Willing Hypnoslave

by Uniform Master


This story contains homoerotic imagery, hypnosis, brainwashing,
forced servitude and college students.  If any of those things
offend you.  Don't read the story.... Quite simple eh? 

This story may not be posted on pay to view sites as they're the
bane of the net. 
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This is the story of how John, a fairly average college student
is taught a serious lesson in what it means to respect other
peoples ideals and beliefs. 

John was the typical college success story, good background, nice
looks (if a little underdeveloped for his age) and a general all
round nice guy.  His lean face, dark hair and mediterranean good
looks certainly hadn't gone unnoticed among his classmates at
school and had made him a big hit with the girls in his year.   
Like most other twenty year olds, John enjoyed the attention
girls payed him when he was about town and had even got into a
fairly steady going relationship with a girl named Debbie from
his biology class.  While John's burgeoning hormones raged about
him, Debbie was much more pragmatic about their relationship and
had flatly stated on several occasions that she just wasn't ready
for sex wiht him yet.  This was a continual weight on John's mind
as over the course of the last summer he had found it
increasingly difficult to resist the temptation that Debbie's
well developed figure presented to him on a day to day basis. 
As John settled back in to the student routine after the summer
recess, he began to become more preoccupied with how he could win
Debbie over ot the idea of sleeping with him.   He was well aware
that had to handle matters carefully however as he knew he was
onto a good thing and didn't want to blow it; besides he really
was starting to fall in love with the girl and didn't want to
upset her.  Many a night would be spent with his roommate, Dan
discussing the best tactics for getting women in to bed, and
although it was all in good humor, John just couldn't shake the
desire for a night in bed with Debbie. 

As the semester progressed, all the students settled into the
routine of work and the pressure to perform well in class
gradually came back into the forefront of John's conciousness. 
He was aware that he seemed to have been working too hard lately. 
At the suggestion of Debbie, he arranged a double date with Dan
and his girlfriend Sue and planned a fun night free from work at
a local cabaret club.   

John was looking forward to a night out with his friends and was
especailly interested in the club they were going to as it
apparently had a policy of never revealing who would be
performing until after the doors had been closed.  This added a
thrilling air of mystery to the night out and he was convinced it
was just the thing that he tought they could all use to break the
routine of classes and study. 

The night of the cabaret finally arrived and the four students,
eager to make the most of an evening free from studying, trooped
into the club almost as soon as the doors opened.  It had to be
sadi that the club wasn't one of the nicest to look at inside,
but John had it on good authority that the performers and stand
up comics who played at the club were not to be missed so he put
his resevations to one side and went to the bar to order a round
of drinks.  As he picked his way through the crowd back to their
table he heard Sue talking excitedly. 

"Apparently he's one of the raunchiest in the business." Sue was
whispering in a confidential tone to her friends as they huddled
round the table. 

John's interest was piqued by the word "raunchy" and demanded of 
Sue "Who's raunchy?" 

As he set the drinks down in front of his friends, Sue explained
that they had overheard someone at a nearby table saying that a
stage hypnotist called Elias D'Ath was going to be the star
attraction of the evening. 

"Never heard of him." said John as he took his seat by Debbie and
put his arm round her. 

"No, maybe not." Went on Sue "But I have... Apparently, he pushes
the limits of stage hypnosis and his shows are quite famous - and
very raunchy." Sh! e added winking at John with a smile.

After a few minutes of chatting among themselves, the lights in
the room dimmed and the chatter of the audience subsided to an
excited murmur.  After a moment, a short, overweight man and
slightly effeminate man proceeded to walk onto the stage.  He
wore an almost incredibly badly fitting suit with a loud shirt
and tie and stood visbily perspiring at a microphone positioned
in the centre of the stage. 

The comic figure this ungainly man presented, prompted Dan to
snigger out loud and comment to his friends. "The Great Elias
D'Ath looks more like an overweight faggot if you ask me!" 
Debbie shot Dan a look and he shut up but John winked at Dan and
added "I'll drink to that!" which set them both laughing, much to
the embarrasment of their respective partners. 

By this time the fat gentleman who was evidently waiting for
complete silence gave up on the now slightly inebriated audience
and introduced the star of the evening, the world famous
hypnotist and illusionist, Elias D'Ath.  A spotlight swept across
the room meandering from table to table resting occasionally on a
member of the expectant crowd only to move on to another table.   

