© 2002
By: Count Von Hypnolot
Everything
was a fog. Total darkness but for that one resonating voice that seemed to echo
out of nowhere. A cerebral stillness, paralysis almost seemed to engulf
everything in Han’s clouded periphery – his mind asleep, his will no longer his
own. He could feel his naked, nubile body being commandeered, occasionally even
touched, licked, but like his paralyzed mindscape his body was motionless,
frozen in a mock-soldier’s attentive stance. Never before had he felt this
powerless, this uninhibited, utterly vulnerable. And then that commanding voice
speaking directly into his sleeping brain:
-“You will hypnotize your friends and bring them to
me!” came the autocratic voice that seemed to emanate from everywhere.
Han felt compelled to repeat the command, though he
wondered how he would comply with this most bizarre request.
-“I…I will hypnotize my friends and bring them to
you.” His voice was drawn, monotonous and vacant. In fact, it didn’t even sound
like his own.
The nineteen-year old freshman, an exchange student
from Kobe, Japan, was totally helpless to resist. For a brief moment, his
subconscious self seemed to wander off, as he wondered how he ever got into
this weird dreamscape, but all too quickly, he decided to just go with the
dream. It was after all, the first dream he ever had where he played the part
of submissive.
-“You will only hypnotize your male friends!” The
voice was back and instinctively, Han knew he had to repeat the instruction,
however odd.
-“I will only hypnotize my male friends.” Came Han’s
robotic response.
And then that voice again, this time closer, as if
its source was practically on top of him:
-“You will remove their shoes and socks and lust after
their bare feet!”
-“I will remove their shoes and socks and lust after
their bare feet.” Han’s mind was racing now at the thought of doing what he had
been ordered to do. How would he accomplish all this and moreover, why would he
want to? He always thought women’s feet were ugly, never mind men’s feet! He
could hardly imagine himself lusting after men’s bare feet!
-“Han! Listen to me! Listen to your master and
obey!” The voice that seemed to be simultaneously emanating from every point in
the universe, was now commanding his complete, focalized attention.
His mind slipped willingly and intently into the
commandeering voice before him. He could feel something on his own bare feet,
but not until the voice started up again did he realize it was someone else’s
bare toes standing atop his.
-“Han, you are gay! You lust after men! You want to
hypnotize them and render them barefoot! This turns you on. Doesn’t it?”
Han’s mind was having difficulty processing the
first piece of the puzzle. He wasn’t gay, was he? As he struggled to repeat the
command, he could feel his penis being manhandled. The voice soon started up
again, this time speaking directly into his ear, more powerfully, deeply.
-“Han, listen to my voice. I am your master. You are
my slave. You must obey your master! Repeat that!”
-“I must obey my master.” Han answered back
instantaneously, immediately feeling the joyous sensation of lust emanate from
his now seething loins.
-“Now Han, you are gay. You lust after men, you want
to hypnotize them and render them barefoot before bringing them to me! REPEAT!”
The voice sounded more authoritative than it had ever before and Han felt
compelled to obey the words and repeat them, in his choppy, robotic voice:
-“I am gay. I lust after men. Must hypnotize them.
Must make them barefoot… bring them to you…” Hans mind was now spinning with
its new set of commands. His first thought, how he would hypnotize his college
roommate Garret and how he longed to see Garret’s bare feet again. He never
paid any attention to Garret’s feet, but somehow instinctively he knew he
wanted to see him barefoot, again, and soon!
His assailant dislodged from his feet and he felt
some relief. At only 140 pounds, Han wasn’t that big and somehow he knew
whoever was standing on him was bigger and heavier than he was. A few more
commands came, but Han’s subconscious kept them from his conscious mind and as
the fog started to lift from his dozing head, he was able to make out a figure,
standing now in the darkened far left corner of the room, eyeing him
inquisitively.
-“Jeff?” Han mouthed as he slowly came back to
reality.
-“Yes Han. You may get dressed now but you will
leave your socks with me.”
-“I understand.” Han was awake but still in some
kind of hypnotic fog. It didn’t register with him that he was in his psychology
teacher’s office talking with his T.A. and totally naked! Never mind that he
just told his T.A. that he could keep his socks!
Han sat back down on the chair. His body ached all
over from the strain of standing so straight but he managed to pull his sweater
over his head. His underwear and pants were a bit more of a struggle as his
legs seemed numb, but he managed them. His shoes and socks were over where Jeff
was standing.
-“I just have to get my shoes…” Han slowly got up
and began walking toward the handsome psychology T.A. Six feet tall, blue eyes,
blondish-red hair. How come Han had never noticed how cute he was? He leaned
down to pick up his size eight loafers when he realized Jeff was barefoot much
like him. Then, much to his dumbfounded surprise, rather than reach for his
shoes, he fell to the floor on all fours; kneeling, he began to voraciously
kiss and lick Jeff’s bare feet.
-“Excellent Han. I think you are ready!” Jeff
exclaimed, an aura of victory to his voice.
-“Yes master. I am ready to do your bidding.” Han
responded monotonously as he continued to satiate himself in Jeff’s huge feet.
Jeff took a seat in the chair, allowing Han access to his enormous soles. Han
was in ecstasy as he manhandled and fondled, licked and even gently bit at
every inch of his T.A.’s feet. His penis was bulging through his pants, he
wanted to cum so badly, he was so turned on by Jeff’s bare feet! With Jeff’s
left foot in his mouth, he instinctively used his free hand to position Jeff’s
right foot directly atop his own erection. It wasn’t long after that Han
collapsed onto the floor, his pants covered in semen. He couldn’t move. He went
to sleep. Deep sleep…
Seeing the collapsed Japanese boy on the floor, Jeff
smiled slyly, stood up and went to the phone to place a call. There was a
moment of silence before Jeff began to speak.
-“Yes master.” His voice sounding more like a robot
then a 21-year old college student. “I have hypnotized Han as you ordered. He
is ready to do your bidding. I await
further commands…”
***
-“I’m telling you Han, I don’t know if it will work
on me.” Garret whined, almost like a baby. Truth be told, he had a long, hard
day, half of it spent arguing with a chemistry professor over a grade he
believed he wrongfully received. The last thing he wanted to do was participate
in more school-related bullshit.
-“Garret, listen to me. Have you ever been
hypnotized before?” Han asked as Garret sat down on his bed preparing to remove
his shoes.
-“Nah, not really. When I was in elementary or
Junior High one of my buddy’s once tried it on me, but I’m too strong willed!”
Garret boasted as he tore off his converse sneakers, throwing them half-way
across the room.
Suddenly Han’s attention was drawn to his roommate’s
socked feet. It was as if his gaze was magnetized to them.
-“Yo, Han! What are you hypnotized or something?”
Garret asked jokingly while snapping his fingers in Han’s direction.
-“Huh? Oh sorry. Nah I was just looking at your feet.
What size shoe do you wear?” Han asked still slightly disoriented, but ever
curious.
-“Thirteen, why, what do you care?” Garret asked as
he massaged his socked feet still sitting on the bed unwinding.
-“I dunno. I always wished I had bigger feet. I only
wear a size eight.” Han replied sadly.
-“Big fuckin’ deal! Man, I can think of more
important things than the size of your feet! Get my drift Kamasaki? HA HA! So
what’s this deal with your psychology class and why waste your time hypnotizing
me? If anything, you should try it on some girl you want to fool around with!
That way if it really works, you can at least feel her up!” Garret joked as he
began to peel of his socks, seeming to ready himself for a shower.
Han picked up on it too.
-“Are you taking a shower?” He asked Garret as
nonchalantly as his turned on body could allow.
-“Yeah, then I’m gonna hit the sheets, I’m bushed!”
and with that Garret took off his Tommy Hilfiger jersey revealing the sculpted
and bronzed physique of a swimmer- very different than Han’s undeveloped, thin,
child-like body.
-“The hot water is off. We got a notice this
afternoon. It’s off until tomorrow morning.” Han blatantly lied to his
half-naked roommate, for what reason, he knew not.
-“Ah shit! My luck man!” Garret stepped out of his
pants so that now all he had on was his yellow and black boxers.
-“Guess I’ll just go to bed then.” Garret announced
to the air as much as he did to Han.
-“Wait, Garret. I need to hand in this hypnosis
report tomorrow by lunch and since you’re going to bed anyway, can’t I try to
hypnotize you?” Han was practically begging now.
-“I guess you can try – but I should warn you - I’ve
got a strong will – my ex-girlfriend once tried to hypnotize me too and it
didn’t work. But, ok, go for it!” Garret challenged as he plopped himself down
on his bed, bare feet facing Han. For the first time, Han got a good look at
his roommate’s bare soles. He had seen Garret barefoot before, many times, but
never seemed to notice how sexy the bottoms of his feet were.
-“So, are you gonna hypnotize me or stare at my feet
all night?” Garret joshed the semi-entranced Han.
-“Sorry. Are you comfortable?” Han asked with
mock-concern.
-“Sure. Go ahead. Hypnotize me!” Garret practically
ordered. Han laughed to himself. Soon it would be him giving the orders, not
the other way around.
Without even thinking, Han stuck his hand in his
pocket and removed what looked like a mini-flashlight. He looked at it for a
couple of seconds, at first uncertain what to do with it. Then it all came back
to him.
-“Garret, this is a strobe pocket light. I’m going
to use this to hypnotize you.” He explained as he turned the pocket light on
and the room’s lights off.
-“Whatever, just make it quick, I’m feelin’ kinda
hypmatized already if you know what I mean!” Garret yawned and stretched for
the last time under his own free will.
Han approached his roommate’s bedside, sat down on
the side of the bed and turned the light into Garret’s eyes.
-“Whoa, this is gonna give me a headache!” Garret
winced.
-“Just keep staring at the light – it will get
easier to do so. Listen to the sound of my voice Garret, let it take you to the
most relaxing space you’ve ever been to. That’s right, keep looking into the
light and listening to my voice… You want to sleep, sleep, you are very tired,
let your mind relax, let your mind open to my voice. Your eyes Garret, your
eyes are now transfixed to the light…”
Garret stared blindly into the light and managed a
response,
-“Uh – yeah…” his voice trailing off into oblivion.
-“Sleep Garret, sleeeep! Clear your mind of the
day’s troubles and listen to my voice taking you deeper and
deeper and deeper into hypnosis.” Han amazed even
himself, where had he learned to hypnotize, he wondered.
-“So relaxed now Garret, your body is totally limp –
feel the numbness beginning to engulf your toes, your feet and ankles as it
spreads up your legs. Your mind is a blank, you hear only my voice, only my
voice and you know you must obey...”
-“Obey...” Garret responded back, already slightly
under. The light was still flashing in his eyes, but his eyes were nearly shut,
his body, noticeably more relaxed. Han picked up Garret’s arm and let it fall
back to the bed – Garret was as limp as a jellyfish, now it was time to turn
his mind to jelly.
-“Focus on my voice Garret. You are deeply
hypnotized. You must focus on my voice – give me the control! Let me guide you
through your trance!”
-“Trance.” Was all the entranced Garret could manage
to blurt back.
Han got off the bed and stood there for a few
seconds in the dark, admiring the speed with which it all worked. Garret was
under his power, staring vacantly at the ceiling, almost naked and totally
oblivious to his surroundings. Now it was time to have some fun…
Han walked to the foot of the bed and kneeled on the
floor, placing his nose and mouth right up against Garret’s bare soles. It was
heavenly. Even though his roommate didn’t shower, his feet didn’t reek of
staleness and sweat but moreover of chlorine. He deduced Garret had swimming
practice earlier.
Han himself was hypnotized staring at Garret’s plump
and juicy feet, he kneeled paralyzed as he allowed his eyes and mind to focus
intently on Garret’s bare soles. Soon, he had a need for some action. He could
no longer control himself. He began to lick his roommate’s soles, and soon
found himself holding both of Garret’s feet in his hands and massaging his
penis in a rhythmic motion that seemed weirdly familiar. A few times he
wondered to himself what he was doing, but his conditioning took over and
commandeered his subconscious mind, imploring it to continue. That is, until
Han’s cum found itself all over the sleeping Garret’s arches and heels.
He exploded onto him in three giant bursts and once
satiated, he nonchalantly dropped Garret’s feet to the bed, leaving them
dangling off, covered and dripping in his seed. As he pulled his penis away
from Garret’s cum-drenched feet, a string of semen almost two feet long
connected Han’s manhood to the sleeping Garret’s heel; until finally, Garret’s
heel won, snapping that rubber band of cum out of Han’s penis and onto his
awaiting foot.
The hypnotized Han made his way back to the
headboard where Garret lay, paralyzed in hypnotic sleep, his now deflating
penis still fully exposed, practically in Garret’s face.
-“That’s right Garret. You must obey me! In a moment
I am going to wake you up. You will get dressed and come with me to my T.A.’s
dorm room. Is that understood?” Han checked to see that Garret was processing
everything he heard.
-“Get dressed. Go with you…” Garret replied back,
obediently.
-“You will get fully dressed but you will not put on
your socks – you will instead go barefoot in your sneakers and you will not
realize that your feet are covered in cum. Do you understand?”
-“Barefoot, no cum, unda-stand.”
Han quickly got himself dressed and ready, while
continuing,
-“Now at the count of three, you will wake up and
like a robot you will carry out my instructions! 1-2-3!”
-“See I told you I couldn’t be hypnotized!” Garret
snubbed his friend. “So whose this T.A. we’re going to? And why are we going
there so late?”
Garret then rose out of bed and began to get
dressed, mechanically, not questioning any further what he was doing. Han
smiled to himself, watching Garret intently as he slipped his sticky bare feet
into his sneakers.
***
Han knocked on Room 330 as previously instructed.
Within moments, a half-dressed Jeff appeared at the doorway.
-“Han, and this must be your roommate Garret? Come
in! Come in!” He greeted the two amicably enough.
Both Han and Garret looked at Jeff in awe – his body
was that of a weightlifter and very intimidating. Since he wasn’t wearing a
shirt, it was all either of them could do but gawk at the powerhouse that
greeted them at the door. Garret snapped to first.
-“Uh look no offense, but what are we doing here at
midnight on a Tuesday night?” Garret asked both Jeff and Han.
Jeff looked both men over before responding.
-“If you don’t mind, could you take off your shoes
guys? I just had my carpets washed and I want to keep them clean!”
Han and Garret removed their shoes in unison.
Neither was wearing any socks, but this didn’t seem the least bit odd to either
of them. Jeff, for his part wasn’t wearing any either.
-“Han brought you here because he was hypnotized to
do so!” Jeff began as the trio made their way to Jeff’s living room area.
-“You mean Han is hypnotized?” Garret asked
incredulously, sitting down on the couch. As soon as Garret made that
statement, Han stood at military attention, his arms suddenly out-stretched
before him like a sleepwalker.
-“Holy shit! Look at him! He’s fuckin’ hypnotized!”
Garret exclaimed, partially in shock, partially in fear.
-“And so are you Garret!” Jeff beamed as he flung
the pocket strobe light out of his pocket and hit the unsuspecting eyes of the
swim team’s finest new recruit.
-“I..er..wha?” Garret couldn’t formulate a sentence.
In his mind he suddenly knew that he had been hypnotized by Han before but
couldn’t remember anything that had happened during or since. He was now frozen
in the strobe’s bathing light again, unable to move, unable to speak.
-“As for you Han, you will report to Professor
Vine’s house. It is just off campus – here is the address. The professor is
waiting for you now!”
-“I…yes master.” Han was going to question the
order, but was suddenly overwhelmed with a compulsive need to obey.
He put his shoes back on and left the dormitory
heading out toward the main road in an almost sleepwalking state.
He walked for thirty minutes, the cold air nearly
clearing all the cobwebs from his mind. Several times he questioned himself,
what was he doing out in the darkness in the middle of the night, on this quiet
stretch of road leading up to Carper’s College? And then he saw the tiny
cottage, with the lights on and knew instinctively he had to be there.
He rang the doorbell and was greeted by his
professor holding yet another portable strobe device, which he shone in Han’s
eyes much like Jeff had.
-“Come in Han – come, come to me!” came the
commanding voice.
Han’s arms flung forward, so that like a
sleepwalker, he entered the professor’s house in a daze, repeating the
instruction as was previously done,
-“Come…” his voice was robotic, removed.
-“That’s right Han – come to your master! Obey your
master!” Han couldn’t resist but to move closer to his master.
-“Now Han, we’re going to turn you into a statue.
You’d like that don’t you?”
-“A statue?” Han’s mind was processing the wording.
-“That’s right – you like the idea of being a statue
don’t you, slave?” the professor coaxed.
-“Yes master.” Han responded not even sure he
understood the question.
-“Come with me Han. Come downstairs and I will
introduce you to my other statues…”
-‘Yes master.’ Han responded and continued to walk
toward the professor with his arms outstretched.
In the basement there were four other men on raised
platforms of sorts. All four were in identical positions: On their knees, arms
seemingly plastered to their thighs, rigid, as if at attention, eyes open wide
and vacant, staring straight ahead. All four men’s bare feet were dangling off
their platforms, and all were naked, sporting nearly fully hardened erections.
-“Han, I’d like you to meet my collection of
hypnotized men-statues – this is Tyrone, this is Jean-Claude, Chad and this is
Shaun. You know Shaun, from psychology class?”
-“Yes master.” Han responded back.
-“Since you are new to our school and you don’t know
that many people I figured you’d do better here, as part of my collection. You
did hypnotize your roommate Garret though did you not?”
-“Yes master, Garret is hypnotized and with Jeff
now.”
-“And he is on the swim-team, correct?”
-“Yes master.”
-“Excellent, so Garret and Jeff can continue where
you left off. For now Han, why don’t you take your place alongside Tyrone!”
-“Yes master!” Han was lead up to a podium style
elevation in the middle of the room. Once standing on it, the professor pushed
his shoulders down so that he was on his knees, right alongside Tyrone Robins.
He could then feel his feet being dragged and his body manipulated into
position. Then his shoes were pulled off his feet, as were his sweater and
pants. Han could not move. Finally the professor pushed Tyrone and Han together
so that their arms and thighs were side-by-side.
-“Excellent Han, now you are frozen, you cannot move
an inch except for your penis which will harden stiff like the rest of you.”
The paralyzed Han had no choice but to freeze in
total obedience, his bare flesh in direct contact with Tyrone, a six foot seven
inch tall basketball player that was supposedly expelled for drug use at the
beginning of the semester. As his penis hardened into position, Han could feel
his mind vacating – leaving him, as if he were no longer there. A small tear
fell down his cheek as Doctor Vine took a moment to admire his latest addition.
-“Oh yes, you will do just nicely Han, just nicely
indeed.”
Doctor Vine then made his way behind the frozen
nineteen year old where he had a perfect view of Han’s and Tyrone’s backsides –
their backs, asses and bare feet – frozen in time, hanging over the podium,
they were so inviting. He couldn’t help himself but to bend over and fondle
Tyrone and Han’s frozen feet, together, as if they belonged to one statuesque
form. Soon his trophy room would be full and the next phase of the master plan
initiated…
***
Garret stood absolutely motionless, frozen in time –
his body a metal beam. His clothes had been removed. His long muscular arms
glued to his muscular torso, his bare feet, still covered in dried-up cum,
perfectly aligned and side-by-side; his neck stretched upward and forward, like
a soldier in a drill inspection. He had no clue where he was. He was even
starting to lose track of who he was as the foreign voice continued to pipe
into his mind like a self-help tape. Only he wasn’t being helped.
-“Garret, do you know what Han and I have done to
you?” the voice seemed almost sinister, deep-throated and raspy.
-‘Hypnotized…me’ Garret replied back. Though he had
taken leave of most if not all of his senses, somehow in the back of his mind,
he still knew he was deeply hypnotized.
-“Yes Garret, very good. You like being hypnotized,
don’t you?” Jeff asked while adjusting his shorts to free his own ever-rising
member.
-“Yeth – b-ut… can’t move…” his voice was strained
like the rest of his rigid body.
-“That’s right Garret, you can’t move. You are so
deeply hypnotized, you cannot move. You are under my control now Garret, you
must obey me! Say it!”
-“Under your control. Must obey…” He shot back as if
he were at a vocal tennis match.
-“I am your master Garret. Only Professor Vine and
myself control you now – you will refer to both of us as your master, is that
understood?”
-“My master. Yes master.”
Jeff took a moment to admire Garret’s body – well
sculpted, bronzed from all those afternoons at the outdoor pool, barely any
body hair on him but for some yellowish strands on his legs and chest. His
crotch was a different story though. Jeff had never seen a blond guy with brown
genital hair. He found himself fascinated and drawn to that region. At about
six feet tall, Garret was a very good looking specimen, one he knew would one
day be put on display at Professor Vine’s museum.
-“Garret listen to your master and obey!” Jeff
snapped himself out of his reverie.
-“Obey…”
-“Who are your three best friends?” Jeff inquired.
-“Matthew, Warren and Vlad.” Garret didn’t even have
to think – he had known all three since Junior High school, they swam together,
spent most of their summers together and were now enrolled in Carper’s College,
together.
-“Describe Matthew to me. What does Matthew look
like?” Jeff probed the entranced nineteen-year old.
-“Matthew is cool. He’s funny. Makes me laugh.”
Garret spoke fondly of his best friend.
-“No, no, Garret – what does Matthew look like? How
tall is he?”
-“My height I guess.”
-“What color hair does he have?”
-“Brownish.”
-“And his eyes?”
-“I dunno. I… I can’t remember.” Garret tried to
remember if his friend’s eyes were blue or green, but he just couldn’t picture
them in his mind’s eye.
-“Would you describe Matthew as good-looking?” Jeff
prodded further.
-“I guess so.” Garret always thought Matthew was
better looking than himself, but somehow it was he who ended up with all the
hot dates, Matthew usually wound up with his leftovers, or discards as he
called them.
-“You are going to hypnotize Matthew. Repeat that
command Garret!” Jeff ordered.
-“Hypnotize Matthew… b…but, how?” Garret couldn’t
imagine himself trying to hypnotize one of his buddies. For one thing, he
didn’t know the first thing about hypnotism.
-“I am going to teach you slave. You must hypnotize
Matthew and bring him to me is that clear?”
-“Must hypnotize Matthew and bring him to you… Clear
master.” Garret was being reprogrammed bit by bit and was powerless to do
anything about it.
-“Once Matthew is hypnotized you will take off his
socks!” Jeff commanded.
-“Take off his socks…” Garret responded back,
already conditioned to his required repetition of commands.
-“You like Matthew’s bare feet, don’t you?” Jeff
asked.
-“No master.” Garret responded truthfully, having
never given his friend’s feet a thought.
-“You long to see Matthew in his bare feet Garret,
repeat that!”
-“I long to see Matthew in his bare feet.”
-“In fact, Matthew’s bare feet turn you on. REPEAT!”
-“Matthew’s bare feet turn me on.”
-“Now what about Vlad and Warren, are they good
looking too?” Jeff asked, wondering if Garret could successfully hypnotize his
three friends simultaneously.
-“I dunno. Why?” Garret’s first bout of rebellion
since he had entered Jeff’s room and went into hypnotic trance.
-“Obey your master Garret! I am asking you these
questions because you are going to hypnotize all of them for me. You are also
attracted to Vlad and Warren aren’t you?”
-‘No… please… I… er… I…” Garret pleaded.
-“Yes Garret. You are attracted to Vlad, Matthew and
Warren repeat that!”
-“I… I… am attracted to Vlad, Matthew and Warren.”
Garret replied back, shocked that he was being manipulated as such.
-“Now describe Vlad for me slave!” Jeff barked,
losing patience.
-“Vlad is shorter than me – black hair, hairy all
over… still talks with an accent. He’s from Ukraine or Russia.”
-“And what about Warren? What does he look like?”
-“Warren has red hair, blue eyes and is a little
taller than me – he’s got more muscles than any of us…” Garret was always a
little jealous of Warren’s physique.
-“Garret, you are going to hypnotize Vlad and Warren
as well – and just like with Matthew you are going to take off their socks.
Your penis will harden like a rock when you see your friends hypnotized and
barefoot and you will need to masturbate, on their feet!” Jeff was pushing him
against the wall.
-“Penis…harden…friends…hypnotized…barefoot…masturbate…yes
master.”
Garret’s reality was spinning off its axis.
Jeff was satisfied that Garret had received as much
conditioning as his being could tolerate, at least for the first session. Now
all that remained was to teach Garret how to hypnotize his three best friends.
***
-“Oh c’mon dude, you ain’t ever had Roseanne
Lockhart, she’s the biggest prude on campus!” Matthew ribbed his friend Warren
playfully.
-“Yeah I heard she was saving herself until
marriage!” Vlad added in.
-“Yeah well, maybe we’re getting married!” Warren
answered stupidly, more for lack of an appropriate comeback line.
Vlad and Matthew laughed at their friend Warren. He
might have been a looker, somewhat popular with the dumber ladies, but he wasn’t
that popular, and he certainly wasn’t the smartest in the group.
The three friends walked toward Building D where
they had swim practice. The gym was housed in Building D, but it was also part
of the Fine-Arts department, so the threesome had become accustomed to seeing
freaky looking students around the main entrance. This time was no different –
standing right by the doorway, a Gothic, pierced-all-over, blue haired smoker
named Nick. The three had run into him before and usually jabbed him about his
fruitcake appearance.
-“Well, if it isn’t little blue boy!” Matthew
kibitzed, a jab far tamer than his usual repartee.
-“Oh fuck off!” Nick cajoled back.
-“So that’s what he wants dudes, he wants us to fuck
him!” Warren joked.
-“Yeah he only wishes!” Vlad threw in.
Matthew looked the blue haired freak up and down,
surmising a few things about his sexual orientation.
