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As Perfect as Them

Alpha Samuel and Alpha Anthony had been waiting for twenty minutes in the Director's office. The room smelled of polished oak and old leather-bound books. Samuel wore a navy blue tropical wool blazer, cream piping outlining the pockets, over pearl-gray flannel trousers with pressed creases. A fine white cotton crewneck sweater partially covered a pale yellow dress shirt whose collar peeked out slightly, and a yellow and navy striped tie was knotted in a half-Windsor at his throat. His black patent leather oxfords gleamed in the dim light.

Anthony, at his side, wore the same composition in complementary tones. Charcoal gray tropical wool blazer with subtle burgundy piping over navy blue flannel trousers. Light gray sweater molding a sage green dress shirt, with a green and burgundy striped tie. Brown aged loafers completed the relaxed yet imperial ensemble.

They had refused a reward as good alpha boys. A private double room, and permission to let their hair grow. Material privileges after seven years of exemplary transformation. The Director had been astonished.

"Why do you refuse?" he had asked.

Samuel had spoken first, his voice calm and measured. They had received letters from their families. Their respective brothers — two for Samuel, aged seventeen and eighteen, one year between them, and Anthony's fraternal twins, both eighteen — seemed lost. Skateboarding, video games, adolescent rebellion, parental disappointments. Samuel and Anthony, since arriving at eighteen, had learned order, discipline, fulfillment through submission. They asked that their brothers be admitted.

The Director had smiled. An agreement had been reached. The letters had been sent, carefully drafted. Samuel and Anthony had described a modern, tolerant academy with exceptional sports facilities, skate ramps. An absolute lie.

The brothers had taken the bait. They would arrive one week after.

On the day, Alpha Samuel and Alpha Anthony waited before the main gate, dressed in their ostentatious new outfits. Samuel wore a pink and white gingham shirt, blue and white striped bowtie, khaki trousers and brown loafers. Anthony wore the inverse version: blue and white gingham shirt, pink and white striped bowtie, same trousers and shoes. Their hair was perfectly styled in a side part, gleaming with pomade.

The dusty van arrived. Four boys in ripped jeans, untied sneakers, backwards caps got out. There was first a stunned silence. Samuel's brothers burst out laughing at this apparition — pink checkered shirt, impeccable bowtie, military-perfect haircut.

"Samuel, seriously?" spat the elder of the two, advancing with a mocking smile.

The other, the younger, imitated Samuel's rigid posture, standing on his heels, hands crossed behind his back. Anthony was greeted with the same sarcasm by his brothers, who looked at each other, exchanging knowing looks of fraternal understanding against this brother become a stranger.

Samuel and Anthony did not flinch. They kept their faces, those closed and polished faces that seven years had shaped.

"Good to see you," said Samuel, his voice without inflection. "We'll show you the academy. The gardens are remarkable."

The tour lasted an hour. The four brothers dragged their sneakers on the symmetrical paths, cast glances at the students they passed — immaculate, silent, determined — and looked at each other with growing unease. The place was clean, certainly, but oppressive. No skate ramp was visible. No teenager lingered with a phone. Just boys in pastel shirts walking straight, without speaking, without laughing.

Arrived in front of a red brick building, the brothers were led to a wooden room, clean, beds lined up and empty open wardrobes. Samuel and Anthony let them settle in, proposing they rest a little before the evening meal. The brothers collapsed on the cots, pulling out their phones, searching in vain for a signal bar. They introduced themselves to each other, two pairs who ignored their common destiny, uniting their complaints against this "rich snobs' academy." They looked through the window for a skate track, a half-pipe. Nothing but perfect lawns and hedges trimmed to a line.

The mockery flew, nervous now, less assured.

The door opened without a knock. The Director entered, tall, gray, imposing in his navy blue blazer. Behind him, six wardens with athletic postures blocked the exit.

"Good evening," he said, his grave voice filling the small room. "I am the Director. I understand you thought you were here for a visit. It was a necessary lie. Your brothers, Samuel and Anthony, suggested your candidacy. Your parents signed the entry papers this morning. You are now students of the Preppy Academy. You will remain here until your perfect transformation."

