"Done," you exclaimed as you placed the last assignment on your desk.
"Rough grading session, sir?" You look up to see Wesley approaching, a tray with coffee and cookies in his hands.
"My hero." You sigh as he places both on your desk. "I really don't think students realize how miserable grading really is."
"You could always take on a TA, surely there must be someone there that you think is interesting enough to warrant your //special// attention, sir?"
"Not this semester, for certain! Besides, I think a little suffering is healthy."
You can see Wesley's synthetic eyes glow brightly, his visor showing a small smile. "If you say so, sir."
You look toward the window. It really is a beautiful day. You had Wesley pull back the curtains, and the office is bathed in light.
It's only a second before the windows shatters.
[[Duck!|HiBulldozer]]
You're thankful for Wesley. His reaction time is much faster than yours; he quickly moves to shield you from the blast.
You look over him, and can now see a massive gray bull standing in the middle of your office. Given the spandex and the gigantic 'B' on his chest, it's safe to assume he's one of the local heroes.
In your office.
//Joy.//
"Don't worry, citizen! Bulldozer is here!" he shouts with a smile, as though he didn't just crash through your window.
[['"Uh... Hi?"'|AttemptToGreet]]
[['"Why are you in my office?"'|WhyInOffice]]
You do your best not to growl.
"...Why are you in my office?" You do your best to keep your tone level, but can feel yourself getting angry. "Also, there is a door. Did you not consider using it?"
Bulldozer seems to scoff. "I have detected a dastardly villain in this building. And I believe he may have taken up residence somewhere below."
//'So you did the totally subtle thing of crashing through my window and making so much noise the entire building might have heard. Good job!'//
Still, the comment gives you pause. You exchange a quick glance with Wesley before responding.
[['"A villain you say?"'|A villain you say?]]
"Uh... Hello Bulldozer..."
God, it sounds so bloody stupid saying it allowed. 'Bulldozer' - really? For a bull superhero? Real creativity there.
"Greetings citizen! I must ask you to leave. I have been following a foul villain and I believe his hideout might be here," he says, facing you.
You and Wesley exchange a glance.
//'Yep, definitely not the smartest one.'//
[['"A villain you say?"'|A villain you say?]]
"Yes! I saw him, cloak and all, carrying some artifact from the museum! He walked in the front door of this building an hour ago!" the bull says excitedly.
"I see," you say, cursing at your carelessness. You were so sure no one saw you. You had successfully hypnotized the guard, had the alarms disabled... You'll need to do a proper post-mortem later.
Also, you know Wesley is not going to let you live this down any time soon. You can already hear his voice in your head, "Excellent work, sir. Only the most cunning of minds would have been able to follow you."
It's an embarrassing mistake. But one you could recover from.
"Oh no," you do your best to feign surprise. You're not the best actor, you've never had the need. Still, you try your best. "In our building? I can hardly believe one of our neighbors is up to something nefarious. It would be so..."
"Improper?" Wesley says, finishing your thought.
"Exactly Wesley! Improper! Still, what can we do to help, Mr. Bulldozer? Do you remember what he looked like? Are the other heroes coming? Wesley, please put coffee on so we can serve the city's heroes. It's only appropriate.”
Wesley straightens. "Of course sir." He turns to the bull, "How many heroes should we expect, sir? I'll begin making preparations at once."
[['"Yes, how much coffee should we make?"'|CoffeeFor...]]
Bulldozer smiles confidently at you and puts up his hand. "There's no need for that, citizen. This is a minor issue, and I'm sure I'll be able to get that small villain under control myself," Bulldozer declares confidently.
"But..." you start, "is that safe? What if the villain has a laser? The dragon, what was his name... Dax! The one that was in our city last week! He had a laser!"
You're laying it on a bit thick, but you need to check on this point.
Bulldozer laughs. "Citizen, don't worry!" He smiles. "Bulldozer is on the job, and I've never lost. This isn't even worth calling in!"
You look at Wesley, who tilts his head questioningly. You give him a nod, and he moves toward the window and begins drawing the curtains.
You turn back to Bulldozer. "Why, I am relieved, then, that it is under control, but it appears you're hurt. Did you cut your arm when you smashed through the window?"
The bull has the decency to look a //little// embarrassed. "It's nothing," he says, flushing slightly.
"Nonsense, let me get my glasses. I'm a doctor, you know. Doctor Wolf, actually," you say as you grab your glasses on your task and make your way toward the bull.
