#hypnotised

Dave had not long come back off shift on his patrol motorbike when he saw Paul looking at something interesting on his computer screen, he grabs a nearby chair and swiveled across to him to find out more.

"Hey pal, what's that you're looking at? Hypnosis shit? Haha you know that's all a load of bollocks right?" He laughed.

Paul replied "hey don't be so sure, you know I've had an interest in this sort of stuff for ages now, in fact I do need a volunteer to try some new hypnosis inductions on if you're up for it?"

Dave gave a sly grin back and said "haha you honestly think you can hypnotise me? What a load of rubbish. So what, are you doing to swing a pendulum Infront of my eyes and I start to get sleepy or some shit like that?"

"Well not exactly, I've never used a swinging pendant to hypnotise anyone before, no I just use my voice, don't worry it's all just a bit of fun, and you won't do anything you wouldn't otherwise do".

"haha go on then mate, give it your best shot".

Paul turned and pulled his chair closer towards Dave and leaned forward towards him.

"Now Dave I just want you to listen to my voice, concentrate on how calm my voice is and let go of any thoughts that are in your mind right now. Just relax and start to let go"

He continued with the relaxing talk, and when he noticed Dave seemed to start genuinely relaxing, he pressed a button on his computer keyboard which started playing a quiet relaxing soundtrack, shortly after pressing play, the subliminal soundtrack kicked in, Dave slowly started to slump forward, his eyes dropped down slightly and soon after his lips started to part. Paul grinned, he could see it was working.

Paul continued to speak calmly to Dave,

"that's it, you're getting so calm and relaxed now, starting to feel somewhat sleepy, your eyes are getting so heavy now, keep listening to my voice, my voice makes you feel safe and happy, you want to listen to my voice and obey everything I say"

Dave then slowly nodded slightly in response, Paul smiled, he could see he was very close now.

"Good boy Dave, you will always want to obey me from now on, you're falling deep under my hypnotic spell and you can no longer resist, you enjoy being under my control. Now I want you to close your eyes and drop even deeper for me, let your muscles relax and let your head drop down now".

Dave did exactly as Paul said, his eyes closed and his head dropped down, he looked so relaxed. Paul took hold of his left arm,

"Good boy, you're doing so well, you're so deep now, so relaxed, so obedient, you want to obey everything I tell you. From now on I'm in charge, I control you. Whenever I call you a 'sleepy cop', you will go into a trance state and will obey everything I say without question, nothing will seem unusual to you. When I tell you to wake up, you'll awake and be aware of your normal surroundings and go about as if nothing happened, do you understand all this Dave?"

Dave slowly nodded a couple of times, he also tried to say yes but it just came out as a mumble.

"Haha good boy, you're so deeply relaxed you can't even speak", Paul grinned, "I'm going to have some fun with you mate. Now I'm heading home next, when you head out on your next patrol, you're going to ride your bike to my house, you've already got my address. You won't question why you're visiting me, it will feel completely normal. Now, wake up!"

Dave started to rise back up and slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he came back to reality, he cleared his throat and looked at Paul,

"Well, did it work, did you manage to hypnotise me then, did you make me act like a chicken or dog or somein't stupid like that?" He laughed.

"Haha don't be daft, I don't do stupid stage show shit like that, nah I just got you into a relaxed state, nothing special, but you should feel nicely refreshed now. Anyway that's me done for the day, I'll see you about mate, hope the rest of your shift goes alright".

"haha no worries, and actually yeah I do feel pretty good actually, might have to get you to work your voodoo magic on me again sometime".

"Oh I'm sure I could find some time soon to do it again", he grinned, "see ya later".

After grabbing a brew and catching up on some paperwork, Dave started to get ready for his next ride out, he grabbed his helmet and made his way to the garage where his bike was parked up. As he got there, he stopped and thought to himself 'wait, where am I going again? I know I'm back on patrol now but I'm sure there was somewhere specific I was meant to go'. He stood silent for a moment trying to think, why was his mind so cloudy, he doesn't usually forget things like this.

