift wrapping on a Christmas present. It only added to the excitement and joy of the moment. On his hands and knees as he was, Steve’s uniform pants were very snug against his buttocks, crotch and thighs. The rather large bulge caused by his wallet in the right back pocket of his uniform pants only enhanced the tightness of those uniform pants. The right back pocket did not have a button closure, and the lips of the welt pocket were pulled apart slightly by both the bulge caused by Steve’s thick wallet, and the overall tightness of his uniform pants in general. As I stared that that right pocket, it seemed that the lips of that pocket were pulled into a gentle beckoning smile that invited me to reach out and grab that big fleshly right buttock of Steve’s. I pulled my gaze from that intriguing wallet of Steve’s and scoped out the rest of his beautiful behind.

Those two uniform clad hemispheres were sinfully sexy. If I hadn’t seen this sight so many times before, I would have been drooling. I moved my eyes over the central seam of those uniform pants and delighted in manner in which the material was stretched across Steve’s butt crack, while still managing to follow every inch of the curvature of both of his buttocks. It seemed to somehow defy the laws of physics. There didn’t seem to be any reasonable or logical explanation for the way in which those uniform pants could be so tight and close fitting, without showing the slightest sign of strain on the seams. As my gaze finally moved over and around Steven’s left buttock I knew what I would find, and I was not the least bit disappointed. Another back pocket, yes, but a welt back pocket with a button tab closure, which was done up. Poor little button, though. I could clearly see that the pants pocket closure was under some strain, from the way that tab seemed to have a choke hold on the poor little button. A part of me wanted to reach over and rescue the little button by undoing the closure. (Yeah, right! I just wanted to get my hands on Steven’s sexy butt. I love a good butt in tight pants or jeans, and brother that was most definitely what I was looking at.) I gulped a few times as the simple magnificent of that sight overwhelmed me yet again. I had seen that sight before but it had been so long that I had forgotten how sculpted and flawless Steve’s ass was in those uniform pants. I felt a twinge of envy and also slightly jealous that Andy’s hands, and not mine, would be exploring that territory. (Now in case you have not yet realized it, dear reader, I have a butt fetish. Men’s butts are more interesting to me than their faces. I suppose that isn’t very flattering to Andy, when you think about it. Let’s just keep that our little secret, shall we?)

I wrenched my gaze away from Steve’s backside and looked over the rest of his four on the floor form. I didn’t walk around to see the rest of Steve, I stayed where I was, since I prefer a rear view, given a choice. (Like you haven’t figured that out by now, dear reader?) The two pillars that were Steve’s thighs filled out Steve’s uniform pants from the buttocks down to the knees, keeping the material snug if not tight. Certainly it appeared to be tight around the inside of his thighs, with a razor sharp crease in the pants at the back which ended just below where Steve’s buttocks started to strain those uniform pants. . (Oh, to be able to reach out and get physical confirmation of that fact! Lord, have mercy!) From the knees down to the ankles where his uniform pants ended, was a bit of an anticlimax. The pants were clean, neat and sharply pressed, true, but it wasn’t anything unexpected. The soles of Steve’ uniform shoes were slightly scuffed, but that was to be expected. I couldn’t see much of the tops of Steve’s shoes since his feet were top down on the floor. From the little I could see of the heels of the shoes and the sides, the shoes looked newly polished. They had a mirror like sheen to them that was attractive in its own way.

I took one step to my right, (Okay two steps.) and looked over at Steve’s right profile of his body. The bright red stripe running down the outside seam of his uniform pants caught my eye, and before I quite realized it, my gaze had traveled up from the cuff of Steve’s pants back to the top of the side of his uniform pants. The red strip on his uniform pants was like a trail that lead from the bottom of Steve’s pants to the top, that you felt you just had to follow. Certainly it was a journey that my eyes enjoyed, not to mention my brain.

“Here you go,” Andy’s voice beckoned me, dragging me out of my silent appraisal and admiration of Steve’s derriere and the rest of the lower part of his body.

I looked up to see Andy holding out a thick soft tan bath towel towards me. I snatched it from his outstretched hand and reluctantly walked around Steve’s body and back towards Steve’s head. Slowly I lowered myself until I was sitting on the floor just in front of Steve’ head. Steve looked at me, still gently smiling as he waited patiently for me to tell him what to do next. I suddenly remembered that I had not yet used Steve’s super hypnosis trigger. Steve wasn’t in a state of super hypnosis. Better safe than sorry.

“Steve, do you like this state that you are in right now?” I asked him, knowing full well what his answer would be.

“Yes, master. Of course I do,” Steve answered with a slightly perplexed look on his face.

“Would you like me to be able to help guide you back to this state or an even deeper state than this, sometime again in the future?” I prompted him.

“Most definitely yes, master,” Steve replied as that happy smile returned to his face, and a soft light of joy started to shine in his eyes. .

“Then listen carefully, Steve,” I cautioned him. “Each and every time, when you hear me say the phrase, ‘write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop’ you will return to this state or an even deeper state than this. Do you understand?” I closely watched Steve’s face as I spoke the trigger that placed him into super hypnosis. There was a slight jerk of his head but otherwise he did not react.

“Yes, master. I understand, master,” he answered me as he blinked his eyes at me. Steve nodded his head up and down a few times as if he were trying to emphasize the point.

“Write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop,” I said to him as I looked down at his eager and willing face.

The Steve closed his eyes and his joyful expression melted into a dreamy look of bliss, as he muttered, “Oh yes, master. Going deeper master. Oh yes???..” The last word trailed off in a soft sigh as Steve swayed slightly back and forth on all fours. A few sighs later he slipped down deeper into his super hypnotic trance.

“How is your penis, Steve?” I asked him. (You have to give me points for being direct, dear reader.)

“It’s twitching a bit, master,” Steve answered softly as if he were half asleep. He didn’t seem surprised at my sudden switch in topics. I guessed that he’d been my subject enough times to know where I was likely to steer the conversation.

“I’ll bet that you’d enjoy it if your penis was to become as hard as a rock, wouldn’t you?” I asked him with a smile on my lips. (Don’t tell me that you couldn’t see that coming. Surely you know me well enough by now, dear reader, to expect that I was going to focus on Steve’s cock and get it hard for him? What are friends for? And of course this is a completely selfless act upon my part. I am only doing it for Steve. Yeah. Right.)