You are a doctor, technically. You do have a PhD. It counts.
"It's really not necessary, Doctor..." the bull stammers, clearly not expecting this.
"Oh, no, it absolutely is. You're serving our city, after all, allow us to serve you. Let me just take a look..." you say, putting on your glasses. “Let me first check that your face wasn't injured. It wouldn't do at all if you were concussed. I couldn't possibly allow you to serve without being ready.”
You look the bull in the eyes, before activating the glasses and they fill with colored light.
[[Begin the checkup.|Checkup]]
"Just look into my eyes," you say as your glasses activate.
"...Wha-" he says, trailing off. You always enjoy this, watching a big, strong, self-assured heroes trail off when your powers activate. Watching that cocksure expression dissolve into uncertainty.
And later, obedience.
Surprisingly, Bulldozer has just a bit more willpower than you expected. He blinks slowly, trying to tear his eyes away. "What.. doing..."
You grab his horns, ensuring he continues to face you. "I'm making you better. You should trust me. I'm a doctor... and a professor too. Taking care of people, and students, is what I do."
Bulldozer lets out a whine. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hands flexing into fists. This could become a problem.
"May I, sir?" Wesley asks from over your shoulders.
[[Ask Wesley to step in.|Wesley Induction]]
[[Tell Wesley you've got it under control.|Professor Induction]]A game about a Professor, his Protogen butler, and the bull that crashes through their window.
Based on [[this story by sheeplike|https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47079479/]]
Written by [[anonusr|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/anonusr/]]"If I might make a suggestion, sir?" You nod.
"This is a prime specimen, with a well-defined chest. But perhaps, it could do with a bit of decoration," he says as he flicks a nipple. Bradley lets out a soft "mooo" and tries to push his pecs into Wes' hand.
"Heroes of his size and... personality tend to respond best to physical sensations, Sir. And I think it would give him such..." Wesley trails off as he removes his white gloves and brings his metal hand to Bradley's chest.
You know what's about to happen. "Pleasure," he finishes, as he uses his hand to give Bradley's nipple a zap.
"Yeeseeees" Bradley slurs. His cock is dripping on the floor. Thankfully, it shouldn't stain the wood. And you know Wesley can clean it later.
"Not going to let this one escape your favorite method?" you ask, smiling. “Though, I suppose he did break a window. Can you add some subliminals to his training to make him start thinking about a piercing?"
"Already queueing an update to the program now, sir," the protogen replies. You can detect the subtle change in his visor to know he's beaming.
You look down at the bull, who's started thrusting into the air as he watches the spiral.
"How long until he's done?"
"Probably an hour or two. If you'd like sir, I could serve dinner early, and then this could be 'dessert'?"
“Wesley, you're a saint.” You follow him into the dinning room, leaving Bradley with the spiral. As you walk away, you hear him mumble.
"Good heroes serve."
[[Go eat dinner.|After Dinner]]
"Wesley, could you perhaps assist?"
While you had faith in your powers, Wesley was, admittedly, much faster at getting someone into a deep trance. Admittedly, they did have a bit of a natural advantage...
Wesley quickly took your place in front of the bull, who was slowly shaking his head left and right, as if to clear his head. Cute. As if your control could be 'shaken off' so easily.
Wesley cupped the bull’s heads with his hand, forcing him to look into Wesley's visor-covered face. "Don't worry, sir. This will only take a moment."
Bulldozer managed on a quick "Wha-" before Wesley's visor activated, filling with a bright, blue spiral.
"That's a good bull," he said reassuringly. "Just look at the spiral. It's useful to track your eye movement and ensure your mind is operating… correctly...."
"But... dizzy... falling..." Bulldozer whined.
"That's normal. Just enjoy the fall. The feeling of emptiness. That's good. That means the treatment is working."
"Wha... what are you... treating," the bull slurred.
"Why, your thoughts of course! We'll just fix them right up for you. We just need to borrow them. And you can feel it, can you? The visor, sucking out all those troubling thoughts. Making you nice and relaxed," Wesley said as he began to massage Bulldozer's temples with his hands.
"Now, we need to see how bad your injuries are…”
[['"Go ahead and take off that uniform for us."'|Bulldozer Strips]]
"It's fine, Wesley. Our friend Bulldozer is just a bit stressed. You're nervous around doctors, aren't you," you ask calmly.
