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Noah knew it was late. Later than he should've been up. He was probably already late for... What did he have to do? He couldn't think of what he was late for. Instead of trying to remember, he got up and went to his closet. When he opened it, he was confused. All his clothes were gone, like they were just plain missing. Even his uniforms. He moved to his dresser and found the same thing, nothing was there not even his oldest most torn pair underwear. He immediately thought that it was a prank from his son, always messing with people, but it was another thing to mess with a man's underwear. Going downstairs, he could hear someone down there. It could only be one person.
"Stiles!" He yelled.
"In the kitchen," he yelled back. Stomping his way over, Noah found his son in the kitchen, wearing a robe. His robe to be precise. "Morning," Stiles said, cooking something on the stove. From the smell it was eggs and bacon. He turned off the stove and plated the food. It was only enough for one.
"Where are they?" Noah asked, crossing his arms. He didn't try to hide himself, if Stiles wanted to see him naked, Noah wasn't going to stop it.
Stiles looked up and didn't even react to seeing his father in the buff. "Where's what?"
"My clothes, Stiles. Where are my clothes?"
"What are you talking about? You destroyed them."
A memory flashed in front of Noah's eyes. He was in his room, tearing up his clothes, he started with his shirts and jeans and then moved to his underwear and finally his uniforms. They were all cut up and thrown into garbage bags that he threw away. He was like a man possessed as he tore the fabric of each thing he owned. But why would he do that?
"Why would...?"
"Because I told you to," Stiles said taking a big bite of one of the bacon strips.
"What?"
"I told you to destroy your clothes. Not really getting what's so confusing about that."
"What do you mean you told me and I did it. Why would I do something like that?"
"Well..."
"And don't say because you told me."
Stiles smirked. "I wasn't. I was going to say, well, it's because I hypnotized you about five months back."
"Hypnotized me? You really want me to believe that?"
"You are standing in front of me naked, aren't you?" Noah couldn't respond. "But the bigger question you must be wondering is, why? Why would I hypnotize my own father, or my friends for that matter."
"What?"
"Scott was a total accident. Well, at first," he pulled out his phone and selected something. Turning it towards the sheriff, he could see it was a muscle bound man with a dopey grin on his face, covered in cum. If it wasn't for the tattoos, and a few more that were added, it would've been difficult to see that it was Scott. "But he looks happy being a cum dump. And he's been gaining so much muscle from being at the gym all the time." He swiped to the next picture. Isaac was wearing leather pants and shiny leather boots, he was a little more muscular and cut his hair to a buzz cut. At his feet was Liam who was in a black jockstrap with a chain collar around his neck, a chain leash was connected to it and Isaac was the one holding on to the end. "Isaac needed to be comfortable with his new alpha powers and Liam wanted someone to control him so I'd say it was a perfect match." Another picture. It was on Danny taking a selfie with Jackson. It looked like an innocent picture but while Danny was looking at the camera, smiling, Jackson had his tongue out and was trying to look at his friend with the love of a pet in his eyes. "Jackson might not be a friend... but he is someone I hypnotized. At least Danny seems happy." The next picture made Noah recoil. It was of Peter in just a diaper playing with some toy cars Stiles had given him. "Peter is a lot better now. We actually took him out of trance but he begged to be put under again. He doesn't have to remember that his family is gone or even any of the awful things he's done in his life. And he's already got a very good daddy to take care of him." He went to the next photo of Peter asleep with his head in Derek's lap. Derek is combing his hand through Peter's hair.
"Why are you doing this?" Noah asked, his voice quiet.
"You're becoming a broken record, Daddy-o." He smirked. "So let's just end that shall we?" Noah was about to say something but... "Slave." His face went blank as he fell to his knees. "Crawl over here," he said, opening the robe and revealing his semi hard cock. Right in front of Stiles's cock, his father didn't move, waiting for the command. "Suck." He moved forward and took the cock into his mouth, sucking it as it got harder. Noah never took his mouth off the cock and didn't lift his hand to steady the thrusts down his throat. "Ready for your first meal of the day?" He grabbed hold of the sheriff's head and started pounding away, using his father's face like a human Fleshlight. Stiles pulled him down all the way, cumming down Noah's throat. "Now stay right there," he said, smirking as he watched his father breath with a cock down his throat. "I bet you're thirsty. Have a drink." Stiles started pissing. "That's right, drink my piss, Sheriff." Immediately, Noah snapped out of his trance but couldn't move away as his son continued to piss in his mouth. "Swallow," Stiles commanded. Noah tried not to but it was getting to be too much so he swallowed the piss in his mouth. When Stiles was done, he pushed Noah back, who was trying to heave but nothing was coming up. "It wasn't that bad."
"Why are you doing this to me?" He was starting to tear up.
Stiles's face grew serious. He leaned forward, looking at Noah in the eye. "Because I don't need a dad anymore. I haven't needed one since Mom died. You abandoned me."
"I thought..."
"Yeah, we talked about it, but no one gets over being abandoned, especially a kid." Tears escaped Noah's eyes. "So I'm going to keep doing this until you break."
"You can't. Someone will find out..."
"Like your deputies? They're too busy fucking Jordan to do anything else."
"What did you do to them?"
"To be honest... I don't know. I think I created a time bubble over the station and it restarts itself every day. Kind of like what I did to you, just in a longer period until you reset."
"What do you mean?"
"Every Sunday you rest to thinking that you're the sheriff still--"
"Still?"
"Well, you've been gone for a while and also there isn't really a sheriff department in town anymore."
"How long have you been doing this to me?"
"I already told you, five months. Now as I was saying, every Sunday you rest, so guess what day it is, and I have to give you the whole speech again. But I think you're getting closer to cracking." Stiles grabbed his phone again and looked for something, when he found it he showed his father. It was the start of a video that Stiles started. The former sheriff was front and center, riding a large dildo, drooling on himself. His nipples were pierced with small gold hoops and a small pink cage was around his dick. Watching that, Noah moved his hand down and felt the piercings and the cage. "What's your name?" Stiles on the video said. He had to repeat it louder so it registered.
"I'm..." He was panting and moaning. "I'm...I am... SLAVE!" He shouted driving the dildo all the way up, cum dripping out of the cage.
The video ended. Noah was in disbelief that it was him on that video, but he knew it was. That was his fate.
"That was yesterday, by the way," Stiles informed. "And when you break, Noah Stilinski will be no more. You'll be too far gone and you won't be able to reset. Fun, isn't it. Now let's get you riding that dildo again, Slave." Noah slumped forward and followed his master to the old guest room that still had renovated to train his slave. Picking out a dildo, one that wasn't too big, he then suctioned it to the floor. "Ride this dildo for two hours. Then eat, something simple that won't get too messy. And then come back in here and use one of the bigger dildos until you cum. You got all that?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, I have to get ready soon, I have another date with Derek tonight, so I won't be able to watch the fun. But don't worry, if you break, I'll be able to see it. There are cameras all over the room. So have fun, Dad, I'll be back later." With that he left. The commands kicked in. Noah walked over to the dildo and slid down to the base. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he would break, he'd stop being Noah and end up as Slave. Starting to bounce up and down, he figured it would be sooner rather than later.