“Of course, master! I was hoping that you let me get hard before this session is over,” Steve replied as he opened his eyes and looked up at me, his eyes beginning to gleam with anticipation.

“Oh much more than that, my dear little hypnotized cop slave,” I said with more than a trace of excitement in my voice. I smiled all the more as I watched Andy walk that fantastic body of his, over and stand behind Steve. (Okay so I’m not exactly objective when it comes to Andy. So sue me.) Slowly Andy lowered his body so that he was kneeling directly behind Steve’s big round firm, uniform pant enshrouded butt. (Talk about having the best seat in the house!) You didn’t need a university degree to figure out what Andy was getting ready to do.

“Yes, master, yes,” Steve replied eagerly, as a tremor of excitement passed through his body.

I reached up with my right hand and brushed my fingertips across the left side of Steve’s face.

Steve closed his eyes and muttered softly, “Yes?.master?.your?.touch?is?heaven.” Each word was punctuated with a soft moan.

I was moderately surprised at Steve’s reaction. I had not even started to suggest to him that he would become turned on by the touch of my hands on his body. He was already beginning to react in that manner. I couldn’t help but be pleased at that development. Sometimes things just workout for the best, it seemed. “Steve, do you remember that wonderful massage that Andy gave your shoulders and neck?” I asked him. (Dumb question! Really dumb question! I have a gift for asking dumb questions, or so it would appear.)

“Yes, master. It was wonderful, master,” Steve answered with a soft and dreamy quality to his voice. A small shudder ran through his body as Steve posed there on his hands and knees like some type of obedient, enthusiastic puppy. I half expected to see his tongue start to hang out of his mouth and hear him start painting.

“I’m glad to hear that, Steve, because Andy is going to give you a butt massage. I think you’ll enjoy that as much, if not more, than you did the first massage,” I informed Steve. I kept my voice pitched in the same soothing tone that I had been using all evening.

“A butt massage? Oh thank you master! I’ve never had one of those before,” Steve cried excitedly. His eyes lit up with anticipation.

“Whenever you’re ready, Andy,” I said directing my attention to Andy.

“Oh yes, please start Andy!” Steve implored as another tremor of exuberance surged through his body.

Andy wasted no time in responding to my request and Steve’s urgent plea. Andy reached out and gently placed his hands on Steve’s butt, one hand on each buttock. Andy licked his lips and as a small smirk blossomed on his face. Andy slowly closed his fingers and thumbs as he grabbed a double handful of Steve’s uniform pants (and Steve’s buttocks of course).

“Oh, yes, I like that, Andy,” Steve moaned out loud as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

I sat there and watched as Andy released his grip on Steve’s butt and then placed his hands flat on those two perfect half hemispheres of Steve’s. Andy started to run his hands over Steve’s backside, giving Steve’s buttocks a soft gentle squeeze every now and then.

Steve’s only reaction was to moan with delight and to gently rock from side to side while he remained planted on his hands and knees.

I decided to add my two cents worth to Steve’s pleasure. Why should I have let Andy have all the fun? I reached over with my right hand and carefully ran it over Steve’s chest, pressing downward when I thought I was over his left nipple. “That’s feels nice, doesn’t it, Steve?” I asked him.

“Yes, master. Your hand pressing down on my nipple feels so good, master. Andy’s massaging of my ass feels wonderful too, master,” he answered.

“It feels so good, especially Andy’s caressing of your ass, that it’s getting you excited, isn’t it?” I prompted him.

“God yes, master!” Steve barked out immediately. “My cock started to get hard the second I felt Andy squeeze my ass?ohh?..” Steve answered, but his reply was cut off by a loud and deep moan.

I didn’t need to bother glanced back to see if Andy was squeezing Steve’s ass again. The moan that was wrenched out of Steve’s mouth was proof enough that Andy was hard at work on Steve’s butt. “That’s good. Just go with the flow, Steve. Just let it happen. Let me know when your cock is rock hard and pushing against your uniform pants,” I told him. I didn’t want Steve to shoot his load inside his uniform pants, after all. He hadn’t come here to get messy.

“My cock, master. It’s?..it’s?.getting harder and harder?.ohhh??oh?my,” Steve blurted out a few seconds later.

“That’s good, Steve,” I encouraged him. “Now lower your head to the floor and cradle your head in your arms as best you can,” I ordered him. A wave of sweet satisfaction flowed through my mind as I watched Steve carry out my commands. How I enjoy the sight of a hypnotized man, especially a man in uniform, kowtowing to me. (Okay, so I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to hypnotizing good looking guys. Do you have a problem with that? If you do, then why the hell are you reading this story, dear reader? )

“You’re kneeling down before me with your head on the floor in front of me, Steve. Tell me how does that make you feel?” I asked him. (I love drawing out moments like these.)

“Harder, master. It feels good. It feels right,” Steve replied in a slightly muffled voice. (He was speaking into the floor after all.)

“Where’s your ass, Steve?” I prompted him.

‘Its?.it’s sticking up in the air, Master. Oh my!” Steve blurted out in answer to my question.

“What it is, Steve? Is something wrong?” I asked him, though I had a good idea of what his answer was going to be.

“Nothing’s wrong, Master,” Steve replied and then let out a long low moan. “It’s just that with my ass in the air like this, my?.my pants feel tighter, and my cock is really starting to get hard. And Andy’s hands they?they seem to be grabbing and stroking my ass even more. I?I didn’t expect it to feel so good, so wonderful. Thank you, Master.”

“And as it gets harder, you enjoy Andy’s caressing of your buttocks even more, Steve. You can feel yourself surrendering more and more, with each of Andy’s caress of your ass, and with each word that I speak. For the better you feel, the deeper you go and the deeper you go the better you feel. Always going deeper, always feeling better. Going deeper and deeper into submission. Following the flow down in to submission and surrender.” My words could not but help to lead Steve down deeper in to a super hypnotic state, while they helped to enhance Steve’s feelings of pleasure from Andy’s ministrations.

“My cock is rock hard now, Master! I can feel it pushing against my pants! It’s pushing against my left leg and it pushing against my pants! Oh, God, I can’t remember the last time I felt so turned on, master! My cock, it is all I can think about! It’s so very hard, and hot! Oh thank you master for giving me such a hard and hot cock!” Steve cried out joyfully. He kept his eyes shut and rocked from side to side, moaning his pleasure which increased more and more with each passing moment.