"I—" you interrupt him before he can finish the thought. You move your hands, massaging the bull's massive neck muscles. You can see some of the tension starting to leave him. Good.
"Of course it's true. But there's nothing to fear from me. How could there be, after all. You're so strong. If you didn't want my help, I'm sure you could physically overpower me in a moment," you say, careful to maintain eye contact. "After all, you're so strong... no one could defeat you."
"Heh.. yeah... Never... defeated," he trailed off. Yep, flattery would definitely work on this one.
"So... it follows that, if you could easily get away, but you haven't, then you want to be here. It's simple, really - the fact that you're here means you want to be here."
"Yeah...," he pauses, unsure, before continuing, "yeah... I want to be here."
"Then just relax, and let me take care of you. There's nothing to fear. You want this. You're safe. You're powerful. You're getting the treatment you need. Isn't that right?"
The bull looks confused, but he still nods. "Yeah..."
"Tut tut," you say tapping his nose. "I prefer people use my title. 'Yes Professor'. It's only appropriate since I'm giving you free treatment."
"Yesh... Professor."
Not perfect. Still, you're reasonably sure his trance will hold.
"Now... I need to ensure you are okay.”
[['"Why don't you take off that costume, so we can make sure you aren't injured anywhere else?"'|Bulldozer Strips]]
Bulldozer seemed unsure, and you were about to give him another blast with your glasses, but after a moment's hesitation his arms move to his waist and he begins pulling the spandex costume up.
While you're a bit saddened he didn't put up more of a fight - watching them fall into a trance was always erotic for you - you have to admit this part is almost as fun.
Bulldozer was attractive, in that way that many physical-power superheroes are. With his shirt off, you could get a good look at him. Well muscled, attractive, and his dark hair and horns contrasted beautifully with his gray skin.
While you hadn't planned this, Bulldozer was going to make a great addition to your collection.
Bulldozer paused, and then looked back at you, his hands resting on the waistband of his costume's pants. "Wha..?"
Wow. It's been a while since someone has been this hard to keep under. Perhaps he's just naturally resistant?
[[Blast him with more hypnosis!|Add More Hypno]]
[[Talk to him, and try to work around his resistance.|Add More Talking]]
"Bulldozer, repeat after me: good heroes serve the people of the city."
"Good heroes serve the people of the city, but..."
You cut him off, "Good heroes serve."
"Good heroes serve.""Bulldozer looks between you and Wesley before looking at his shirt, still in his hand. "What am I..."
While you'd love to blast him with more hypno powers, this case might require a bit more finesse. He's definitely the last person you would have thought would require this much effort, but, it is what it is.
You walk up to him, turning your glasses on, but at a lower setting. Just enough to enable simple suggestions.
"What's your name, sir? You haven't given it to us yet."
"Bulldozer," the bull said instantly.
"No, I mean your real name. What do people call you when you're not wearing your costume."
"I'm... not supposed to say," the bull said, unsure.
"But... you're not wearing your costume right now? You've taken off your shirt. So we need something to call you, don't we?"
The bull frowns. You can see his brain trying to escape the logic. But after a moment, he sighs. "Bradley."
"Thank you Bradley, I know that takes a lot of trust, to give someone your real name. That must mean you trust us. I mean, of course you do, why else would you give us your name?"
The bull opened and shut his mouth. "I... trust you...?"
"Of course! Now, we just need to finish treating you. After all, you trust us. And you'll do whatever we ask, because you trust us that any command we give you is absolutely critical to your mission. Isn't that right?"
You hoped it wasn't too complex a suggestion, but after a moment... you heard him speak again. "Yeah... that makes sense."
<<set $nameGiven to true>>\
[['"Good, now finish stripping. We need to help finish our treatment."'|Stripping Continued]]Bulldozer looks between you and Wesley before looking at his shirt, still in his hand. "What am I..."
This is taking far too long. You walk up to him, tap your glasses to increase the light flowing through them, and grab him by the horns, forcing him to look at you. You can see the glow of your glasses reflected in his eyes.
"Bulldozer, the light is so pretty, isn't it?"
"Yeah... but... it makes it hard to think when I look, I think I need... away...," he tries to turn his head, but you have a firm grip on his horns.
"Bulldozer, what does it feel like when you're looking at the light. Describe it to me. Be honest. Detailed."