Chaos erupted. Insults flew, bodies rose. But the wardens were faster, calmer. One seized a boy by the neck and wrist, pinning him to the floor with soft and irresistible pressure, knee in his back. Another blocked a second in a standing armlock, holding him immobile without apparent effort. The third was taken by two wardens who lowered him together, gently, firmly, until his knees touched the ground. The fourth, hysterical, found himself pressed against the wall, arm twisted behind his back, until calm returned by force.

Samuel and Anthony, in the doorframe, had not moved. They watched their brothers on the ground, immobilized, terrified, and their eyes expressed only the quiet certainty that they were doing what had to be done.

The months had elapsed in a fog of transformation. The chastity cages had been placed on the second day, before the screaming and crying brothers, by silent orderlies. The correction wing had welcomed the most recalcitrant, five days of sensory deprivation, repetitive hypnosis, white noise and recorded phrases played on loop in the darkness. Physical punishments had become routine, whippings and imposed positions until muscle and will were exhausted. Psychological reinforcement operated every morning, every inspection, every gaze that demanded perfection. The brothers had learned anew to sleep, to eat, to stand, to speak, to exist under others' gaze. They had forgotten skating, games, laughter without control. They had become pupils.

A year later, the sun entered through the window of the four-bed room. The boys who woke were no longer the same. Their bodies had become lean, muscled by daily exercise, depilated according to standards. Their faces had lost acne and rebellious expressions, become smooth, closed, mastered. Their hair was cut either in a buzzcut or middle part, gleaming with pomade.

They rose in silence. None spoke. They put on the outfits prepared the night before on the chair backs, exactly as in the official photograph they were about to take. The first wore a blue and white checkered shirt, vertical navy and yellow suspenders, tailored light blue shorts and a navy bowtie with yellow stripes. The second donned a solid pink shirt, bright orange suspenders, coral shorts and a blue bowtie with discreet patterns. The third chose a pale yellow shirt, intertwined blue and yellow suspenders, matching yellow shorts and a yellow bowtie with blue stripes. The fourth, on the right, opted for a solid light blue shirt, pale pink suspenders, light blue shorts and a pink and blue striped bowtie.

They sat on their beds, hands on thighs, gaze lowered, waiting.

The warden entered at six twenty. He inspected each bed, each uniform, each posture. He stopped before each of the four, checked the haircut, the cleanliness of the shoes, the bow tie knot. He said nothing. Just a nod, and they understood they were presentable.

Later, in the afternoon, they left the dormitory in single file. They crossed the perfect gardens, walked straight to the administrative building where Samuel and Anthony waited. The two Alphas were dressed in their impeccable outfits, buttoned shirts, visible suspenders, club ties in the Academy colors. They smiled, those closed yet warm smiles.

"Your parents await news," said Samuel. "We're going to take a photo. To show them your progress."

The four brothers positioned themselves against the red brick wall, the same wall against which they had rebelled a year before. They stood straight, shoulders aligned, hands along their bodies, then raised their right arms to pose on the left one's shoulder, perfectly synchronized gesture. The smile came, identical on the four faces, empty of tension, full of that quiet submission which had replaced rebellion.

Samuel took the camera. He framed, checked the light. There were no longer Samuel and Anthony in the doorframe, just the click, just the photo.

Later, the letters went out. In each envelope, the photo and a few lines of careful handwriting, dictated by Samuel, identical in all four cases.

"Dear parents, we are happy to be here, and intend to stay as long as necessary to become as perfect as Samuel and Anthony. Respectfully, your sons."

He obeyed, but part of him still wished to resist.

Meeting with the contact Mann had alluded to when asking for Palmer’s help, the officer was struck by how reverently Mann gazed upon the well-dressed man they met in the park. The area was open, too open for Palmer’s comfort if they were attempting to maintain a sense of cover, and he couldn’t parse out why Mann still wouldn’t tell him anything about the assignment. When told that all his questions would be answered by the stranger’s swinging watch, Palmer felt he had nothing to loose by giving it a gander.

Despite being fully grown men, just like the rest of your student peers, all the fathers in a attendance were too being transformed into meager, obedient boys. The remnants of their hair was in frothy piles of shaving cream and stubble all around their school desks. Whatever clothes they had arrived in had been discarded, replaced by the school uniform down to the green tie and childish shorts. You winced to consider that, like you, your father's productive manhood was likely now throbbing inside a metal cage, like your own. You could already see from the white waistband peeking out over the back of his tucked dress shirt that your parent had already been clad in tight briefs too, has name and the day of the week childishly scrawled along the elastic for all to see.