“Get up on your knees, open your fly and show that rock hard cock of yours to me, Steve,” I barked at him in a commanding tone of voice.

Steve’s eyes flew open at the sound of my words. He jerked upright so that he was kneeling before me. “Yes, sir! Yes, master! Right away, sir!” He barked out in response to my command. His hands flew to the fly of his uniform pants and worked at the zipper. A second later Steve had unzipped his fly and his hands were burrowing into the open zipper as he labored at extracting his fully erect penis from its confinement. He fumbled for a second as he worked his long hard cock out of his pants. He let out a loud sigh, followed by a deep moan as he freed his cock from its cloth prison. Steve let his hands and arms dangle down by his side, as he finished his task. “Done, master,” he reported unnecessarily. A soft satisfied sigh escaped from his lips as he knelt there awaiting my next command, with his long, hard and fully erect penis poking out from the open fly of his dark blue uniform pants.

This caused an interruption to Andy’s caressing of Steve’s ass. I looked over at Andy, who had moved back about a half a meter or so, when he had heard me tell Steve to get up on his knees. Andy sighed at me as if to say ‘thank you for spoiling my fun’.

“Here, Steve”, I said as I tossed the bath towel at him. “Wrap up that monster of yours, in this towel. I don’t want you making a mess on my nice clean carpet, nor do I wish you to stain or ruin your uniform pants.”

He deftly caught the towel with his right hand and proceeded to coil the towel about that flagpole of his. It took him only a few moments to complete the task. When he was finished, Steve sat back on his heels as he knelt there in silence awaiting his next instruction. (I tell you, submissive and obedient subjects are a wonder to behold! I never tire of them. And if they happen to be cops. WOO HOO!!!)

“Back down on all fours, Steve,” I instructed him.

“Yes, master,” he replied cutting off any further words from me. Steve dropped back down to his hands and knees and smiled at me. He had a pretty good idea as to what was coming. His body shivered with excitement.

“This time, though, lower your head to the carpet so that you can present more of your ass to Andy. You want to give him a nice big target to work with, don’t you?” I prompted him

“Of course, master,” Steve agreed as he lowered his head to the floor. This left Steve’s ass sticking up in the air, just begging to be caressed by Andy. Steve waved his derriere back and forth slightly as if he were trying to encourage Andy to get back to work.

Andy didn’t need any encouragement. Andy shot me a brief glance. His face was a mixture of anticipation, desire, excitement and lust. Andy wanted this, perhaps even more than Steve did. I kept my comments to myself, and decided to let Andy enjoy himself. Andy planted his hands back on Steve’s buttocks, one hand on each of those killer buns. Slowly Andy began to move his hands around Steve’s buttocks, as if he were exploring them for the very first time.

Steve moaned softly as he felt Andy’s hands on his backside. Andy wasted no time in returning his full attention to the task before him. Steve’s moans became more frequent and louder as Andy pressed his fingers around and between Steve’s buttocks. (Well, as far as Steve’s uniform pants would permit.) “Yes! More, please, Andy! More!” Steve cried out a few minutes later. I’m sure that Andy did his best to oblige. I couldn’t actually see what Andy was doing, since I was sitting down next to Steve right in front of his head. Steve’s big butt blocked out whatever it was that Andy was actually doing to Steve’s behind. I could take a pretty good guess though, as to what Andy was doing. Steve grunted and moaned shamelessly as he surrendered to the pleasure of Andy’s efforts.

“Building up, getting closer and closer to a release, aren’t you Steve?” I asked him.

“God, yes!” he answered followed by several loud moans and groans.

“You can shoot your load when you need to Steve. You don’t have to ask for my permission or anything like that. Just let it happen. Let all the bad feelings, tensions, worries and concerns be shot out of you when you shoot your load,” I encouraged him, as I spoke softly to him. Sure, I could have insisted that Steve beg me to let him cum, and that would have been enjoyable. However, it was not necessary or advisable. Steve was here for help, not to ask for my permission to enjoy himself.

“Oh, thank you master!” He gasped out between breathes. “I can feel it. I can feel myself getting close!” Steve’s breathing was becoming ragged. It was clear that he was building towards a climax.

“That’s good, Steve, very good. Just enjoy yourself and let it happen,” I prompted him. He didn’t need much convincing to continue, but I felt that I had to say something to him.

“YES! SQUEEZE ME, ANDY! SQUEEZE ME MORE AND MORE ANDY!! PLEASE SQUEEZE MY COP ASS!! RUN YOUR BIG STRONG HANDS ALL OVER MY COP ASS!! SQUEEZE ME INTO SUBMISSION!!!!” Steve yelled out, gasping.

I jerked back in surprise at the volume and intensity of Steve’s cry. The words ‘squeeze me into submission’ surprised me. I had never expected to hear Steve say anything like that. I directed my attention down towards Steve’s backside and Andy. I climbed up onto my knees and as I looked over Steve’s behind, I could clearly see Andy’s big strong powerful hands grabbing a double handful of Steve’s beautiful bubble butt, and squeezing those butt cheeks. The huge smile on Andy’s face said it all. His enjoyment was almost as intense as Steve’s. A part of me couldn’t help but wonder how Andy was dealing with Steve’s wallet, which he normally carried in the right hip pocket of his pants. The position of Steve’s wallet would make it more difficult for Andy to get a firm grip on Steve’s buttocks. Well, that was Andy’s problem. Let him deal with it.

“SQUEEZE ME, YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!” Steve screamed out. His body was shivering and he was moving up and down in a rhythmic motion that made me think of a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. “OH GOD, I’M SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!” He yelled out moments later. I kept my mouth shut and decided to let nature take its course, without any further interference or comments from me.

