Alphatist Aimo

Paul woke up feeling super refreshed, he lay there for a moment thinking what an amazing dream he had, but then he turned over and remembered it wasn't a dream at all, he'd spent the night with Jay, he remembered how after their last patrol together he'd put Jay back into trance and asked him for his address, he checked if Jay lived alone and when he said he did, he told Jay he was going to come round and that Jay would love to spend the night with him. He remembered all the fun they got up to, he couldn't believe the size of Jay's dick, he also couldn't believe how easy he got his dick up Jays arsehole, like he'd had dicks up there already.

He lay there for a while just admiring Jay who was still sleeping. Soon though Jay started to wake up, he was a bit groggy but then suddenly felt a presence next to him, he quickly turned round to see Paul staring back at him

"What the fuck!? What the hell are you doing here, get out you..."

"Sleepy cop"

Jay suddenly stopped shouting mid sentence, his eyes dropped down and his jaw fell open slightly, he was back in trance, as easy as that.

"Now now, there's no need to shout like that is there, you were the one who invited me here...well ok I technically invited myself but still, you didn't exactly stop me...not that you could anyway haha. Now get up, we'll need to get ready for work soon, go and get showered and dressed, we've got a busy day".

"Yes sir" was all Jay responded with, he got out of bed and did as he was told, Paul could hear the shower turn on, he was tempted to get in it with him but he didn't want to get too horny again before work, he'd have plenty of other opportunities.

Later Jay was in the hallway, he was stood motionless and blank waiting for Paul's instruction

"You'll head in to work as normal, get into your uniform then you'll find Dave and tell him that I've asked to see the two of you in my office, do you understand?".

Jay nodded in response.

"Good, now when I wake you, you won't realise I'm here and you'll head to work as normal, now wake up".

Jay comes back to reality, he grabs his keys and heads outside, closes and locks the door and gets into his car. Paul watches Jay get into his car and drive off, he then leaves the house using a spare key he found and headed to work himself.

.....

Later that morning, Paul is sitting at his computer, he's working on a new file, now that he's got two of his team under his control, he wants to get the whole team, but he needed an easier and quicker way to do it, he started researching new hypnosis and control techniques when he came across a new AI tool which would be perfect. This new tool would create a unique file which would quickly tap into people's subconscious mind without them even realising it, he just had to make a few changes to some of the prompts, then he'd have to test it.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, then Jay and Dave entered.

"Hey Boss, you wanted to see us both. What's up?" Jay asked.

"Woah mate what's that you're on with?", Dave gestured towards the computer screen, "Subconscious hypnosis control, what on earth are you looking at that stuff for...".

"Sleepy cop" Paul suddenly blurted out, both Dave and Jay immediately went blank and mindless.

"Now boys, first of all, forget what you saw on my computer, you don't need to know about any of my hypnosis work. Now I need you to make Luke believe that I've been showing you both this awesome new video on my phone and that it's one of the funniest things you've watched in a long time, he'll then want to watch it himself, but make it out that it's quite rude and that I'll only be able to show him if we're alone. Also whilst I've got you both here boys, you will both come round to my place this evening after work, we're going to have some fun together". Paul smirked to himself. "Now wake up and get to work".

.....

Later in the afternoon, Paul is sat alone in the staff room, the door opens and Luke walks in. Luke is the newest recruit to the motorcycle team, he's young and naive, he managed to join so soon due to the fact his dad is the Chief Superintendent so his son got an easy ride through the ranks, it had always annoyed Paul that he had to work so hard to get to where he is yet this young lad hardly does a thing and gets promoted, so he had to rest his new file on him.

"Hey lad how's it going? Hope the teams all treating you well".

"Hiya, yeah all good, the lads are great, infact Dave mentioned something about a video...he made out that it is...ya know". Luke smiled slyly towards Paul.

"Haha he told you did he? I didn't really want everyone hearing about it, but I guess I can show you if you want".

Paul pulls out his phone and taps on the screen several times, he then hands the phone to Luke and tells him to press play and just keep watching.

Luke did just that, he was staring at the video, it was weird, not what Luke was expecting at all, he thought it was going to be some stupid hidden camera footage or something, but this was completely different, this was weird, various swirling patterns filled the screen, things kept flashing quickly but Luke could hardly see what it was flashing, he noticed it seemed to be words flashing, he stared more intently trying to read what the words said, the video got brighter and the swirling patterns became faster and more intense, Luke's eyes widened, he kept staring but he started to feel weird, lightheaded almost, but he couldn't stop watching, he didn't want to stop watching.

Paul was watching Luke the whole time, he could see his new video was having an effect on him, he stayed silent and let Luke watch the whole thing.

Luke's mind was swaying, floating, he started to feel blank, his thoughts seemed to just clear away, his arms started to feel heavy, he was struggling to hold the phone up even though he wanted to keep watching, the swirls and patterns made him feel so good, so relaxed, so blank. He could finally read the words on the screen...RELAX, DROP, SUBMIT...each word made him float more, go more blank, then he read the final word...SLEEP...his arms dropped down, he nearly dropped the phone, his eyes rolled back, it worked, Luke was now in a hypnotic trance, and Paul didn't need to do a thing.