-“You know if I were you Nick, I’d put a dress on
and join a freak show, I think that look would be best for you!” Matthew
laughed aloud at his own thought.
-“C’mon guys leave him alone. He’s probably down to
his last Prozac anyway!” Vlad joked as he yanked the door open.
The three amigos made their way into the building,
downstairs, to where the gym and swimming pool were located.
-“Hey are we meeting Garret here?” Vlad asked his
friends as he opened the door to the locker room.
-“I dunno, I tried calling his place this morning
but he wasn’t there!” Matthew announced as he sat down on his regular bench and
began to take his swim gear out of his gym bag.
-“He probably scored again. Who was it last week?
Tricia something?” Vlad asked the other two.
-“Tricia Morrison. And I think he’s had two other
chicks since then!” Warren boasted for his normally braggart friend.
-“Alls I know is if I were getting as much action as
Garret, I’d be failing every frickin’ course I was taking including swimming!”
Matthew joked moronically as he whipped off his sweatshirt in a single motion.
The three laughed in unison and continued to strip
down to their underpants. When Vlad and Matthew were naked and Warren down to
his last few bits of underclothing, the slipshod looking Garret stumbled in,
nearly tripping over his own two feet in the process.
-“Hey guys, am I late?” Garret asked nonchalantly as
he took a locker right next to Vlad’s.
-“Nah, we’re all early!” Warren replied.
-“Cool, ‘cause I wanted to do some warm…” Garret’s
words were cut short when he leaned down to unlace his shoes and noticed all
three of his friends standing alongside him, barefoot. He had never noticed
their feet before, but somehow he was strangely drawn to them, even gawking at
them.
-“Dude, what’s up with you?” Matthew asked Garret,
pushing him to the side of his locker.
-“Oh, sorry, I just zoned out there for a minute –
I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
-“Yeah like which girl to pop next!” Matthew jabbed.
-“Well, I’m gonna go do some dives, I’ll see you
guys in the pool!” Warren announced, and he started for the main-shower area
which lead to the pool complex.
-“Yeah I’m ready too, see you inside Garret.”
Matthew tagged after Warren.
-“I’ll wait for you Garret.” Vlad volunteered.
-“Thanks Vladdy. Hey, have you ever been
hypnotized?” Garret found himself asking the question without even thinking why
he was asking it.
-“Hypnotized? As in you are getting sleepy? No why?”
Vlad asked.
Garret’s face turned expressionless as he reached
into his gym bag and procured the pocket strobe light given to him by Jeff.
-“What’s that?” Vlad asked.
Garret didn’t hear him. In his mind, a mantra of
sorts was replaying itself – “Hypnotize Vlad…Hypnotize Vlad…Hypnotize Vlad…”
-“Here, look at this!” Garret pointed the device
directly in Vlad’s eyes.
-“Hey! That thing is hurting my eyes! What’s the big
idea?” Vlad asked his entranced friend.
-“Just keep looking at the light Vlad, you’ll soon
find out!” Garret ordered.
-“What is it gonna hypnotize me or something?” Vlad
turned back toward it and seemed willing to play along.
-“It makes you sleepy Vlad – sleepy… your eyes, so
heavy, so relaxed. Listen to the sound of my voice, hear my voice as you relax
deeper and deeper into the light. Sleeeep!” Garret droned on with his
pre-arranged script that Jeff had given him. Vlad for all his resistance was
now unable to look away from the entrancing light.
-‘Shit, you’re really hypnotizing me!” were the last
words out of Vlad’s mouth before he went into light trance.
-“So relaxed Vlad – you hear only my voice, all
other sounds are blocked out, only my voice to guide you through this. Sleep
now Vlad, that’s right – sleep deeply. Close your eyes now Vlad and go to
sleep.” Garret droned on.
-“Sleepy.” Vlad acknowledged as his eyes closed and
his head plopped down on his chest. He was standing but off balance somewhat so
Garret grabbed the five foot nine inch friend by the shoulders and directed him
to sit down on the bench behind them.
-“So relaxed now Vlad, you will do anything I tell
you, because you trust me, right?” Garret checked to see how deeply Vlad was
under, picking up his bare arm and letting it fall back down to his side like a
limp banana peel. Vlad was hypnotized.
-“Trust you.” Vlad repeated.
-“Now Vlad, I want you to put your left foot on your
right knee, that’s it, very good Vlad!” Garret was salivating. Not only had he
managed to hypnotize Vlad but now he got to stare at the sole of his buddy’s
foot for as long as he wanted. Vlad’s foot wasn’t all that long, but what it
lacked in length it made up for in width – Vlad had very wide feet, Garret
guessed he wore a size ten or so.
-“Vlad, what size shoe do you wear?” he asked,
almost sounding like his old self, but never once taking his eyes off of Vlad’s
bare foot.
-“Ten and a half.” Vlad could barely speak the words
he was so exhausted, so removed.
Garret knelt down on the floor so that his face was
right up against Vlad’s bare foot. He took a large whiff and then with his
tongue, a large lick up and down his buddy’s left foot.
He wasn’t able to cum though – for some reason, he
just couldn’t. Instead, more of his programming kicked in.
-“Vlad, you are going to get dressed and come with
me to my friend Jeff’s room, he wants to meet you. You will get fully dressed,
but you will leave your socks with me. Is that clear?” Garret asked his
motionless friend as he pocketed Vlad’s socks.
-“Yeah. No socks.” Vlad responded vacantly.
-“Now at the count of three you will carry out my
orders. If anyone asks why we are skipping swimming practice today, it’s for
personal reasons, you got that?”
-“Yes – personal reasons.”
-“Excellent, now get dressed Vlad and hurry!”
Vlad shook himself alert more or less, rising like
an automaton. He walked slowly to his locker to take out the clothes he had
only moments earlier hung up.
-“So who’s this Jeff person we’re going to see?” Vlad
asked as he slipped his pants back on.
-“A friend of mine – he’s cool. I know you two will
hit it off!” Garret resounded slyly, putting his pocket-hypnotizer back into
the gym bag from whence it came. He watched as his friend Vlad, like a
sleepwalker of sorts, fiddled with his shirt buttons, and paid close attention
to Vlad’s look of confusion when it came time to put on his shoes and socks.
Finally, Vlad decided to go sockless and Garret watched as his buddy put his
bare feet into his converse sneakers, much as he had been doing lately.
The two left the building, passing Nick on the way
out, with not even a word to Warren or Matthew who were, by then, wondering
what the hell had happened to the twosome.
***
-“Ah Garret, you work fast. Who is this, Vlad I
presume?” Jeff asked not taking his eyes of his latest acquisition.
-‘Hey, how did you know my name?” Vlad asked Jeff.
-“Garret’s been telling me about you, come in, come
in!”
Jeff welcomed the boys into his humble, albeit well
decorated abode.
-“Nice place!” Vlad chimed as he took a preliminary
casing of the dorm.
-“Please take off your shoes guys!” Jeff ordered
pleasantly enough.
Vlad and Garret removed their shoes and left them by
the door. Once again, both boys were barefoot.
-“Hey is this guy a friend of Han’s?” Vlad asked
Garret semi-jokingly, aware that his roommate Han was brought up in a culture
where shoes came off upon entering a house.
-“Han?” Garret seemed to not know who Vlad was
talking about.
-“Han, your roommate from Japan?” Vlad reminded him.
Jeff stepped in at this point.
-“Han has transferred back to Japan – he no longer
attends school here at Carper’s.”
-“You’re kidding? So you’ve got the room all to
yourself you lucky bugger, why didn’t you say anything?” Vlad asked. At this
point he could tell something was wrong with Garret. He was standing in a sort
of soldier’s stance – on high alert, staring straight ahead and didn’t even
seem to hear Vlad’s question.
-“He can’t hear you Vlad.” Jeff chirped.
-“What?! What do you mean he can’t hear me?” Vlad
asked incredulously.
-‘I hypnotized him!” Jeff responded.
-“No shit! So like he’s hypnotized right now?” Vlad
seemed fascinated by it all, walking slowly toward Garret like an uncertain kid
in front of the lion cage for the first time.
-“Yup! He’s completely under my power, aren’t you
Garret?”
-“Yes master, I am under your power!” Garret
responded like a robot.
-“This is fucked up, why… how… I don’t get it!” Vlad
was at a total loss for words, which indicated to Jeff that it was a perfect
time to re-introduce Vlad to the strobe light.
-“I did it with this!” Jeff lunged the device into
Vlad’s eye-shot just in time to subdue the confused teen-ager. Jeff would have
put him under sooner but he was so enjoying listening to the remnants of Vlad’s
Russian accent and will.
-“ARGH!” Vlad almost shouted, completely taken off
guard, but within three seconds, he found he couldn’t look away. The device
that had hypnotized his friend Garret, had now entranced him.
After about two minutes of induction, Jeff looked
over his latest boy-toy.
-“You will do just nicely Vladimir. That is your
full name is it not?”
-“Yes – Vladimir Corsenko.” He replied sleepily.
Jeff liked Vlad’s hypnotized voice even more than he
liked his regular sounding voice.
-“I see you have hair on your feet Vladimir. Does
this mean the rest of you is hairy too?” Jeff prodded.
-“Yes.”
-“It’s getting very hot in here, why don’t you put
on your bathing suit Vlad?”
The stunned teen moved slowly in undressing but once
down to his swimsuit, Jeff froze him in place.
-“You are a hairy one Vladimir – I think the
professor is going to like this! Stay frozen until I tell you to move.”
Jeff walked to his desk and picked up the phone to
call Professor Vine.
-“Master, Garret has hypnotized his friend Vladimir
Corsenko. He is here with us now. He is very hairy master.” Jeff’s demeanor
seemed to change too whenever he made these phone calls to the professor. He
knew he had to stand up straight. He likewise knew that when talking to the
professor he had to address him as master and talk robot-like into the
receiver.
Professor Vine was pleased with this latest report.
-“Keep Garret there for now. I want you to bring
Vladimir over to my house as soon as possible. You will follow my usual
instructions, is that clear Jeff?”
-“Yes Master. I will bring Vladimir over to your
house. I hear and I obey!” Jeff spoke out loud as if responding to some drill
sergeant. He hung up the phone moments later.
-“Vladimir, you will get dressed now. The professor
wants to see you. You will stay hypnotized and when you see the professor you
will address him as your master, is that understood?” Jeff had little time to
condition the boy so he decided to keep him hypnotized, just to be on the safe
side.
-“I understand. The professor is my master.” Vlad
responded blankly, totally unaware of what fate had in store for him next.
***
-“Master, this is Vladimir Corsenko.” Jeff spoke
robotically to the shadow at the door.
-“Excellent Jeff, why don’t you both come in!
Welcome Vladimir Corsenko, Jeff here tells me you’re a hairy one!” Professor
Vine said playfully.
-“Yes Master.”
-“Why don’t you both come to me, come, come!”
Professor Vine coaxed the two men toward the basement stairwell.
Jeff’s arms rose in front of him, and he walked
toward the professor like a sleepwalker. Vlad stumbled behind, his mind still a
fog. As the trio made their way down the stairs, Vladimir walking behind the
entranced Jeff, walking behind Professor Vine, the collection of statues slowly
came into view. In his mind’s-eye, Vlad could feel something was wrong. He
wasn’t in as deep a trance as Jeff or the others and yet he was compelled to
follow.
Upon entering Professor Vine’s museum, Vlad slowly
regained more of his senses – for here was some of his fellow students – Han
included – Garret’s roommate that had supposedly returned to Japan.
-“What is this?” Vlad managed to blurt out
indiscriminately.
-“This is your destiny, my slave Vlad!” Professor
Vine spoke with a masterful confidence that seemed to defy reality.
-“I… I dunno, I can’t…” Vlad was trying to break
free of his hypnotic shackles, still disoriented, but his mind growing
increasingly clear.
-“Remove your shoes Vlad!” Professor Vine spoke masterfully.
-“Yes master!” Vlad could hardly believe he was
referring to another man as his master and yet, he found himself kicking his
converse sneakers off in complete and total obedience.
-“Now Vlad, you will take your place alongside
Jean-Claude. Remove your clothing immediately!” Professor Vine ordered.
-“Yes master.” Vlad did not want to comply but he
found himself obeying nonetheless.
He ripped off his jersey and then his jeans, and
finally his swimsuit, leaving him a naked, vulnerable shell.
-“You are very hairy aren’t you Vlad?” The professor
inquired of his newest enslaved teen.
-“Yes master. Why am I…?” Vlad asked, the last bit
of his own will resurfacing, despite the hypnotic controls exerted upon him.
-“I see you are not under deeply enough – Vlad, look
at the light!” Professor Vine instructed the entranced Vlad.
-“Yes master!” Vlad replied, compelled once again
into the hypnotic strobe light. He was quickly subdued.
-“Sleep…deeper and deeper Vladimir – you must obey
your master…obey…obey…obey!” Professor Vine intoned.
-“Obey my master. Yes master.” Vlad blanked out even
more than he had before, and was waiting to receive further commands.
-“Jeff, you have hypnotized almost all the statues I
have in my possession, I think it’s time you took your place next to Shaun!
Take off your clothes Jeff, now!” Professor Vine ordered.
Though he knew that Jeff was an excellent hypnotist,
he held a lot of faith in one of his newer subjects, Garret, who would
hypnotize his friends and render them his loyal subjects.
-“Yes master!” Jeff declared obediently, before
taking his place alongside Shaun Greene, a first year business major who
supposedly took off for South America on an expedition to hunt for ancient
civilizations. Shaun was a tough one in terms of people not missing him.
Professor Vine had spent weeks conditioning him to tell others how his calling
was in South America, and how he was heading there to find what he was looking
for.
-“Now Vlad, tell me, are your parents in state?” Professor
Vine enquired.
-“No master. My parents live in Kiev, my aunt and
uncle live in Indianapolis.”
-“You will call your aunt and uncle and tell them
you are going on a research expedition to Africa, is that clear?”
-“Yes master – to Africa.” Vlad replied completely
enthralled.
-“Then you will take your place alongside
Jean-Claude as my newest slave-statue!”
-“Slave statue. Yes master.” Vlad replied vacantly.
Vlad stood dazed for a few seconds, in his pile of
discarded clothing before walking slowly toward the podium and Jean-Claude.
Professor Vine helped maneuver him into position much like he had done with
Han. He then took a moment to admire his growing collection of men.
-“I’m going to have to get some more platforms – two
per platform seems to be the limit!” He chuckled to himself before grabbing his
video camera. He shot every one of his slaves, from every angle.
Professor Vine then collected some of his things and
left. He had Garret to deal with yet…
***
Professor Vine entered Jeff’s dorm room to find yet
another statue standing in the center of the room, immobile, and naked.
-“Garret! Turn around and face your master!”
Professor Vine spoke authoritatively as he shut the inner door of his office.
Garret turned mechanically toward the voice that had
spoken to him. Professor Vine gasped at the sight of Garret’s exceptionally
good looks, McCaulley Culkin meets Leonardo Dicaprio.
-“Garret, you have proven to be a very good
hypnotist…” Professor Vine started out.
-‘very…good…hypnotist.’ Garret mumbled back in
return.
-“And who are you going to hypnotize next Garret?”
-“Either Matthew or Warren, master. Whichever I can
get next…”
-“No, listen to me slave. Listen and obey me! Which
of your two friends is the red-head?” Professor demanded slyly.
-“Warren, master.”
-“Then you will make extra effort to ensure that
Warren is the next friend you will hypnotize! Is that clear slave?”
-“Yes Master. I will hypnotize Warren next.” Garret
replied back obediently.
-“Now lie down on the floor Garret – on your
stomach!”
A vacant eyed Garret replied, robotically, “Yes
master” before complying.
Professor Vine smiled at the level of instantaneous
compliance. His plans to do to Warren what Jeff had done to Garret, made his
erection all the more solid. He unbuckled his belt and let down his pants,
kicking off his shoes and his own socks in the process.
-“I shall enjoy having you and Warren as my
hypno-slave henchmen. You will try to make sure you hypnotize Warren, here on
campus, in your room, when you two are alone. Tell him you need to speak to him
alone, is that clear Garret?”
-“Yes master, alone.”
-“Now prepare for me slaveboy!” Dr. Vine fell to his
knees at Garret’s feet. He would take this one from bottom to top.
-“I don’t get it either. It’s weird. Garret was
weird don’t you think?” Matthew asked.
-“I dunno. Everybody’s weird from someone else’s
point of view I guess.” Warren was jazzed. He had just received his first B in
Philosophy and felt like dispensing complimentary wisdom of the ages. Which in
Warren’s terms added up to about sixty five cents worth of information. Matthew
was sure he cheated on that exam.
-“Dude, I’m serious. And then we leave him alone
with Vlad and suddenly Vlad vanishes? Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”
Matthew asked.
Warren was putting on his left sock and stopped at
midpoint to think about what Matthew had just said.
-“Look, I ain’t joinin no cult or anything like that
so you don’t have to worry about me.” Warren tried to reassure his roommate as
he continued to put on his sock.
-“But what if he does something to you?” Matthew
asked half-jokingly.
-“Like what man? Drug me? I don’t think so. Not
Garret man. Dude, what are you on?” Warren asked.
-“I dunno, maybe I’m just shitting over my two exams
next week. Maybe I am being stupid. Whatever.” Matthew was kind of upset that
he was being excluded from Garret’s summon, but in a strange way, he was
relieved. He knew that after talking to Warren, if he couldn’t get through to him,
he would covertly follow him. He knew he was going to Garret’s dorm room – to
talk. But he also knew Garret and he knew Warren – they wouldn’t stay in
Garret’s room all night long – they would go somewhere. And he was intent on
finding out where.
-“So dude, have fun. I’m gonna keep trying Vlad’s
room but his roommates have no idea where he is.”
-“Maybe he had some kind of family emergency… I
dunno man. I’m not psychic.
Warren finished getting dressed and headed out to
Garret’s room, on the other side of campus.
Matthew was never too far behind…
***
-“Hey Gar, what’s happenin’ man?” Warren punched his
friend Garret in the left shoulder.
-“Not much War, come in, come in!” Garret instructed
as he left Warren in the entryway and headed back to his bedroom to shut the
television.
Warren took a few moments to look around Garret’s
apartment. With his roommate Han gone, the place was looking rather sparse.
-“Hey dude, are they gonna give you a new roommate?”
Warren asked as he entered Garret’s pad.
-“I don’t think so – but honestly, I wouldn’t mind.
I miss having someone around.” Garret answered as he walked back into the main
room.
-“If I wasn’t bunking with Matthew, I’d move in here
dude. I think your place is bigger than ours. So guy, what’s the scoop with
you? Where’ve you been hanging out? You know Coach Hodges is about ready to
kick you off the swim team!”
-‘Really? I only missed a couple of practices!”
Garret whined as he opened a bottle of Absolut and poured two glasses worth.
Warren looked Garret up and down from head to toe,
figuring if anything was wrong with him, he’d notice. Matthew was just paranoid
he finally concluded.
-“Dude, you still drink Absolut?” Garret asked as he
slipped a decent amount of Rohypnol into Warren’s Absolut.
-“Yeah sure man – whatever.”
Garret re-entered the living room with the two
drinks.
-“Dude, so you still like hanging with Matthew?”
Garret started.
-“Sure, Matthew is funny, he’s cool!” Warren replied
somewhat defensively. “Why? Since when do you have issues with Matthew?”
-“I… er… look dude, I’m not going to say anything –
I was just asking.” Garret mused.
-“Look you brought it up – tell me. What’s your
issue with him?” Warren pushed.
-“Ok look, before Han left back to Japan, Matthew
was here and Han asked if both me and Matthew could help him with some school
experiment thing.” Garret started.
-“SO?” Warren intoned impatiently.
-“So, Han hypnotized Matthew first and Matthew
completely freaked man. When Han asked him to describe the person he thinks of
most while jerking off – he answered Garret and Warren.”
-“Get the fuck out! Matthew ain’t gay!” Warren
protested. “Besides, if he were hypnotized, anything’s possible, right?”
-“Dude, have you ever been hypnotized?” Garret asked
his red-head friend.
-“I’m not sure.” Warren answered uncertainly.
-“Not sure?” Garret asked.
-“Um, it’s funny you mentioned it – ‘cause Matthew
hypnotized me or tried to last week or so. He said it was for some psych
class!” Warren sounded a little worried now.
-“Geez man, you let Matthew hypnotize you? He has
the hots for you man!” Garret was really working Warren now.
-“I…I…I don’t really remember what happened that
day, it’s all a blur, I…” Warren was getting nervous.
-“Dude, Han taught me how to hypnotize, if you want,
I can help you to remember what happened, but you must let me try and put you
under.” Garret wanted Warren’s cooperation.
-“Hypnotize me? Again? Ah, oh, whatever…I can’t
believe what you’re telling me man, this is nuts!”
-“Warren, trust me man. It’s why I’ve been cuttin’
away from Matt. I mean he’s a good guy, but… you know!
-“I just can’t believe it. Not Matthew. No way! But
if you think hypnotizing me will help, then go for it. Hypnotize me!” Warren
sat down on Han’s old bed.
-“Just stare into this light Warren. Keep staring at
it. That’s it. It doesn’t seem to bother you. It’s actually quite relaxing. You
could begin to see it circular patterns, deeply imbedded beneath the light’s
surface, can’t you?” Garret drew the light closer to Warren’s face so that it
was almost touching upon his mount of smaller-than-average freckles.
-‘Yeah – I can see it!” Warren repeated,
semi-entranced.
-“Go deeper Warren. Allow your mind to focus on me.
On my commands. Listen and obey…” Garret droned into his friend’s left ear.
-‘Listen n’ obey.’ Warren repeated by now completely
transfixed and thus, past the point of no return.
-‘Deeper and deeper Warren. Clear you mind. Empty
it. Know only one thing. You serve me and Dr. Vine. We are your masters! Repeat
that!” Garret ordered the dozing giant.
-‘serve only two masters you and doctor vine.’
Warren mumbled back not even certain if that was his own voice talking, it
already sounded so distant, so vacant and empty.
-‘I want you to lie back on the bed now Warren!”
-‘Ok…sure’ Warren replied, seemingly confused.
-“As you lie down, you go deeper and deeper into my
power.” Garret spoke as Warren reclined backward, missing the headboard by no
less than an inch.
Garret then positioned Warren’s sneakered feet so
that they were dangling off the foot of the bed.
-“Warren. Listen to me and obey. I want you to say
the phrase, “I am hypnotized, take my socks” over and over again until I order
you to stop, is that clear?”
-“Yes. I am hypnotized, take my socks… I am
hypnotized, take my socks…” Warren repeated dully.
Garret leaned down and began to unlace Warren’s
shoes. He had seen Warren barefoot hundreds of times before then but somehow
this time was different. This time he was going to take his own sweet time
admiring Warren’s large, manly feet.
***
In a fog, Warren lifted himself off Han’s bed and
proceeded to put his wet sticky feet, without socks, into his sneakers.
-“Wow, that was amazing! How long was I out?” Warren
asked his friend Garret.
-“About an hour or so. So you don’t mind heading
out?” Garret checked to see if the suggestion was taken.
-‘No. Not at all. Though who is this Doctor Vine
dude and why do we have to see him tonight?” Warren asked finally getting his
right heel into his sneaker.
-“He’s a better hypnotist than me. I’m pretty sure
Matthew has been hypnotizing you regularly and that he’s done certain things to
protect himself from any of us finding out. I think the professor can help you
access those memories.” Garret was enjoying playing this mental game with his
weaker-minded friend.
-“What are you saying Gar, Matt hypnotized me and
did what to me? Fuck me? No way man! No one could be that hypnotized! No way!”
Warren protested.
-“Dude, so how come you kept calling Matthew your
master? Saying shit like you will always obey your master? I can’t figure it
out in there man – it’s like Matthew has rewired your brain!
Warren spoke nervously, yet adamantly,
“This is nuts! I didn’t say Matthew is my master,
did I?”
-‘Only about thirty times. Every time I wanted to
know something, Matthew has you blocked it out. The only weird thing I was able
to get out of the whole session was what you said about your feet.” Garret
began cautiously.
-‘My feet? What about my feet?” Warren asked still
nervous.
-“You said something about your feet being enslaved
to Matthew – that he and he alone can hypnotize your feet. What did you
mean by that?” Garret asked his friend peculiarly, much enjoying the mind-fuck
he was playing on him. It was serving a double purpose too this ruse of his –
helping to knock down some of Warren’s own barriers while getting Warren to
trust him, and distrust Matthew.
-“I…I have no idea. I can’t believe I said those
things when I was under with you. I don’t remember saying them!” Warren whined.
“What the hell am I going to do?”
-‘That’s why we’re going to Dr. Vine. He’s really
good with hypnotism – he’ll help you.
-“Fine. Lead the way. But after he hypnotizes me, no
more! I feel like I’m being bounced around a little too much.”
-“Sure. No problem. I’m sure Dr. Vine will be the
last person to ever hypnotize you again. Let’s go!”
The two left Garret’s empty dorm room not realizing
that Matthew was down the hall waiting and watching intently. He knew it would
only be a matter of time before Garret and Warren emerged to go out somewhere
and he was determined to follow them. The game, to quote Sherlock Holmes, was
now afoot!
***
-“Shit my feet are freezing for some reason!” Warren
whined as the two made their way up the professor’s drivepath.
Garret chuckled to himself for he knew it was his
own once hot cum freezing on his friend’s bare feet as he walked in the October
New England cold of night. The thought turned him on immensely and he began to
walk with a slight limp, to accommodate his growing erection.
-“Dude, this is it. We’re here, quit complaining and
be nice to the Doctor. Remember who he is!” Garret intoned.