Steve’s eyes were closed in rapture as the intense waves of pleasure continued to move through his body and mind. Steve’s body started to rock back and forth with a gentle swaying motion as the pleasure continued to build in his mind. It was almost as if Steven was listening some other type of music something that only he could hear. I flicked my eyes away from Steve’s butt and glanced over at Andy to see what he was doing. I was mildly surprised to note that Andy’s eyes were also closed in sensual pleasure. Andy’s grip on Steve’s butt remained firm and secure. Andy continued to kneed Steve’s butt with great strength and at the same time gentleness. Andy moved his body in exact synchronization with Steve’s gyrating backside almost as if these two men were synchronized swimmers performing a water ballet. The way that Andy kept his hands firmly locked on Steven’s beautiful behind was nothing short of a minor miracle. I could have sworn that Andy had glued his hands to Steve’s bubble butt of a backside. There didn’t seem to be any other way that he could keep those massive hands of his so firmly locked on Steve’s ass. Andy squeezed and caressed those two perfect hemispheres of Steve’s with unflagging enthusiasm. Andy moaned along with Steve. It would have been hard to say in which one of them was deriving more pleasure from this butt groping.

Of course Steve and Andy were not the only ones experiencing pleasure from all of this. I was kind of turned on to say the least. (Boy do I ever have a gift for understatement!) Not only was my penis rock hard as it was pushing against my jeans but my cock was starting to drip as well. The site before me was profoundly erotic. I had only two regrets. First that it was Andy who is groping Steve’s butt and not me. Second, that I didn’t have a camera to take pictures of this scene. Although come to think of it may be just as well I didn’t have a camera. I don’t think either Steve or Andy would have liked me taking pictures of what was happening and then showing these pictures to anyone else. I cared too much for Andy and Steve to consider inflicting such a situation upon them. Still I wished it was me that was grabbing Steve’s glorious gluteus maximus instead of Andy. I was just a little envious, not much, just a little.

My attention was knocked away from Andy, by a strong head butt from Steve. I scurried back a half a meter or so, to give Steve more room.

“OH GOD! MORE, ANDY MORE! FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, DON’T FUCKING STOP!! JESUS I’M SO FUCKING CLOSE!!” Steve cried out. “SQUEEZE ME HARDER, PLEASE!! SQUEEZE MY ASS MORE!! ”

I glanced over at Andy and saw that he was doing his best to honor Steve’s request. Andy pressed Steve’s body down on to the carpet with a strong and firm shove. Steve was too far gone to offer even the feeblest resistance. A small grunt escaped from Steve’s lips as his chin impacted the carpet. Steve moaned softly as his torso collapsed down on the carpet. Steve’s eyes remained shut as he wiggled about on the carpet. His arms and hands moved down under his torso as if searching for something. I didn’t need x-ray vision to know that Steve was positioning his rock hard throbbing cock so that it pointed up towards his head, and thus pinning the sensitive underside of his monster member against that soft warm towel and the hard carpeted floor. My suspicions were confirmed seconds later as Steve started to move his hips up and down, while thrusting his pelvis forward.

“That’s right, hump the floor, Steve!” I encouraged him. “Hump the floor! Hump your brains out, boy!”

“JESUS CHRIST! I’M CUMMING!!!!!!!” Steve bellowed at the top of his lungs. For a few moments all Steve could do was to pump his hips up and down as he tried to catch his breath. His flushed face was sure sign that more than pleasure was building up inside him. Steve gulped once or twice before the words started to pour out of his mouth. “FFFUCK MMME!!!!! SQUEEZE ME!!!!! YES! OH GOD, YES!!! HUMP MY BRAINS OUT!!! CHRIST, YES!!! OH GOD! MY COCK!!!!!”

All my attention was on Steve, as I felt my gaze locked upon him. A part of me could not believe that such a handsome and powerful policeman was lying on my living room carpet jerking off, grunting and moaning like an animal. It was as if I was seeing this sort of display for the first time. It was new, exciting and erotic. Another part of me knew why I found this scenario so enjoyable. It was because I had taken control of this man and commanded him to jerk off for me. Power is an aphrodisiac. Trust me.

A second later, Steve let out a loud wordless yell as he ejaculated. (If there is a more romantic, dignified or sexy way to say that, I don’t know what it is.) His entire body became stiff as he released his load into that warm fuzzy towel. His body jerked a few times as he pushed the last few hot drops out of his cock. Steve’s body became stiff as a plank of wood for about thirty seconds, as the rapture of pleasure engulfed his mind blotting out everything from his consciousness awareness. As his muscles relaxed, Steve’s body slowly crumpled down on to the carpet. As he caught his breath, Steve’s entire body became limp, and he lay there in front of me. I moved over to Steve’s right side and look down upon his smiling face, which had its left side to the carpet. He looked satisfied to say the least. I suppose a more accurate word would have been blissful.

“I fucked my brains out, master,” he muttered softly. “I’m a good cop slave. I fucked my brains out for you. I’m your boy, now. I’m your boy toy.” The dreamy expression on his face was childlike in its honesty. A few beads of sweat rolled down his cheek. Steve totally ignored them.

“Yes, Steve, you’ve done very well,” I assured him. “I’m very happy with you. Now be a good boy, lie there and rest for a while until I call for you.”

“Yes, master,” he acknowledged with a deep sigh. “Whatever you say, master.”

I moved next to Steve and gazed at his body as it lay there. I licked my lips as I thought about how his uniform shirt and uniform pants would feel against my fingers. I imagined reaching out and caressing him as he lay there. I pictured rolling Steve over on his back, after giving his ass a good going over, and then helping him to put his deflated flagpole back in his uniform pants.

“Forgot all about me, eh?” called out a familiar voice.

I jumped at the sound and spun my head around to look at Andy. I could feel the heat rising up my face as I blushed with embarrassment. I had totally forgotten about Andy. I looked up into Andy’s beautiful brown eyes, and found no words to say. All I could do was continue to blush.

Andy chuckled at my evident discomfort, but he didn’t say anything.

“Uh?well, yeah. I guess I kind of did forget all about you for a second there,” I admitted to him. I blushed again as Andy nodded his head and looked at me thoughtfully.

“Well, I guess I can’t really blame you for that, Texas,” he said. He flashed me a quick smile and cast a brief glance over Steve prone form on the floor. “He is one handsome hunk of a cop, and he does put on quite a show.”

“He’s butt ugly, compared to you, dear heart,” I replied, as I smiled back at Andy.

“Considering how much you like butts, that’s not much of a comparison,” Andy teased.

“Very funny, constable,” I retorted. “You know what I mean.”

“Of course I do, but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease you,” Andy admitted. “So what do we do with sleeping beauty now? I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave him lying on the floor all night. He might wrinkle his uniform.”