"It feels...," he pauses, clearly struggling between his own impulse to look away and his desire to answer the question... "good?"
"It should make you feel good. You can feel it, can't you. Slowly filling your head. Making everything feel warm. Good."
"Yeah... but... think."
"That's normal, Bulldozer. As the light fills your mind, it pushes out your thoughts. There's nothing scary about it. You're letting the light in, because it makes you feel good. And it does feel good, doesn't it?
Wesley moves behind him, and gently begins massaging his neck again. Removing the physical tension would ease the process.
"Let the light fill you. Let it push out your thoughts. Let the light fill you. Feel it feel you. And when your head is completely filled with the light, you'll tell us, so we can continue..."
[[Wait.|Wait For Light]]
The bull resumes stripping, tugging the pants of his costume down his well-muscled legs.
<<if $nameGiven is false>>\
"Since you're so relaxed from the light, you'll have no trouble telling us your name. After all, you're not in uniform anymore, so it wouldn't be right to call you 'Bulldozer'."
"...Bradley" he mumbles drowsily.
<</if>>\
You watch silently as Bradley strips, enjoying the show as he steps out of his pants, revealing brightly colored underwear.
You admit, you hadn't expected that.
He pulls them down, exposing a modest cock. A part of you is relieved. He'll be easier for the other members of your collection to take.
Plus you won't have to have a custom cage ordered. Those things are expensive.
Once he's done stripping, he looks at you expectantly. Hm... what do you want to do...
You probably should have Wesley set him up with a training video. But... the entire process has made you a bit aroused... Perhaps you could sneak a little play in?
[[Feel him up.|Feel Up Bradley]]
[[Set him up with a training video.|Training Video]]
"Bradley, we need to inspect you. Stand at attention, hero, and don't move or speak unless ordered!"
"Yeash Sir" Bradley slurs and like a soldier pulls his arms to his sides. While naked the position leaves him rather exposed. Perfect.
You take a moment before dragging your paw from his neck down to his pectorals, enjoying the feel of the muscle there.
You drag it lower, feeling the power underneath his chiseled abs, before gently hovering over his crotch.
You're not surprised to see it half hard. The process of getting enthralled isn't unpleasant, after all - it's not like they don't want it.
Eventually, anyway.
But you're quite certain, after a day or two with you and Wesley, Bradley will look back on this day as the best in his life. It will be the day he found his proper purpose.
You hear a polite cough from behind you. "Sir, while I know you're impatient, perhaps we should //properly enthrall// our new hero before you start playing with him?"
"You're no fun at all," you say as you smile at Wesley.
"You have enough fun for the two of us," Wesley shoots back. "Let's get him educated."
[[Move to the living room.|Training Video]]
<<set $feltUp to true>><<if not $feltUp>>\
As eager as you are to play with him now, you’re even more eager to get him trained properly. Once he’s nice and conditioned, you’ll have all the time in the world. ‘Business before pleasure,’ you remind yourself.
<</if>>\
You and Wesley guide Bradley to the large couch in your living room, and sit him across from a large TV. Wesley makes a gesture and it flicks on, already showing a beautiful blue spiral.
"Who needs Alexa when I have you," you joke. Wesley visor shifts, just for a second, and you could have sworn it looked like he stuck his tongue out at you.
You really are too loose with him. Still... as the one person in your house that isn't enthralled, you suppose you can give him, and his excess of personality, a pass. For now.
Wesley is only gone a moment before he's fitting large padded headphones over Bradley's head. You know the moment it starts because you hear him groan.
The sounds were a mix of suggestions, binaural beats, and special frequencies designed to manipulate the brain. Wesley did an excellent job on them.
And, they did work fast. You could see the bull's cock was already starting to stiffen between his legs.
Next to you, you hear Wesley make a slight cought.
[[Look at Wesley.|Wesley's Request]]
Thanks for playing!
If you enjoyed this story, you can view my other furry works [[on FurAffinity|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/anonusr/]].
Also, if you'd like to read more of Wesley and Bradley's story, check out [[Professor Wolf's Preparation|https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47643124/]] by Sheeplike (this twine is a prequel to that story).
Special thanks to [[Sheeplike|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sheeplike/]] for their help and encouragement with this story, as well as Ajjaran, UnstableBill, Nickylion, pridebeef, bombingMission410, Selrach, and Vylraz for their help with playtesting.