After what seemed like an eternity, the light finally came to
rest on a gaunt looking man sitting at a table directly behind
John and his friends.  The man stood up gazing directly into the
light before turing around on the spot, scrutinizing his audience
for the night.  As the great Elias D'Ath's gaze wandered to John
and his friend's table, he momentarily caught John's eye and John
involuntarily shuddered as the cold clinical stare of the man
seemd to reach into him before, just as suddenly, it was gone. 
Finally, after a dramtatic pause, the great illusionist, made for 
the stage and in just a few strides, stood before the crowd on
the open stage and stared out at them.  With one glance around
the room the entire audience fell silent and he introduced
himself in a reassuring but slightly cold, European accent. 

After a brief spiel about what hypnosis is and how it works, he
began the process of selecting volunteers from the audience to
take part in his show.  A sea of hands rose before him and he
jumped down from the stage to choose members of the audience.   
As he worked his way around the room, Debbie and Sue, both tried
to persuade their boyfriends to go up and participate in the
show.  Dan was really keen on taking part but John was having
reservations, especially since he had caught the hypnotists eye
earlier on.  As D'Ath's imposing figure made his way in their
direction, John began to have a bad feeling about the whole
night.  He couldn't shake that look he had gotten and wanted to
steal a glance at the D'Ath to reassure himself.   

It was obvious to everyone on the table that the debate over
whether John should volunteer or not was attracting D'Ath's
attention and he headed straight to where the four were sat. 
Immediately, D'Ath asked Dan if he would like ato take part, and
he eagerly got up and set off for the stage grinning at Sue and
Debbie as he did so.  That left John, sitting with the two girls,
a situation his masculine pride found utterly unacceptable, and
before he knew it he had volunteered and been chosen as well. 

The next thing John knew was that he was sitting at the table
opposite Sue and Dan who were laughing and chatting with Debbie.  
"Are you OK?" Inquired Debbie as she noticed John's silence.  He
had been quiet since the hypnotist's show had finished and hadn't
said much during the performance of the comedian who had followed
the Great D'Ath either. 

"Maybe it's time we went home." he said.

"Yeah, I'm beat" put in Dan as he rubbed his back which seemed a
little tender. 

"I'm not surprised, after what you two were up to on stage
earlier!" Laughed Debbie as she recalled the scene of the two
grown men running about on all fours, acting like dogs and
snffing each other's rear ends. 

"Let's go then."  Said Sue and moved to pick up her coat from the
back of her chair. 

As the four students trooped out in to the mild fall night and
parted company for their respective rooms, John was again struck
with that sense of having touched a powerful mind when he had
caught D'Ath's eye earlier in the evening.  He shrugged the
feeling off and waved goodnight to Sue and Debbie as he and Dan
headed for their room. 

When John woke in the morning, he was surprised to see that Dan
had already left, bizarre, since it was practically unheard of
for him to rise any time before at least ten AM on a Saturday
morning.   

After a quick breakfast, John headed off to the laundry room for
the weekly chore of washing and ironing that he'd grown to hate
since he left home.  He was hoping to catch up with Sue and
Debbie later to do a bit of studying and wanted to get the
unpleasant stuff out of the wya first.  As he was stuffing his
clothes into the washer, he noticed a small gray piece of card
fall out of the pocket of one of his pairs of jeans and slide
under the large washing machine. 

Instinctivley, John bent down to retrieve it from the floor and
finally mangaged to get it back with the aid of a screwdriver he
found on top of one of the industrial driers.  As he picked up
the card and turned it over in his hands, a strage sensation came
over him and he felt that same cold stare from Elias D'Ath reach
into his mind and seize control.  John stood by his laundry
basket transfixed and unable to move, he knew what was going on
and the idea of it scared him to death. 

After a moment of confusion, John felt a compelling urge to go to
the telephone in the hall, he left the laundry, went into the
hall and stood before the phone.  John was dismayed to find
himself fully aware of what he was doing but utterly powerless to
resist as he dialled the 1-800 number on the card.  After a short
pause, John found himself listening to the unmistakebale voice of
Elias D'Ath and a chill swept his body as the enormity of the
situation arose in his mind. 

"Hello John." Came D'Ath's voice over the phone. "What can I do
for you today?" 

"Hello Sir." Answered John, the words coming ubidden to his lips.
"I need to talk to you" 

"Is that so?" Replied D'Ath.

"Yes, I need to be taught a lesson as we arranged."  John felt
sick as he wondered why he was saying the words and in particular
the significance of the word 'lesson'. 

"That's right John." cooed D'Ath in his soothing tones "You are
socially naive and must be taught how civilised human beings
should behave.  Think about what I am saying and you will know
that it is the truth." 

"Yes Sir."  Answered John on cue.