“You have a point,” I replied with a smirk. “I can think of a few things we might do with Steve.”

“Those ideas wouldn’t involve whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and nudity, would they?” Andy asked as he raised his right eyebrow, and looked at me with a quizzical expression.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no they don’t, Andy,” I answered as I gently shook my head at him in silent laughter. “As to what my ideas were, that will have to wait for another time. I think we should find out what it was that brought Steve over here this afternoon.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Andy sighed letting his disappointment show. “Let’s get to it then.”

“Steve, please clean yourself up, put the towel in the dirty cloths hamper in my bedroom, return here, sit down on the sofa and wait for further instructions,” I ordered, as I looked at Steve and marveled at his limp form.

“Yes master,” Steve replied as he opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. Steve moved his hands down to his midsection and began moving the towel about as he started the cleanup operation.

“Come with me, Texas,” Andy said to me, as I continued watching Steve. I pulled my gaze away from Steve, and turned towards Andy. Moments later I followed him as he lead us towards the sofa.

“You sit here, Texas,” Andy directed me as he pointed to the middle of the sofa. (Now who am I to argue with a good looking guy like Andy? I did as he said.) Andy sat down to my right and snuggled up to me, a gentle smile on his face. Wordlessly he encircled me in those tree trunk arms of his and gave me a gentle, firm hug. I let myself melt into his arms, as I closed my eyes. (Sometimes, dear reader, words are unnecessary. This was one of those times.) I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with the scent, the smell, of Andy. I don’t’ know how to describe Andy’s smell. I only know that I enjoyed it. I snaked my arms about Andy’s magnificent torso and hugged him back. I felt so safe and protected in Andy’s embrace. I didn’t want it to end. When Andy and hugged like that, I never wanted it to end. The sudden sensation of weight on the sofa announced the return of Steve.

“Time to get back to work, Dear Heart,” I whispered in Andy’s ear as I gave him a firm squeeze and started to uncurl my arms from about Andy’s torso.

“Yeah,’ Andy sexily breathed into my ear, as he returned my squeeze and released me from his embrace.

I sat back on the sofa and blinked my eyes open. When I was sure I had returned to earth from the heaven that was Andy’s embrace (talk about a shock to the system), I turn to my left to address Steve. Steve sat there slumped down on the sofa, inches away from me. His hat was slightly ajar on his head since he was sitting back into the sofa. Steve’s legs were slightly spread apart, providing a nice view of Steve’s crotch and the front of those dark blue uniform pants. The view was slightly obscured by Steven’s hands which hung limply in his lap. Steve was one relaxed police man. A happy policeman to judge from the smirk on his lips. “Feeling much better aren’t you Steve?” I prompted him.

“Oh yes, master. I feel so relaxed and calm and at peace. Thank you so much for taking me here, master,” Steve muttered softly.

“Would you like some tea, when I wake you up, and we talk?” I asked him.

“Yes, that would be nice master. Shall I go and make it?” Steve inquired as he shifted about the sofa.

“Andy, would you mind making the tea, so Steve can stay in his happy place for a few minutes longer?” I asked Andy as I turned around to look at him.

“Only if I get to give Steve a big hug and quick kiss, first,” Andy said as he winked at me.

I rolled my eyes at Andy. I knew he just wanted to touch Steve’s body one last time. I couldn’t really object, though. “How about it, Steve? Is that okay with you?” I said as I turned back to look at Steve.

“Sure. Whatever you want, master,” Steve replied, offhandedly. It was clear that he preferred to leave such decisions up to me.

“Go ahead, Andy,” I said. “Steve stand up for a few seconds so Andy can hug you.”

“Yes, master,” Steve replied softly as he climbed to his feet. He stood there swaying slightly, at peace with the world. Andy walked up to Steve, and embraced him in secure bear hug as he planted a soft kiss on Steve’s left cheek. Andy released Steve, and grinned as Steve collapsed back onto the sofa. Andy turned to me, winked, and then headed off to the kitchen.

I turned my attention back to Steve, which was rather easy since he had managed to keel over on to his right side, so that his body was leaning against my left side. I was sorely tempted to reach out and hold Steve in my arms. I knew how heavenly such an embrace would feel. Ah, temptation, but only for a second or two. There was a wonderful man in the kitchen to whom my heart and soul belonged. Weighed against that, the temptation of Steve’s body wasn’t much temptation at all. Even so, it was nice to sit there and look at Steve as he lay leaning up against me. He looked so peaceful and happy. I almost envied him. Actually I did envy him. Part of me wanted to be where he was right now, in that wonderful state of hypnosis where there are no cares, worries, troubles, concerns or problems. If I had one regret about my hypnotic powers, it was that they could not be used to take me where Steve was now.

“Did you miss me?” Andy asked

I turned my head and looked up at Andy as he stood there in front of me carrying a tray with three steaming mugs of tea, a sugar bowl, a creamer and several slices of lemon. Andy set the tray down the coffee table in front of me. Andy glanced over at Steve. “Don’t you think you should wake him up now?” Andy asked looking at me with a slight smirk on his face.

I nodded my head at Andy as he sat down in the chair next to the sofa. I was slightly disappointed. I was hoping that Andy was going to sit down beside me. I would have enjoyed sitting sandwiched between two such hunks on the sofa. Ah well, you can’t always get what you want. “At the count of five you will wake up and be your normal self in every way, Steve,” I said as I turned my attention back to Steve. “You will find that you are now calm and collected enough to talk with me and Andy about whatever it is that brought you over to my apartment tonight. Whatever it is that was causing you to feel so upset and flustered, will no longer make you feel that way. You will be in control of your feelings and be able to handle them easily and effectively. You will find it much easier to talk with Andy or myself about whatever it is troubling you and brought you here to see me tonight. Whenever you heard me say your trigger phrase, ‘write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop’, you will return to this wonderful deep state of hypnosis where you are obedient, subservient and happy.” I paused for a few seconds to let the instructions percolate into Steve’s mind. “Do you clearly understand these instructions, Steve” I ask him.

“Yes, of course, master. I understand,” Steve replied softly.

“When you wake up, feel free to thank me for hypnotizing you, Steve,” I said with a smile. I couldn’t resist giving Steve a post hypnotic suggestion to say ‘thank you’ to me.