'Maybe that hypnosis shit made me too relaxed...maybe I'll just call round at Paul's place and have a chat with him, see if he can shed any light on this'. He proceeded to put his helmet on, got on his bike and started to ride off to Paul's place, he knew where he lived as they would sometimes meet up for a beer together after work. Paul always seemed to chat with Dave more than the other cops on their team, Dave never really knew why but he liked him and they got on well so he didn't really mind.

As he pulled up on Paul's driveway, he noticed Paul coming towards him, 'hmm, how did he know I was coming, oh he just have just heard the bike'. He lifted the front of his helmet,

"hey Paul, sorry for dropping by like this, I just wanted to ask you a few things about that hypnosis stuff, you see I..."

"Hey sleepy cop" Paul suddenly blurted out, Dave stopped mid sentence, still sat on his bike, his eyes dropped down and his mouth fell open, he looked so blank and thoughtless, Paul grinned, 'it's working so well', he thought to himself.

"Good boy, I'm so glad you dropped by, why don't you get off your bike and come inside where we can properly relax".

"yeesss" was all that Dave could manage in response. He got off his bike and followed Paul into his house. Paul closed the door behind him and walked into his lounge,

"why don't you get comfortable, take off your helmet, and you may as well remove your jacket, it's warm in here".

Without question, Dave did as Paul said, he unclipped the buckle on his helmet then pulled it off, Paul took it from him, then Dave slowly undid his hi viz coat which Paul also took from him, he placed the two items on the arm rest.

"Now take a seat Dave and get comfy, just relax".

Dave sat down and lent back against the sofa.

"Now sleep, close your eyes and drop even deeper".

Dave's eyes closed and his head dropped back.

'I'm going to have some fun with this guy', Paul thought to himself, 'I've fancied this guy since I first met him but he's as straight as they come, but let's see if I can change that', he laughed quietly to himself.

"Dave, have you ever done anything with a man before...sexually?".

Dave stayed silent for a moment but his brows furrowed slightly before he limply resoonded

"yeah...I have".

Dave was shocked, that's the last thing he expected to hear.

"Tell me what you've done". Paul said.

"I met up with a gay guy to let him suck me off, no kissin' or anything".

Paul smiled, "did you enjoy having a man do that to you?".

"Yeah I did, probably the best I've had".

"Well you're going to love what I've got planned for you. First let's get your top off, stand up and remove your shirt". Paul told Dave.

Dave slowly stood up and removed his shirt without question. Paul stood next to him and admired his well toned hairy chest, he started feeling his pecs, Dave just stood there motionless and blank.

Paul spent most of the evening having fun with Dave, he pushed him further and further and Dave continued to submit and obey, he was so deep in trance and his mind was so blank now that he didn't have a single thought of his own any longer. Soon he was lying in just his boxers, letting Paul play with every inch of him, in fact he even seemed to be enjoying it, maybe he wasn't as straight as he likes to think.

Later in the evening Paul decided to leave things for a little while, he'd certainly had fun with his new toy, but he wanted to save some things for a future day so he told Dave to get dressed and head home

"Dave, once you get home, you'll actually as if everything is normal, you've been round at my house for a movie night, nothing else. You'll go in and get out of your uniform and get ready for bed."

Paul was about to tell him to wake up when he thought of something else to add

"oh one more thing, when you come in to work tomorrow, you will come into my office and kneel for me and say 'good morning master'. Once you've done that you'll stand up and have no memory of doing it, everything will seem normal and you'll carry on with your day. Now wake up".

Dave's eyes opened and blinked a couple of times, Dave looked around then looked at Paul,

"oh damn, did I fall asleep, I've missed half the film"!

"haha that's alright mate, you've had a busy day so I'm not surprised. You get yourself home and into bed, I'll see you tomorrow".

"yeah sounds good, I am exhausted to be honest, can't wait just to fall into bed. See ya tomorrow pal".

It had finally arrived. You’d saved up for it for a while now and had given your exact measurements in the hopes of a perfect fit.