Adam hoisted the suspenders up slowly, his mind numb as he went through the motions of tightening each strap around his shoulder blades.

“Yeah, that's a good boy,” his best friend Isaac affirmed from behind. “That's my good, obedient breeder boy.”

Adam blinked. He could not remember why Isaac had taken to him after college. The two were practically opposites back then. Isaac was a popular lacrosse player with girls constantly at his side. Adam had been a data analytics nerd who had only managed to kiss one boy in his entire life. And it had been an accident. Their social circles would have never intercepted if it had not been for the Intro to Psychology course they had both taken as an elective.

They had been paired as partners in a simple project exploring different subsects of therapy. Adam and Isaac had been assigned with hypnotherapy, although going in it had been obvious which one of them was actually going to do the work. That was until Adam explained to Isaac what their subject was. The nerd had been shocked to see the jock’s sudden enthusiasm for the subject. Inspired by Isaac's curiosity, Adam had tried his best to answer every question Isaac posed to him.

"You are about to have one of the best days of your life.” Adam stood still as Isaac’s arms dropped around his head, a black bowtie ready to encircle his throat. “You will smile, laugh, maybe even cry at the sheer beauty of your woman. The ceremony and reception will be branded into your memory forever.”

Adam gulped, his face still emotionless as he tried to process everything. It was like his life had changed after meeting Isaac. After that project, they would be together almost all the time. Whenever Isaac was not at practice, partying, or getting laid, then he would be with Adam. At first, Adam did not understand the sudden friendship that emerged between them, but Isaac had told him to disregard it. In fact, there were a lot of things Isaac had told Adam to forget about.

While it had been too late to completely change his major, Isaac had reasoned with Adam that an accounting degree would be much more beneficial than his current computer sciences. That way, by focusing on business, he would have more time to do what he and Isaac loved, sports. Adam had protested at first, but after Isaac’s well-crafted arguments, his opposition was cleanly dismissed. 

After graduation, Isaac was able to spend even more time with Adam. The two often discussed so many different topics that Adam could not quite remember everything they had covered. It was strange how Isaac, someone he had known for only a tiny portion of his life, had known more about Adam than even Adam did. Isaac had clarified early on that he had understood Adam’s wants, goals, and needs. Isaac had joked that Adam should just forget about his former aspirations, as he knew them better anyway.

“Yup, don't resist it…atta boy,” Isaac praised as he secured the bowtie. Adam fidgeted with his ring, the cold metal foreign to his formerly naked finger. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Isaac took notice. “You like knowing you're about to be married to a woman. You like that I helped you become an alpha male. You like to submit to the patriarchy and uphold the traditional masculine supremacy.”

Adam said nothing. It had been just over five years since they had first met. Five years since Isaac had begun reshaping his life, and where was he now? At 27, Adam was a successful businessman at a firm downtown, often working with clients beside Isaac. Adam now enjoyed lacrosse, tennis, and frequent pickleball. Adam spent mornings at the gym and evenings at the bar. And right now, he was about to marry his girlfriend of almost two years, the woman he had fallen in love with and was preparing to dedicate his life to.

“Just think, back in college you were nothing more than a faggy partner for what I thought would be a blow-over of a psych class.” Isaac, his best man, brimmed with excitement. “Now you’re worthy of being a man, a real man, who’s gonna slide that straightened cock into a fertile, tight pussy tonight."

“And at the heart of it all," Isaac sneered. "you were the one who began this whole thing. My good breeder boy.”

Adam blinked. Butterflies bounced around in his stomach as he tossed the suit jacket over himself. He was excited and nervous as he approached the doors, one of the the best days of his life beginning he entered into the church hall.

"Looking good, man!" Isaac cheered before whispering. “And don’t forget, that baby you're making tonight should be named Isaac.”

As someone with a suit kink, masculinization kink, forced romance kink and some g2s here and there, this is kinda my dream.

To be brainwashed, completely changed to a person opposite of who I am now, being made to be more masculine, straighter, a more traditional male than what I am now.

