S.M.U.T. Headquarters...

Director Groan sat as his desk in the Secret Ministry of Unknown Terrestrials Headquarters. Wet slurps came from underneath his desk as an agent dutifully sucked his cock under there. The agent's pupils glowed pink, a sign of Programmed Hypnosis sent directly into her mind that happened when Director Groan showed the agent a glowing screen on his phone. The Hypnosis Project was scrapped after realizing that it required extensive data of the target in order to properly activate and exert control over the mind of a person. Blood samples, DNA samples, dimensions, etc. By the time anyone could get that kind of data from a Cryptid or enemy, they probably have already been captured and under control.

However, Director Groan realized an opportunity, and requested a localized app on his phone that could trigger hypnosis on anyone whose full set of data was in the database the app was drawing from. He used S.M.U.T. staff data claiming to have it in the event of a mole or a traitor. Paranoia sells ideas, and Director Groan used it to his advantage gain unobstructed access to the minds of every agent. Since joining S.M.U.T. requires the submission of all that data to the organization, Director Groan could simply show a hot female agent the hypnosis screen on his app, and they would comply with his EVERY command. Best of all, he could instruct them to forget what just happened, making his life at S.M.U.T. VERY very comfortable.

He leaned back and groaned as he unleashed a flood of cum directly into the agent's mouth. Under no orders to stop, the agent dutifully swallowed the cum as she continued to bob her head up and down his shaft without skipping a beat, thoroughly sucking out every last drop.

"That's enough, you can stop now," Director Groan huffed, "Clean up any traces of sucking my dick and leave my office. When you do, forget everything that happened and regain consciousness."

"Yes sir," the agent replied in a monotone voice, before following his instructions to the tee.

He leaned back and sighed. Life was good. He recently got a generous bonus after his team captured the Wendigo. The powerful Cryptid was now confined in a maximum security prison deep deep underground below S.M.U.T. headquarters, with the only way in or out being a single state-of-the-art security elevator.

The agent finished cleaning any evidence of having blown and swallowed the sperm of her boss. She stood up and walked out of his office. After she left, she blinked and her eyes suddenly no longer had the pink glow.

"What was I doing here...?" she asked herself. She remembered being called over by the Director, but she couldn't remember any of their conversation.

"Oh no! What if I forgot something important?" she worried. She suddenly realized that her jaw was extremely sore, and that there was a weird taste in her mouth.

"I sure hope nothing bad happens," she said to herself as she began to head back to her station.

As she left, another agent ran past her and entered Director Groan's office.

"Director!" the agent shouted, "We've got another one!"

"Damned! Guess life can't be TOO easy," he said to himself.

"What was that Director?" the agent asked, leaning in to listen better.

"Nevermind. Give me a rundown of the Cryptid," he said, standing up from his desk.

The agent covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, "Oh uh... Director?.."

"What what is it!? We can't waste time right now!" Director Groan snapped.

"Your... penis..." was all she could manage as she pointed with her other hand.

Director Groan looked down and realized that he hadn't put his dick away, sighed, and picked up his phone as he walked toward the agent.

"Look at the real quick for me please," he commanded.

"Uh... sure what is i-" the agent's eyes turned a bright pink as the screen worked its magic in a second.

"Close the door behind you and lock it," Director Groan commanded, stroking himself to make his dick hard again, "And send a message to the others that we need an hour to discuss... strategy..."