-“My master.” Warren responded, taken aback by his
response. “Hey, why did I just say that? Garret? Hullo?”
Garret was at the door already and it was being
opened. He seemed totally entranced. For a moment, Warren wanted to run, but he
felt compelled to continue walking toward the open door and his friend.
-“Ah, I see Warren has decided to join us. Come
Warren, come into my home!”
-‘Uh…sure.’ Warren replied not sure whether he
wanted to go in or not. His feet were following a different leader though it
seemed, marching him straight up to the house, past his friend Garret who was
still standing frozen on the welcome mat outside.
The door closed behind Warren as he came slowly
inside, leaving Garret frozen on the doorstep outside. Behind the door was
Vlad, naked and totally spaced out.
-“Vlad, what the hell is this? What’s going on
here?” Warren was slowly becoming paralyzed, with what he thought was fear. It
was however a post-hypnotic command that Garret had implanted earlier. As he
walked further and further into the professor’s home, his body would stiffen,
making it harder and harder on him to move.
-“Your friend Vlad cannot hear you. He hears and
obeys only his master now. Isn’t that right Vlad?”
-“Yes Master. I hear and obey your commands.” Vlad
spoke like a sleepy military sergeant.
-‘Shit. He’s hypnotized. And where’s Garret? Is he
under your spell too?” Warren asked the professor.
-“Yes, Garret is one of my slaves. And you might be
surprised to know that so are you.” The professor was enjoying watching the
remnants of Warren’s will assert itself.
-‘You’re a sicko man. No way am I under your power.
I still got all my marbles!” Warren protested.
-‘Take off your shoes Warren. That’s an order!’
Warren instinctively kicked off his running shoes.
-“Why the heck did I just do that? I didn’t want
to!” He questioned himself out loud.
-‘You have no choice but to obey me. Now sit down on
the chair! Put your right foot up on your left knee. I want to show you
something Warren!”
-“Geez, I’m doing it? Fuck, stop this! It’s like my
body has a mind of it’s own. Ok, what am I looking at?”
-“Look at the sole of your foot Warren. What do you
see?” Dr. Vine asked inquisitively.
-‘Skin.’ Warren answered truthfully.
-“Look deeper – you see how your skin shines in some
areas? Look deeply. See it?” Dr. Vine toyed.
-‘Yeah, so. What is that?” Warren asked all
innocently.
-“Keep looking at it Warren – notice where it
shines, where it glisten and gleams… look deeper, look at your bare foot
Warren, look at it and let it to hypnotize you!” Dr. Vine was slowly
rehypnotizing Warren using Warren’s own foot spotted with Garret’s cum. That
shine you are looking at belongs to your friend Garret I’m afraid.” Dr. Vine
began.
-“What? What do you mean?” Warren asked groggily.
-“That’s Garret’s cum on your foot. He’s programmed
to masturbate on the bare feet of all the guys he hypnotizes. He’s already put
you under my power Warren. That’s why you can’t resist my commands!”
-“This shit here is Garret’s fuckin’ cum? Shit, get
it off me! Get it off my foot!” Warren began to squirm in his seat, stirring
himself out of the light trance he was in. He continued to squirm but his right
foot was still stuck on his left knee and he couldn’t raise himself off the
chair he was sitting on.
-“Relax Warren. Soon you will be doing the same.
Like with your friend Matthew. I want you to hypnotize him and masturbate on
his bare feet. Is that clear slaveboy?”
-“Fuck off! You’re a real sicko, you know that!”
Warren was still struggling in his chair, still frozen in his last commanded
position.
He however continued to struggle.
-“Shit, why can’t I move my fuckin’ foot man?”
Warren was entirely frustrated.
Dr. Vine eyed him sympathetically before responding,
-“Your feet, just like your mind and the rest of
your body – belong to me now Warren. That is why you can’t move your foot – that
is why you can’t get off the chair, until I command it that is! HA HA HA!.”
-“What did you do to me, you sicko!? I’m gonna get
you! I’m gonna…”
The professor cut him off.
“I think you should put your foot in your mouth
warren, now!”
Warren seemed confused and dazed for a moment.
Without thinking about the ludicrousness of the request, he grabbed his right
foot and plunged his three biggest toes into his mouth. He then suddenly
returned to his belligerent self, this time, with his foot stuck in his mouth.
The professor always liked to see the look that came
next. It followed the vacant-eyed sleepy look he liked so much, the waking up
look and then, the realization that in a span of a few seconds, the guy could
be manipulated any which way. Usually, it was a look of horror. Warren couldn’t
speak with his three biggest toes crammed into his mouth, but his eyes spoke
his story. He was horrified.
-“Don’t try and speak my slave Warren. You will soon
be released. Remember this?” He showed Warren the flashing strobe light that
Garret had used to hypnotize him. “This is how your friend Garret hypnotized
you. But I’m going to try a new technique with you Warren. Oh rest assured, I
will hypnotize you and ultimately enslave you, the process has already begun. But
I think… hmm.. where is Garret?
A blank-faced Vlad, frozen at attention at the door
replied,
-“He is outside Master. Awaiting commands.”
-“Bring him in here!” Dr. Vine commanded.
-“Yes Master.” Vlad responded like a robot. Warren
was becoming so scared he was certain he was going to have a heart attack.
Garret walked into the house his arms out-stretched
toward the Doctor.
-“Come to me slave Garret, and you too Vlad. Come!”
Vlad’s arms also flung forward as he walked mechanically toward his master
behind Garret.
-‘Now, Garret. I think you can strip now.” Dr. Vine
ordered, all the while concentrating on Warren’s terrorized face. Garret got
undressed quickly and once totally naked, resumed his attentive stance on the
Doctor’s right hand side.
-“What would you say Warren if I told you I was
going to re-hypnotize you using only my voice and Garret’s and Vlad’s penises?
Have you ever been hypnotized by a penis before Warren?” Dr. Vine was having a
lot more fun with Warren than he normally has with his subjects, probably
because he was most attracted to him. Warren wasn’t necessarily Playgirl
material but he had that Midwest American, red-head, boy-next door look he fell
over for. He just knew Warren was his favorite of all the men he’d captured and
hypnotized thus far.
-“You can take your foot out of your mouth to answer
me slave!” Dr. Vine commanded.
-“I’m nobody’s slave!” Warren protested meekly as
his toes came out of his mouth.
-“So what do you have to say to being hypnotized by
the two penises of your friends?” Dr. Vine coaxed him on.
-“Go to hell! C’mon guys wake up! Snap out of it!”
Warren tried to get to his friends.
-“Good try Warren. They hear and obey only me. I am
their master. Isn’t that right Vlad, Garret?”
Vlad and Garret didn’t even flinch, responding in
monotonous unison,
-“Yes Master.”
-“Come to me Vlad. Come to me Garret!” The professor
edged up to Warren. “Now Warren, I want you to witness the level of control I
have over your friends. Garret, Vlad, erections now!” The professor’s voice was
almost that of a mad scientist.
Within seconds, Garret’s penis began to inflate to
its full, illustrious size of nine inches. Vlad’s penis was already semi-hard,
so he was able to go rigid even faster.
-“Now, Garret and Vlad, I need you standing side by
side.”
The two erect slaves shuffled until they were
standing side-by-side. Standing behind them, the professor positioned the
strobe light between their thighs and then locked the two boys in place. He
then sat down on the floor alongside the duo so that he could reach both slaves
erect penises. He then began his induction with no warning.
-“That’s right Warren, you are shocked – but you are
also incredibly turned on, aren’t you?” Dr. Vine used his one free hand to grab
at Warren’s crotch. Through his jeans, he showed no signs of sexual excitation.
-“Soon your body, your mind and your penis too will
be hard like a rock Warren. Just keep your eyes on the swinging penises, watch
them go back and forth in the flashing light. Feel yourself drift deeper, to
where you were before, so sleepy, so relaxed, so at peace. Their penises are
hypnotizing you Warren, say it.”
An entranced Warren repeatedly blankly,
-“Penises…hypnotizing me…”
-“Deeper and deeper Warren, listening and obeying my
voice. Do you know who I am Warren?” Dr. Vine tested some of Garret’s work.
-“My master.” Warren replied back like a robot.
-“That’s right Warren. Now, sleep even deeper, sleep
– sleep. Hear only my voice. Obey only my voice…”
From outside Matthew couldn’t make the whole scene
out. But from what little he could tell, it seemed as though Warren was being
restrained while Vlad and Garret were getting hand service from this older
professor looking guy.
Matthew didn’t know what to do. What if by some
slight chance, this was all consensual? Were his buddies into this kind of
underground stuff, and how come he never knew about it? He didn’t want to
involve the cops unless he was certain foul play was involved. He thought about
ringing the doorbell but figured he should stay hidden in the bushes by the
window for as long as he could, so that if he did see something was wrong, he
could do something about it.
Then he almost had a heart attack. Because the
windows were frosted, visibility was a challenge, but it seemed as though
Warren suddenly stood up, took off his turtle-neck sweater, stepped out of his
pants and underwear and was just standing there, alongside Vlad and Garret, who
seemed to be in similar naked states.
-“What the hell is going on in there? What are they
hypnotized or something? They’re acting like fuckin’ zombies or something!”
Matthew ducked back down to take a few moments to process what he was seeing.
He had yet to figure out what he was going to do, but first things first.
***
“Alright men -
there’s three of you here. But one of your buddies is absent. It’s time
to turn all of your attentions to hypnotizing Matthew. I have a space for him
on one of my platforms. You know I just realized, except for Vlad, Garret and
Warren, you two have never seen my slave gallery. Come, I will show you!” Dr.
Vine lead the trio downstairs. As the three friends walked toward the
stairwell, all their arms sprung upward in mid-air. Matthew caught a bit of
this ceremonial walk as the three left the room.
-“So they’re in some kind of trance, there’s no
question about it. So now, what the hell can I do?”
***
The basement was starting to fill up. One the first
pedastol kneeled the entranced, naked duo of Han and Tyrone; behind them, Jean
Jean-Claude kneeled alone, Vlad having been extricated from his place alongside
him. Across from Jean-Claude, a pedastol containing Shaun and Jeff, both
perfectly frozen in place, staring directly ahead, vacantly, as if totally
enthralled. Chad kneeled alone behind them, the same vacant look on his face as
all the others.
-“Vlad, take your position alongside Jean-Claude!”
The professor ordered.
-“Yes Master.” Vlad replied before allowing himself
to succumb to the pull of the podium. Within fifteen seconds he was frozen in
place – that same frozen look on his face.
-“Now Warren, you see my statues?” The professor
asked the entranced teen.
-“Yes Master.” Warren replied back robotically.
-“You want to see your friend Matthew here, don’t
you? Frozen and under my power? I think he would look nicely next to lonely
Chad, would you like that Chad?”
The long haired blond boy in the back responded with
a very deep monotone of a voice –
-“Yes Master.” Never once did his eyes flinch or
waver from their central staring point.
The professor made his way down the aisle, fondling
each slave’s genitals, gently testing each to see if any of his slave-statues
needed milking. He was usually able to tell by a feeling he got when he lightly
fondled the guy’s ever-erect sack. His trek through the statues of men revealed
a surprise of sorts.
-“It seems four of my statues need milking. I
thought I milked most of you weeks ago? Oh well, Chad, Jeff, Han and Tyrone, I
want you all to stand up and come to me! I want you all standing in line,
perfectly straight, let’s go!” The professor barked.
The four guys dismounted from their podiums, limping
and in Chad’s case, crawling toward his master’s commanding voice. Both of
Chad’s legs were completely asleep – he couldn’t feel them.
-“Now, stand all of you! You too Chad, stand at
total attention. You are all metal beams – your bodies are becoming solid as
metal beams – you cannot budge an inch – totally under my power! HA HA!” Dr.
Vine noticed that the foursome’s erections had become even more pronounced.
They were getting used to getting milked like this, in a group setting.
-“Today we have a special treat! Warren – come
here!” Dr. Vine ordered the entranced red-head toward him.
-“You will help me milk Tyrone and Jeff. I will take
care of Chad and Han. On your knees Warren!” Dr. Vine ordered.
-“I… I… don’t want this!” Warren protested before
dropping to his knees in front of Jeff.
-“Yes Warren we know – but you are under my power –
you have no choice but to do as I command. Now, take Jeff’s hard rod in your
hands!”
-“No… I… I… don’t… want…” Warren was struggling
against his whole upbringing and years of biases. Despite the ripping struggle
playing out in his mind however, his body moved to the beat of a different drummer
– his arms flinging forward, the palms of his hands coupling the entranced
Jeff’s erect genitals.
-“Why? Why are you making me do this?” Warren
pleaded in sheer horror.
-“Because you are my hypnotized slave boy now
Warren, and you will obey me forever!” Dr. Vine turned Warren’s head toward him
so that he might give him another dose of the hypno-strobe light. As the light
pulsated through Warren’s light blue eyes, his stare became all the more
vacant, removed. His hands were still very gently fondling Jeff’s ever-aroused
penis.
-“Now Warren – I want you to concentrate on Jeff’s
dick. Move it slowly back and forth and watch it very deeply… it makes you
sleepier doesn’t it Warren?” Dr. Vine coaxed.
-‘Sleepier…’ was all Warren could mutter back.
-‘You are aware Warren that I am hypnotizing you
using nothing but Jeff’s penis now?” Dr. Vine asked the once-wavering lad.
-‘Yes master.’ Warren replied back monotonously.
-“Tell me then Warren, what am I doing to you now?”
Dr. Vine asked the entranced teen.
-“Hypnotizing me with Jeff’s penis.” Warren droned
on as expected.
Just then there was a large thud that came from the
room’s entryway.
-“Alright you sick pervert, I’ve heard enough! Wake
my friends up right now or I’m calling the cops! Geez, how the fuck did you get
them so brainwashed?” Matthew asked in awe as he did a double take at
Jean-Claude, not sure whether he was real or a mannequin.
-“Matthew, I presume?” Dr. Vine walked slowly toward
the angered teen.
-“Stay away from me psycho! I ain’t gonna become one
of your little statues! Just wake my buddies up and we’ll be on our way!”
Matthew directed, evidently nervous.
-“But then what about your feet Matthew?” Dr. Vine
asked to throw the nervous guy a curve ball.
-“My feet? What about them?” Matthew asked, still a
little freaked by the scene now frozen in front of him. Vlad and Han were
kneeling on a podium, Garret was standing naked in the middle of the room,
Warren was fondling some guy’s dick in the middle of the room, and four other
guys Matthew didn’t even recognize were all frozen and naked.
-“Your feet Matthew – they long to serve me. You
want me to enslave them!” Dr. Vine inched closer to Matthew, nonchalantly
taking his pocket-light out of his jacket pocket in the process.
-“You’re sick! You ain’t going anywhere near me or
my feet for that matter!” Matthew affirmed, looking down at his wet converse
sneakers and feeling the coldness on his toes.
-“Tell me Matthew, before I wake your friends up
here. Have you ever been hypnotized?” Dr. Vine asked.
-“So what if I was…” Matthew answered tentatively.
-“So you have been! And have you ever hypnotized
anyone before Matthew?” Dr. Vine got even closer to the heavy-breathing stud of
the swim-team.
-“Actually, yeah, I hypnotized Warren last week or
two weeks ago, so?”
-“So you must be a pupil of Dr. Finegold. He is one
of my slaves too!” Dr. Vine chuckled outloud.
-“So what are you saying? Dr. Finegold hypnotized me
already? Yeah, right. I think I’d know if I were that hypnotized!” Matthew blew
off the Doctor’s first volley of suggestion.
-“Matthew, look into this light!” Dr. Vine commanded
as he raised the light to Matthew’s vision field. “Look deeply at the light and
sleep. Free your mind – free your body, just relax and listen to the sound of
my voice take you deeper and deeper and even deeper into blissful, relaxing
sleep.”
Matthew stood transfixed. He hadn’t counted on the
professor having such a high-tech device capable of freezing and mentally
commandeering someone in seconds. He knew he had fallen victim to something
that was bigger than him – he was powerless to do anything about it, and he
envisioned himself, in a few moments, naked and standing before the professor,
ready for some faggot action. The thought slowed down his conditioning, but
once under Dr. Vine’s power, a slave is incapable of resisting, even major
commands like that.
-“Now Matthew, tell me, how many times have you been
hypnotized by Dr. Finegold?” Dr. Vine asked the entranced teen.
-“Thirteen times, sir. Dr. Finegold is my master. I
am his slave.” Matthew heard what he was saying, but was already too relaxed
and spaced out to care.
-“Is this why you hypnotized Warren last week?” Dr.
Vine asked with curiosity.
-“Yes. My master saw a picture of Warren and ordered
me to hypnotize him.” Matthew replied back as if recalling some Sunday
afternoon picnic.
-“Tell me Matthew, did Dr. Finegold tell you to do
anything to Warren’s feet, if and when you hypnotized him?” Dr. Vine wanted to
know if his hold over 60-year old Saul Finegold was as strong as he thought.
-“I… I had to take off Warren’s socks and cum on his
bare feet.” Matthew replied sleepily.
Matthew continued to be transfixed by the pulsing
light. He could feel his jacket and sweater being taken off, but all he could
do was continue staring at the light. He felt his T-shirt being tugged off and
then, the zipper on his jeans came undone and the next thing he realized, he
was being lead toward Warren in the center of the room, with nothing but shoes
and socks on. The light still flashing in his face and words now entering his
brain at the speed of light it seemed.
-“Matthew, sit down on the floor!” Doctor Vine
commanded.
Matthew immediately sat down on the floor, taking
his eyes off the flashing light for the first time since his induction begun.
-“Now, Warren. What did you have to do to your
friend Matthew?”
-“Hypnotize him and make him barefoot.” Warren
replied like he was asleep.
-“Now, here’s the light, here’s Matthew, hypnotize
him for me and do as you were commanded to do! Now as for you Matthew – you
will wake up in a few moments, but when you do, you will think you are back in
your dorm room, that it’s late at night, you have insomnia and you have just
agreed to let your roommate Warren, hypnotize you. You will not realize that
you are naked, or that you have shoes on. Is that all clear?”
Matthew processed the list of requests to be sure he
understood.
-“Yes it’s clear.” Matthew chugged back.
-“Excellent now, Matthew at the count of three you
will wake up. Warren, you will begin to hypnotize Matthew immediately after I
wake him up. Is that understood slave?” Warren barely managed a blank-faced
nod.
Dr. Vine turned his focus to Warren now, anxious to
see if he would carry out his post-hypnotic programming on his supposedly
unsuspecting room-mate.
-“One, Two, three!” Dr. Vine snapped his fingers and
Matthew jarred himself awake.
-“Just sit back and relax dude. It’ll work better if
you just relax your whole body!” Warren picked up as if in mid-conversation
with his buddy Matthew.
-“You’re sure you know what you’re doing,
hypnotizing me?” Matthew asked somewhat nervous.
-“Dude, I hypnotize Garret all the time. I promise
you I won’t go turning you into a chicken or anything like that!” Warren joked
as he took the light from the professor and began shining it in Matthew’s face.
-“Wow, what is that?” Matthew managed to ask before
slipping back into light trance.
-‘Your destiny Matthew. Keep looking at it, as you
go deeper and deeper into it, you go deeper into my power. I am your master now
Matthew. And you are my slave!” Dr. Vine was happy to see that Warren’s huge
member was now standing at complete attention as he watched his best friend
succumb to his hypnotic power.
-“Now Matthew, I am going to take off your shoes and
socks. As I remove them, you will feel yourself going even deeper into
hypnosis, totally under my power, and helpless to do anything unless I
otherwise command it. Is that understood Matthew?” Warren asked holding
Matthew’s left ankle in mid-air as he undid the laces.
-“Yes Master.” Matthew replied back blankly, not
even aware that his own sneaker was being unlaced and removed, followed by his
wet sweat sock. Within seconds, Matthew was lying totally naked on the floor,
under Warren’s power, and under Dr. Vine’s total control.
Warren lifted up his friend’s left foot and took a
moment to look at it intently. He found himself entranced while focusing on
Matthew’s bare foot. As he continued to stare into his sole, Warren could feel
the precum dripping from his own penis. He stepped one step closer to Matthew
and thus laid Matthew’s foot on his own imminently exploding cock. Eight
seconds later, with Matthew’s foot still being used to stroke his fleeting erection,
Warren’s spewed out more cum that Dr. Vine had seen from any one of his
subjects. Dr. Vine was entranced himself to see just how much fluid young
Warren discharged, much of it winding up as ordered, strewn over Matthew’s bare
foot.
-“Excellent Warren. You are ready. Now, stand at
attention!” Dr. Vine ordered the red-head.
-“Yes master!” Warren complied immediately, dropping
Matthew’s foot to the floor, so as to stand up completely straight.
Matthew remained totally immobile.
-“Garret, help slave Matthew onto Chad’s podium
here! Chad, it looks as though you’re getting a long-haired companion here on
your stoop. You and Matthew are going to be a team. Is that understood Chad?”
-“Yes master. It is understood.” Chad replied back
from his place in the center of the room.
Garret moved slowly toward what was once his buddy
Matthew. He helped the comatose teen to his feet and then led him to the
designated podium.
-“Position him like the others Garret! Obey your
master!” Dr. Vine ordered Garret. Like an automaton, Garret manipulated his
best friend so that like everyone else in the room, he was kneeling erectly on
the podium, his bare feet hanging off it – he looked exactly like all the
others in the room, except for one thing. He was not erect like all the others,
Garret included.
-“Slave Garret, you will help Matthew get erect,
now!” Dr. Vine commanded.
-“Yes Master!” Garret responded, a part of his brain
still shocked that he was actually touching a penis, much less his best
friend’s penis! Still, Matthew seemed completely oblivious but for the fact
that his penis was hardening more and more with each and every stroke.
-“Freeze Garret! Freeze Matthew, neither of you can
move!” Dr. Vine shouted as he noticed the tip of Matthew’s circumcised penis
appearing over the kneeling head of Garret, much as the sun rises over a
mountainous horizon. The blank, helpless look on Matthew’s face was priceless
and no doubt the work of Professor Finegold. Matthew looked like a sleepy deer
trapped in oncoming headlights – frozen in place now by hypnotic cement.
-“We must finish with our milking. Warren. Here is a
cup for Jeff. Masturbate him!” Professor Vine commanded the red-headed teen.
-“Yes Master!” And Warren began vigorously shaking
Jeff’s penis back and forth until alas, after some sixty seconds, Jeff exploded
in a modest sea of semen. Warren captured nearly all of it in the designated
cup. Once tapping Jeff dry, Warren turned toward Dr. Vine who was labeling
Han’s cup after a similar procedure.
-“Excellent Warren! Now slave Han, slave Jeff!
Return to your podiums and assume your positions!” Dr. Vine barked.
-“Yes Master.” Jeff and Han replied in unison before
returning to their platform homes.
-“Now let’s see. Jean Jean-Claude, come here slave!”
For the first time in weeks, the tall and lanky dark-haired Frenchman moved, it
was almost surreal.
-“Yes my masteur!” Jean Jean-Claude’ frozen arms
somehow flung forward as he walked robot like toward the professor in the
center of the room.
-‘Take this cup and paintbrush, Jean Jean-Claude!
Use the cum inside to completely cover the soles of Shaun’s feet. You are an
artist – you hear and you obey!”
Jean Jean-Claude stood frozen for a moment before
walking sleepily toward the frozen Shaun. Shaun used to be very ticklish on his
feet, but intense hypnotic reconditioning has helped him to maintain complete
control.
Jean Jean-Claude approached the blank-faced,
immobile Shaun-statue in awe. Shaun had a beautiful body compared to his, and
it seemed somehow, a much cuter face. When Jean Jean-Claude went around Shaun’s
backside to work on his feet, he was in awe by Shaun’s perfectly symmetrical
bubble-butt, to say nothing of his large, manly and well-kempt bare feet.
Jean Jean-Claude dropped to his knees in veritable
ecstasy. He opened the cup and proceeded to dip his paintbrush in it. He began
with Shaun’s heels, gently covering them in Han’s special Japanese seed. Soon,
Shaun’s heels were glimmering in all of Han’s transluscent glory as Jean-Claude
moved down Shaun’s feet ever so patiently. Shaun for his part, did not budge an
inch – remaining completely inanimate throughout the procedure.
Dr. Vine stared at the blank-faced Warren who was
now mechanically masturbating the frozen Tyrone. Tyrone’s erection was the largest
of the group, measuring ten and a half inches in length. He also stood
vacant-eyed at soldier’s like attention, seemingly oblivious to the fact that
some naked red-head was jerking him off. Professor Vine had tried to teach
Tyrone how to hypnotize, at one time hoping he would bring him more of his
friends, but Tyrone just couldn’t do it. He had tried to hypnotize his friend
Jamie, but Jamie proved to be a poor subject and after the failure, the Doctor
decided to take Tyrone off hypnotist assignment and into his cellar-museum. It
was also around this time when Jeff Saunders came into his graduate class and
professor Vine knew as if by instinct that Jeff could make an excellent
hypnotist. His instincts proved true, as Jeff hypnotized Jean-Claude, Han, Shaun,
Chad and re-hypnotized Garret. Until Garret, the professor just assumed Jeff
would continue on as his official student-hypno-henchman. Now Garret, younger
and with greater access to the 18-20 year old swimmers, would prove to be Dr.
Vine’s best trump card.
-“Garret! Come to your master!” Dr. Vine snapped.
Garret’s arms flung forward as his naked shell
walked sleepily towards the Doctor.
-“Garret, take this!” Dr. Vine handed Garret the
small cup with Chad’s cum in it. He also gave him a small paint-brush similar
to what he gave to Jean-Claude.