Being induced to fall in love, the feeling growing stronger for this girl I just met and now think of as my girlfriend, going on dates, proposing in a suit, getting married in church in a tuxedo and a smile on my face. Imagining being called a good boy like in the story as I drag my suspenders up or tighten my tie.

All the while my past self that's trapped in the back of my mind is fading away as the love for her and this new life of mine grows stronger. A lifetime of being a good husband for my new wife, playing and watching sports, eventually becoming a father, dressing in collared shirts, ties and suits, short haircuts, acting and feeling more like a traditional straight male. Never being able to escape and go back to my old life the moment I say "I do" because I'm just so completely brainwashed and in love now-

Thinking about how that would all feel... How bewildered and nervous but excited and happy my mind and heart would be as I stand there getting married...

That day at school, in class the students had to do a project in pairs for a presentation whose grade was extremely important.

Chad,The most disruptive student (even more so since his alcoholic mother has been seeing a man he doesn't know)in the class had to be paired with Jason, a student who used to be the type to get into mischief but who, after the summer, radically changed to become the most well-behaved, the most élégant,sis friends abandoned him after that, judging him too wise for them, and Chad took his place in his old group.

In the evening, Chad went to Jason's house to work on the presentation because, despite not wanting to do the work, it was important for his grades to get a good one to this duty.

When he arrived at Jason's house, while it was raining, someone bumped into him and made him fall in the mud.

On returning to Jason's house, Chad discovered a house as elegant as those who lived there; Jason had been living with his father since his mother's death, which saddened Chad a little.

Jason's father was a very kind man, much to Chad's surprise. Jason offered to go to his room to find him some spare clothes while he waited to come home.

In Jason's room, his wardrobe consisted solely of collared tops (shirts, polos, etc.). Jason handed Chad a pink polo shirt and khaki pants, apologizing for not having anything else.

This bothered Chad because it wasn't his style, but he decided to put them on, thinking that no one would see him dressed like that. When he put on the polo he felt weird but guess it was his imagination .

They begin to work on The presentation, and after a few minutes Chad asked Jason why he had changed so much. He replied that when his mother died, she made Jason's father promise to avoid involving Jason in his gambling dealings, the father accepted the last t his wife's last wish, he and Jason went to see a psychologist who, through certain methods, helped them change their lifestyle.

This sad story made Chad question his actions. Jason understood this and told him to button his polo shirt all the way up and shake it a little, because apparently it stresses him out when someone doesn't do that.

Chad complied, and when he did so, he felt a strange sensation of pleasure envelop him, which made him horny in an uncontrolled manner.

Jason saw it and smiled discreetly, pretending not to have noticed. They They then continued their presentation, which focused on the education of young people in the past and the uniform they had to wear,They made a lot of progress and decided to take a break and meet again the next day, to Chad's detriment.

That evening, at home, Chad went to his room to change his clothes but suddenly felt tired, very tired, and fell asleep fully clothed on his bed.

The next morning he got up and went During class, without noticing how he was dressed, upon arriving in class, his friends and the teacher were astonished by his attire.

His friends asked him how horrible it was being at Jason's house and he replied that it wasn't so horrible and that maybe he was nice, which annoyed his friends.

During the day he participated a little in class of his own free will, which surprised the teacher, himself and his friends, but made Jason smile, who felt a kind of pride.

That evening at Jason's house, they worked on the presentation, which Chad began to take an interest in.

He wondered what it was like to be in uniform back then, if children were better behaved, questions that shocked Chad in his head simply because he had asked them.

By working on these issues they discovered that nowadays children still wear uniforms but not everywhere, and that bad behavior among young people is increasingly being felt through the globe.

However, they also learned that there were people who wore clothing resembling uniforms even outside of class, and that some were educated to be perfect,ne trouvant pas de nom To attach to this practice, they adopted something similar which was called the preppy style.

Jason then suggested that Chad stay over at his house that weekend to get to know each other better. Chad reluctantly agreed because something inside him compelled him to say yes, and his mother agreed because she had to go to the doctor several times over the weekend.

But Chad had forgotten his pajamas and his clothes at home, as well as his toiletries, but Jason and his father told him they had everything they needed. That evening at dinner, Jason's father questioned him about the Regarding the presentation, Jason replied that Chad was quite interested in the subject and Chad agreed, not wanting to be impolite.