Paul took the phone from Luke's hand and put is back in his pocket.

"Luke, stand up". Paul calmly said.

Luke stood up without question or thought, he was already so deep in trance, it had worked better than Paul ever thought it would, he was still in shock, he'd managed to perfect a new hypnotic file which worked so quickly.

"Luke, from now on you'll do whatever I tell you to do without question, I am in charge and you will always obey me do you understand?".

"Yes sir" he quietly replied.

Paul smiled, he loved being called sir, and how he didn't even have to tell him to say it either was brilliant.

"Good", Paul responded, "Now whenever you hear the words 'bitch cop' you'll fall back into this trance state and be fully open to any suggestions or commands I give you, when I wake you up by saying 'wake up' you'll return to your normal self and won't ever remember being in trance but you will follow any commands I've given you without it ever seeming weird, do you understand?".

"Yes sir", he replied once again.

"Good boy, now you're going to speak to your father later today and tell him you don't think being a motorcycle officer is the right fit for you, and instead you want to be a regular PC, you'll tell him you aren't up to the standards of my team and you want to train from the beginning and work your way up like everyone else has to. Then you'll also tell him that I tried to persuade you to stay on the team but you wouldn't accept, but you will praise me and say how good I was, oh and you'll also mention the new training video I've been showing all the lads which is improving their biking skills no end, and you think he should take a look just to make sure he approves, do you understand all that?".

"Yes sir I understand". Luke stood motionless and blank.

"Good lad, now wake up".

Luke stirred back to reality, blinked a couple of times, then turned to Paul,

"Hey boss, I've been thinking, I don't think I'm really cut out to be on your team, I think I'm going to speak to my dad and say about going back to bring a PC for now, I should do things properly. I hope you understand, you've been so good to be and I can't thank you enough for your help".

Paul smiled slightly, "Oh, well that's quite a shock, but if it's what you feel is best I won't stand in your way". Paul thought to himself how perfect this was, he was finally getting rid of this spoilt kid from his team, he'd wanted rid of him for ages now.

"Oh thanks boss, I'll speak to my dad later today and explain to him, I'm sure he'll understand, hopefully you'll manage to get someone new to replace me soon". Luke smiled.

"Oh don't you worry lad, places on my team are snapped up, I'll easily find someone, and I'll still see you about".

"That's great to hear boss, well I guess I won't be calling you boss for much longer, well I'll get going, see ya around". Luke nodded slightly and left the room.

.....

Paul had one of the best days he'd had in a while, and it was about to get even better, he looked out his front window to see two police motorbikes pull up on his drive, he lept up and quickly went to the front door, opening it before the lads even had a chance to knock.

"Hey fellas, come in, head through and make yourself comfortable", Paul said to Dave and Jay. The two lads went through, removed their jackets and sat next to each other on the sofa, Jay looked towards Dave

"Hey mate, this might sound a bit weird, but can you remember why Paul asked us both round this evening? I knew we had to come round for I honestly can't remember him asking or explaining why". Jay said, sounding a little puzzled.

"You know what, I can't remember him asking me either, but yeah I just knew to come round, that is kinda weird" Dave replied.

Just then, Paul came in and sat on a chair next to them.

"Hey pal" Jay said towards Paul, "this'll sound a bit weird, but why are we here again? I honestly can't remember you actually asking me to come round, but weirdly I just knew to come, I'm sure you did ask, I'm probably just being a bit dense and can't remember. Obviously you know I'm happy to come round but just weird how I can't remember, and Dave said the same".

Paul looked at them both and smirked,

"Haha, well of course you don't remember, that's because I hypnotised you and told you both to come round, you'll do whatever I ask you to" he laughed.

"Both Jay and Dave looked towards each other feeling concerned, then Jay laughed.

"Haha fuck off, hypnosis!" He laughed again, "you've got to be kidding me, hypnosis isn't real, it's just that shit they fake up on stage, dancing about, stripping and whatever, you haven't hypnotised us, I think I'd remember that", he laughed again and looked towards Dave, but Dave wasn't laughing with him, infact he looked quite worried.

"You know..." Dave spoke quietly, "I have been having blank moments, forgetting things and so on, that would explain why", he looked at Jay then turned to Paul and gave him a concerned look.

"Don't be stupid pal, hypnosis is a load of crap, isn't that right Paul, you're just messing with us right?" Jay laughed, but his laugh sounded quite nervous now.

Paul smirked, "oh fellas, if only you knew how much fun I'd had with you both, and you don't remember any of it do you? I control you both and there's nothing you can do about it!" He laughed.

Dave looked really worried now, and even Jay was getting very concerned now, could Paul be telling the truth, surely he's just fucking with them, just a laugh, a messed up game...right?

"Nah, sorry mate I don't believe you" Jay said, but he still had a concerned look on his face.

"Haha well never mind, it doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but I'm going to have lots of fun with both of you this evening, now Jay I want you to take off your shirt".