-“You will use the paint in that container to paint
the sole of Matthew’s right foot. His left foot is already covered in Warren’s
cum, he might as well have some of Chad’s man-seed on his other foot. As you
paint your friend’s foot with Chad’s cum, you will find yourself turned on to
the nth degree – you desire Matthew and his bare feet sexually excite you, as
does his frozen, hypnotized form. Is this all clear Garret?” The professor
asked, readying his pocket-strobe light in case Garret seemed at all resistant.
-“Yes master. I hear and I obey.” Garret replied
like a robot, before walking toward the back of the room where the entranced
Matthew kneeled, perched on his pedestal like some kind of man-trophy.
Garret approached his buddy and took a moment to
admire Matthew’s erect penis. He had never seen Matthew erect before despite
the fact that he had seen him naked hundreds of times, often in the showers
after swim practice. Garret then took a final glimpse at his friend’s face. The
normally expressive, and fine features of Matthew’s face were completely gone.
In its place, a slack-jawed stoned look that Garret also found particularly
sexy. He knew Matthew was under deep hypnosis, he even knew he was under deep
hypnosis, but he couldn’t care less. His conditioning prevented it. As he made
his way to the back of the podium, Garret saw Matthew’s bare feet, as if for
the first time. If he had seen Matthew naked hundreds of times, then as
swimmers, he had seen Matthew’s bare feet thousands of times, but this time was
different. For the first time, Garret became aware of just how sexy his best
friend’s feet were. They were perfect as feet went, but as Garret looked deeper
into them, all he could think about was how badly he wanted them and their
owner…
Garret removed the lid and began painting the toes
on Matthew’s right foot with Chad’s cum, just as Warren succeeded in getting
Tyrone to cum. Having not released in over two weeks, Tyrone’s ejaculation was
explosive, and the black teen collapsed to the floor after getting the last of
his juices squeezed out of him by the hypnotized Warren.
-“Leave him there Warren! Here, take this brush and
get to work painting Vlad’s feet. I think he’s my only slave that had never had
his feet painted with cum before. Obey me Warren – go to Vlad!” Dr. Vine
pointed.
Warren stood shakily and approached the frozen form
of his buddy Vlad. He dropped to his knees at Vlad’s bare feet and began
painting them as instructed with Tyrone’s sperm. Vlad didn’t budge an inch.
The professor moved around the group, more turned on
that he’d been in a long time and it was all thanks to the five new slaves he
had acquired over the last few weeks – Han, Garret, Vlad, Warren and Matthew.
And from all indicators, the fun, was just starting.
***
-“I can’t believe Matthew and Vlad dropped out! It’s
just nuts! Matthew and Vlad were better students than me!” Warren chimed as he
walked around his new dorm room, totally naked.
Garret sat studying in his chair, also naked.
-“Listen Warren, Matthew is fucked up. He hypnotized
us and made us lust after his feet. As far as I am concerned, good riddance!”
Garret’s reasoning belied the fact that he and Warren were doing their everyday
thing in their birthday suits.
-“And what about Vlad? Why do you suppose he checked
out?” Warren asked.
-“He was accepted into some kind of African-exchange
program, you know that!” Garret further reasoned.
-“Yeah I know that’s what everyone says. But why
didn’t Vladdy ever tell us about it, huh?” Warren asked his roommate with a
degree of suspicion in his voice.
-“Warren, he did tell us about it – it’s just that
Matthew blocked a lot of crap out of our heads and filled the voids with crap.
DO you know I still have dreams sometimes at night where I wake up because
Matthew’s bare foot is squishing my face and cutting off my oxygen?” Garret was
going at 100% now, intent on getting Warren onside.
-“Garret, do you think those memories that Dr. Vine
helped us to get at – do you think, they’re real?” Warren asked nervously
playing with his feet.
-“Warren, they’re more real than either of us know.
Dude, Matthew was a closet foot-fetishist. Imagine how many times in swim
practice he was eyeing our feet and getting off? Warren, you remembered what he
did to you too! Cumming all over your feet, making you paint my feet with your
sperm – dude, those are memories I would like to sooner forget. But it’s not
that easy. Maybe we should be seeing Dr. Vine regularly. What do you say?”
Garret asked his friend.
-“Uh sure.
Just… is he going to keep hypnotizing us? I don’t know if I can deal
with any more memories cropping up.” Warren declared with certainty as he
dismounted the bed and made his way to Garret.
-“Warren, Dr. Vine hypnotizes us whenever he wants
to anyway – that’s part of the deal remember? We’re his hypnotic slaves. We
must obey his commands!”
-“Uh…yeah… I remember. I am his slave. Garret, why
do I have a sudden compulsion to hypnotize you?” Warren spoke slightly softer
as he neared Garret.
-“That’s because that is what you are programmed to
do – but not hypnotize me – hypnotize our next-door-neighbors, Boyd and
Jonathan. I think Dr. Vine would like them in his collection, don’t you?” Garret
asked as he turned to Warren and noticed his erection.
-“Dude, you’re hard as a rock. Why don’t you go next
door and ask for “test-subjects”,that ought to give you some release.” Garret
suggested.
-“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Hey, if I hypnotize them,
I’ll bring them in here, for both of us to enjoy!” Warren promised as he turned
to get his clothes on.
-“Deal. Just do me a favor! Don’t totally blank them
out. We wanna have some fun with ‘em, right?”
-“Right. See you in twenty-two!” Warren said as he
left the room, his jean shorts open, his shirt half on and half off, no shoes
or sock on his feet to be seen.
Garret’s face went suddenly blank as he reached for
the phone.
-“Master, Warren is hypnotizing our
next-door-neighbors, Boyd and Jonathan. Boyd is light blonde. He is five feet
seven or so. He is about 160 pounds. He is studious master and he wears
wire-rimmed glasses. Jonathan is about six feet tall, very thin, dark skinned,
black hair, and hairy body. They’re both under twenty master.” Garret’s report
was thorough, the way the Doctor liked it.
The Doctor kept Garret on the phone for a while,
further deepening Garret’s trance and his control over him.
-“Listen to me Garret. When Warren returns with one
or both of your neighbors, you will each masturbate on their feet. Is that
understood? Dr. Vine ordered.
-“Yes master. I will masturbate on Boyd or
Jonathan’s bare feet!” Garret replied blankly.
-“And then, you and Warren will bring the new slave
or slaves to me, is that clear?” Dr. Vine chirped over the receiver.
-“Clear master.”
-“Then I am going to hang-up. After I do, you will
wait thirty seconds and then wake up, hearing the dial tone, you will think you
answered a hang-up call. You will not remember making this phone call. Repeat!”
Dr. Vine ordered.
-“I will not remember making this phone call.”
Garret barked back.
-“Oh yes, and Garret… what are you wearing now?” Dr.
Vine asked playfully.
-“Nothing master. I am totally naked, as ordered
sir.”
And then there was the dial tone.
-“Awgh c’mon Warren. We’ve only known you for a few
weeks, what would you say if we wanted to hypnotize you?” Boyd asked as he
folded some of his laundry. Warren immediately noticed that Boyd was wearing
Tevas flip-flops, his bare feet, exceptionally manicured and well taken care of
in full view.
-“I’d let you do it. In fact, my first semester
here, I allowed this Japanese exchange student to hypnotize me for the same
class. I got so into it, I signed up for the class this year. C’mon, it’s not
working on my roommate Garret and chances are, it won’t work on you guys
anyways. Just let me try!” Warren whined.
-“I don’t mind you trying to hypnotize me Warren.”
Jonathan smiled, trying to be friendly and polite.
-“That’s the spirit Jonathan, now what about you
Boyd? Come on, I promise I won’t turn you into a chicken or anything!” Warren
chirped.
-“Oh alright. I guess there’s no harm in it.” Boyd
conceded, putting his laundry aside and sitting down on the foot of his bed.
“What should we do?”
-“Why don’t you each lie down on the beds and I’ll
just talk you each into a light trance. Then, I’ll use this special strobe
light to intensify the hypnosis, assuming you’re under in the first place. Ok?”
Warren asked readying himself for his date with destiny. He was so anxious to
hypnotize Boyd and Jonathan that in his excitement, he almost came in his
pants. It was all he could do to contain his penile excitement as Boyd kicked
off his flip-flops before plopping himself onto his bed, now barefoot.
Jonathan, he noticed, was wearing gray sweat-socks.
-“Alright guys, just listen to my voice and relax.
Try and block out all other sounds and distractions as you focus on my relaxing
voice. Let yourselves go – release all the stress and tension of the day while
you focus on my voice. Never losing focus of my voice. Deeply relaxed…focused
on my voice, feeling sleepy, but still focused on my voice. Listening to the
sound of my voice…” Warren’s hypnotist voice purred on like this until he was
certain that both Boyd and Jonathan were lightly under. He stood and admired
his work for a moment – two guys, asleep now because he made them that way. It
was so hot, he squirmed as he adjusted his bulging crotch through his shorts.
Now the only question was, who gets the strobe light first – Boyd or Jonathan.
Warren decided on Boyd, since he was barefoot
already. He dropped to the side of the bed and activated his strobe light,
positioning it on Boyd’s already entranced-eyes.
-“Look into the light Boyd – look deeper into the light
– feel your will leaving you – you have no will of your own – you obey me, your
master!”
A deeply entranced Boyd responded back mechanically,
“I obey you my master” as he continued to gawk at the spiraling lights.
-“Deeper Boyd, deeper, you are being hypnotized –
your mind and your will are frozen Boyd – you obey only my voice. You are my
slave, and you must obey all my commands.”
-“Must obey all your commands.” Boyd replied back
like a robot.
-“Now, as for you Jonathan, open your eyes and look
into the light!” Warren commanded of the sleeping teen.
Jonathan opened his brown eyes and was immediately
hit with a mega-dose of the hypno-beam. His eyes were transfixed, his stare
already sufficiently vacant.
-“Look deeper into the light Jonathan and surrender
your will to me – obey me Jonathan, for I am your master, and you are my slave!
Deeper and deeper Jonathan, feel your mind and body becoming paralyzed – you
are frozen stiff now Jonathan – you do not feel your socks coming off your feet
now!” Warren continued to hold the light with his left hand while maneuvering
Jonathan’s feet closer so that he could remove his socks. Jonathan had very
thin and long feet, but his socks were still exceptionally tight. Warren
struggled for a few minutes as he ripped Jonathan’s socks from his feet.
Finally, he stepped back. His first attempt at
hypnotism was obviously a success and Doctor Vine would be very proud of him.
But first, he had to do good on a promise he made to his friend Garret, nearly
half an hour ago. He would bring the hypnotized Boyd and Jonathan into their
dorm room for some real fun.
-“Attention slaves! Boyd, Jonathan, sit up and obey
me!” Warren commanded. In unison both Boyd and Jonathan sat up in bed, both
sporting looks of complete compliance and vacancy.
-“You will both come with me back to my room!”
Warren commanded before turning to leave. Both Boyd and Jonathan got off their
beds, moving like sleepwalkers toward the door and the waiting Warren.
Looking over the sexy twosome, Warren knew that
Garret would be very pleased as well.
***
Dr. Vine walked amidst the jungle of frozen
hypnotized college men, admiring each one’s frozen form, each one’s bareness.
He had always been attracted to the sight of a man’s bare feet, particularly
the soles of their feet, and from as early on as he could remember, he was
using hypnotism as a guise to explore his male foot fetish. His older brother
Joey bore much of the early brunt of his younger brother’s hypno-foot fetish
and for a while, the fifteen year old Chuck (now Dr. Charles Vine) was
satisfied. It wasn’t until grade ten or
eleven or so that he began to use his older brother, for recruitment purposes.
And Joey brought home many good looking college friends, whom he had hypnotized
on Chuck’s behalf. And so it began. In University, Charles Vine learned
everything there was to know about hypnotism. He practiced on anyone willing to
partake, women included, but he quickly realized, he liked having the men “under
his spell”, and he set out on a series of experiments designed to increase his
cognitive and motor control of deeply hypnotized male subjects. One of his
first subjects? His professor at the time, Dr. Saul Finegold, then a
distinguished gentleman in his late forties, but as Charles recalled, still at
that time, very sexy.
Dr. Vine emerged from his reveries feeling a tad
claustrophobic. His collection was indeed growing. At this rate, he would soon
need another basement, he thought for a moment as he played with Vlad’s frozen
left foot.
-“I can store a few of you in my bedroom, upstairs!”
Professor Vine suddenly snapped to, determined to decide which three boys would
have the privilege of domiciling in his upstairs bedroom.
He left Vlad’s foot to stand at the entrance of the
basement, examining his harem of hypnotized college studs. As he did, he nearly
stepped on the oncoming and entranced form of Dr. Saul Finegold.
Dr. Saul Finegold had been head of the Psychology
Department at Carper’s for ten years, before retiring and turning to teaching
part-time. He was a tall, five foot eleven, graying man, who still had specks
of his original orange hair color on his head and face. He sported a beard and
was even hairier than Vlad. Doctor Finegold made an excellent slave-statue
twenty years ago, but know he was functioning as Dr. Vine’s chief-hypnotist.
-“Ah, Saul, what are you doing here?” Dr. Vine
enquired as he flashed the strobe light in Dr. Finegold’s eyes.
-“I am here to report master!” Saul eyes became even
more vacant, his will, totally compliant.
-‘Then go ahead, Saul. Who else have you hypnotized
for me lately?’ Dr. Vine asked.
-“His name is Enrique Galissos, master. He is
nineteen and has a steady girlfriend master who is getting suspicious.” Saul
Finegold droned on, sounding remarkably like his ex-student Chad, someone who
he had referred to Jeff, for some psychology tutoring.
-“Have you masturbated on his bare feet yet?” Dr.
Vine asked as he brought the ever-flashing strobe light closer to the
sixty-year olds eyes.
-“Yes master. He has absolutely gorgeous feet
master. Like Shaun, perfect, long and meaty, as you like master!” Dr. Finegold
wasn’t even aware of where he was, much less what he was saying.
-“You will also note that Matthew is now permanently
a part of my slave collection. In fact, I am even debating bringing him
upstairs to my soon to be constructed boudoir slave-gallery. What do you think,
slave?” Dr. Vine coaxed the blank faced senior.
-‘I hear and I obey!’ Dr. Finegold replied, standing
to attention and awaiting further instructions.
-“Then take off your shoes and socks when you
address me! As my slave, you know you must be barefoot in my presence at all
times!” Dr. Vine commanded masterfully.
-“Yes Master!” Saul Finegold replied blankly before
kicking off his duck-boots and peeling off his construction-type socks with his
big toes.
-“Now my slave Saul, who do you think are the three
best looking young men here?” Dr. Vine asked curiously.
Saul Finegold took a moment to exit the depths of
his trance to thoroughly look around the room. Within seconds he had his
robotic answer.
-“I think Chad, Matthew and Shaun are the best
looking slaves you have master.” Saul droned robotically.
-“You know slave, I think you are right!” Dr. Vine
exclaimed triumphantly, before ordering Shaun, Chad and Matthew off their
podiums.
Within seconds, the blank-faced trio of Chad, Shaun
and Matthew disembarked their frozen platforms and approached the two Doctors,
arms ever-outstretched, wills ever paralyzed and commandeered.
-“Saul, take Matthew, Chad and Shaun to my bedroom
upstairs. Lie them down on the bed and await further instructions!” Dr. Vine
ordered his blank-faced colleague while still pushing the strobe light closer
to his eyes and face.
-“Yes Master. I hear and I obey.” Saul walked behind
Shaun and pushed his naked back forward, ordering the threesome, “Mush you
dogs! Up the stairs now! Obey me! Get on your knees dogs and follow me up the
stairs!”
Chad fell first. Then Shaun, then finally Matthew.
Each on all-fours, Dr. Saul proceeded to lead the “pack” up the stairs this
way. He knew it would entertain his master all the more. Doctor Vine for his
part was examining each “dog’s” butt as they made his way past him. Soon he would
have them all, in his bed, to wake to with every morning.
-“Now as for the rest of you – remain frozen. You
belong to me. I am your master. I will return shortly!” Dr. Vine left the room,
eyeing Vlad’s dangling foot from the corner of his eye. He liked Vlad’s feet,
particularly since they were wide and very manly. Maybe he’d have Vlad join the
group later when the foot orgy he imagined would be underway.
-“So which one do you want first?” an enthusiastic
Warren asked the naked Garret, who was still on his swivel chair studying.
Garret popped his head out from his book to see the
mesmerized twosome of Boyd and Jonathan standing alongside Warren.
-“Geez, they look out of it. How long did you expose
them?” Garret asked seriously.
-“Dude, they’re not exposed, well, except for their
feet I guess.” Warren answered back semi-comically. “Besides, I told you I
wouldn’t touch them until you had your way with one of them!”
-“I’ll take Boyd – he looks like he might even be a
virgin!” Garret exclaimed out of nowhere.
-“You think?” Warren asked stripping off his shorts
and t-shirt.
-“Who knows. Alright, get them both on the bed,
we’ll check ‘em out!” Garret was behaving oddly, but Warren just dismissed it
as the study mode he was in.
-“Alright Jonathan, Boyd, I want you to walk to the
two beds and lie down on them. When you do, you will be ten times more deeply
hypnotized than you are right now.” Warren droned on, much like Dr. Vine had
taught him.
Boyd and Jonathan moved sluggishly toward the beds
at the end of the room. Boyd lay down first and immediately seemed to exit his
body. His draped form caressing the bed, he lay motionless, totally
commandeered. Jonathan was lying down too now. As he did, his face took on an
even blanker expression, as his mind focused unilaterally on the next set of
commands he would receive.
Warren looked over the two comatose youngsters and
turned toward his friend Garret.
-‘So you like? Warren asked pointing at the beds
where Jonathan and Boyd lay.
-“Actually, neither is really my type. But I guess
it could be interesting to play around with Mr. Preppy here. Geez, look at him!
Dude, he completely out of it!
-“Well, he’s not. He’ll obey any of my commands!”
Warren defended himself. “Just watch! Boyd listen to my voice and obey…” Warren
began sluggishly.
Boyd, eyes closed merely repeated back in a whisper,
“Obey”.
-“Your body is heating up – you are on fire – you
want to take off your clothes. Sooo hot in here now Boyd – you want to be
totally naked.
The blonde haired Boyd took a second or two to
process the suggestion before beginning to squirm in the bed. He was obviously
beginning to feel the heat, completely unaware of the fire that was soon to
follow.
He began by slipping out of his sweatpant-shorts,
then, his t-shirt came off. Finally, his Calvin boxers found themselves at his
ankles, as Boyd, now cooler, became noticeably more relaxed.
-“His body is decent. Nothing to write home about.”
Garret inspected Boyd’s frozen form. “So like, why did you pick these two as
your first subjects War?” Garret asked.
Warren looked around the room nervously a little
before replying.
-“If you want the honest truth, even though I know
I’m not gay, if I was, I’d be attracted to Jonathan. There’s something weird
about him, I dunno what it is…” Warren tried to rationalize his choice of
victims to his discerning friend.
-“Really, you think Jonathan is hot man?” Garret
asked joshing his redhead friend.
-“I like a skinny guy and I like the fact that he is
hairy. I also like the fact that he is dark-skinned, and his face seems almost
perfectly designed for hypnosis. Look at his face Garret – he’s not even under
that deeply and look how zoned out of it he looks! Dr. Vine will love it,
especially how since we saw how much he liked Matthew looking like that!”
Warren suddenly stopped himself.
-“Garret, what if Dr. Vine still has Matthew in his
clutches? And he didn’t actually leave the school?”
Garret’s eyes were glued to the soles of Boyd’s
feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, even to answer or acknowledge
Warren’s question.
-“Garret, what’s with you, are you hypnotized or
something?” Warren asked his semi-entranced buddy.
-‘Wha? Oh, yeah, I think I’m going under or
something…” Garret’s voice waned.
Warren turned toward Jonathan to sneak a peak of
Jonathan’s bare feet. Still clothed, Jonathan hadn’t moved an inch since he lay
down on the bed. Warren’s eyes caught Jonathan’s bare feet and within seconds,
he was in a similar state as Garret – paralyzed, sleepy, not knowing what to
do.
The two stood there, over the beds occupied by Boyd
and Jonathan, for what seemed like hours, each completely enthralled with the
sight before them. Then, after some time, Garret turned robotically and
approached the phone. Picking it up without thinking and dialing, Garret was
soon speaking with Dr. Vine again.
-“Yes Master. Boyd and Jonathan are here and
hypnotized. So is Warren master. Yes Master, we will bring them to you tonight
master. I hear and I obey.”
Garret hung up the phone and turned toward his
frozen buddy, Warren.
-“Get Boyd dressed. We have to go see Dr. Vine.”
Garret commanded sleepily.
Warren replied back dazed,
-“Dressed…Boyd…Dr.Vine…I understand…” And he slowly
began to re-dress his hypnotized victim.
***
CHAPTER NINE: DR. VINE?
Dr. Vine’s bedroom-boudoir was, like his basement,
starting to fill up. On his Kingsize bed, lay the comatose and hypnotized
bodies of Matthew and Chad and Shaun in that order. All three were lying down
but none of them looked comfortable. They had been commanded to put their
bodies into a metal-beam state and each was lying at strict military style
attention. Of course, given Dr. Vine’s bias for the male foot, all three boys
were lying just at the point on the bed so that their ankles dangled off the
footboard. In the corner, standing at vacant-eyed attention was Professor
Finegold, also completely mesmerized.
Dr. Vine walked into the room with a bottle of hot
scented oil he had prepared for his men’s feet. He took a second to admire the
three pairs of bare feet dangling before him as he knelt down to get to work.
All three guys had had their bare feet painted earlier with semen and now
dried, the skin on their soles of their feet had that crinkled look Doctor Vine
loved so. He was about to start applying the oil to Chad’s left foot and
Shaun’s right foot when a thought occurred to him. He hadn’t played with Saul’s
feet in years.
He stood up to examine the once princely professor
he hypnotized years ago. Not bad. Then he wondered,
-“Slave Saul? Do you still go every week for your
pedicure?” Dr. Vine asked while staring intently at the blank-faced sixty year
old.
-“Yes Master!” Saul barked back complBoydtly.
-“Slave Saul, I want you to lie down on the bed next
to Matthew. Since you hypnotized him first you should be apart of his complete
enslavement!” Dr. Vine was in virtual ecstasy as Saul Finegold made his way to
the bedside and then, positioning himself much as he did the three others. He
was now completely a part of the group.
Dr. Vine took a moment to admire Saul’s bare feet.
Though he was sixty, if you were just looking at his feet, you couldn’t tell.
Dr. Vine began by massaging Saul’s left foot against
Matthew’s right. Interestingly, both men had similar sized feet, Matthews being
slightly thinner and longer than Saul Finegold’s. As he massaged their feet
with ever greater intensity, he watched for any sign of reaction from either of
the two men. Nothing. Both hadn’t moved an inch and Matthew’s exposed penis
remained ever pointing northward.
He moved on to Shaun and Chad – two of the boys he
most prized in his collection. Garret and Warren had since joined this list as
well for their good looks and now, their proven abilities as a hypnotist. He
thought about it for a moment, the prospect of retiring Garret to his bedroom
boudoir and then he decided against it. As he continued to massage Chad and
Shaun’s feet together, rubbing the hot oil into them like a man possessed, he
secretly wished Garret could be there with him now, though he knew he would be
there shortly, with several new specimens.
Shaun and Chad’s eyes, wide-open and totally vacant,
continued to stare upward at the ceiling as if watching some engrossing movie.
Neither flinched as the hot oil made contact with the bare soles of their feet,
and like Matthew, both sported large erections throughout.
Chad for his part was totally lost. In his mindscape
a recurring mantra replayed like a record stuck on a single track: “Must obey
my master…must obey my master…” his internal voice droned on an on until his
mind, completely vacant and paralyzed, stood eerily still. He had no conception
of where he was, who he was, or anything about his past. No, in place of all
these synapses, were mantras of obedience.
Shaun by contrast, knew from the moment Jeff
hypnotized him that he was hypnotized. Of all Dr. Vine’s victims, Shaun, no
matter how much hypnosis administered, retained the most of his once dominant
personality. Once a weekend frat-partier, a womanizer and a pervert, Shaun’s
perversions were corruptible, he could be made to service men, but he had to be
in that deepest possible state for him to react nonchalantly, as expected. He
lay on the bed, oblivious to the others around him, but he knew someone was
massaging his foot. He also could tell that someone was massaging his foot
alongside someone else’s, as he repeatedly felt like his foot was being rubbed
up against someone else’s. Beyond that, he didn’t have the energy, strength or
focus to care.
Dr. Vine loved Shaun’s large feet and spent much
time lost in his soles. He felt himself going into a trance as he massaged
Shaun’s foot in a rhythmic, massaging motion. As Dr. Vine continued to stare at
Shaun’s foot, he became more and more entranced, unable to look away, unable to
think clearly. Instinctively and without thinking he undid his trousers and
began stroking his penis, Chad’s foot dropped to the side in the process.
As he continued to stroke and stare deeply into
Shaun’s foot he suddenly became overwhelmed with a compulsion to stand up. His
moment of ejaculatory bliss was almost there and he wanted to ensure that
Shaun’s right foot got the gist of it.
His explosion was unprecedented, further clearing
his mind, further rendering in him a compulsion to rub Shaun’s bare foot up
against his slowly deflating penis, still leaking cum. Shaun, for all his
awareness, lay paralyzed, oblivious to the show that just took place on the
sole of his foot.
Using Shaun’s foot to squeeze the last bit of
man-juice from his sack, Dr. Vine turned mechanically toward his dresser
bureau. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had been forced to
memorize.