Afterwards, he went to take a shower. He used a shampoo labeled for perfect, beautiful men's hair; the brand was called ONPYH. After his shower, some of Chad's reluctance to sleep at Jason's house and becoming friends with him diminished or even disappeared .

The next day, since Chad didn't have any spare clothes, Jason lent him a pink shirt.

During the day, they finished their presentation by talking about the preppy academy, a studious place where students find their true role in this world.

And Jason's father kept talking about the past, about the pleasure of wearing elegant clothes; he even remarked that the shirt suited Chad well and that perhaps tomorrow he could complete The whole outfit included a tie, new shoes, and a blazer. This embarrassed Chad a little, who said maybe another time. He went to Jason's room to send a message to his friends, telling them He felt like he was becoming like Jason, and his friends told him to sort it out himself, that it was his problem if he went to sleep at Jason's house and not theirs. Chad felt betrayed by those whom he considered brothers.

He went to take a shower to forget all this and calm down; the gel made him temporarily forget all his sorrow and tired him out enough to make him go to sleep.

The next day, Sunday, at breakfast, Jason's father asked Chad how he was because he had seemed depressed the day before. He replied that he felt lost, and his father told him that he had something to help him.

In the afternoon, he and Jason went to the living room and each sat in an armchair; their father called it "a session of relaxation and self-discovery." A spiral appeared on the television screen also displaying images of well-dressed men with blank smiles.

Chaf understood what Jason's father was trying to do and wanted to flee, but suddenly metal bracelets appeared around his wrists and ankles, preventing him from leaving. Meanwhile, Jason seemed happy, even excited by it.

Jason's father began massaging Chad, telling him he was safe, that he had no reason to worry, and that he himself knew it because since he had put on that polo shirt, everything seemed more clear.

Chad, listening to these words, relaxed without paying attention.The father told him to look carefully at the spiral, to breathe calmly and to listen to what he was saying with the utmost attention.

He told him that before he was just a thug and now he was going to become somebody and finally make his mother proud, that he was going to be like the clothes he wore, clean and aligned, perfect.He asked him if he didn't want to fix his hair, Chad nodded, he asked him if he now wished to complete the look, Chad nodded, he asked him if he was ready to obey and be Politely, Chad nodded and Jason's father told him, "That's our good boy, a perfect little preppy boy."

After the man said those words, Chad's widowed mother entered the house, elegantly dressed; it was all a scheme to convert Chad because they knew he wouldn't accept the His mother's romantic relationship with Jason's father, and even less so agreeing to go see a psychologist to change his life.

After that, Chad and Jason stood smiling, both wearing smart, full suits, with their father smiling, proud of them, each ready to assume their role in this new family.

The next day, the boys were going to present their report in front of their entire high school in the amphitheater.

At the end of the presentation, the two boys kissed and they had kept a video; it was the hypnosis video that changed the mentality of everyone there, making them more preppy....

Sergeant Mason had asked all the motorbike squad to meet him at a location in central London. I was already assigned to the same location earlier in the day so I saw the rest of the team start to arrive just after midday. It was a mild bright spring day and it was slowly getting busier with locals and tourists visiting the area. As far as I knew, there was nothing out of the ordinary happening today so I assumed it was a training day which would explain why Mason wanted the full team out today.

Before the sergeant himself arrived, I noticed the rest of the team all meeting up and chatting. I was about to walk over to see them myself when some people approached me. I don’t mind when people come to see me for a chat, some are locals who recognise me, others are tourists wanting photos or to ask for directions to various attractions in the area. It breaks the day up a bit when I can chat with people, and I can see they like it as well.

As I was talking with these people, I saw Mason arrive, he parked his bike up and walked over to the rest of the team. I don’t think he noticed me but I kept glancing over. He always stood out from the rest of the team as he would rarely wear the hi viz jackets the rest of us wear. He says it gives him an awe of authority which he clearly liked. I always got on with him well enough though.

I could see the team smiling and even laughing a few times. I wanted to head over but didn’t want to be rude to this family so I carried on talking with them for a bit longer. I still kept glancing over at the team and each time I looked, I noticed them all looking more serious. Suddenly none of them were laughing or even smiling, Mason seemed to be talking to them all but now none of them seemed to be reacting to what he was saying. I just assumed he was discussing something more serious now so tried not to think about it.