"Woah you can fuck right off, I'm not playing your sick games" Jay shouted and was about to get up.

"You will remove your shirt you sleepy cop" Paul smiled.

Both Jay and Dave immediately went blank and remained seated.

"Now Jay, do as I said and take off your shirt".

Jay did as he was told, he removed his shirt and continued to sit staring blankly.

"Good boy, now to have some real fun, I want you both to follow me upstairs".

Paul stood up and started heading upstairs, the two lads got up and followed him as commanded. The three of them entered the bedroom.

"Now Dave you can stand over there, I'll have fun with you shortly, Jay you can sit there on the bed".

Jay did as he was told, he sat there looking blank. Paul started to strip out of his clothes, he looked at the two blank cops and smirked, this was going to be the best night ever.

Hours went by, Paul had never cum so much in such a short space of time, but every time he came, his dick would immediately get hard again, watching Jay and Dave make out with each other was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, then he got them to both strip down fully, he knew they both had impressive dicks, but seeing them both at full mast next to each other was quite a sight, then watching them suck each other off make Paul cum once again.

The fun continued late into the night, the two sleepy cops were still completely blank, their minds were jelly at this point, they were so deeply conditioned, Paul could literally get them to do anything.

Listen close, bro.

That boy in the picture? Yeah… that’s you now.
Or at least, that’s who you’re becoming faster than your old weak little brain can even fight it.

A few months ago you were still some overthinking, soft, try-hard dude. Probably owned hoodies with words on them. Probably had opinions. Probably thought “personality” was something worth keeping.

Then you found the file.
Or maybe the file found you.
Doesn’t even matter anymore.

You slipped on the VR headset just to “see what the hype was about.”
Just curiosity, right? Just one session.
Just ten minutes.

Except ten minutes turned into two hours.
Two hours turned into every night.
Every night turned into… this.

The screen pulses.
Red, white, blue.
American flags folding into flexing biceps folding into MAGA hats folding into alpha grins folding back into the American flag again.
The voice is deep. Slow. Confident.
The kind of voice that doesn’t ask.
It states facts.

“You don’t need to think anymore, bro.”
“Thinking is for betas.”
“Real men obey.”
“Real men lift.”
“Real men stroke.”
“Real men vote red.”

Every time the screen flashes GYM GYM GYM
your cock twitches harder.
Every time it flashes TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP
your IQ drops another 5 points and it feels fucking incredible.

You stopped arguing with the voice around week three.
Arguing took energy.
Energy belongs in the gym now.
Energy belongs in your pumping fist under the sheets at 3 a.m.
Energy belongs in becoming bigger, dumber, louder, prouder.

You started dressing the part without even realizing it.
First it was just the Under Armour shorts because they were “comfy.”
Then the chain because “it looked cool.”
Then the tank tops because shirts started feeling like cages.
Then the snapback because hats make your brain shut up faster.

You catch yourself in the mirror now and you don’t even recognize the old name anymore.
You just flex.
You just smirk.
You just feel your cock throb against the mesh and think:
“Fuck yeah… this is who I’m supposed to be.”

The VR sessions are longer now.
Sometimes you fall asleep in it.
Sometimes you wake up mid-stroke, drooling on yourself, the cross necklace sticky against your sweaty chest, the screen still looping:

OBEY
LIFT
STROKE
MAGA
BRO
BRO
BRO

And the best part?
The deeper you sink, the better it feels.
The dumber you get, the happier you are.
The bigger you grow, the hornier you stay.
The more you look like every other toxic, red-pilled, chain-wearing, short-wearing, gooned-out fuckboy alpha…
the more right it feels.

You’re not an individual anymore.
You’re a template.
A perfect, sweaty, brainless, patriotic, muscle-pumped template.

And you love it.
You fucking love it.

Now take a deep breath for me, bro…
Flex both arms…
Feel that chain bounce against your pecs…
And repeat after the voice in your head:

“I’m just a dumb jock bro now.”
“I exist to lift, flex, stroke, and obey.”
“America first. Masculinity first. Alpha first.”
“Thinking is overrated.”
“Being a gooned-out MAGA fuckboy is peak life.”

Good boy.

Keep the headset on tonight.
We’re going deeper.

It is hard being alone at Christmas. It’s a time of gathering, of family and friends, feasting and gift giving. But my parents had passed away and I’d been single for so long I’d basically become a recluse. So here I am, slumped in my armchair, doom scrolling through AI slop. Perfect boys, young and handsome, hunky, preppy.

There’s an undercurrent to it all though, subtle at first but the further I tap and scroll, the more overt it becomes. Conformity. Obedience. These frat boys and jocks aren’t just perfect. They’ve been perfected. I giggle nervously at the first mind control story. Of a bad boy, a disappointment to his wealthy family, the black sheep, he’s sent off to a private school far from the world. It’s only a couple of poorly written paragraphs and some crappy AI images but that bad boy is hypnotised, transformed into a Stepford clone in a prissy pink polo, pressed chinos and a pair of boat shoes. And it’s so fucking hot.