There was a moment of silence before a very
different sounding Dr. Vine spoke into the receiver.
-“Master, in a few more weeks there will be 24 of us
as you have requested. We are all your humble hypnotic servants and exist to
serve you sir. Yes master. Your wish is my command. Two new slaves are being
brought over now. Yes Master, I know what to do with them. Yes Master – I hear
and I obey!” Dr. Vine’s body stuttered for a second before leaning down to
untie his loafers, so he could yank off his shoes and socks.
-“I am barefoot master. I await further
instructions.” His voice was more robotic and vacant than any of the men he had
hypnotized to date as he continued to stare at the sight on his bed – four men,
all ready to do his master’s bidding…
***
Boyd and Jonathan followed Warren and Garret toward
the house in the forest. It was cold again, as nights in New England tend to be
but Boyd and Jonathan both remained entranced and totally oblivious to the fact
that both their bare feet and ankles were frigidly nearing the point of
frostbite. Garret and Warren too were in their bare feet, but they had sneakers
on. Both Boyd and Jonathan were wearing tevas-style flip-flops, so their feet
were completely exposed to the elements. They continued to walk zombie like
toward the two forms of Garret and Warren.
The door was unlocked and Garret and Warren walked
right in. Boyd and Jonathan followed in that order. As each walked into the
professor’s house, each found his arms uncontrollably flinging upward, so that
like sleepwalkers, the four boys stood in line, in frozen unison, awaiting the
professor’s arrival.
Professor Vine stood completely immobilized, ears
glued to the telephone receiver, eyes plastered vacantly straight ahead. The
voice on the telephone continued to bark on as evidenced in Dr. Vine’s vocal
reactions.
-“Yes Master. I will deepen the hypnosis of every
single slave – I understand and obey master. Yes Master. I believe Garret and
Warren have arrived master. Yes Master. Your wishes are my commands. I
understand. I will remain barefoot until you arrive. Yes Master. I will
remember nothing of this phone call. I hear and I obey!” The frozen and erect
Dr. Vine turned to hang up the phone receiver. As he did, he snapped out his
trance thinking aloud to himself,
-“Geez, I hate crank calls!” He turned back toward
the bed where four of his slaves lay absolutely motionless. He relished the
idea of further deepening their trance levels, but first, he wanted to meet
Warren’s and Garret’s two latest male-slaves. He turned toward the doorway of
his bedroom before suddenly realizing that he was barefoot. It seemed odd to
him – Dr. Vine, despite his foot fetish, usually remained socked for most of
his sexual encounters. Moreover, he couldn’t remember taking his socks off.
No matter, he thought to himself as he walked out
the door and towards the stairwell, deciding not to put his socks back on. At
the landing, he saw all four boys standing in his living room, each with their
arms out-stretched, vacant eyed faces, and Garret and Warren sporting
erections.
Dr. Vine approached the foursome slowly, somewhat
disappointed in Warren and Garret’s choice with specimens. He looked the
entranced Boyd and Jonathan over, immediately deciding these two latest victims
did not measure up.
-“Slave Garret! Who chose these two boys?” Dr. Vine
pointed at Jonathan and Boyd simultaneously.
-“Warren did master.” Garret replied blankly.
Dr. Vine eyed Warren who had still not budged an
inch.
-“Warren, I believe you need to watch a few videos
of mine. When you watch, I want you to pay close attention to the men in the videos
– they have different looks, but they are all handsome, tall, muscular – these
two boys you brought me look like average guys to me, I am looking for studs,
is that clear slave?” Dr. Vine stepped one step closer to Warren, stepping on
his bare feet with his own bare feet, he aimed the hypnotizer into Warren’s
eyes and turned it on full-blast.
-“Repeat after me Warren! I will only hypnotize good
looking men!” Dr. Vine barked as he eyed Warren’s vacant eyed expression
slacken even more.
-“I will only hypnotize good looking men.” Warren
responded back enthralled, and sleepily.
-“Come with me Warren, you are going to watch a
video in the den- you will look at the men in the video very carefully and you
will be very turned on by all of them. You will also take note of what they
look like. When you see a guy on campus that has these qualities, you will
become friends with him and hypnotize him, is that clear slave?” Dr. Vine
intoned almost angrily.
-“Yes master, hypnotize only good looking guys… I understand.”
Warren repeated what he knew Dr. Vine wanted to hear. In the back of his mind,
he was still petrified at the thought of Dr. Vine asking him to recruit his two
younger brothers – Rory and Quinn. With every last fibre of his previous being
he would withhold their existence from Dr. Vine.
He followed the Doctor into the den and watched
vacantly as the doctor set up the video and put it in. It was the video diary
that Dr. Vine had made to date of all the men in his collection, and while
diverse looking, all were good looking.
-“You will watch this video and become more and more
entranced – you will want to hypnotize any of the men on this tape and you will
beg me to allow you to do it. When you are finished watching the tape you will
come to me Warren is that all clear?”
-“Yes master.” Warren plunked himself down on the
couch preparing to watch the movie. Before leaving the room, Dr. Vine
positioned Warren’s feet on the padded footstool, taking one last look at them
before returning upstairs to deal with the Boyd and Jonathan issue.
He looked both up and down again.
-“Alright you both seem to have decent looking feet,
I guess that’s a plus. Boyd, what size shoe do you wear?” Dr. Vine asked as he
flashed his light in Boyd’s already hypnotized eyes.
-“Nine and a half sir.” Boyd’s voice was completely
asleep.
-‘I am your master Boyd, you will call me your
master when you speak to me!” Dr. Vine turned the dial on his strobe light
causing the pulsing rhythm to intensify.
Boyd spoke more robotically this time,
-‘Yes master!’
-“As for you Jonathan, tell me, have you ever had
sex with a man?” Dr. Vine asked as he turned the light’s focus to Jonathan.
-“No master, never.” Jonathan replied back.
-‘You are going to have sex with a man, do you understand
me Jonathan?” Dr. Vine asked looking for any signs of preliminary resistance in
Jonathan.
-“Sex with a man…yes master.” Jonathan was gone,
having received a strong dose of Warren’s light, both he and Boyd were already
deeply hypnotized when they got there.
-“Well, maybe there’s hope for them yet. Maybe I’ll
keep them on guard duty or something. OR maybe… Boyd – I want you to go
downstairs and await me there. I think you, Vladmir and Han are going to fall
in love with each other.
-“Yes master.” And the blank faced rendition of Boyd
proceeded to walk straight ahead toward the basement stairwell, arms
ever-out-stretched.
-“Now, Garret, I’d like you to come upstairs with
me, I have a surprise for you. As for you Jonathan, take off your clothes immediately!
All of your clothes!
Jonathan rushed to comply and was soon standing
directly behind a pile of discarded clothing, ever alert.
-“Now, Garret, did you or Warren cum on Jonathan’s
feet?” Dr. Vine asked as he leaned down and picked up each of Jonathan’s bare
feet one at a time, looking for evidence of dried cum.
-“Yes master. Warren did. I came on Boyd’s feet.”
Garret could now remember the whole foot-orgy masturbation scene that took
place in his room. A scene he had for some reason, blocked out.
-Proceed upstairs slave Garret. Jonathan, you will
lock the front door and stand on guard. Do you understand?
The naked, hairy form of Jonathan only moved so as
to comply with his wishes. He was totally spaced out.
Garret entered Dr. Vine’s bedroom and was
immediately taken aback. His programming ensured that upon seeing any man’s
bare feet, the soles of their bare feet especially, he would go into trance.
He stood for a moment, not even certain which pair
of feet belonged to who. For a brief second, he thought he saw Matthew
intertangled in the group, but his own trance quickly took over. Garret fell to
his knees in awe and continued to stare at the four pairs of bare feet directly
in front of him. They were his altar – he was under their control.
Dr. Vine entered the room triumphantly.
-“Excellent Garret, you’re going deeper into
hypnosis, aren’t you?”
The blank faced teen replied back monotonously, as
he continued to gawk at the pile of men’s feet before him.
-“Yes master – deeper into hypnosis.”
-“Now Garret, answer me honestly, do you have a
brother?”
-“Yes master. Three.” Garret replied back blankly.
-“Names!” Dr. Vine barked at his kneeling servant.
-“Parker, Tyler, Kyle master.” As he said their
names aloud he thought of them for the first time in weeks and yet, as he
continued to stare into Chad’s, Shaun’s, Matthew’s and Dr. Finegold’s bare
feet, all he could think of was how he could hypnotize his three brothers for
Dr. Vine and how once under, he could get a good look at their bare feet.
-“What are their ages slave Garret?” Dr. Vine asked
carefully as he stroked Garret’s blonde hair with the back of his hand.
-“Kyle is 26 – he’s a dentist…married…two kids.
Tyler is the youngest, he’s only 14 and Parker is 18 master. He is looking into
Carper’s for next year master.”
-“You are going to hypnotize all three of your
brothers and bring them to me, but you will start with Parker. You will go home
this weekend and play up Carper’s to him. You will offer to take him on a tour
of the place and to introduce him to some of your new friends, and professors.
I will be one of those people of course. But by the time you bring Parker to me
I want him to have been hypnotized. You know what you are to do with him once
he is under your power?” Dr. Vine asked slyly.
-“Yes master. I will masturbate all over his bare
feet. I will take his socks and bring them to you and I will make sure he goes
around bare foot as you ordered. I hear and I obey.” Garret wasn’t even
thinking of what he was saying or how he would carry it out. He just had a
sudden urge to hang out with his brother Parker – they were always closest,
they hung out together a lot in high school and had some of the same friends.
-“Now Matthew, do you have any brothers?” Dr. Vine
asked as he lifted Matthew’s left foot into mid-air.
-‘Yes master. But Glen lives in California now. He’s
27 and married master.’ Matthew sounded like a robot.
-‘Pity. What about you Shaun. Do you have any
handsome brothers in your family?” Dr. Vine asked.
-“Yes master. Mike and Tray are twins sir – they are
twenty one and they own their own gym in town.” Shaun gave Dr. Vine even more
information than he had asked for, but it was valuable nonetheless.
-“A gym – how fascinating. Maybe eventually we could
have our pickings of the clientele. For now Shaun, you will also go home this
weekend and you will have an uncontrollable desire to hypnotize Mike and Tray –
whatever it takes to get them to let you hypnotize them you will do. And once
they are under you will also go into deep hypnosis. After that, you will take
off their socks, and shoot your load on their bare feet. Is all that understood
Shaun?” Dr. Vine asked, ready to flash his pocket-light in Shaun’s eyes.
-“Yes master. I will hypnotize Tray and Mike and
jerk off on their feet, I understand.”
-“You will also bring them to me once they are under
your power is that clear?” Dr. Vine intoned.
-‘Yes master. It is perfectly clear. I hear and I
obey.”
Shaun replied back mechanically.
-“And Chad, I think we knew already doesn’t have any
brothers just two sisters right?” Dr. Vine asked.
-“Yes master – Sherry and Karin. They are seventeen
and twenty two master.” Chad replied back.
-“At some point Chad, you will return into their
lives and hypnotize them but for now, we’re going for an all male cast.’ Dr.
Vine joked as he tickled the sole of Chad’s paralyzed foot.
-‘Yes master. I understand.” Chad blurted before
going back into mental-paralysis mode.
Dr. Vine was about to go back to deepening his slaves
trances when Saul Finegold spoke out.
-“Master, my son and two grandchildren are coming
for a visit this weekend. My son is forty and his two sons are fifteen and
seventeen.”
-“What are there names Saul?” Dr. Vine asked now
walking toward the clothed but barefoot Saul Finegold.
-“My son’s name is Owen, his kids are Shane and
Devin.’ Dr. Finegold droned on.
-‘You are going to hypnotize Owen, Shane and Devin
is that clear Saul? When they are under you know what to do with them, then you
call me. Understood?”
-“Yes Master – I will hypnotize my son and grandsons
for you master.”
-And what will you do with them once they are under
slave?”
-“I will masturbate on their
bare feet master and make them your slaves.” Dr. Finegold’s voice slurred as he
relished the thought of doing what he was proposing to do.
The Muscled-Man’s Gym was not unlike any other city
gym. Run by twin brothers Tray and Mike, two professional trainers and Olympic
athletes, the gym was the brother’s livelihood, enabling them to train for
professional qualifications. Tray lifted weights and Mike wrestled, either way,
the twins were identical in almost every way, including having the best toned
bodies around.
On their desks in their office, pictures of family
members, but mostly there were pictures of Shaun. Since he left on that sudden
research expedition to somewhere in Brazil, his brothers hadn’t heard from him,
missed him and had been worried about his whereabouts, they sometimes feared the
worst. Though nowhere in the wildest imaginations would they have guessed that
their brother Shaun had become a mindless mind-controlled automaton, sent back
into their lives now, to capture and ensnare them into the professor’s hypnotic
clutches.
Shaun was programmed to wait until after-hours to
approach the club. One minute after eleven on Friday night, Shaun found himself
outside his brothers’ gym, tapping lightly on the glass door. A beautiful woman
who seemed to be a receptionist at first tried to shoo him off, but upon closer
inspection, she could see that he was Shaun, younger brother of her bosses. She
couldn’t open the door fast enough.
-“Get your ass in here! Man, you worried a lot of
people going off to the rainforest and shit! How the hell are you! Your brother
is going to be real happy to see you!” the sexy black woman stopped what she
was saying to add, “You don’t remember me, do you? It’s me, Alex!”
Shaun looked at her with confusion. Why would he
care who she is? She did seem vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t care
less. He was there for Mike and Tray. Shaun looked around, the surroundings
seemed familiar to him, as if he had been there, but in an alternate lifetime
or something.
-“My brother? Only one of them is here then?” Shaun
asked, almost glad that he could deal with them one at a time.
-‘Yup. Mike’s over in Dublin, attending some sports
conference or something. But Tray’s here. Here, let me tell him you’re here!”
and she ran off down the hall like a school girl, skipping towards Tray’s
office.
Shaun stood there immobilized in thought for a
moment. He would hypnotize Tray tonight and find out when Mike was due back and
hypnotize him. Hopefully, he’d be back by Monday morning, when it was time for
him to leave back to Carper’s.
His reverie was interrupted by a loud, boisterous
cry and a hug that nearly shook Shaun out of his hypnotic trance.
-“Bro!!!” Tray screamed as he ran up to his brother
Shaun, picking him up and nearly slamming him onto the carpet.
-“Where the fuck have you been? What the hell is up
with you man? Brazil? Come on! You remember where my office is right? I want
details dude! You owe me. Thanks Leanne, you can go home now, I’ll lock up.”
Tray signaled his assistant merrily and she vanished in a poof of smoke.
Soon, the two brothers were tucked away in Tray’s
office, kicking back and shooting the breeze. Once he was comfortable, and
without thinking about it, Shaun kicked off his sneakers and let his bare feet
hang free.
-“Ok, so this professor dude got you into the Maya
and Inca civilizations, but I still don’t understand what you went off with him
looking for?” Tray seemed a bit perplexed.
-“It’s kinda like a mantra for a mind-control
ritual. The professor found part of it – once it’s read through and through,
you can control the mind of any man.” Shaun boasted.
-“Sounds like a farce to me. Very Star-Trekish ya
know?” Tray teased his younger brother somewhat.
Shaun eyed him thoughtfully before replying
tactfully.
-“Tray, I didn’t believe it myself – so the Doc
recited part of it at this guy Eliot in my class, turned him into a hypnotized
robot – you shoulda seen the guy man. He was like the Doc’s totally willing
slave! And that’s not the worst of it…” Shaun enjoyed the tease.
-‘Why? What do you mean?” Tray asked interested.
-“There are several governments including this one
after the same documents – we had to fight them, just like in Indiana Jones and
all. Wow it was amazing!” Shaun was panting in all his excitement. Without
thinking he leaned back in his chair and put his huge bare feet on his
brother’s desk, right opposite where Tray was sitting.
-“Uh ok thanks Shaun – I don’t need to fall under
the mind control of your feet!” Tray joked as he physically pushed his
brother’s feet from his desk before continuing.
-“So this sounds more like the X-Files actually. So
you saw this ancient magic crap in practice? I mean, what did the Doc do to
that guy Elliot?” Tray asked somewhat concerned.
-“The usual stuff you do with hypnotized people I
guess. He just wanted to show me its power – convince me that I needed to join
him on his mission. And once I saw what happened to Elliot, I decided, that’s
it… I’m going.”
-“Amazing. So what did Elliot have to say once he
was snapped out of it?” Tray asked with a smile.
-“Snapped out of it? No, no, the trance is
permanent. Elliot still serves Professor Vine the only thing is he doesn’t
totally know it.” Shaun explained.
-“That sounds illegal!” Tray barked back a little
nervously, his abs beginning to curl on their own.
-“Dude, he doesn’t violate him in any way, he just
can’t undo the magic spell, in part because we don’t have the second part of
the document.”
-“Shaun, tell me, has Doctor Vine ever done this
hocus-pocus mumbo jumbo on you?” Tray asked with serious concern.
-“Nah, are you kidding? But dude, it’s not hocus
pocus! Like, look, Tray have you ever been hypnotized?” Shaun asked his older
brother.
-“Nope, and I don’t think it would work on me. My
mind is too strong!” Tray boasted.
-“I bet you I could hypnotize you Tray, right here,
right now!” Shaun challenged.
-“No fuckin way man!” Tray was a little nervous at
the prospect of anyone tinkering with his mind.
-‘So you are afraid then! I shoulda known. I bet you
Mike lets me hypnotize him no questions asked!”
-‘Fine go ahead and try and hypnotize me – what do I
care! Besides, they say you can’t be made to do anything against your will,
right?” Tray asked as his barefoot brother approached him with the pocket
hypnotizer.
Tray’s naked body lay sprawled out on his desk, his
legs, past the knee hanging off, but because of post-hypnotic commands, his
body remained ever-rigid, hard to the touch, muscles everywhere strained into
somnambulistic paralysis.
It hadn’t taken Shaun long to hypnotize his older
brother and he didn’t expect it would take him long to hypnotize Mike, but for
the fact that Mike was only returning home on Tuesday. Shaun decided then and
there that he would spend time programming Tray and leaving with him as soon as
that was done.
Tray’s body was even more defined and sculpted than
Shaun’s – he was a few inches taller, about seventy pounds heavier and slightly
bigger-boned. Weighing in at 290 lbs exactly, Tray’s massive upper body
strength was that of someone twice his size, and his legs could support over
1000 lbs of weight. Like the rest of his body, his legs remained frozen, two
paralyzed beams jetting out of the table. Shaun circled his brother many times
before coming back to the foot of the desk and to where Tray’s bare feet were
suspending in mid-air. Shaun had of course seen his brother barefoot before,
but somehow, holding Tray’s left foot in his hands, it was as if it were the
first time. In seconds, Shaun’s erection grew out of his pants, seconds later,
his seed found itself dripping over Tray’s enormous size 16 soles. He stood
over his immobilized and entranced brother for a few moments, still enthralled,
enchanted by the soles of his feet. It might have been several eons later, but
Shawn’s reverie was interrupted by an almost subliminal set of commands
resonating in the recesses of his fogged brain:
-“Bring Tray to Dr. Vine… Bring Tray to Doctor
Vine…”
And suddenly Shaun was filled with a new sense of
purpose. He snapped to, reaching to the floor to get his brother’s sweat-pants
and sneakers back on. He decided he would dress Tray before giving him a few
final instructions and waking him up. With Tray’s legs outstretched and rigid
so, Shaun had no problem putting his brother’s sweat pants on him. For some reason,
Shaun decided to take his brother’s underwear, just as he had done with his
socks. Something told him Dr. Vine would be pleased with that decision.
They had a couple-hour drive ahead of them and Shaun
wanted to hit the road now so they could get to Professor Vine’s house before
midnight. Since Mike wouldn’t be back for days, Shaun decided to waste no time.
He piped a few last minute commands into his brother’s robotic shell and then
woke him up with complete memory block of the hypnosis experience.
-‘Say, Shaun… why are we going to see this professor
dude of yours, is there some kind of problem?” Tray asked as he fingered the
back part of his foot and his heel, through his shoe. His right foot was
feeling itchy for some reason, though he hadn’t a clue why.
-‘What’s up Tray?’ Shaun asked his brother who
looked somewhat confused.
-“I dunno it’s weird. My foot is all itchy so I’m
scratching it and then I realized I’m not wearing socks. But I coulda sworn I
was wearing socks today – and I’m sure I didn’t take em off anywhere, so I’m
kinda a little puzzled. That’s all.”
-“Tray, when I got in here you didn’t have socks on…
remember? Gee, I guess it is true what they say…” Shaun started.
-“What?” Tray asked.
-“I guess the mind does start to go when you get
old.” Shaun jabbed his brother lightly in the ribs.
-“Shut up ya fruit I’m only a couple years older
than you!”
And the two got up to leave. Tray set the alarm on
the gym, took one last look at the place and left with Shawn for the toward Carper’s
University.
-“Ah Shaun, is this your brother Tray?” Dr. Vine
asked at the entrance of his country cottage.
Tray extended his arm toward the professor as his
brother, now vacant-eyed and expressionless, replied:
-“Yes master. This is my brother Tray.”
Tray was visibly shaken by his brother’s referring
to another man as his master.
-‘Shaun, what’s with that yes master bullshit?” Tray
asked his hypnotized brother, at once realizing that something was wrong. Shaun
didn’t seem to be budging an inch!
-‘Shaun? Shaun? What’s up with him? What did you to
him?” Tray asked the doctor in a fearful panic.
-“Shaun, tell Tray – what did I do to you?” Dr. Vine
was playing with Shaun and his handsomer brother Tray. He only did this with
specimens that he considered exceptional like Jeff, Garret and Warren. He liked
the mind-games associated with controlling a dominant, healthy heterosexual
male.
Shaun continued to stare blankly ahead as his mantra
came to mind and mouth simultaneously:
-“You hypnotized me!” Upon saying this Shaun’s
stance became increasingly rigid as his body began to freeze at attention. Ever
slowly his face turned blanker and blanker. As his arms automatically rose in
front of him, Shaun suddenly looked like a zombie, from one of those B movies
from the 50’s.
Tray looked at the Doctor in horror.
-‘What the hell is this? Man, why, how, why Shaun?
What’s going on here?” Tray struggled to formulate a coherent sentence he was
so flustered and nervous.
-“Tell him slave Shaun! Tell Tray what you have done
to him!” Dr. Vine ordered the now motionless Shaun statue.
-“Must hypnotize my brothers and bring them to you…”
his voice trailed off into sleep.
-“And… once Tray was hypnotized, then what did you
do with him?” Dr. Vine quizzed his hypnotized servant.
-“I masturbate on the soles of his bare feet and
then bring him to my master.” Shaun replied steadily.
Tray was overwhelmed.
-“What the fuck – is that why I’m here? So you can
hypnotize me or something?”
Dr. Vine looked into Tray’s eyes.
-“You’re not that smart are you? You’re brother just
admitted to hypnotizing you – you are already one of my slave’s Tray… take off
your shoes and I will show you.
Tray found himself kicking off his sneakers in an
awkward moment of cerebral compliance.
-“Now, why don’t you have a seat Tray!” The
professor motioned Shaun’s older brother into place on his livingroom sofa.
Tray, for all his athlete strength, could not stop his body from obeying. This
made him think that he had to have been hypnotized before, probably by Shaun,
under the diress of this Professor.
Like with Warren before him, the Doctor made Tray
put one of his feet up on his knee so that he could see for himself proof of
his own victimization.
-“Look at your foot Tray – look at it deeply – you
see how it shines in the light? That’s your brother’s cum now drying on your
foot. You wanna smell it don’t you? You wanna lick it don’t you?” Dr. Vine
coaxed the stunned athlete on.
-“No! What is this!? This is sick! Stop this! I…I…”
Tray’s voice trailed off into itself as he became ever more lured into skin on
the sole of his foot. He now knew why his feet were so cold, so itchy – his
brother had cum all over him! With his last bit of strength, Tray turned to see
Shaun, still frozen at attention, unmoved from where he was before. He
continued to have that same blank-faced look plastered on him like a still-life
painting.
Just then, a naked Warren entered the living room.
-“Master, I have watched all the video-tapes you
wanted me to – I am ready to do your bidding!” he announced robot-like.
Tray looked Warren up and down as much as his frozen
stare would allow. Warren was someone he had known in elementary school, so he
was shocked to see him here, naked and obviously under this professor’s
control.
-“Excellent Warren. You can stay here with me now. I
want to show one of my new slaves a demonstration. Now Tray –look at Warren
over there. You see how completely controlled he is? He can’t move his smallest
toe without permission from me. Isn’t that right Warren?”
-“Yes Master. My toes are under your power!” Came a
vacant reply from the tranced out redhead.
Tray looked the Doctor over, a look of horror on his
face before he managed to blurt out:
-“You obviously have a thing for feet, huh? Geez,
what’s up with you and that?”
Dr. Vine looked at Tray and decided he had had
enough play for one day. From his lapel he removed the hypno-strobe light and
turned it on Tray. Within seconds, Tray was entranced.
Dr. Vine was pleased.
-“Now Tray, I have a special mission for you!” Dr.
Vine began.
-“Mission…” Tray blurted back sleepily.
-“You are going to hypnotize your brother Michael
and bring him to me – you are going to hypnotize him is that clear?”
-“Hypnotize Mike, yah… clear.” It took him all his energy to respond back.
-“And Tray – once you have Mike hypnotized you will
take off his socks, and you will cum on his bare feet. Repeat that now Tray!”
Dr. Vine ordered.
-“Hypnotize Mike, take off his socks, cum all over
his feet.” Tray droned on.