“Yes, master,” Steve replied in that same soft voice.

“Waking up now, “ I warned him as I prepared to start the count. “Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Eyes open! Wide awake! Wide awake!” I called out him. I nudged him with my shoulder to jog him awake.

Slowly Steve straightened his body, so that he was sitting up straight and not leaning on me anymore. He lifted his head up and blinked his eyes to banish the sleep from them. Slowly he raised up his arms and stretched them up and over his head as he let out a huge yawn. “Boy, did that feel good,” he said to no one as his mind cleared and he took in the details of his surroundings. Steve turned his head to look at me. “Thanks a bunch, Paul,” he said. He flashed a smile at me. I smiled back at him. He lifted his eyebrows at me, and his smile got bigger. I smiled back, unsure as to what Steve was trying to tell me. Suddenly he lunged over at me and pushed me down on the sofa. Before I realized it, Steve was on top of my body, pressing me down firmly on the sofa, with the weight of his not inconsiderable 220 pounds of muscle bone and sinew. He was careful not to knock the breath out of me, though. He face was right in front of mine. I felt my head held in the firm vice like grip of his powerful hands. I gulped in surprise at Steve’s actions. I had no idea what to expect next. This was so unlike him. Steve smiled that sexy smile of his and then planted a firm warm tender loving kiss on my unresisting lips. Barely had that first kiss registered on my consciousness, when Steve began to cover my face with kisses. He started on my lips and slowly moved out and round my mouth, chin and nose. I couldn’t stop him. I was pinned down, helpless, being forced to endure what seemed to be an endless stream of warm tender kisses from Steve over every square inch of my face. I was both enthralled and scared. Quickly though the pleasure of Steve’s steam of sweet kisses banished any fears I had.

As I looked about and around Steve’s face I finally caught a glimpse of Andy’s face. Andy was smirking down at me. I felt a wave of relief flooded through me. I had been worried that Andy would have been jealous or upset at the action Steve was taking. “Okay, I think that’s enough, Steve,” I said as I placed my arms up against Steve’s chest and shoved gently.

Steve ignored my words and continued his flood of kissing.

“Come on Steve, cut it I out,” I implored. “Enough is enough.” Steve continued to ignore me.

I shoved harder. No reaction from Steve. I pushed with all my strength to no avail. It was like trying to push a mountain off from on top of you.

“You’ve thanked me enough don’t you think, Steve?”

“Not just yet,” Steve replied as he paused briefly to catch his breath, and to wink at me. He resumed his kissing frenzy a half a second later.

“A little help here, please,” I called out to Andy

“Why?” Andy replied with a chuckle. “You don’t seem to be in trouble to me. In fact, it looks to me as if you are enjoying yourself.”

“Well yes, but that’s beside the point,” I said. My words didn’t carry much conviction. Can you blame me? Steve’s kisses were wonderful and I did enjoy the weight of his hunky body pressed against mine. It reminded me of Andy’s body. I had often fantasized of having a hunky uniformed cop throw himself at me, but I wanted that cop to be Andy.

‘Hey, you got yourself into this mess, get yourself out,” Andy replied with a deadpan expression. “Besides, I would never dream of interfering with a brother officer’s actions involving a member of the public. For all I know he might be checking you for concealed weapons, and suspicious bulges.”

I marvelled at how Andy could say something like that with a straight face. The twinkle in his eyes betrayed the humour he was feeling at my predicament. “Well if I didn’t have any suspicious bulges before Steve started this kissing marathon, I certainly have them now,” I declared as I felt a flush craw across my face.

“Okay. I’d say that’s enough, now,” Steve announced with a grin, as he stopped kissing me and slowly climbed off of me. In the process of extricating himself from on top of me, Steve managed to give my denim enshrouded semi erect penis a couple of good rubbings, the sneaky bastard. It took Steve only a minute or so to resume his position sitting on the sofa next to me. It took me a bit longer to collect myself and find my position back on the sofa next to Steve. Andy, in the meantime had returned to his seat carrying one of the mugs of tea with him.

Reminded of the tea, I reached over and snagged one of the two remaining mugs of tea. I added sugar, milk and slice of lemon. The tea was still a bit too hot to drink so I held it in my hands and breathed in the wonderful aroma of mint. “Whenever you’re ready, Steve,” I addressed him as I focused my attention on Steve. I was still curious as to what had brought him over to my apartment, this afternoon.

Steve reached over and grabbed the remaining mug of tea. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he added sugar and cream to the tea and slowly stirred all the ingredients together. I waited patiently as Steve took a careful sip of tea. It seemed to me that he was collecting his thoughts as he got ready to tell me why it was he decided to come over to my apartment this afternoon. I have to admit I enjoyed gazing at Steve sitting there in a beautiful well fitting police officer uniform while looking so calm, relaxed and yes, sexy as hell. I do so enjoy the site of a man in uniform. Be it a police officer, a fireman, or even a bus driver, the uniform is erotic and sexy and just really turns me on.

“Okay. Here’s the story,” said Steve, with some clear hesitation in his voice. “Jack and I haven’t been together in weeks, well months really. He’s pulling away from me or pushing me away or something. I thought maybe you could help. I thought maybe you might have some ideas or might be able to suggest something. That’s really why I came over here.”

I looked thoughtfully at Steve as I tried to assimilate the information he provided me. He wasn’t exactly telling me a lot. Steve was skimping on the details, which made it more difficult for me to understand the problem Steve was having with Jack. At first I couldn’t understand why Steve would come to me with something like this since I’m not a marriage counsellor. Then my common sense kicked in as I realized that Steve could not go to a marriage counsellor with his problem with Jack since Steven and Jack were gay. Gay, and both of them still in the closet. So I guessed I was the next best thing to a marriage counselor, which wasn’t saying much. I didn’t exactly have a lot of training in the field, you know.

“Okay,” I said dubiously. “It sounds like a simple communications problem to me, Steve. Obviously it’s more than that otherwise you wouldn’t have come looking to me for help.”

“Yeah. It’s a bit more than that,” Steve said reluctantly. “The fact of the matter is, Jack will not even touch me anymore. I don’t understand why. I tried talking to him about it. I’ve tried being patient. I’ve tried being angry. I’ve tried being understanding. I’ve even tried screaming my lungs out at him, but nothing seems to work. Jack just will not talk to me and quite frankly I’m at the end of my rope.”