"You will go the bus station immediatley and collect a pre paid
ticket to New York where you will proceed to the address I am
about to give you.  It that understood?" 

"Yes Sir." Replied John fighting a growing feeling of terror as
the nightmare reality of D'Ath's commands closed in on him. 
As he hung up the receiver, John tried to resist the inexorable
efforts of his body which was already starting to walk him in the
direction of the bus station at the centre of town.  It seemed to
him that the harder he tried to stop walking the more difficult
it became and with a look of despair in his eyes he eventually
surrendered to the inevitablitity of his predicament. 

John awoke.  He was sitting naked on a chair in a small room with
a low ceiling.  A soft warm light surrounded him but he could not
tell where the light was coming from.  He tried to look around
himself to get a better idea of where he was but to his surprise,
found that he was unable to move.  A soft voice spoke to him from
the glow, he instantly recognised it as the voice of D'Ath and
felt a wave of hate and rage flood through him.  He tried to
scream out and demand why he was being held like this but nothing
happened.  He merely sat, pacific and tranquil, as if he were
thinking. 

"Do you know why you're here yet?" Demanded the voice coldly. 

"No!" John said, surprised at suddenly finding himself able to
speak.  He grabbed the opportunity for freedom and tried to shout
back at the voice but found he was mute again. 

"You're here beacuse of your arrogant attitude towards your
girlfriend and because of something you said on the night we
first met at the cabaret club.  Do you know what it was?" 
John remained silent.

"Let me remind you." Said D'Ath.

Suddenly, John found himself back in the club looking at their
table.  He overheard Dan's comments about the fat compere of the
club and saw them laughing at the chubby man as he perspired
under the hot stage lights.  Suddenly it was all clear to him. 
They had made homophobic remarks and D'Ath had overheard them. 
"You see now why you need to be trained?" Continued D'Ath. "This
country is in a sorry enough social condition as is is without
arrogant bigots like you polluting it, so I'm going to do a
little spring cleaning on behalf of the Land of the Free." 
By this time, John was terrified, he couldn't imagine what was
going to happen next but he knew he probably wouldn't like it. 

"So John.  How do we cure a homophobic man who thinks too much
about getting his girlfriend into bed?" 

John sat impassive, unable to resist the voice, unable to move,
terrified. 

"We'll John, you're going to find out just what it means to be
the sex toy you wanted Debbie to be and you'll also find out how
it feels to be a homosexual like yesterday's nice compere.  Won't
that be good?" 

John had thought things couldn't get any worse but he was wrong,
this whole situation seemed unreal.  He wasn't really homophobic,
it had just been a joke and he wasn't obsessed with Debbie in the
slightest, this guy had it all wrong.  The sudden emotion of his
situation overtook him and he started to cry, or rather he tried
to but found he couldn't even do that and just sat and stared
ahead instead, only his eyse betraying the fear in his mind. 

John was surprised when the voice returned, louder than before
and much more penetrating.  This time John felt it consume his
body and in no time at all was lost in it's entirity. 

"John, listen carefully to me.  You will now learn your new
routine.  When you wake up you will be in  bed naked.  You w! ill
get up and go to the closet for some clothes to get dressed, you
will want put on the clothes you find in the closet and as you do
so you will realise that they feel good against your skin.  You
will find that each new article of clothing you put on will
heighten your arousal and it will be one of the best feelings
you've ever had.  When you are fully dressed you will  go to the
mirror to look at yourself and you reflection will make you even
hornier.  Your only thoughts will be how hot you look and the
first thing you'll want to do is show off yourself to someone
else." 

John found himslef taking in the commands impassivley though at
the back of his mind it seemed horribly wrong and sick. The voice
came back drawing him further into it's grasp. 

"Although you will feel aroused and will want to show off your
new clothes, you will be unable to leave the room and will wait
there standing before the mirror admiring yourself until you are
summoned.  Is that understood?" 

"Yes Sir" Said John in a flat monotone voice. "Thank you Sir." 
Oblivion came.

John woke.  He had a vague suspicion that he had overslept and
reached out his hand to check the alarm clock by his bed.  The
clock wasn't there, in fact, as he woke up properly and looked
about he realised he no idea where he was.  Then it hit him, the
whole nightmarish two days came flooding back to him in a wave
and he remembered all of it.  He sat on the edge of the bed, his
head in his hands wondering what the hell he'd done to get in
this mess.  Then he stood up and went to the closet.  Too late,
he realised he had done exactly what the voice had comanded and
he began to be afraid as he found himself looking at the police
uniform that hung before him in the open closet door. 