-“Then you will bring him to me Tray, to me, to me –
your master. I am your master Tray – you are my slave.”
Tray stared helplessly into oblivion as he repeated
his mind’s inner-most mantra:
-“You are my master. I am your slave. I will bring Mike
to you master, as you ordered. I hear and I obey.” His voice was the most
changed of all the guys Dr. Vine had hypnotized thus far. With little or no
prompting, Tray’s hypnotized voice seemed at least three octaves lower than the
tone he was using moments earlier.
-“Now Shaun, come to your master, come see your
older brother Tray, enslaved!” Dr. Vine commanded, and the blank-faced
automaton that was Shaun merely responded with a “Yes Master” before
repositioning himself closer to his hypnotized brother, Warren and the Doctor.
To be continued. Still To come: Chapter 11, 12, 13,
14, 15, Epilogue and of course, Chapter 1: The Beginning, where we find
out once and for all who is at the top of the “Hypno-foot-chain”…
CHAPTER 11: PARKER
PARKED…GARRET MARKED
He
couldn’t believe he was home for the weekend. It had been a grueling semester.
Keeping up with his schoolwork was hard enough, but losing all three of his
friends to various other life-directions, Garret was feeling a little
depressed. At least when Warren was around, he had him. Now Warren was assigned
a room at the other end of campus and they rarely saw each other. All the more
reason Garret thought, to convince Parker to attend Carper’s in the fall. At
least with his little brother in toe, he’d have a shot at making some new
friends.
Parker
wasn’t home though, again. According to Garret’s parents, Parker hadn’t been
coming home much of late. He was living part-time with a woman fifteen years
his senior and seemed to be distancing himself from the family more and more.
Garret was at first concerned.
Then
it dawned on him. Parker might be easier to hypnotize if he was in anyway
vulnerable. Garret decided to call the number his mother had given him, hoping
to catch Parker at Sylvia’s place.
An
almost matronly voice picked up the receiver – purring hello, almost like a cat
in heat.
-“Uh,
hi. Is this Sylvia? I’m Garret, Parker’s brother. I was wondering is he there
with you now?” Garret tried to maintain his composure. It had been a while since
any aspect of womanhood got him aroused, but somehow hearing Sylvia’s voice,
seemed to be doing it, at least somewhat.
-“He’s
here… um, but I’m not sure if he’s
available to take the call…” Her voice vibrated through Garret’s ear-drums,
enticing him to want to hear more.
-“Lemme
see if he can come to the phone…” and she was gone for what seemed like an
eternity, but was actually three seconds. Her hypnotic voice replaced by a very
strained, almost pained voice, one Garret barely recognized.
-“Gar
– is that you?” Parker spoke the words choppily.
-“Parker
what the heck is wrong with you?” Garret asked concerned.
-“Dude,
it’s nothing. Are you home or what?” Parker asked still using much the same
inflection – his tone of voice was pure pain.
-“uh
yeah, are you…?” Garret didn’t even have a chance to finish his thought, Parker
anyhow, knew what his brother was going to ask next.
-“Yeah,
I’ll leave here in a few minutes, I’ll be there in half an hour!” Parker
shouted into the phone and then the line went dead.
How
odd that was, Garret thought to himself as he readied himself for his brother’s
illustrious arrival. Now if he was lucky, he’d be able to hypnotize Parker
before their parents came home from an afternoon of shopping and bargain
hunting.
Garret
readied his father’s office for his encounter with Parker. He decided on that
room as the milieu since it had the most comfortable, plush couch and the most
adjustable lighting. He adjusted the lights to a near dimmer, turned off the
phones, and pulled the blinds. Parker couldn’t have any distractions and
neither could he. The clock was ticking and their parents would surely be home
within a couple of hours.
Parker
showed up at the house, surprisingly on time. He used his own keys to let
himself in, as he was still living there part-time as well.
-“Dude,
get over here man!” Parker yelled out to his brother on the stairwell.
Garret
couldn’t believe his eyes. In just a few short months, his clean-cut brother
had undergone a metamorphosis of sorts – his hair was longer, he had two
earrings in both ears, a tattoo on his left arm, and the clothes of a grungy
street urchin. Immediately upon seeing him, Garret was repulsed, and he knew,
Professor Vine would not be interested in him, in his current form.
Garret
ran down the stairs to give his younger brother a hug.
-“What
the fuck happened to you? You look like a freakin’ genetic experiment!” Garret
asked.
-“Close!”
Parker beamed as he flashed a beam of light from a device very similar to the
one in Garret’s shirt pocket.
-“Now
Garret, listen to me and obey!” Parker didn’t know how to induce hypnosis,
luckily for him, Garret was well-trained in the art of succumbing to hypnotic
charms.
-“Listen
to me Garret and obey! Obey me and your new mistress – Sylvia. You must obey
her now. Is that clear?” Parker stroked his brother’s clean-shaven face as
Garret continued to stare off into oblivion.
-“I
think we’re going to have to do something about your look Garret. Mistress
Sylvia prefers a much more macho kinda guy!” Parker chuckled as he switched off
the light, leaving Garret paralyzed and hypnotized right there.
-“You
will come with me to mistress Sylvia, Garret. She’ll want to inspect you and
interrogate you.”
-“Yes
master. I understand and I obey!” Garret followed his brother down the flight
of stairs towards his crappy old Mazda parked in the garage. He had no idea
what was going on, but was completely contented to follow his younger brother’s
orders.
Saul
Finegold was completely torn. With his son completely hypnotized and tucked in for the night, which grandson
would he hypnotize first – Devin – the nineteen year old jock, standing at
almost six feet tall? Or Shane, the twenty-two year old nerdy-type, shorter,
stockier, but still handsome in his own right. Each brother had their own room
– Saul’s place was huge for a bachelor – five bedrooms and a basement that
could sleep twenty if need be, as it sometimes did over the years…
He
eyed both doorways, finally deciding on Devin as the grandson that would be
easier to hypnotize.
He
opened Devin’s bedroom door cautiously. It was only after one in the morning,
and the boy had only gone to bed less than half hour before. Still, he knew the
boy was tired. He drove the entire way up – part of Owen’s way of saying he
trusts his son. Saul felt a moment of awkwardness at the thought of what he was
about to do. The moment passed however when upon opening the door further, he
could see Devin, in bed, covers kicked off, in some kind of hyper REM sleep.
-‘This
is perfect!’ Saul thought to himself. ‘I can enter his dreams through hypnosis
and enslave him there!’ He looked over at his grandson’s very long and thin
feet. They were bare already and Saul’s conditioning was so strong. But he
refrained from touching any part of his sleeping grandson. Yet…
Instead,
he approached the headboard where the brown-haired, olive skinned nineteen year
old lay. His eyes were so adorable like that, Saul thought as he watched his
grandson’s eyeballs move back and forth behind their closed lids. He was
already in heaven!
-“Devin,
listen to me…” Saul spoke slightly but intently into his grandson’s
unsuspecting, sleeping ear.
-‘Listen…’
Devin repeated sleepily, removed.
Saul
was noticeably thrilled to have been able to gain access to his grandson’s
subconsciously as swiftly as he did. With his own son Owen, Saul had to use the
hypno-light and an extended induction script. For some reason, Owen put up some
resistance towards the end of the session. It was irrelevant – but nonetheless
Saul noted it before stripping his son naked and masturbating on both his feet.
Now it was Devin’s turn.
-“Devin,
listen to me an obey.” Saul threw the word obey in to test Devin’s
suggestibility.
-‘listen
and obey.’ Devin repeated back blankly.
-“Open
your eyes son! Slowly, that’s it! Open your eyes and obey!” Saul held his
grandson by the forehead with one arm, using his right hand he activated the
beam. Within seconds, the already sleeping and receptive Devin was entranced
and ready for further reprogramming.
He
looked at his grandson – for a brief moment, he was in shock. What had just
happened? Did he really hypnotize one of his grandchildren? And to what end?
His thoughts began to race, seeing his grandson so vulnerable before him, he
was compelled though to move forward with his hypnotic induction.
-“Devin,
I want you to slowly stand. You are going to come with me!” Saul spoke softly
into his grandson’s ear.
-“Come
with you…” the hypnotized Devin repeated.
Saul
was somehow happy to see that his grandson was only sleeping in his boxer
shorts. It would be easy to disrobe him and lay him alongside his entranced,
naked father.
-‘Come
Devin…walk toward my voice…slowly…that’s it. Come!” Saul motioned Devin into
the hall, past the bathroom and into his father’s room. Unbeknownst to them,
Shane had witnessed this whole thing from his slightly opened bedroom door and
he was intent to see where this was all going.
Why
would grandpa hypnotize Devin and then bring him into Dad’s room? As the thought
mulled its way through Shane’s calculating mindscape, he was slightly taken
aback by a sudden knock on his door.
Catching
his breath, Shane turned and opened the door fully to see his grandfather
looking rather spaced, maybe even hypnotized himself, shining some kind of
light in his eyes. Though he hadn’t quite gotten a look at it.
-“Shane,
look at the light!” Saul commanded his eldest grandson.
-‘No!
I don’t want to be hypnotized!” Shane protested as he bolted for his dad’s
room. Whatever was going on, his father would know about it. Shane opened the
door and was instantaneously horrified. There on his father’s bed, lay his
father and his brother, both naked, lying side by side – both entranced.
-“Why?”
Shane asked his grandfather who was now standing almost directly atop him. Saul
was ever-determined to hypnotize Shane.
-“Look
at the light!” The beam caught Shane by surprise, knocking him to the floor as
he helplessly continued to gawk into it’s spiraling continuum. His dilated
pupils now glued to the inner-frequency of the light – he was in a state of
super-suggestibility.
-“Shane.
Come! Get undressed!” Saul ordered of his hypnotized, older grandson. “Take off
your underwear too, I need to check your penis out!” He commanded out of
nowhere.
-“Sure
gramps.” Shane replied, barely sounding hypnotized at all. In fact, but for the
fact that he was complying with the request, Shane didn’t seem the least bit
hypnotized.
He
stood naked except for his socks at the threshold of his father’s bedroom door.
The scene that had shocked him just moments before unchanged, though Shane’s
reaction to it was most changed.
Standing
in his slightly flabby nakedness, Saul escorted his grandson to the other side
of the bed, to lie on his son’s right side. Once getting Shane on the bed, he
positioned him in the same position as Owen and Devin; just the way Dr. Vine
liked it – feet hanging slightly off the bed.
He
stood back to admire his work, though it was far from complete. Neither man had
even the slightest trace of erectile excitement and Saul knew he was destined
to change that. He began by removing Shane’s socks, rendering him as naked as
his father and brother.
Next,
Saul Finegold found himself doing a very odd and bizarre thing.
-“Your
bodies and minds are paralyzed – completely frozen. You cannot move unless I,
your master, move you into a certain position!” Saul issued the command,
neither of the three seemed to even hear, much less respond. Still, the
suggestion took. Within a minute, Saul could discern a noticeable shift in his
three victim’s body stances. They were all becoming rigid.
He
pushed Shane’s body right up against and then under his father’s. He did the
same to Devin, so that but for one leg each, both boys were now under their
father – their ever-growing erections in direct contact with both his left and
right inner thighs and ass cheeks.
Owen
for his part was actually under the deepest. Saul had hypnotized his son
before, for various reasons, but never for anyone else, like Dr. Vine. This
time was different though. And Saul got a jubilant rise out of seeing his
blank-faced Conservative son lying at attention, on top of both his hypnotized
sons. Saul knew at that exact moment, that it was time to get the video camera.
***
Garret
stood motionless as the soft purring voice behind him spoke, spoke directly to
his inner-self.
-“Tell
me Garret, who is this man who has been hypnotizing you?”
-“Dr.
Vine.” He mumbled back.
-“I
want to meet this Doctor Vine.” Sylvia cooed.
-“Only
likes men. Hypnotized men.” Garret responded sleepily.
-‘Is
that so? Well in that case, I guess we need to come up with a story... Listen
to me Garret, listen and obey. You are going to bring both me and your brother
Parker to Doctor Vine! In your head, you will believe that you hypnotized me
and Parker together, because I wouldn’t leave his side. Is that clear?” The
female dominatrix commanded.
-“Clear.
Yes.” Garret replied vacantly.
-“Now,
is there something you are supposed to do to those men you hypnotize Garret?”
Sylvia asked curiously.
-‘Yes
mistress’ Garret somehow felt more comfortable with a mistress than a master – despite all his reprogramming – he was
still, deep down, an all hetero-male.
-“What
is it Garret? TELL ME!” Sylvia purred.
-“Must
take off their socks and cum on their feet!” Garret responded robotically.
-“How
interesting. So this Doctor Vine has a foot fetish for guy’s feet? Hmmm? So
what are you waiting for slave Garret? Take off my socks and cum on my feet –
once you do, you will believe I am your hypnotized slave. And for effect, you
will do the same to your brother! Parker, come lie down next to your mistress.
We’re both about to have a foot bath of cum.”
Staring
blankly up at the ceiling, Parker’s response, predictable as it was, was still
hot to the ear:
-“…foot
bath of cum…” He replied monotonously before lying down alongside the woman who
had been hypnotizing him now for some time.
Doctor
Vine’s sleep was interrupted by a late-night phone call. Thankfully, he had
Saul’s son Owen now on permanent phone duty. Owen’s sons, were sent back to
their lives out west, but with a distinct itch to hypnotize their male friends.
In the end, Dr. Vine decided that both Shane and Devin would be missed by too
many people to merit keeping them in his compound. But that’s not to say he
didn’t have some fun with them for the two days they were there… Shane wound up
having sex with Jonathan, Warren and Han, while Devon was penetrated by Chad,
Jean-Claude and Jeff.
Dr.
Vine turned onto his other side, nearly knocking Matthew in the face with his
elbow. Matthew and Chad were now permanent residents of his bedroom boudoir. He
looked at Matthew’s sleeping face with adulation – the perfect profile,
angelic, curved features that seemed to be blended together just perfectly.
Matthew seemed to have the perfect face for hypnosis – wonderfully expressive
even in it’s blank state.
The
naked, helpless form of Owen Finegold suddenly appeared at Dr. Vine’s bedside.
Apart from Dr. Finegold himself, Owen was Dr. Vine’s oldest slave. His mature
features did not hide his age – Owen looked like a man in his early to
mid-forties, but he was nonetheless good-looking.
-“Master
there is a phone call for you sir.” The blank faced automaton recited as if
from previously arranged script.
-“Who
is it?” Dr. Vine mumbled to himself as he turned himself to face Owen.
-“The
man said his name was Count Von Hypnolot master.” Owen repeated what he had
been told. Upon hearing Owen’s words, Dr. Vine’s face went as blank as his and
he automatically lifted the covers from his body and sleepily moved toward his
bureau and his bedroom telephone.
Dr.
Vine picked up the receiver of the phone, already in deep trance, but his voice
proved it all the more.
-“Master.
I hear and I obey.” Dr. Vine spoke robotically into the phone.
A
few second pause and then another,
-“Yes
master. I hear and I obey.” He hung up the phone and slowly started coming to.
First, he had to take off his pajama bottoms so that he was totally naked. He
didn’t really know why but for the fact that he wanted to be more comfortable.
-“Owen,
Chad come with me!” Dr. Vine barked in a semi-sleepy monotone.
Like
the rising dead, Chad lifted his corpse-like shell up and off the bed to follow
Dr. Vine and Owen down the stairs and into the basement. As he and Owen
followed Dr. Vine, their arms flung outward into midair, as if by conditioned
response…
The
lights to the basement were suddenly turned on.
A
creepy stillness enveloped the room – a sound of nothingness that was almost
too loud to bear… the room seemed suspended in time, its occupants, lost to the
fabric of time and space – frozen in their familiar, attentive stances.
-“Now
let’s see, who could join Owen and Chad?” Dr. Vine debated as he made his way
up and down the aisle of frozen, hypnotized men-statues.
Han
and Tyrone remained ever glued to each other. The Doctor debated taking them,
but passed them over. Behind them, Jean Jean Claude stood frozen next to his
new pedastol-partner, Boyd. Doctor Vine thought for a moment and decided to
take the sexy Frenchman Jean Claude.
-“Jean
Claude, come to your master!” he ordered authoritatively and as if by magic,
the words served to animate the frozen Frenchman.
-“Yes
Masteur!” He struggled to get off his knees, nearly throwing Boyd off balance,
but finally, he made it to within a few feet of the professor, he stopped, arms
ever-out stretched, his mind awaiting its next set of commands.
-“Now,
let’s see who else is up to this task? Ha, ha!” Dr. Vine was amusing himself
with thoughts of what he was about to do to three or four of his subjects.
He
looked down the line. The pedastol previously occupied by Shaun and Jeff was
now housing his two hairiest slaves Jonathan and Vlad, neither of whom could be
seen in public just yet, so he passed them over too.
Jeff
and Warren, the professors two red-heads were sharing the next pedastol, and
once again, neither of them were gone long enough to be useful to Dr. Vine’s
current plan.
With
Garret, Shaun and Tray in temporary absentia, the Professor concluded,
reluctantly, that Chad, Jean Claude and Owen would have to suffice.
-“Owen,
Chad, Jean-Claude! Listen to me an obey… You are all going to come with me.
NOW!!”
The
three automatons simply followed Dr. Vine as he made his way hastily up the
stairs, no idea what nefarious plot was being hatched in the hypnotized Dr.
Vine’s headspace.
***
The
road up to Carper’s college was pretty isolated. There were some cottages and a
convenience store several miles down, but otherwise it was mostly forested,
somewhat mountainous. The residents used the road often, but they only
comprised a small percentage of its actual users. Professors and students with
cars drove the road every day and most often.
It
was barely dawn yet but the professor and his crew of three sleepy followers
were making their way down the road, away from the University, toward an
intersection on the road that was heavily frequented. Each man was carrying a
lawn chair and seemed to be walking in a daze in the quiet still of early dawn.
When
Doctor Vine and his group reached the intersection, he turned to face Owen,
Chad and Jean-Claude.
-“Men,
open your lawn chairs and get comfortable in them!” Dr. Vine ordered.
The
three set up their chairs in order alongside each other. Each then got on their
lawn chairs as ordered, making themselves comfortable.
Dr.
Vine then made his way down the line, taking off each men’s shoes (he wasn’t
too sure if the shoes he had given Chad, Owen and Jean-Claude were in
actuality, theirs, but they fit well enough). He then pulled their sweat pants
up, exposing their lower legs and bare feet, outward, toward the road, facing
the oncoming traffic.
Then,
Dr. Vine affixed a large piece of placard to the lawn chair he was carrying – a
sign with some writing on it. All he needed to do now was find something heavy
to secure the fourth chair and to give the three men a mega-dose of his
hypno-beam.
A
large (but not too large) rock availed itself to the task and only a few yards
away too! How fortunate indeed. Once secured on the chair, Dr. Vine made his
way up and down the group, thrice, zealously re-hypnotizing the men, almost as
if his life depended on it.
He
stepped back, adjusted Owen’s left foot so that it was perfectly parallel with
his right, before turning and walking back to his cottage, the fog in his mind,
lifting with each thud-like footfall.
***
It
was an unusually warm and still October morning – barely a wind to speak of – and
though it was only 7:30, cars were making their way up Carper’s road toward the
University. Most driving by, at least at first, noticed the three men sprawled
out on lawn furniture, but chocked it up to some oddball fraternity thing.
By
eight o’clock however, traffic was increasing and occasionally a horn and even
some expletives could be heard through windows of some of the passing cars.
-“Yeah,
suck this ya faggots!” one particularly testosterone voice sounded before
revving his car into fifth and peeling away like a bat outta hell.
Still
more cars passed, some honking and laughing, others shouting out profanities,
others merely slowing down to take a look. All the while, Owen, Chad and Jean
Claude took it – they had no choice – they were oblivious to their surroundings
and to what was going on around them.
Then
at around 9:50 in the morning or so, a car stopped in front of the hypnotized
and barefoot trio. Rather than launching into the familiar barrage of expletive
or jokes though, the young man in the passenger’s seat got out of the car to
take a closer look. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing:
Lying
motionless on three lawn chairs, three men, their bare feet exposed sitting
alongside a sign that read, “Worship our feet, suck our toes and we will pay
you!”
Peter
looked back at his best friend Adam, sitting in the driver’s seat of the car
some thirty yards away.
-“Come
on Peter, we’re already late!” Adam started his usual whine.
-“Dude,
you gotta come and see this – it’s unreal!” Peter motioned Adam to the scene.
Adam
was there seconds later, curious, but cautious.
-“Alright
what’s the big deal, who are these… what the hell is wrong with them?” Adam
asked his friend.
Peter
was moving in closer on Chad’s frozen form. His eyes were open, but were
totally frozen – his body didn’t seem to be moving or reacting to Peter’s
attempts to distract them.
-“Fuck
man this is nuts!” Adam suddenly jumped out of his skin – it’s like their
fuckin mannequins or something, but they’re real!”
-“Adam,
I think they’re hypnotized!” Peter returned.
-“Hyp-na-tized?
And then what? Left here at the side of the road? Geez, someone really must
have it out for these three if they’re fuckin hyp-na-tized!” Adam remarked.
Peter
moved in closer to Owen.
-“This
one reminds me a bit of Professor Finegold, my psych teacher!” Peter stated,
“though he’s not as old as him.”
-“Dude,
who woulda done this to ‘em?” Adam asked his friend curiously.
-“I
dunno! But we should probably help them, don’t you think?” Peter asked.
-“You
know how to wake up hypnotized people?” Adam asked incredulously.
-“No
- but I’ve seen it done! OK guys, listen to me! At the count of three I want
you to wake up and become your normal selves – you’ll be awake and alert and
you’ll remember everything that’s happened to you!” Peter winked at Adam.
-“That
sounds great!” Adam cooed his friend on.
-“1…2…3…!”
Peter spoke the numbers with increasing authority and loudness, hoping for a
complete effect.
Chad
and Owen began stirring first, then Jean-Claude.
Chad
spoke first.
-“What
the hell is this? Where am I?” His
voice was bewildered, somewhat frightened. “Who the hell are you?” he asked
Owen who he noticed sitting next to him.
-“Owen
Finegold. Who are you?” Owen asked equally concerned.
-“Finegold?
As in are you related to Saul Finegold?” Chad asked with sudden interest.
-“Yes,
he’s my father.” Owen answered back truthfully.
-“He
was my Psych teacher!” Chad went on the attack.
-“He’s
my teacher too!” Peter joined in. “But what does he have to do with any of
this?”
-“Any
of what? I can’t remember anything!” Jean Claude rubbed his eyes before
instinctively putting his feet on the rubble.
-“OW!”
his voice resounded loud enough so that it was clear to all those present that
Jean Claude had no idea that he was barefoot.
-“Hey,
we’re all barefoot!” Chad remarked looking at his own and Owen’s feet.
-‘I’m
not!” Adam remarked jokingly. “Got my shoes and my socks!”
-“Guys,
we found you here on the side of the road with this sign – you three were all
under deep hypnosis. I’m kind of surprised I was able to wake you up as easily
as I did!” Peter felt like a hero somewhat – after all, he did just rescue
three guys from the side of the road!
-“Who
would do this to us and why?” Chad remarked introspectively as he carefully
placed his bare feet onto the pavement, His shoes nowhere to be found.
-“Well,
we might as well get you guys to campus! Whoever did this to you will probably
be there!” Peter suggested. Owen put his feet to the rubble next and limped
ever so carefully toward the awaiting Jetta.
I
have to speak to my father. This was all he could think about in his
semi-clouded mind. Owen knew his father was into using hypnosis and that he was
probably one of the better hypnotists in state, but that still didn’t answer
the question – why? Why was he and these other two guys hypnotized and left at
the side of the road to have their feet played with by passers-by? The whole
concept made him very nervous, contemplating it, he felt like he had to throw
up several times. He was determined to get some answers and for that, he needed
to see his father – Dr. Saul Finegold.
***
In
the cavernous basement chamber, off their pedestals and out of their kneeling
position, the blank-faced trio of Vlad, Boyd and Han stood in the tightest of
circles, facing each other, frozen rigid. The three were given the suggestion
by Dr. Vine that they had magnets implanted in their penises – and their erect
rods of meat were thus, magnetized to each other. As the boy’s stared off into
each other’s eyes, they were doing two things – deepening each other’s trances
while falling madly in love with each other. In each young man’s head a sexual
hypno-mantra replayed and replayed – but the effects were subliminal, neither
of the three had any idea it was actually occurring.
Dr.
Vine for his part was in his office at school, with Dr. Finegold’s son Owen,
Jean-Claude, Chad, and his two newest recruits, the naked forms of Peter Franks
and Adam Rupertson. Dr. Vine’s plan and conditioning of Owen, Chad and
Jean-Claude to “de-hypnotize” themselves as soon as a curious roadside
on-looker tried to wake them, was priceless and bordering on brilliant! He had
no idea where that level of deception came from – the plan, to leave his
colleague’s son and two of his slaves on the side of the road inviting
passers-by to play with their feet – seemed to be totally beyond him.
He
was somewhat lost in thought as his office door swung open, somewhat violently.
-“So
Chuckie – we’ve got ourselves a real party here, don’t we?” the familiar voice
chuckled.
-“Joseph?
Joey? Is that you?” Dr. Vine asked the shadowed form now standing behind the
closed door.
-“Von
Hypnolot to you Chuckie!”
Dr.
Vine suddenly stood up from his chair and assumed a rock solid posture, a
blank-face to match.
-“That’s
better brother dear. So how does it feel – me doing the same thing to you – you
did to me all those years, huh? You’re under my power now bro. You know, I think
I might just put you on display and leave you here in this lab, to rot with
these other zombies. You’d probably like that, huh bro?” Joey asked, laughing
while grabbing his brother’s ever-bulging crotch.