“So what it is exactly that you wanted to do for you Steve?” I asked him.

“Come over to our apartment tonight and try talking with Jack,” Steve said, as he turned and looked at me straight in the eye. “Maybe you can reach him. Maybe you can find out what the heck is going on in his head and maybe we can figure this out. I can’t stand things away they are now, and I’ve got nothing to lose. I don’t want to lose Jack but it feels like I’ve lost him already. Please will you come over tonight?”

I studied Steve’s face for a few moments as I thought about his request. Steve’s handsome face was painted with an expression that seem to be a combination of pleading, begging, imploring and desperation. It reminded me of the look on a lonely lost little puppy’s face as the puppy sits in a cage at the dog pound, waiting to be rescued. The look that cries out to you, save me, take me home, take me somewhere warm and safe, and love me. If Steve was trying to appeal to my compassionate and better nature, to the soft side of my heart, he was succeeding admirably. It wasn’t as simple as that, though. It never is. I sighed softly to myself as I came to a decision. I only hoped I wasn’t going to regret this.

“Okay, I’ll try and see what I can do,” I answered. “If it’s OK with you Andy, how about we go over tonight. Steve, would you mind if Andy came with us?”

“No I don’t mind,” Steve answered. “Though I am curious, why do you want to Andy to come along?”

“For moral support and because I have no secrets from Andy,” I answered as I turned and looked Andy. “Would do you mind coming with me, dear heart?”

Andy set his cup of tea down on the coffee table and slowly stood up, as he looked over at me. He walked up next to me and silently placed his left-hand my right shoulder. He gently pressed his hand down on my shoulder as he spoke. “I would be honoured, Texas. Anything that I can do to help, I’ll do.”

I reached up with my left-hand and gently patted Andy’s hand as it lay on my shoulder. “Thank you,” I muttered softly to him. (God damn I didn’t deserve a man like Andy, but the same time I thanked God for having a man like Andy come into my life.) “I think we should leave once we finished our tea.” Andy nodded his head in silent agreement. I looked over at Steve. He nodded his head as well and then took another sip of tea.

I enjoyed the quiet as we slowly drank our mugs of tea. I needed the time to think of how I was going to stick my nose in where it didn’t belong. Whatever was going on between Jack and Steve wasn’t my business, and if I was smart I would have declined Steve’s request for help, and had him talk to a professional counsellor of some type. It didn’t matter that Steve had asked for my help, because whatever the problem was remained between Jack and Steve. I wasn’t involved. I couldn’t help but think that this was going to cause more trouble for everyone concerned. Yet, Steve was a good friend, and I could not turn my back on him, when he asked me for help.

“Okay, lets’ go then,” Steve declared as he placed his empty mug on the coffee table. Steve reached over and snatched his uniform hat from the top of the back of the sofa and placed the hat firmly on his head. In a smooth fluid motion he stood up and walked a few feet away from the sofa heading to the mirror in the dining room. I enjoyed the sight of Steve’s uniform butt as he walked away from me. God those uniform pants were snug on his behind, and with that big wallet of his in the right back pocket the pants were nearly skin tight across his buttocks. (Yes, there IS a God!) Aside from a slight increase in my breathing, there wasn’t much of a physical reaction to my drinking in the sight of Steve as he checked his uniform in the mirror and adjusted it. That is unless you looked at the front of my jeans which were feeling a bit snug right about now. I quickly stood up and walked up to where Steve was standing. He saw my reflection in the mirror and smiled at me.

“Write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop,” I barked out at him, as I gave in to the idea that had popped into my mind.

“What did you ?..” Steve started to reply, as he heard the trigger phrase and returned to his state of super hypnosis. Steve’s eye fluttered closed, his head dropped to his chest and his arms fell limply to his side as the trance overtook him. He slumped slightly as his body became more relaxed. Looking in the mirror I saw the hint of a smile on his face as he swayed ever so slightly, and continued on his way down to his special place.

“Why did you do that?” Andy asked as he walked up to me. “I’m not objecting, mind you.” Andy looked at me with a half smile on his face.

“I want to spend a few minutes groping Steve’s uniformed body before we head over to his and Jack’s apartment,” I answered shamelessly. “Look at that body, Andy, and tell me you wouldn’t want to grope Steve if you were given the chance.” I challenged Andy as I look at him with a glint in my eye.

“Point made, but what about Steve? Do you think he’d appreciate you doing this to him without his consent?” Andy retorted.

“He’ll experience pleasure, rest assured, but I suppose you have a valid point,” I agreed somewhat reluctantly “Okay, How about this then? It’s my turn to fondle his ass.”

“Objection withdrawn,” Andy replied, with a soft chuckle. Andy stood back a few paces, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and grinned at me.

“Stand up straight Steve and open your eyes,” I commanded him as I turned my attention back to Steve.

“Yes, Master, and thank you for taking me back here, Master,” Steve replied as he raised his head and stood straight and tall. I looked over at Andy and shot an ‘I-told-you-so’ glance at him. Andy beamed back at me and flashed that sexy smile of his at me. (Damn, the man sure knew how to press my buttons!)

“Steve, except for breathing and talking, you are now unable to move a muscle unless I tell you that you can move,” I instructed him. “You are now powerless to stop me from doing anything I want to you. I can run my hands over your body, your face, and even remove your clothes if I want to and you can’t stop me. The most amazing thing is though, that this feeling of helplessness and being totally under the control of another man is causing wave after wave of sexual pleasure and joy to flow through your mind now. Soon, and very soon indeed, you’ll be unable to stop yourself from smiling and moaning out loud with the joy and pleasure that you feel.” (Yes, I know I’m bad. But sometimes it feels so good, to be bad.)

“Yes, Master?” Steve replied dreamily as a smile popped onto his face. “I can’t move, but I still feel safe and secure, because I trust you Master. I know you will always treat me with kindness.”

Steve’s faith in me was touching. I reached out and placed my hands on the back of Steve shirt, just on top of his shoulder blades. I pressed down slightly and began to move my hand about his back in slow smooth circles. “Feels good, doesn’t Steve?” I inquired.

“Yes. Master, it does. Your touch is nice and warm. Makes me feel kind of sexy, and it turns me on, Master.”