John tried to look away from the uniform but he found his eyes
strangely attracted to it.  He reached out and touched the cotton
of the shirt and felt it come alive under his fingers. Well aware
of what the voice had commanded him, he felt powerless to resist
the tempation to put th! ese clothes on, he gazed at the clothes
rapturously, confused at the desire towear them he was feeling
but at the same time repelled by the idea of sucumbing to someone
else's will.   

Eventually, he reasoned to himself that as there was nothing else
to wear, he may as well get on with it and began to put on the
boxer shorts he found on a shelf in the closet.  The feel of the
shorts was like nothing else to John and he was horrifed to
notice his penis begin to harden as he raised the shorts to his
waist.  Feeling the grwoing thrill of wearing the shorts, John
reched for a pair of grey breeches and hurredly began to put them
on.  The tight feel of the material against his legs and crotch
sent him into waves of ecstasy yet at the back of his mind a
voice reasoned to him that it was not natural to get turned on by
the uniform.  Inside John struggled with the growing excitement
as he put the t-shirt and shirt on and fitted the belt and gun
holster round his waist.  He felt cheapened and humiliated by
what he was doing to himself yet at the same time turned on and
it was an unbearable sensation.   

As John eased the boots onto his feet, the erotic rush became so
strong that he almost came, disgusted by the idea he managed to
control himself as he pulled the black leather gloves onto his
hands and stepped back from the closet.  He knew what was next,
it was inevitable.  He walked to the mirror in an ecstatic trance
and let his eyes fall on his refelction.  He was beautiful, the
unform might have been made for his body and fitted his muscular,
youthful body like a glove.  His eyes wandered up is legs and
torso taking in every gorgeous detail and finally came to rest on
his face.  He noticed that he must have been shaved at some point
and that whoever had done it had left him a neat moustache and
goatee.  He was also horrified to find that his dark brown hair
that used to fall on each side of his face had been shaved into a
very butch looking crew cut.  Despite the horror he felt at
having been abused in this way ! he found his own appearance
irresistibly attractive and couldn't stop looking at himself in
the mirror.  Inside, John was repelled by the idea of being
attracted to men and especially by being attracted to the man in
the mirror, even if it was his own relfection. 
John was so busy preening himself that he didn't notice there was
someone else in the room with him until he heard the voice. 

"Hello John."

John spun around and saw D'Ath standing by the bed staring at
him.  He tried to move towards D'Ath but found he could not. 

"What have you done to me you fuckin' freak!" Yelled John,
pleased to hear he could finally say what he thought even if he
couldn't move. 

"I've taken the first steps to making you a better person.  Soon
you'll join some other young men who are also learning to be
better people and you will be trained how to behave properly." 

"You're fuckin' mad." Shrieked John who was, by this point, white
with fury. "I'm gonna expose you if it's the last damn thing I
ever do and you're going to rot in prison." 

"Don't curse John, using foul language is no way to behave in
front of your new master now is it." 

John, livid with rage was now ready to kill the man standing
before him and he tried to say so, only it didn't work.  Instead
the words seemed to catch in his throat and came out different. 

"How can I pleasure you Master?" Were the words that finally
escaped his lips and he was horrified at the implication of what
he had said and the sensual intonation he had unconciously
applied to the phrase.  Trying again, he opened his mouth to
shout at D'Ath but the words "May I service you?"  came out
instead.  John was horrifed, he had no desire to service this man
whatever that meant and he decided to shut up lest he say
something else he might regret. 

"Not now thank you John."  Came D'Ath's reply to John's
involuntary request.  "But I know some people who would very much
like to be serviced by a big strong policeman like you." 
Once again, the nightmare closed in and John flet a wave of
nausea come o! ver him as he followed D'Ath down a long corridor
towards a set of double doors.  At the end of the corridor, D'Ath
stopped and turned to face John.  You're now going to see what
it's like to be a gay sex slave.  Gay men do like a man in
uniform and a cop as hot as you is going to be irresistible to
the guys in here. John was paralyzed with horror, he stared into
D'Ath's eyes and found himslef lost, hearing the words that would
change him forever and yet hardly beleiving it was happening.   

"Every time you enter this room, your only wish will be to offer
your services to the men inside.  You will obey any command given
by the men and will be polite to them at all times.  You will be
with three other men like you but none of you will not be able to
talk to each other even if you want to.  You will feel a great
need to service the men inside this room and doing so will arouse
you and make you want to pleasure them even more.  You will find
the men deeply attractive but will not be able to get any release
from the tension you will feel in your groin.  Remember John, you
will enjoy being these mens slave and there isn't a thing you can
do about it." 

....To be continued  


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