Dr.
Vine stared eastward, no reaction whatsoever, but for a blank “Yes Master.”
Joey
looked around the room. Jean-Claude and Chad were definitely the better looking
of the five. Peter and Adam were average looking – Peter still had a face full
of freckles and Adam’s hair was disheveled and his stubble was due for a shave
but otherwise he seemed cleanly enough.
Joey
looked around the room and remembered some of his own experiences first and
second year in College: How he had this bizarre compulsion to hypnotize every
single male friend he ever came into contact with. He never really understood
why – always chocking it up to the fact that he really wanted to hypnotize
guys. He remembered the hypno-parties where he would hypnotize five, maybe six
of his friends and then once under, get them naked and vulnerable and
eventually introduced to his brother.
It
was weird because Joey wasn’t gay – he chased ladies faster than most of the
guys he hypnotized and took advantage of. Then he remembered how he found out
about what he was doing – photos in his brother’s closet depicting his deeds –
photos he obviously took, which lead him to believe that he too was a victim of
his brother’s hypnosis agenda.
Joey
leaned down and lifted Peter’s right foot into the air – by grabbing him by the
ankle.
-“Slave
Peter. What is your primary mission?” Joey asked testingly.
-‘Hypnotize
my friends… cum on their feet.” Peter replied back as Joey dropped his right
foot and lifted his left. No sign of cum or dried cum to be seen.
-“Peter,
has someone cum on your feet yet?” Joey asked.
-‘No
master.’ Peter replied dutifully.
-“Adam
come here! You will masturbate on Peter’s feet now! Peter once you feel Adam’s
hot cum on your feet you will become my slave forever… is that absolutely
clear?”
-“Your
slave forever…yes master.” Peter replied before lying down and lifting his bare
feet into mid-air.
Adam
began swinging and pulsing his rock hard dick back and forth rubbing it against
the slightly rough skin of Peter’s bare soles. In the back of his mind, he knew
what he was doing was wrong, he was even somewhat repulsed by it. But somehow,
somehow he was also enslaved to it – just like he instinctively knew he needed
air to breathe, he knew he had to cum on his friend’s bare feet.
Holding
both of Peter’s pale feet by his lower ankles, Adam used Peter’s heels to
massage either side of his balls, while manipulating all of ten of Peter’s toes
all the way up his erect rod. Peter simply remained comatose, compliant,
totally hypnotized.
For
a brief second, Adam looked away from Peter’s entrancing feet and at his
friend’s blank face. Immediately, Adam knew his buddy Peter was hypnotized and
a second later, it dawned on him that he had been hypnotized too. The
realization caused him to look back down at his friend’s feet which had now enveloped
his entire penis on all sides. And then it happened: As commanded, Adam came
all over his friends bare soles! As he wiped the last bits of semen off himself
with Peter’s toes, he was again awakened to the subconscious reality that he
was under some kind of hypnotic spell.
-…”Hypnotize…’
Adam managed to blurt out independently but with an inherent sense of urgency
in his somewhat scared voice.
-‘Yes
Adam, you are hypnotized. In fact, why don’t you repeat that over and over
again, out loud. And each time you say it Adam, you will fall deeper and deeper
into my power…!!” The younger Vine brother cooed.
“Yes
Master.” Adam volleyed back before going into a mantra of “I am hypnotized… I
am hypnotized… I am hypnotized…”
-“So
Chuck, are you about ready to introduce me to the others – I’m dying of
curiosity you know!” Again, as he spoke the words he manhandled his younger
brother’s ever-erect penis, though his slacks of course. The real fun would be
saved until later…
-“Yes
Master. I hear and I obey!” Dr. Vine’s voice was indeed conditioned to this
tone and inflection. For years, whenever Chuck would hypnotize Joey, he’d turn
him into a robot. As a sixteen-year old boy readying himself for one of the
biggest, hottest dates he ever had, Joey only now remembers all too well what
his younger brother did…
Joey
was literally half dressed, running around their shared bedroom like a chicken
without a head. After all, Kimberly Galbraith was a babe – getting a date with
her on a Saturday night was like an impossible mission to Joey, and yet he
managed it!
Running
around the room shirtless, with one sock on and one sock off and in his hand,
looking for his shoes and his favorite shirt, Joey was a bundle of nerves to
say the least. His brother Chucky (Charles post-19) wasn’t being much help
either:
-“So
you’re going on a date?” Chuckie asked coyly and childishly as he played with
his bare toes.
-“Yes
– and I’m going to be late, so I can’t talk now ok Chuckie?” Joey continued
looking through the closet the two boys shared, getting ever more frantic as a
result of not finding his favorite shirt.
-“But
I want to talk now…!” Chuck protested. “Joey, look at my feet!”
-“Not
now Chuckie ok? Look, kid, when you’re older, you’ll get it – ok? Guys go for
girls, and you can’t make hot chicks angry by being late and stuff, ok? So cut
your older brother some slack and shut the fuck up!”
-“Joey?”
Chucky used that sneaky tone.
-“What!?”
came Joey’s reply, having just located his favorite khaki-brown shirt.
-“Robot-Slave!”
A voice that seemed to emanate from everywhere shouted at him.
Joey
had just located his black dress shoes too and they were in his hand as the
trigger phrase was launched in mid-air.
His
hands dropped to his sides. His favorite shirt, discarded at the floor. His
other sock, in his other hand, along with his black-dress-shoes, also dropped
to the floor. Slowly, his arms glued themselves to his thighs, his neck
stiffened forward and upward, his body became extremely alert, stiff as a
previously arranged set of post-hypnotic commands set in.
-“YES
– MASTER – I – HEAR – AND – I – OBEY!” And his blank-faced Joey was now the
robot Chuck had programmed.
-“Who
are you going out with robot?” Chuck asked ever-curiously.
“Kim-ber-la
master…”
-“Is
she pretty robot?”
-“Yes
– Master – she – is very pretty...” Joey’s voice trailed off into oblivion.
-“Does
she have a brother?” The masterful voice enquired.
-“Yes
Master. One brother master!”
-“How
old I he slave?” Chuck asked, still playing with his own toes.
-“A year or two older than you master.”
-“What’s
his name?”
-“Clarke,
master.”
-“Repeat
after me robot – you will hypnotize Clarke tonight…!”
-“…I
WILL HYPNOTIZE CLARKE TONIGHT!”
The
next thing Joey remembered was accidentally spilling soda all over Kimberly so
that he could slyly spend some time with Clarke and try and hypnotize him. It
was working too, that is until Clarke’s father came into the den and saw his
son staring blankly at a watch some strange boy was dangling in front of his
face.
-“Just
what the hell are you doing to my son…?” The stern, gray haired parent asked
Joey, who was deciding whether he should turn the watch on Mr. Galbraith. He
decided not to since he also realized that Clarke was coming out of his light
trance.
-“It’s
ok, dad, Joey was just tryin’ to prove to me that he could hypnotize me… and I
think it was working!” Clarke explained slowly becoming more animated.
-“And
you’re friends with Clarke –you look a little old to be in grade eight?” Mr.
Galbraith was a keen disciplinarian as Joey recalled.
-‘No,
actually, I’m here for Kimberly, We have a date!”
-“A
date? And you think you’re gonna try that hypno-pocus stuff on my daughter!?
Well forget that sunny-boy!! Kimberly, you’re date is leaving!”
And
with that, Joey was escorted out of the house. But without Mr. Galbraith
realizing that he had implanted a strong compulsion in Clarke to hypnotize his
father and to be in touch with Joey and Chuck at a later time.
Less
than two days later, both Clarke and dad – Nathan Galbraith, industrialist,
philanthropist and all-around humanitarian, stood naked before Chuck and Joey,
awaiting commands.
Joey
had dozens of experiences like that through much of the rest of high-school and
through all of college. It wasn’t until he stumbled on an obscure shoebox in
his brother’s closet – a shoebox containing photographic proof of his deeds:
Pictures of him hypnotizing his friends, taking off their socks and playing
with their bare feet.
In
several photos, Joey was horrified to see that he had hypnotized his three best
friends, Steven, Harry and Jake together, and then proceeded to orchestrate his
first-ever foot-orgy. In all the photos, Joey had that same blank look as his
hypnotized victims. Since he had no conscious memories of any of these
experiences, Joey could only deduce that he had been hypnotized by his brother
too.
It
was while looking through that box though that he decided it was time for him
to exact his ultimate revenge, on a brother that had essentially turned him
into his robot-slave.
CHAPTER
14: SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED?
The
basement was officially full. Shaun and Tray had returned with their entranced
brother Mike. Matthew had been ordered via telephone call to join the group
downstairs. And most recently, the hypnotized duo of Garret and Parker had
arrived with Sylvia, the only female in the room, and the only one there, not
actually hypnotized.
Sylvia
was enthralled upon entering the room and immediately began fingering herself.
The sight of so many powerless men, somehow reduced to mindless statues was too
much for her to see though and she abandoned total control, falling to the
floor, pulsating violently, the only female in the house proceeded to
masturbate herself while staring around the room at the selection of men that
would soon be at her disposal, ready to do her bidding.
Just
as she began what was to be her first orgasm, Joe Vine entered, followed
closely by the hypnotized Owen, Peter, Jean-Claude, Adam, Chad and of course,
his extremely hypnotized brother, Dr. Charles Vine himself.
Joe
was immediately taken aback by Sylvia and what she was doing on the floor.
Still, he maintained his heterosexual wiles about him as he ordered Charles,
-“Brother,
inject her with Rohypnol – she’ll be my slave!” Joe didn’t whisper, Sylvia
could have heard him, but for the fact that she had never been this turned on
before in her life.
Dr.
Vine injected her with a mega-dose of the date-rape drug in the thigh. Within
seconds, Sylvia’s hypersexual body posture eased as she seemed to collapse in
on herself.
-“Now
brother, bring her to your office and hook her up to Program-6!”
-“Yes
Master!” Dr. Vine droned as he lifted the semi-paralyzed form of Sylvia and
carried her upstairs to his computer terminal where the last bit of her will
would be drained.
Joe
was now left with a room full of naked, semi-naked and fully dressed men. He
especially liked the sight he saw in the middle of the room – Vlad, Boyd and
Han – three slight but good looking young men, frozen in a form of circle,
connected by their erect dicks.
-“Oh
this is precious! But the three of you can come unglued for now. I want
everyone in this room to stand up if you’re not already, and walk to the far
back wall! Come on slaves! Hear and obey your master!” Joe spoke with crisp,
reverent authority.
Slowly
the foggy-minded men began to move toward the far end wall. Only about 27 feet
long, the men would thus have to squeeze close to each other in order to comply
with the request. Joey had guessed this in advance.
The
men were soon piled up against the wall and Joey issued his next few sets of
commands.
-“If
you are wearing clothes, you will remove them now!”
Peter,
Owen, Jean-Claude, Chad, Parker, Garret, Mike, Tray, Adam and Shaun began
removing their clothes, almost in unison. Each boy moved the same way though –
slowly, mechanical, their wills in some kind of commanded dreamscape. The rest
of the men, already naked, stood absolutely still.
-“Now,
we’re going to move down the line! As I grab hold of each of your dick’s, your
whole body will stiffen and become erect. You will then tell me your first
name. As you do, you will look into my eyes and become my love slaves!”
Joe
looked at both ends of the wall, deciding which end to start at first. He
decided to start with his right side since the first guy standing there was a
red head and like his brother, he had a proclivity for red haired men.
Joe
approached the muscled red head in admiration – a beautiful body, a model’s
face. He grabbed hold of his limp penis and watched the stud’s body stiffen
like a board. When he was as stiff as he could make himself, he spoke,
robot-like in compliance.
-“I
am Jeff master.” The red-head spoke mechanically his eyes transfixed to Joey’s,
he managed a meek, “I…I…love you master!”
Joey
proceeded to move down the line. After Jeff, there was another red head –
actually, an orange head. He grabbed his penis hard, tugging it upward.
-“Warren
master” The blank-faced teen introduced himself.
A
black man stood next to the orange-haired Warren and Joe found himself
particularly aroused at the sheer size of him, not to mention his endowments.
Limp, Tyrone’s penis was still larger than Han’s or Boyd’s erect penises! He
grabbed hold of Tyrone’s dick in the most sensual of ways.
He
inched closer to him until his feet stood atop Tyrone’s – the two were in
veritable eye-to-eye lock.
-“My
brother didn’t tell me he hypnotized a brother! Probably ‘cause he knows I like
you ‘em much. Look into my eyes slave!”
Tyrone’s
body went from erect to super-erect as even his fingers and toes seemed to be
stretching forward in compliance with Joey’s orders.
-‘I
am Tyrone master. I am your love slave.” The black teen’s eyes were wide open
but they revealed a total emptiness typical of one of Dr. Vine’s victims. He
stared blankly ahead, past and even through Joey who was standing right atop
him, he entered into his comfortable will-less world compliantly and without
second thought, without any thought for that matter.
Chad
stood next to Tyrone. His body seemed to become alert and erect by the sheer
proximity of the hypnotist. Next to Tyrone, Chad provided an interesting
contrast – very white, longish thin blond hair, blue-eyed…He was good looking
but right next to him stood Garret – the swimming Adonis who had hypnotized all
his friends and had turned into one of Charles’ favorite subjects and
supposedly, best trained hypnotist proteges, ever. Joe noted this as he moved
on down the line, bypassing Garret in favor of the man who stood alongside him,
now getting equally rigid.
-“And
who are you slave?” Joe asked grabbing the balls of another particularly good
looking young man.
-“I
am Mike master. I hear and I obey!” He blurted out like a brainwashed soldier.
-“You
are my love slave Mike, you will do as I say!” Joe waved his hand in front of
Mike’s face as Mike repeated slowly,
-“I
am your love slave. I will do as you say.”
Joe
fondled Mike’s chest for a few moments before moving on down the line. Mike was
after all, a body builder and quite possibly, he had the best upper body
physique of any of the men there. Particularly the man that was standing next
to the frozen form of Mike.
-“And
you are?” Joe asked, almost uninterested.
-“Jonathan,
master.” As he said his name Jonathan could feel his manhood being handled and
his body stiffened instantaneously in response.
-“You’re
rather thin and homely looking aren’t you? Not normally what my brother goes
for…” Joe looked Jonathan over from head to toe. “You’re thin as a rake –
where’s your chest lad?”
-“I…I…”
Though his eyes remained ever-locked straight ahead, one could tell that even
hypnotized, Jonathan’s feelings were being hurt.
-“Yes,
yes – Jonathan is it?”
-“Yes
master.”
-“Report
upstairs to my brother!”
-‘Yes
master.’ And the naked Jonathan detached himself from Mike and Peter. No sooner
did he take one step did his arms fling involuntarily into mid-air. He could
feel his face stiffening too as his mouth opened and his eyes, wide as they can
be magnetized him to his point of destination.
Joe
watched Jonathan, the zombie-robot exit the room before moving on down the
line.
-“You
I know – it’s Peter right?”
-“Yes
Master. I am your love slave!” Joe barely touched Peter’s penis and it went
from limp to fully erect in less than five seconds.
Standing
tall next to Peter, the very hypnotized form of Matthew.
-“And
what is your name, Adonis I presume?” Joe coaxes as he cupped both his hands to
gently massage Matthew’s ballsack.
-“My
name is slave master.” Matthew responded robotically and without thinking.
-“Ah,
so you’re the one my brother finally decided upon then, huh?” Joe asked
sounding victorious. Matthew for his part did not answer, primarily because he
didn’t understand the question or its implication to the grand scheme of things.
He would however soon find out.
Joe
didn’t need to go through the rest of the line-up, the rest were all worker
bees. Joe knew that his brother had chosen Matthew from all the men here to be
his personal life-long slave and that as such, he entrusted Matthew with
information, key information, he would need. But not right now. He decided it
was in his best interests to finish with roll-call just to ensure that his
brother didn’t create a “back-up” slave.
Standing
on high alert already right next to the statuesque form of Matthew stood Tray –
another Adonis in his own right. “If you go for that type” thought Joe to
himself as he noted how similar in appearance Mike and Tray were.
Tray’s
eyes widened with blankness as he felt his penis pulled to the left.
-“TRAY
MASTER!” His voice was that of a military officer.
-“Tell
me Tray, did you hypnotize your brother Mike or did he hypnotize you?” Joe
continued to move Tray’s ever-growing penis from right to left.
-“I
hypnotized Mike master. He is your love slave like me.” The Tray of last week
would have been mortified even contemplating such a scene much less
participating in it, seemingly willingly!
Standing
next to Tray was Vlad. Already erect, already staring off into outer space –
Joe didn’t even have to touch him and Vlad responded.
-“I
am Vlad master. I am your love slave!”
Joey
seemed pleased.
-“Excellent.
I like a slave who can anticipate my needs before I order them to. You will do
just nicely Vlad!”
-“Yes
Master.” The Ukranian boy resounded blankly.
Next
to Vlad, a blond young man of slight build. Externally he wasn’t that
exceptional looking, however upon looking down at his feet Joe immediately knew
why he was there. The boy had a model’s feet.
Joe
grabbed the blond haired boys penis and pumped it a few times.
-“Boyd
Master. I am your love slave!” Like all the others, his body stiffened into a
plank, his face, an equally blank look.
Standing
next to Boyd was Jean-Claude.
-“I
know the Frenchman. You’re name again?” He pulled Jean-Claude’s penis down
toward the floor causing the Frenchman to groan in pleasure.
-“Aah.
Jean-Claude masteur – I em your leuve slave!”
He
grabbed the next man’s penis and jiggled it around slightly like someone trying
to start their car’s ignition. The hypnotized man began to grow erect as he
felt compelled to say,
-“I
am Owen Master. I am your hypnotized love slave!”
-“Yes,
yes Owen. I can’t wait to see your father again. And don’t you have two sons
that should be of age if I’m not mistaken…?” Joe pulled Owen’s face to his own.
Owen was basically his age and the only one there who was.
-“My…my
father already hypnotized them!” Owen’s strained voiced conceded. “They had to
go back home to California… couldn’t stay and serve the master…”
-“Pity.
We’ll have to have them out here for spring and summer breaks then shall we?”
Joe said as jovially as he could.
-“Both
my sons have already hypnotized one of their friends – they will all be coming
for spring-break master!” Owen reported proudly.
Standing
next to Owen, the hypnotized body of Shaun, another good looking specimen who
seemed to look a lot like the older brothers Tray and Mike.
-“Tell
me your name slave!” Joe once again grabbing the unknown guy’s penis.
-“Shaun
master. I am your hypnotized love slave!”
-“Shaun
are you related to Tray and Mike here?” Joe asked.
-“Yes
master. They are my brothers. I hypnotized Tray and he hypnotized Mike.”
-“So
we have a real family reunion here on our hands, huh?
-“Yes
master!” was all Shaun could think of saying.
The
line seemed to go on forever. Next to Shaun, another good looking young fellow
stood perfectly immobile. A Japanese boy, who looked as though he could pass
for fifteen was literally squashed between Shaun on his left and Parker,
Garret’s younger brother, on his right. As Joe looked the oriental boy over, he
noticed how squashed he was – leaning to one side (toward Shaun) like a tipped
statue, his bare feet in direct contact with Parker’s, his head resting blankly
on Shaun’s brawny shoulders.
Joe
couldn’t resist the temptation any more. The Asian boy identified himself as
“Han” once Joey lightly fondled the boy’s less-than-average-sized penis. Deeply
entranced and more recently “programmed” into a love triangle with Boyd and
Vlad, Han’s entire mindscape seemed to be preoccupied with his lustful thoughts
for them, so getting hard upon being touched was virtually effortless, an
automatic response.
-“Han,
like Han Solo huh? HA! Tell me Han, how old are you exactly?”
-“Nineteen
master.” Han’s robotic mind blurted out the words, again, in robot-speak.
-“Very
well. I thought you might still be a minor. You will do just nicely Han. Tell
me, do you have any other male friends on campus that are Asian, Han?” As Joey
asked the question he continued to rhythmically massage Han’s now erect penis
in a circular motion.
-“I…no…master
I do not master… ah…ah…” Han seemed
near the point of ejaculation so Joey stopped his circular massage of Han’s
penis abruptly only to grab it hard, again, standing on the young man’s bare
feet so as to get right up into his eyes.
-“Listen
to me Han. Listen and obey! You cannot and will not cum until I give you your
permission slip. Is that clear slave Han?”
Almost
at the point of release, a very strained Han replied, as expected,
-“Yes
master. Permission slip. I hear and I obey!”
Already
on top of the young Asian, Joey took out the pocket hypnotizer, turned it on
and directly into Han’s already vacant stare. Joey enjoyed this part the most –
subjugating their wills and wiping their identities slowly – was just such a
turn on to him.
Parker
was perhaps another mistake Joey deduced. He grabbed the young man’s balls and
Parker immediately perked to attention.
-“Parker
sir. I am your slave.” As Parker said the words, his penis began to inflate,
again requiring very little prompting from Joe.
-“And
how did you come to join us Parker?” Joe asked inquisitively.
-“Mistress
Sylvia…wanted to…” Parker was clearly struggling against months of programming
at the hands of Mistress Sylvia and Joe could see it immediately. Rather than
take advantage of the lad, Joe decided to send him upstairs for some
re-programming.
Finally,
next to where Parker had been standing stood Adam, also somewhat disheveled in
appearance, but Joe knew, give the boy a shave, cut his hair and he’d be a real
stud. But that would have to be another day. For today, Joe had some building
plans he wanted the men to carry out for him and he wanted to get them started
on it right away.
***
Upstairs
in Professor Vine’s second office stood the hypnotized and immobilized forms of
Parker, Jonathan, Dr. Vine, Dr. Finegold and sitting in a steno chair at one of
the computer terminals, a very hypnotized Sylvia sat gawking at a spiraling
disk that seemed to be pulling her deeper and deeper into an endless abyss. The
four hypnotized men in the room seemed oblivious to her and each other as each
stood at attention in mindless obedience waiting their next commands. Only
Parker and Jonathan were truly naked. Sylvia, Dr. Vine and Dr. Finegold were
fully clothed but for shoes and socks.
Joey
walked into the room, satisfied at what he saw.
-“excellent
mistress Sylvia, I see you have completed level 12 already – you will make an
excellent slave!”
The
blonde haired woman simply responded back meekly,
-‘excellent
slave…’
-‘Now
Parker, look at your former mistress, she is a slave like you! Look at her!”
Sylvia, turn around, stand up and initiate “Greeting Program Number Three!”
Like
an automaton, Sylvia rose from her Steno chair and began undressing. When the
woman stood totally naked before the men she simply spoke,
-“Greetings.
I am a hypnotized robot. I obey all commands and I exist to serve my master.
What do you want me to do master? I am awaiting your commands…” As she spoke
the words, like every other male in the household, her body tightened, muscles
stiffened, even her eyes felt as though they might bulge out of their sockets!
-“Now
Slave Sylvia, answer me this. How long have you been using hypnosis on men?”
Joey asked slyly.
-“Five
years or so master.” The female robot replied.
-“And
how many men have you hypnotized in this time?” Joey asked his newfound slave,
probing even further.
-“Maybe
like ten or twelve master.”
-“Well
which is it?” Joey asked impatiently.
-“Twelve
master.” Sylvia’s voice trailed off…
-“Are
you in touch with any of these men anymore?” Joe asked finally.
-“Only
one master. He is my second cousin Dakota, but he lives in St-Louis now
master.”
-“Damn!”
Joey had hoped by hypnotizing Sylvia a whole pre-hypnotized harem of men would
become available to him. Still, he thought to himself for a second before
continuing with his interrogation.
-“Sylvia,
if you wanted, could you get back in touch with any of these guys you’ve
hypnotized?”
-“Yes
master. Three of them still chase me – if I wanted them I could easily ensnare
them, they are excellent hypnotic subjects master!”
-“What
are their names and ages slave?” Joey barked.
As
Joey spoke to Sylvia like a dog, he paid close attention to Parker who seemed
very intrigued to see his once masterful mistress so completely subjugated.
Sylvia
however was compelled to render her report:
-“Gordon
is an East-Indian fellow I once had a flavor for, but he wore kinda thin. He’s
about 28 or maybe 30 now.” Sylvia took a breath before continuing. “And then
there’s Franklin – a black fellow in his thirties. Bald as they come, but a
decent body, for someone who is like 5’7. He was too small for me!” Sylvia
heaved a final breath before continuing on with her report. “And then there’s
good ole Mr. Sanchez – my landlord. I’ve hypnotized him dozens of times, but
still no matter what I program him to think, he’s still after me. He’s really
good looking but he hasn’t been in this country for a long time so he doesn’t
speak English well and he doesn’t know our customs… he’s also younger than me –
like 23 or 24 or something. His father, in Cuba, owns the building if you can
believe …”
-“Very
good Sylvia. When I snap my fingers you will awaken with one mission in mind.
You are to get dressed, go home and call Gordon, Franklin and what’s Mr.
Sanchez’s first name?”
A
blank faced Sylvia responded, “I think it’s Juan but he goes by the name Tom or
he tries to. That’s why I still call him Mr. Sanchez!”
-“Fine,
you will go home and you will hypnotize Tom or Juan or whatever his name is
immediately. Once he is hypnotized, you will bring him into your bedroom, lie
him down on your bed, take off his shoes and socks and proceed to invite Gordon
and Franklin over for an evening of hypnosis. Once you have hypnotized those
two you will bring them into your bedroom and position them on the bed
alongside Juan or Tom. You will take off their shoes and socks as well.