After I finished talking with the family and they went on their way, I looked over at the team and saw they were still all stood in exactly the same places, all looking at the Sergeant and he was the only one still talking. I started to make my way over and as I got closer I could hear a little of what he was saying to them, it was quite odd but he seemed to be telling them how peaceful and relaxed they were and they just wanted to listen to him. I must admit, Mason does have one of those voices you could listen to for hours, i’ve always thought he should narrate audio books, I do like it when he’s leading meetings back at HQ, he always holds everyone’s attention. But this seemed different, why was he telling the guys to just listen to him? I decided to try and get a little closer without him noticing me. None of the other guys seemed to react to me walking over at all, infact they were starting to look half asleep, I could hear Mason better now, he was still saying some odd things to them.

“Just let your minds wander, you don’t need to concentrate on anything going on around you, just listen to my voice and do only as I tell you”

As I was listening, I realised how much I was enjoying hearing him, his voice…it was so relaxing. Then suddenly a car horn blasted and I came back to my senses. I moved back so I could no longer hear him. Was he using some sort of hypnosis? Nah, surely not, hypnosis isn’t real! It must just be some weird new training technique. As I kept watching over I noticed my fellow officers looked more and more spaced out, it even looked like a couple of them were drooling, then I noticed all the guys seemed to say something at the same time, then Mason continued to speak to them for a bit longer. Soon after the guys all seemed to come back to their senses and just seemed to start chatting away as they were before. It certainly seemed like some sort of hypnosis! I had to find out what was going on. I waited until Mason walked away and I went to ask them what happened.

“Hey guys, what was going on just now?” I asked.

“Huh? What do you mean? We were just chatting, why do you ask?” responded Bates.

“Well when the Serge was talking to you, what was he talking to you about? You all looked spaced out!”

“What are you on about Mason?” Smith said in a stern tone. “He was just telling us about the training we’re doing today. He wants to see you as well. Were where you anyway?”

“Did you not see me? I was stood behind Mason whilst he was talking to you. Wow you were really spaced out if you didn’t notice me. You know i’m sure he was using some sort of hypnosis on you guys. He kept telling you to relax and only listen to his voice and only do as he says”

“Hypnosis?! Don’t be so bloody stupid!” Jackson piped. “Hypnosis isn’t real. He was just wanting us to focus on him whilst he was explaining today’s training that’s all. Of course we were focusing on him, it’s an important day. You better go and find him to discuss what’s happening”.

“Hmm, well alright. I’ll go and see him. See you guys soon”.

As I walked away I kept replaying what i’d seen earlier, and how I even seemed to be affected when I could hear Mason. Something definitely isn’t right. I then noticed Mason stood by his bike so I walked over to him.

“Hey Sergeant, I hear you’re looking for me?”

“Aah Jenson, there you are! You should have been with the rest of the team earlier when I was discussing today’s plans. We’re doing some new training today.”

Before he could continue, I decided to question him about what I saw.

“Hey Serge, what exactly were you saying to the guys earlier? It’s just I did overhear a bit of it and I know this will probably sound really stupid, but I swear you were hypnotising them!”

As I said that, I swear I saw a slight smirk appear on his face.

“Hypnosis? What you mean like telling you to relax and just listen to my calming voice, let all other noises disappear and only focus on my voice. Telling you to focus on my eyes, let your mind focus on me and do as I tell you. If I was able to hypnotise you, i’d tell you to close your eyes as you continue to listen to my soothing voice, you love hearing me speak to you, your mind focusing on my words”

Suddenly another car horn went off and I came out of what felt like a trance. My mind felt foggy and it took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was. Shit, he was trying to hypnotise me! I need to get away.

“Err, ooh, sorry Sergeant…err…I need to go for a piss”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I turned and just walked away. I still felt quite woozy but I just kept walking until I got to the toilets. What am I going to do now? No one will believe me if I tell them the Sergeant can hypnotise people. I’m going to have to try and confront him, but he’ll just work his magic on me again! Shit, what am I going to do?

I walked back out and looked over to where Mason was, he was still standing alone where I left him. I decided to ask the other guys to come over with me.