‘You ain’t seen nothing yet, boy,’ I thought to myself. I indulged my passion for buttocks. I directed the swirling motions of my hands down towards Steve’s uniform gun belt, but I didn’t stop there. I let my hands begin the long desired exploration of Steve’s buttocks. “The more I caressed your ass, and squeeze your buttocks, Steve, the deeper you go and the more turned on you feel,” I said to him as I grabbed a double handful of those beautiful buttocks of his.

“Yesssss??” Steve hissed as his breath whistled through his teeth. “Yesss??massssster??yes” Thank goodness Steve was standing in front of that mirror or I would have missed seeing the smile on Steve’s face became bigger as his breathing noticeably quickened.

“Feels so good to go deeper with each passing moment, doesn’t it? All you want me to do is to grope your magnificent body, while you stand there like a mannequin and enjoy the pleasure. It feels so good to feel yourself being controlled, doesn’t it? Those moans will soon force their way from between your lips, and when they do, you will begin to get an erection, Steve.” I wanted to Steve to feel as much pleasure as I was feeling, and I delighted in the idea to seeing the front of his uniform pants becoming tented.

“Yesss?.” Steve hissed softly. A few seconds later a soft moan escaped from between his lips. A second and then a third moan soon followed. Each moan was slightly louder than the previous one. I smiled with satisfaction. How I do enjoy hearing a subject surrender to me. It never fails to please me.

I grabbed a double handful of those big beautiful buttocks of Steve’s and squeezed firmly. Steve responded with a few moans. I let my hands roam about Steve butt, as I savored the feeling of those warm polyester and wool uniform pants. The huge bulge of Steve’s wallet in the back right hip pocket of his pants helped to emphasize how those uniform pants followed every curve of Steve’s ass. Delicately I probed in between Steve’s butt crack with my right index finger. I pushed in as far as the material would let me and then moved my finger up and down Steve’s butt crack.

“Yes, oh yes, master,” Steve grunted in between the soft moans that flowed from his mouth. “Finger me. Finger my ass. Oh yes, master.”

A soft shudder rippled down Steve’s body. Moments later Steve started to moan again. I could not get much penetration of my finger in between Steve’s buttocks, because the pants material was stretched tightly across his buttocks. Still, I did manage to make a little progress. Steve’s continual grunts, groans and moans testified to my success, limited as it was. More or less finished with his ass (at least for now anyway), I reached down and began to run my hands along the inside of Steve’s thighs. First his right thigh and up over his crotch and down the inside of his left thigh. Then I moved my hands back up the inside of his left thigh over his crotch and down the inside of his right thigh. Wordlessly I continued with my ministrations to insides of Steve’s thighs. The increased moans and loud sighs of delight confirmed that Steve was being heavily stimulated. (What can I say? I like to be thorough.) After a few minutes more of thigh rubbing, I decided to turn my attention to the front of Steve’s body.

Slowly I walked around Steve’s immobile body and let my eyes wander down to the front of his uniform pants. I smiled as it was abundantly clear that Steve had a very bad case of tented trousers. His fully erect penis was pushing against the confines of his uniform pants in a most determined matter. My hands itched with desire. My hands wanted to zip open his fly, take out that monster of Steve’s and caress it until he came once again. Who cared if Steve came all over my clothes? I could always change before we left.

A soft tap on my shoulder brought me to my senses. Well, that and Andy’s voice saying “You can look but not touch.”

“Damn, you’re right,” I declared reluctantly. “I suppose I’d better wake him up and let him take care of matters before we leave.”

“Yes, that would be a good idea,” Andy agreed. He paused for a second and shot me another of his sexy smiles. “Although I can see why you were tempted. Here’s a consolation prize.” With those words Andy stepped up behind me, spun me about, wrapping his arms about me. He planted a warm, soft, loving, tender kiss on my lips and held his lips pressed firmly against mine. My head swam, as it always does when Andy kisses me.

“Thanks, dear heart,” I mutter to him when he finally broke the kiss. I stared into Andy’s soft brown doe like eyes. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, Andy’s soul was the most beautiful that I’d ever seen. We broke our embrace, and I turned about to focus my attention back to Steve. I gulped in shock at what I saw.

Steve’s face was a mask of sadness. A quick glance down at the front of Steve’s pants confirmed that his penis was no longer erect. I blinked in confusion as I tried to figure out what had happened.

“At the count of five you will be awake and your normal self in every respect, Steve,” I instructed him. I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew the quickest way to find out was to return Steve to normal. “Zero, one, two, three, four, five. Wide awake! Wide awake!’

Steve blinked his eyes a few times and lurched towards me as he returned to his senses. “I’m?.I’m sorry,” he said as he tried to get hold of himself. “It’s just that seeing you and Andy like that just now?it just?” The words were chocked off by a sudden sob.

I blushed with shame as I realized how thoughtless and cruel Andy and I had been. We had been openly showing our affection towards one another, while Steve was forced to watch. Sticking a knife in Steve’s belly would have been kinder and undoubtedly less painful for him.

I turned and looked at Andy. He looked back at me, his face as red as a ripe tomato. I waved Andy over towards me. I walked up to Steve and started to hug him. I signalled Andy to do the same.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” I muttered to him as the three of us embraced in a group hug. “I didn’t think. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. It was stupid and thoughtless. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

“It was my action, Paul, not yours. I’m the one to blame,” Andy muttered to both Steve and I. “If anyone needs to ask forgiveness, it is I.”

“It’s okay,” Steve replied when his sobs had finally subsided. “I shouldn’t have over reacted like I did. I guess this situation with Jack has me more messed up than I thought.”

“Well, wipe your eyes, big boy,” I said gently to Steven. “We’ll head over to your place and see what I can do to help with the situation between you and Jack.”

“Okay, sir,” Steve said with a half grin. He broke up our group hug and walked over to snag a few Kleenex from the box on the end table by the sofa. Andy and I walked over to the closet and put on our jackets while Steve dried his eyes and blew his nose. We waited patiently when Steve went to the bathroom to give his face a quick wash.

I was the last to leave my apartment as we headed for the bank of elevators. I locked the door and turned to follow Andy and Steve as they walked to the elevators. I enjoyed the rear view of their nice behinds as they walked. I could not dispel the feeling of uneasiness that seemed to hover over me like a black cloud. Suddenly I had a very bad feeling about all of this.