Finally, once this is all done, you will call my pager and wait by the phone
for my call. Is all this understood?”
-“Yes
master I hear and I obey. I will hypnotize Juan, Gordon and Franklin tonight
and page you once I have done it. I understand master.”
-“And
just to make sure you don’t fuck up in any way – Jonathan, come here slave!”
The
naked Jonathan stepped forward to within a foot of Sylvia and Joey.
-“You
will go with Sylvia and make sure she obeys my commands. If she does not you
will use this on her until she does. Do you understand slave?” Joey handed
Jonathan the pocket hypnotizer and commanded him and Sylvia to get dressed and
get going. Jonathan exited the room to retrieve his clothes downstairs, while
Sylvia slipped back into hers on spot.
-“As
for the rest of you, Saul, Charles, Parker, you will come with me!”
The
three slaves followed behind Joey who seemed to be leading them down to the
basement.
Upon
entering the basement chamber, a wonderfully spectacular view to behold: Like a
giant Jenga puzzle, the men in the basement were lying stacked atop one another
forming a mountain of men almost five feet tall! The men lay at erect
attention. Most men were positioned in such a way that they had at least one
pair of bare feet in their faces. But together their rigid bodies formed a
magnificent structure – one that could potentially catapult an unknown artist
smack into the art-world limelight.
At
the bottom of the “stack” of Men, the four biggest men served as the buildings
foundation – Tyrone, Tray, Mike and Jeff. On top of these men lay the next two
biggest men in an “X” pattern: Warren’s face was right up against Tray’s face
and his brother Mike’s feet while Jean-Claude, not the biggest but certainly
tall, completed the “X” so that his face was right up against Tyrone’s, while
his feet were in Jeff’s face.
On
the next level, three perfectly erect beams of men going horizontally – this
level was occupied by Shaun, Chad and Owen. Shaun and Chad lay on either side,
and Owen, flipped around, had Shaun’s bare feet to the left of his face and
Chad’s bare feet to the right of his face.
On
top of these three men, another twosome of men lay perpendicular to Shaun, Chad
and Owen. Adam, and Peter lay similarly paralyzed, supporting the next layer of
hypnotized men.
On
top of Peter and Adam, Vlad, Boyd and Han completed the human pyramid. The
three boys were positioned in such a way so that their hands were touching each
other’s erect crotches.
The
pile of naked men before them was hypnotic in and of itself, and Joey seemed
pleased. Looking off to either side of the man-puzzle, he was likewise pleased
to see that Garret and Matthew had done their jobs and supervised. They each
stood at attention on either side of the pile of men, awaiting further orders.
-“This
is beautiful – just beautiful.” Joey mumbled to himself.
-“Beautiful…”
Dr. Vine mumbled back.
-“In
fact, Parker, why don’t you, Garret and Matthew climb on top of Boyd, Han and
Vlad. Give our smaller boys some sense of what Tray, Mike, Jeff and Tyrone are
experiencing with over a thousand pounds of weight on their bodies. How are you
doing Tray?”
-“…Fine…master…tired…a
little…” Tray responded choppily.
Joey
watched as Garret and Matthew positioned the pedestals next to the man-pile so
that they and Parker could get atop it.
Garret
got on top first and almost by instinct, he lay down in the direction of the
“master” so that his feet were in full view. Matthew did the same and finally,
so did Parker.
-“Now
brother what do you think of the sight before your eyes?” Joey asked with a
tinge of victory in his voice.
-“I…er…
I am really turned on now master…” Dr. Vine responded.
-“I
think it’s time you and Saul got naked, don’t you think. Remove your clothes
Doctors! NOW!”
Saul
and Charles rushed to remove their clothing, once done, they stood patiently awaiting
further instructions.
-“Well
this bites! Chuck, you’ve let your bod go down the drain- look, even Saul has a
better physique than you! How old are you Saul?” Joey asked as he grabbed the
professor’s limp penis.
-“I
am 60 master!” Saul bellowed out.
-“And
you’re 48 or so isn’t that right Chucky?’
-’37
master.”
-“I
think you and Saul should get married. I really do, and you know, I think you
two should consummate your love for another right here, right now!!” he
commanded authoritatively.
Both
men’s expressions changed in an instant – gone were the blank stares, now
present, insatiable lust, the kind that could potentially never be quenched. As
the two doctors in the room went at it, Joey fastidiously captured every
movement on digital camera, for posterity’s sake. Of course, most of the
snapshots were of the human-jenga puzzle in the middle of the room. Entirely
man-made, Joey thought to himself as he watched his brother get it on with his
former university professor and mentor. The smell of victory was indeed sweet!
Like
the Biblical tower of Babel, there seemed to be no end to the construction of
Joey’s mythical mountain of men. None had moved an inch in the four hours they
had been there and now they were about to be receiving even more guests. Dr.
Vine and Saul Finegold had already been placed in a human-x position, atop
Garret, Matthew and Parker, but they were told to expect more “tops” anytime
soon.
AN
hour went by, maybe more. Eventually a voice from upstairs was heard bellowing
orders and the familiar sound of shuffling down into the basement came next.
Joey was followed by Sylvia and Jonathan who was followed by Gordon, Juan and
finally bringing up the rear, the baldheaded, African-American, Franklin.
Juan
seemed momentarily perplexed as his subconscious mind tried to yield to his
conscious. The sight before him was obviously too much for his hypnotic
conditioning to accept.
-“I
not gay! What this is?! They all mens here!” He spoke in broken English, his
sexy Spanish accent still half asleep.
Joey
of course was quick to respond by using his pocket strobe light on the young
Hispanic man. Within seconds he was subdued, like the rest of the men there.
Joe planned on introducing Juan to Han, Boyd and Vlad at some point – the trio
would some day become a quartet he thought to himself amusingly.
He
had already seen Sylvia’s three slaves naked – at her house, but part of the
rules in this house was, males had to be naked at all times. With one order
from him, the three hypnotized men discarded their clothes zealously in
compliance. When finished, they stood at absolute attention, awaiting Joey’s
orders.
Then
without verbal prompting, Joey himself lead each man up to the podium alongside
his male-monument so that each could climb atop it, becoming alas, a part of
the hypnotic superstructure. He lead Gordon first, positioning him so that he
would be in the middle. Then Juan was led up the podium and positioned so that
his bare feet were practically in Saul’s face. Franklin was last to be placed,
but he was positioned atop Dr. Vine so that his bare feet were literally
nestled in his brother’s face.
Again,
Joe stepped back from his sculpture to admire it. It was now practically his
own height and he stood at 5’10”! He turned and noticed the hypnotized statue
of Jonathan standing naked still at the doorway. To his left, the naked Sylvia,
standing erect and awaiting commands.
-“Shit,
what to do with the you?” Joe walked up to Jonathan almost as if he were facing
some huge challenge in his artistic career.
-“Get
down on all fours Jonathan, you are a dog! My pet dog!! You will worship at my
feet. You live to serve my feet – is that clear slave?”
-“Yes
master.” Jonathan replied blandly, before dropping to the floor and grabbing at
Joey’s Doc Martins with his mouth in attempt to pull them off. Joey rather
liked the effort his new pet was putting in so he sat down on the floor, making
it easier for Jonathan to get at his shoes and feet.
Like
an animal in the wild that hadn’t eaten in weeks, Jonathan voraciously ripped
off Joey’s shoes and tore off his socks with his teeth.
-“Ah!
You’re an animal Jonathan! You would think you’ve done this before!” Joey said
nearing the point of ecstatic bliss.
-“I
have master. My ex-girlfriend used to love it when I played with her feet. I
liked it too.” He explained before putting Joey’s left heel into his mouth as
if it were a huge turkey drumstick.
-“But
this is much better! Men’s feet turn you on! Women’s feet turn you off. Repeat
that slave dog Jonathan!” Joey wanted to reinforce Jonathan’s homosexual
conditioning, which was already firmly intact.
He
had to use his hands to get Joey’s left heel out of his mouth, but when he did,
a blank, calm
-“Men’s
feet turn me on. Women’s feet turn me off!” And less than a second later,
Jonathan was back to his mission of devouring his master’s left foot.
Joey
was in heaven. Whenever he did open his eyes, his view was better than a hotel
room with an ocean view. Dozens of pairs of blank eyes, naked, hard, erect
bodies, their bare feet, all commandeered into one incredible art exhibit of
hypno-obedience. Joey’s only concern during all this was what to title his
work? A few thoughts came to mind: “Pile of Men?” or “Dream-House” or maybe
even “Hypno-models build and keep house”.
Jonathan
had came twice already, on his master’s command and on his feet, as instructed.
Even though Joey knew this was his brother’s programming being acted out, he
still loved it today as much as he did three decades ago, when he hypnotized
his first friend Brian, and shot a load all over his bare feet. Just recalling
that first scene in his head gives Joey an erection each and every time. He
could easily remember how helpless Brian was, particularly once Joey had
introduced him to his younger brother Chuck, hypnotist extraordinaire. His
brother Chuck must have used Brian’s feet as a cum-rag hundreds of times in
those few years before his family moved back to Iowa. Up until 10 years ago,
Joey was still getting “hypno-mail” from Brian! He had programmed Brian to go
into a trance every December 26 at midnight. Once in his trance, he was to go
somewhere private and compose a hypno-erotic letter which he would post the
following day to Joey with no recollection of having done anything. It was
glorious, particularly on the years when Brian sent photos!
Joey
had Jonathan the dog lick the cum from his body before getting up and grabbing
Sylvia, abruptly pulling her like a rag-doll upstairs. Now he was ready for
SEX!
Jonathan
the dog was getting bored. He peed several times already mostly on the huge
structure in the center of the room. He had no idea what it was, but it smelled
somewhat rank to begin with, so his dog-brain figured, why not? Still with his
master upstairs with the door closed, he was beside himself. He needed his
master. He needed his master’s feet. He imagined his master’s feet in his mind
– how they looked, how they were shaped. And then, from this corner of his
canine eye, Jonathan spotted them – a virtual replica of Joey’s feet! He’d have
to stand on his hind legs so as to be able to reach them, but he needed to
worship something!
His
impatience gave way and he approached the superstructure of hypnotized men from
the North side. Balancing himself on his tiptoes, Jonathan’s uncertain dog body
swayed back and forth until he gained the equilibrium necessary to be nose to
arch with Charles Vine’s hypnotized bare feet. But for the fact that they were
a few years younger, his feet were identical to his older brother’s. Jonathan
was now in heaven. He began licking Dr. Vine’s feet, slowly, erotically, using
his tongue to draw sensuous circles of saliva all over both his feet. A few
times he almost toppled over, but he managed to catch his balance with the help
of Vlad and Han’s feet, two layers down. He hung onto them and climbed his way
back up, twice! Back to his master’s feet – back to his blissful existence of
foot worship.
With
no warning a siren from a passing firetruck outside startled dog-Jonathan, his
swift 180 degree turn, once again causing him to lose balance, only this time,
his attempts to hang onto Vlad and Han’s feet were hopeless as the pile of
hypnotized building came crumbling down to the ground in one giant blast.
***
-“What
the heck was that?” Joey literally had to listen in mid-thrust, his penis well
entrenched in Sylvia’s hypnotized hole.
-“I
do not hear anything master.” Came Sylvia’s robot response.
Joey
listened for more noise. Nothing. Whatever it was, it would wait. He was kinda
in the middle of something after all…
-“What
the fuck?”
-“Hey,
who the hell are you? Get off me!”
-“What’s
going on here?”
-“Shit
where are my clothes?”
-“Jesus,
we’re all naked!”
The
man-monument’s fall had woken up only about eight of them but it was enough to
incite a temporary panic amongst those eight guys.
-“I’m
getting the fuck outta here!” a terrified Boyd tried to stand up but his ankle
had been twisted.
-“Han,
is that, you?” Garret asked, amazed that he was seeing Han again. “I thought
you went back to Japan?”
-“Garret?
I don’t know what’s been going on! Where are we?” Han asked back still groggy.
-“Guys,
by the looks of it, we’ve been hypnotized or something – I mean look at these
guys. What’s up with them?” Jeff pointed around the room at the layers of men
still sleeping erectly.
-“You
hypnotized me!” Han suddenly turned to Jeff accusingly and with horror on his
face. You did this to me!” Though he was almost a foot shorter than Jeff and
over 150 pounds lighter, he was ready to kill the red-head but for two key
interruptions.
-‘Yeah
man, you hypnotized me too! You said it was for some experiment!” Shaun started
in on Jeff before realizing first that Mike and then Tray were among the men
lying in the rubble. “Holy shit! Mike! Tray! Wake up guys! Holy shit – they’re
like zombies or something!” Shaun was panicking now as he turned back to Jeff.
“You’d better de-hypnotize them or whatever it is you do, right now!”
Tyrone
jumped in next offering the second key interruption. “Man, I was hyp-mo-tized by
the professor, by Jeff too, but I got the feelin that Jeff was as hyp-mo-tized
as the rest of us!”
Garret
looked around the room quickly to see if there were any other friends of his
present. He went into shock when he first spotted Warren, then Vlad, then
Matthew. Did he somehow hypnotize them? Something inside Garret told him that
he did – he could vaguely remember flashing a certain device in front of Vlad’s
face, but aside from that his memories were sketchy at best.
HE
turned in shame and next saw what would literally have given him a heart-attack
ten years from now. His younger brother Parker, lying totally erect, naked like
the rest of them. Now he knew he had something to do with this whole thing, he
just didn’t know what.
-“Alright
look guys, obviously we’ve been hypnotized or brainwashed or something, but
we’re ok now, so let’s get the fuck outta here and ask questions later!” Adam
pulled the half woken up Franklin toward the door and motioned the others to
follow behind.
-“Dude,
we’re naked! We don’t know where the fuck we are! And some of us have family
here! My fuckin brother is lying here under some kind of spell and I ain’t just
gonna leave him!” Garret protested as Jeff, Tyrone, Boyd and Han shuffled
toward the door, each coupling his ballsack with his two palms, embarrassed,
ashamed, humiliated.
Garret
and Shaun looked at each other as the others made their way up the stairs.
-“It’s
up to you man! We could always come back real quick and bring help!” Shaun
offered.
Garret
thought about it for a moment.
-“You
know whoever did this to us, chances are he or she probably has some kind of
keyword or a way to make us all fall under their spell again. If whoever that
is comes home, we’re screwed. So maybe we could do more damage from outside the
house! Alright Shaun, let’s get outta here!”
Garret
looked over at his brother, and then at Vlad, Matthew and Warren, as if for the
last time. It was an eerie feeling he got at that moment, like he’d never see
these guys again. Shaun kissed both his brother’s goodbye, neither budged an
inch even during the collapse. In fact, both brothers had other men’s body
parts strewn all over theirs. Shaun felt sickened at the scene, but he knew he
was now getting out of it.
Garret
and Shaun ran up the stairs and out of the house following Han and Boyd toward
the main road. The road that lead up to Carpers!
-“Shit!
I know where we are!” Garret exclaimed.
-“I
even know whose house this is!” Shaun proclaimed.
-“Fuck,
who?” Garret asked eager to find out who was behind all this. All the while the
group continued to run, right up to the main building of the college.
-“Professor
Charles Vine. Psychology Dept – specialist in hypnotism and mind-control. I
laughed at some of his theories last semester, I guess I shouldn’t have!”
-“But
I don’t even know a professor Charles Vine. I don’t take psychology classes!”
Garret declared defiantly as their mid-afternoon jog up to campus, naked,
continued. By now hundreds of fellow students and teachers had seen them – ALL,
running around streaking. A few of the boys were recognized by several staff
members and each would later receive disciplinary action. First things first –
get clothes. Step two: Call the police.
We
had to settle for used towels we found in the men’s locker-room. It was the
closest building and I figured I could use the phone in the Coach’s office at
the swimming pool to call the cops.
Imagine
the eight of us, running with towels around our waists through the pool area to
the opposite end where the Coach’s office was tucked away. There was a girls
swim class going on and they didn’t seem to mind any.
Our
coach wasn’t there but the phone was available and Mrs. Coach or whoever she
was, wasn’t paying us any attention, so we entered the Coach’s office and I
dialed 9-1-1. This sadistic game of hypnotizing us, and our friends, was about
to come to one grinding halt!
***
-“I…I
don’t get it officer. This, this was the place!” Garret couldn’t believe his
eyes. The basement he had just fled from less than an hour ago, the one covered
in hypnotized men, was empty, the house, its grounds, equally vacated.
-“Where
did they all go?!” Tyrone asked stupefied.
-“Are
you sure you boys are feeling alright? You didn’t do any drugs did you?” The
second officer asked flat out.
-“Look
officer, my two older brothers were here, and I’m telling you they were in some
kind of trance. Their eyes were wide open, they were still breathing, but they
were like frozen solid and they couldn’t hear me!” Shaun was panicking as he
recalled the disturbing scene to memory.
-“And
my younger brother was here too and several of my friends – there must have
been like thirty of us in total or something…” Garret was trying to remember.
-“And
you all saw and experienced the same exact thing?” The first officer asked in
slight disbelief.
Adam
spoke next.
-‘He
doesn’t believe us! I can’t believe he doesn’t believe us! Dude, we woke up in
this room, an hour ago and we were naked! And the room, it was like filled with
dozens of other naked guys! It was fuckin surreal fag-fest if I ever saw one!”
-“I
don’t know whether to write this all down or take you boys in to see a
therapist!” The first officer joked uncomfortably, undoing his top button and
flipping out his note pad.
-“OK,
you. What’s your name?” The officer pointed to Jeff.
-“Um
Jeff Postman sir. It’s all true. In fact, I remember being hypnotized by
professor Vine and I remember him making me hypnotize other guys and then I had
to bring them to him! I couldn’t control myself, it was like I was totally
under his power.” Jeff winced as some more recollections filtered into his
conscious memory.
-“And
don’t forget the sex stuff!” Boyd exclaimed nervously. “He made me… he made
us…” He couldn’t finish his thought. Instead he turned toward Han who was
standing right alongside him and grabbed his hand affectionately. Han responded
with a warm smile and a wink, tightening his grip on Boyd’s cold palm.
-“I
think he made us gay!” Han said ultimately. “Before all this hypnotism stuff, I
never once thought of another man, ok? But now, even right now, I can’t help
myself but think about what’s happening inside Boy’d pants!”
-“Er,
that will be enough for now I think – we have it, the important stuff anyway…” The
cop was clearly shaken by Han’s words and his outward displays of affection for
Boyd.
-“Wait,
sir, you didn’t ask me anything!” Franklin protested.
-“Do
you have something to add…? The policeman’s voice trailed off implying that he
expected Franklin to provide his name.
-“Franklin.
And yes. You see, I remember being hypnotized but not by a man. I was
hypnotized by a woman… I just can’t remember her name. But it was definitely a
woman. A blonde woman!”
-“A
woman. Ok got it. Lookit, I suggest you boys get a good night sleep and maybe
even consider getting a little therapy. If what you all say really did happen,
you’re all gonna need some, and if it didn’t, then you all definitely need some
therapy, just not hypno-therapy, right Frank?” the officer nudged his partner
in the ribs.
-“Yeah
right Gary! Hey, I’m getting sleeeepy!” He tried to join in on the joke.
-“So
wait, are you like gonna look for them? What about my brother?” Garret asked
the police officer as he seemed to be preparing to leave.
-“And
my brothers!” Shaun echoed in.
-“Look,
we’d have to file missing persons reports. For that you’ll have to come down to
the station tomorrow. But ten to one, your brothers and friends will show up.
If anything, this whole thing sounds like one big fraternity prank. Hey are any
of you pledged to any of the houses?” The policeman asked.
Not
one of the eight boys were part of any Frat.
-‘Too
bad. My brother and I went to Carper’s years ago, we were pledged to the Gamma
Epsilons. Now that was a frat! Never did anything with hypnosis mind you, but
you kids these days, always experimentin!” The cop smiled to himself as he
walked to the entryway.
The
two police officers then left. The eight boys remaining in the once museum
showcase basement stood horrified as memories gradually tricked back into their
conscious minds – memories of things they had to do while mentally and
physically imprisoned in this very room.
-“I,
er think we should get outta this place!” Han suggested, putting his arm around
Boyd and nudging him toward the threshold.
-“Garret?”
Shaun noticed Garret was deeply lost in thought, his expression, almost
hypnotized.
-“Yeah.
I was just thinking… I wonder where they went to… all those guys that were here
I mean. I just hope Parker, Matthew, Warren and Vlad are ok, you know?”
-“I
know. Believe me I know. I brought my brothers to Dr. Vine, I remember
hypnotizing Tray anyway. Shit wherever he is, and whatever he’s going through
it’s all because of me man!” Shaun was guilt-ridden, feeling nauseous.
-“Shaun,
you were under this guy’s control – you didn’t know what you were doing, none
of us did!” Garret now tried to console Shaun.
Jeff
jumped in next.
-“It’s
true. I also feel sick and guilty over what I did, but I know I couldn’t control
myself – that sicko did this to us and we should all make a pact right here and
now that we don’t sleep until we bring him to justice!” Jeff cooed on like some
kind of 50’s superhero.
Jeff,
Franklin, Adam and Tyrone piled out of the room leaving just Garret and Shaun
behind, both boys left to wonder about the whereabouts and well-being of their
brothers. Would they ever see them again? And what sort of damage would be
inflicted on them in the interim. Both boys minds filled with dread as their
imaginings became more and more grotesque, more and more vivid…
***
Buying
an old British cruise ship, refurbishing it and installing it at sea as the
first ever exclusively gay-male cruise line was the brain-child of Joey Vine,
bankrolled through one of his many loyal servants. Actually, it was Juan’s
father, the Cuban industrialist who was now one of Joey’s loyal slaves. Cuban
men, Joey found out, were particularly receptive to hypnosis and Joe figured he
had Castro to thank for that.
Although
he had lost eight of his boys on that fateful day, he quickly recouped and
recovered his losses, relocating his entire harem to Miami, where his boat, the
U.S.S. Manhouse was docked and readying for its maiden voyage. With a personal
servant crew of over 200 and another 500 or so still un-hypnotized, including
the dashing blond Irish captain, Captain Garret McDoud, Joey couldn’t wait to
get out to sea with all these seamen. Ok, Captain Garret McDoud wasn’t the
Garret he lost that day. But he did have Parker to remind him of the young man.
Cleaned up, Parker bore a striking resemblance to his older brother Garret.
The
twins, Tray and Mike were immediately made into Fitness Directors and
instructed to hypnotize every good looking gym-bunny to cross their paths.
After only six cruises, Joey found he had over one thousand men from all over
the United States, Canada, Europe and even the Middle East, hypnotized and
under his power. And this was still, just the beginning.
Owen
Finegold, Saul’s son, was made Chief Purser and he relished the idea of serving
endless lines of men on daily basis.
Warren
and Matthew, best buddies from elementary school, became the two lead dancers
in the nighttime Cabaret on board ship. Known simply as “The hypnotized
zombies” their routine every night would involve, dance, a striptease,
hypnosis, and of course more hypnosis. Joey had initially tried Juan as a
dancer/hypnotizee in the routine, but he was not as warmly received as Matthew
and Warren. So, Juan was reassigned to the job of assistant dishwasher of
kitchen number six. A rich boy from birth who never had to do a real day’s
work, Joey decided it was time to work Juan to the bone. As it turned out, Juan
proved to be an exceptional dishwasher of kitchen number six.
Chad
and Parker ran the ships in-house escort service and were available for hire
themselves to interested parties. Collectively, the two studs had hypnotized
forty seven men after the first six cruises and their averages were on a
definite upward slope, so Joey was very pleased with this duo.
Jean-Claude
and Gordon were kept busy as waiters in the Captain’s private dining room.
There, Joey could seem them servicing other men all day long, while having them
service his needs all night long. It was sheer bliss. Jean-Claude and Gordon’s
entire worlds commandeered by their ever-present need to serve!
Freckle-faced
Peter and ex-dog Jonathan were also assigned positions on board the U.S.S.
Manhouse. Both were given intense workshops in Masotherapy and both quickly
became reflexology experts, massaging men’s feet for money, these two slaves of
Joey’s were perhaps among his happiest. Truth be told, Joey was rather hard on
Jonathan after it was revealed he had caused the disaster back home – the one
that caused Joey to push up his whole agenda. Still, it was no matter.
Everything in the end, turned out just fine.
Oh
and Dr. Vine and Dr. Finegold? They were married on board ship last week and
have bought a cottage somewhere in Vermont. The happy couple is even thinking
of adopting a child from China or India, and Charles Vine is already praying
for a boy…
As
for Joey. He had his revenge. He had his choice of male-servants, he had the
life he had always dreamed of. Sylvia remained on-ship, though she never left
his room. She was on-call 24-7 for whenever her master desired her for sex or
play. Of course, if that special call came in, Sylvia was instructed to answer
it and forward it to Joey’s mobile immediately. She had no idea who this Tom
Leblanc person was, but he seemed to be very important to Joey…
This
chapter is as yet, incomplete and un-authored. Given how I ended this story, I
would like to extend a formal invite to Hyptrance (one of, if not the
best m4m hypno/mc authors on the Internet today) to scribe out Chapter One.
Carte blance mon ami!
As
a loyal fan of Hyptrance’s work, in particular his Tom Leblanc series (but many
others as well) I would consider it a great honor if he would agree to
undertake this. In fact, when I started this story I had it in mind to mention
Tom Leblanc’s name in the last sentence of the story, hoping to lure the author
Hyptrance into my literary world, even if it is for only one chapter – even
knowing that he’s not “particularly into feet”.
I
don’t in any way mean to take his time or talent for granted. I am a fan of his
exceptional work, like so many others, and I would be truly honored if he took
me up on my humble request…
Or