The process is slow, but you can see it taking effect, how the 'light' slowly pushes out the thoughts in his mind.
You watch as his shoulders slump.
You see his posture begin to sag.
You notice his blinks get longer and longer.
Until, finally, you hear speak quietly. "My head is filled with the light."
[['"Good, now finish stripping. We need to help the light spread."'|Stripping Continued]]
<<set $nameGiven to false>>Dinner was delicious. Wesley had prepared a salmon with a soy glaze that was perfect. After giving yourself some time to digest, you shift into your evening robe and walk into the study.
A long time ago, before you had tenure and funding, you had felt foolish making the study as opulent as it is - the oak paneling wasn't cheap. Still, even then, you knew it was something you //wanted//.
You've gotten much better over the years at taking what you want. You're careful, of course, to not draw too much attention, to always catch and release, but if it's not hurting anyone, not really, why not enjoy life to the fullest?
You sink into the plush chair in the room. You're about to open the book you've left on the table when Wesley enters.
"I believe your latest acquisition is ready, sir. Would you like to inspect him now, or shall I keep him waiting until the morning?"
You hadn't expected doing this now, really you hadn't. The book is good.
...But, seeing a brainwashed bull with the body of an Adonis? Yeah, you can make time for that.
[['"Send him in, Wesley."'|Bradley in the Study]]You sit back and watch as Wesley ushers Bradley into the room. The bull is naked, hard, and clearly out of it. After a day or two of training, you'll be able to get him to act normally, even while in trance. But for now, you can appreciate this.
"Present, Bradly," Wesley says. Immediately Bradley straightens, puffing out his chest, clasping his hands behind his back.
"Now, Bradley, the Professor is going to ask you some questions. I expect you to answer them honestly, like the good obedient boy you are. And if you do a good job, you might even get a //reward//" he says, emphasizing the last word. You see Bradley let out a small gasp as a drop of pre gathers at the tip of his length.
Wesley does excellent work.
You clear your throat. "What is the purpose of a hero?"
The response is immediate. "A hero serves."
"And who do you serve, Bradley."
Again, the response is immediate. "You, Professor."
"And what would you do for me," you ask with a smile. You know his answer.
"Whatever you ask, Professor," he says emotionlessly.
"Good boy Bradley," you say with a smile. You turn to Wesley, "I'm not feeling up for working much tonight, but perhaps you could have him put on a show. And perhaps get a few photos for the book?"
"Of course sir. It would be my pleasure."
Wesley grabs a small instant camera from one of the shelves, turns toward Bradley, and snaps a photo.
//Click. Whirrrrrrr.//
You hear the camera's motor spring to life.
While you could go digital, you prefer this method. It's easier to track. And while it's a liability, it's a luxury you allow yourself. You turn to the bookcase and grab the photo album hidden in plain sight, and flick through it.
[[Look though the book.|Review the book]]The photo album has pages and pages of heroes. All undressed. All hypnotized. All obedient. Some people collect trophies. You collect this. The memories of them, completely and utterly brainwashed to your whim.
//Click. Whirrrrrr.//
You turn back to Bradley. He's now on his knees. One hand is pulling at a nipple, while the other is rubbing frantically against his cock.
"Feel your thoughts dripping slowly through your body," Wesley croons at him. "Feel the drip, drip, drip of your will, slowly dripping out of your mind and into your cock. Feel your thoughts gather. Ready to be expelled. Ready to be a good hero. A proper hero. A hero that serves."
You smile. The extra narration is unnecessary at this point, but Wesley puts on an excellent show, and you're excited to watch. You begin to paw at yourself through your robe.
"Now, as your thoughts drip down into your cock. Repeat your mantra. Each word will force more of your will down. Each syllable will shake more thoughts free. But you can only come when //every last thought// is gone. Begin"
"Good heroes serve.
I am a good hero.
I serve the Professor.
I obey.
Good heroes serve..."
Pre is flowing freely from the tip of his dick now. It won't be long. You can see the muscles of body, the muscles that will soon serve you, twitching as they approach release.
"...I serve the Professor. I obe-AHH!" Bradley's body shakes as though he's touched a live wire as he comes undone, shooting his load all over his chest. He breathes heavily for a few moments, before sagging onto the floor.
You wait a few moments, before taking a deep, stabilizing breath, and taking a sip of your coffee.
"Good show, Wes."
"Thank you, sir."
[[The End]]