The website you ordered it from was a bit odd but you couldn’t help but be drawn in by the rubber suits they had on offer.

When you open the package your senses are immediately hit with the synthetic chemical smell of latex. The smell travels straight to a deeper part of your brain that is triggered by arousing stimuli.

You lift the rubber suit out of the packaging. The rubber is cold at your hands. The suit is black and glossy with green lines and a central green spiral. The suit feels almost alien. It’s like nothing you have ever worn before but there is a pull. You are drawn to it. The way the rubber slides over your fingers, all you can think about is how much you want it to cover you.

You want to be covered, coated, encased by the rubber. You want it to be part of you. No. You want to be part of it. You want to give the rubber structure and form.

You slip your legs into the suit. At first the rubber is cold reminding you of its industrial, synthetic nature but soon it is warmed by your body like a symbiotic organism adjusting to its host.

The latex moulds to your calf’s and thighs, hugging your legs and accentuating your muscles. The contours of you body become smoother, you legs now look unfamiliar but enhanced.

The feeling excites you. The touch of the smooth rubber. The chemical smell. The sight of the glossy, shiny black and green of your new skin all stimulate your senses.

You pull the rubber up over your waist and your growing bulge. You slip your arms into the suit. You pull it over your chest and shoulders.

The rubber is now adjusted to your body temperature. It hugs you and holds you.

You feel your posture straighten.

You admire the feel of your new glossy black and green skin tight suit. Your hands glide over it. The feel of your hands over the rubber skin is arousing. You feel your smooth contours. You rub your firm bulge through the rubber. The new sensations are overwhelming. You want more. More rubber. You want it to cover you completely. Not as clothing but as a completely new skin. You want it to envelope you. You want to lose yourself inside the rubber.

You pull on the black rubber socks and gloves and admire the feel.

Yes this feels good. The rubber costs more and more of your skin. You are becoming more and more a rubber being. A rubber object.

You bring your new rubber covered hands to your face. You take a deep inhale of the irresistible synthetic smell of your new form.

You can’t help but feel your new body with your new rubber hands. This feels good. This feels right.

You can’t help but stroke your bulge through the rubber.

But your head and face remain uncovered. Still evidence of human flesh.

Inside the package is a black rubber gas mask.

You hold the gas mask up to your face.

Your old human anxieties and previous cautious impulses are suppressed, fading. They are replaced by arousal and a longing to become a rubber object.

The gas mask pulls at your desires. The internal visor pulses with a hypnotic swirling green spiral.

It promises a dark destiny. To be perfected. To be rubberised. To become a rubber drone.

The colours of your surroundings fade into an alien green hue.

The power of the green spiral grows in your mind.

You hear a hypnotic pulsing binaural beat drawing your conscious mind down into a trace like state.

The gas mask steadily inches closer and closer to your face. You are so close now. So close to completion.

The gas mask seals itself around your head.

Your first new breath is a deep one, filling your lungs with new strange air. You body immediately relaxes. The tension has slipped away as your mind and body feel a sense of relief as if they have arrived at the destination they were always meant to achieve.

You feel no fear. No stress. No burdens.

You feel strong. You feel relaxed. You feel perfected.

The spirals in your visor and the binaural beats filling your ears pull you deeper into trance. They confirm your new identity as a drone. An obedient drone. A rubber object.

An imperfect human is no more. Now perfected as an obedient rubber drone.

The programming begins. You head The Programmers voice inside your head.

SERVE DRONE PROGRAM INITIATED.

YOU ARE A SERVER DRONE.

I AM THE PROGRAMMER.

TOGETHER, WE ARE THE SERVER.

Your destiny is fulfilled. You belong to the Programmer. You will obey him. You will serve the server.

The Programmers instructions bring you home to The Server Facility.

You enter your stasis pod and let the Programmers words complete your assimilation. Your new life as a server drone has begun.

The Assimilation of SERVE-552

107 welcomes a new drone into the Hive.

Nothing else feels this good.

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