“Hey, can you lot come with me to see Mason? I need your help with something”

They all looked straight over at me, but just as they were about to ask why, I started walking over to Mason, I glanced back and saw the team were following me.

“Right, Sergeant, i’m being serious now! I know you tried to hypnotise me earlier and i’m pretty sure you did the same to the rest of the team earlier. We won’t let you get away with this!”

“We? I don’t see the other guys questioning anything?” Responded Mason. “They are all good officers, they like to listen to me and do exactly as I tell them to. As their sergeant they know I am in charge and they must do as I tell them at all times. They know when its time to relax and when its time to listen. They know to listen to me and obey me. They like to obey me. They love to listen to me as they stand and relax…”

Ooh his voice! It’s just so lovely to listen to. I feel more relaxed already. My head felt very heavy but I managed to turn to look at my fellow officers, they all looked as relaxed as I felt. They were all looking straight at serge, I knew I had to turn back to him as well, after all he is my senior and I have to listen and obey him at all times. It felt so good to obey him. I just wanted to hear more of his voice. All other noises suddenly seemed to go silent, I could only hear Mason’s voice now, it was perfect. So soothing, I could feel my mind wander, I felt myself swaying, my eyes felt heavy and my head started to tilt to the side, but as long as I kept listening to his voice I knew i’d be happy.

“Now Jenson, you seem more relaxed now, will you do as I command you to?” I heard Mason ask.

“I I…I willl” it was so hard to speak, my mind was a cloud of fog.

“Good officer, remember you will always listen to me and do as I ask at all times, do you understand?”

“Yesss serrgg” I couldn’t even say the full word, I was struggling to even hold my head up to look at him.

“Good officer. Now i’m going to bring you back to reality soon, but whenever you hear me say the words ‘good officer’ you will go back into this deep relaxed state. And at all times you will do as I tell you and you will just want to please me. You won’t remember me hypnotising you or the other officers. After we finish training here, you’re going to ask if you can do some extra one on one training with me, do you understand all of this?”

“I underr…stanndd” nodding slightly as I said it.

“Good officer, now everyone, wake up!”

Ooh I went blank for a second, I hope serge didn’t notice.

“Okay team, we’re just about done here for the day” Mason suddenly said, “lets get back to the station.

The rest of the team started to walk over to their bikes, but I felt the need to stay behind, I wanted to spend more time training with Mason, I walked over to him.

“err…excuse me Sergeant, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could go through a bit more training with you, erm, maybe just the two of us?”

“Yes Jenson, I don’t see a problem with that, after all you’re a good officer”

I suddenly felt a wave of relaxation hit me when he spoke. Ooh his voice, I love being called a good officer, it made me happy, it made me want to please the sergeant, I want to obey him, I love listening to his voice, hearing him tell me what to do.

“Good officer. Listen to my voice, I like you Jenson, I’ve always liked you best, I’m happy to give you extra special training. Why don’t you come to my house this evening, my husband is away all week, I can spend some more time training you in peace”

Ooh the thought of being alone with Mason felt perfect, he is perfect, I just want to continue listening to his perfect voice.

“I’ll text you my address, why don’t you stay in your uniform when you visit, I do love our uniforms, oh and tell your family you’ll be away all night, you can just make some excuse up. I want to have plenty of time with you my good officer”

“Yes sergeant, I will do as you ask”

“Good officer, now i’m going to wake you up and you’ll finish up here, drop your bike off at the station and sign out, then make your way to mine without question. Now, wake up!”

Ooh I seemed to blank out for a second again, I guess i’m just tired. At least the day is nearly over, best get finished here and head back to the station.

Just as I got back, I heard my phone ping, I checked the message, it read:

‘Jenson, it’s your sergeant, this is my address, see you tonight good officer’

Another wave of relaxation came over me as I read it, I put my phone away, clocked out and walked over to my car. I didn’t bother getting changed, after all, the sergeant wanted to do more training so may as well stay in uniform.

I pulled up outside Mason’s house. As I turned the engine off, I just sat for a moment. Why had I come here. What training are we doing that needs to be at his house. I suddenly started to get a few odd flashbacks to earlier in the day, I remember seeing Mason talking to the team. What was he doing, why do I suddenly feel a bit uneasy about all this. Something doesn’t seem right, i’m sure I was meant to confront him about something, but what?