Disclaimer: This material is forbidden to anyone not of the legal age to read it. It involves erotic hypnosis and male/male sex, so if either concept is distasteful to you, read no further. It is fantasy! There is no implication whatsoever to be inferred concerning the actual sexual preferences, moral codes, or behavior (in or out of trance) of the two real actors used here as fictional characters. For more about Tom LeBlanc, read Sleepy Boy, Johnny and the Psychology Pool, and Batter Up. And last, to all readers of my stories: write down your fantasies for the rest of us to read!

Leo Gets Lucky

(A Tom LeBlanc Story)

by

Hyptrance

“He wants us to do what!?” Josh Duhamel stared at his agent, his boyishly handsome face alive with amused astonishment.

“You heard me. Matthias wants you all to do all your filming while under hypnosis. The guy saw some old film Werner Herzog did, Hearts of Glass or something, where he hypnotized all the actors. Apparently being in trance is supposed to make you give a more committed, intense performance. Anyway, ever since he saw it, he’s had a bee in his bonnet about it. Personally, I think it’s just another gimmick, but in this case, it’s a really saleable one. HBO and E! are already negotiating for the right to do “filming of” pieces. As your agent, I strongly advise you to come on board for this one, unless playing Leo du Pres on AMC is the sum total of your life’s ambition. Not only is young Mr. Matthias the flavor of the month in Hollywood, but it would also be your first non-daytime featured role, and a really juicy one, at that. And you have to admit, the money is more than respectable.” He grinned avariciously. “But you do have to agree to the hypnotism thing. He’s adamant about having the whole cast in trance. If you won’t play along, they’ll offer it to someone else.”

Josh thought it over for less than a minute and then signed the contract. He chuckled to himself, “What the heck. It’ll probably be a hoot.” He didn’t really buy the “look-into-my-eyes” routine anyway. It couldn’t make that much difference, and, as his agent had pointed out, it was a really nice chunk of change. “Besides,” he thought, “I’m probably too focused and strong willed to be hypnotized. I’ll just pretend. They won’t know the difference. Hell, I’m an actor!”

“Well, boys and girls, get ready for what is likely to be the most exciting acting experience you’ve ever had!”

Trevor Matthias certainly had enthusiasm. The young director reminded Josh of Ben Stiller, but he feared that, on the whole, attitude was more responsible for that impression than brilliance. Now the guy was going on about how this project could re-define the actor’s art; how it would impart greater emotional reality to their performances; how it would change cinema as they knew it. “Yadda, yadda, yadda,” Josh thought to himself, and began to check out the rest of the assembled cast. In spite of the lushly comfortable chairs in the posh conference room, everyone looked as guarded as he felt. The only one he knew other than by reputation was fellow soap star Jacob Young, Lucky on General Hospital. They had crossed paths before at various fund-raisers and media events. Josh caught Jake’s eye and rolled his own, earning an answering smirk from the handsome young actor.

“Now allow me to present Tom LeBlanc. He’s one of the world’s best hypnotists, and I’ve hired him to work with us for the duration of the project. I’ll leave you in his very capable hands. Tom…” A good-looking, dark-haired young man stepped forward to acknowledge the introduction and Matthias exited the room. Josh found the hypnotist to be much more real than the director. He had undeniable presence. He also had the grace to look more than a little embarrassed by Matthias’ verbal excesses.

“I’m delighted and very flattered to be working with you all.” Tom’s voice, smooth, dark, and suave, almost instantly created an atmosphere of cozy intimacy, yet filled the room without effort. The actor in Josh was immediately impressed by the subtlety of the instrument. “How many of you have experienced hypnosis before?” Neither Josh nor Jacob raised a hand, but a number of the others indicated that they had tried it at one time or another (Hollywood is, after all, a rather new-age kind of place). “I’m glad that so many of you are at least a little familiar with the trance state. For those of you who are not, I’m sure you will find it a most enjoyable experience. First, I’m going to do a general induction, to put you all into at least a light trance. Then I’ll work with each of you separately to increase your trance depth as much as possible. However, before we begin, I want you to assess your comfort level. If you’re wearing clothing that is stiff or too tight, loosen or remove it. We have sweats in all sizes for you to change into if your own clothes can’t be adjusted sufficiently. Also, please remove your shoes. This would be the time to visit the facilities, as well, if you feel the need. In order to concentrate properly, you shouldn’t be distracted by any kind of physical discomfort.” The cast members milled about for a few moments making the requested adjustments. Everyone had come dressed casually, so there were no takers on the sweats, but several did leave to use the restrooms or to get bottled water from the coolers. Some of the ones who had been in trance on other occasions did some quick limbering up stretches, and Josh and Jacob, taking the hint, copied them.

When everyone was back in the plush seats, Tom lowered the lights and pushed a couple of buttons on a hand-held remote. Soft, soothing sounds of new-age music and ocean surf filled the room, and a small blue bulb mounted high on the wall facing the actors glowed into life and began to pulse gently, drawing Josh’s eyes to it.

“I want you all to look at the light,” Tom intoned. “Lean back in your seats and relax, and watch the light as it blinks on and off. Don’t strain; just watch it easily. If your eyes start to drift away from the pulsing blue glow, just bring them back to focus on it. Now, take a deep breath… hold it… hold it… and release it slowly. Again, please… and again… And as you slowly exhale, feel your muscles growing loose and heavy… loose, limp, and heavy… as you watch the light… watch the light… watch the light…”

As Tom continued his induction, Josh was beginning to feel very strange and sleepy. The controlled breathing was making him a little light-headed, he was finding it less and less possible to draw his gaze away from the blue bulb, and Tom’s voice – well, it was as though that voice had crawled inside his mind and was playing pinball with his thoughts! Maybe there was something to this hypnosis thing after all. He couldn’t seem to think straight. Each word the hypnotist said went directly to the center of his attention, wiping out everything else. He even had a weird notion that the ocean sounds on the tape were mimicking Tom’s speech. (In this, he was actually correct. Tom had placed some powerful subliminal reinforcements in his new-age sound mix.) Josh’s body began to feel so-o-o heavy to him, and his physical awareness seemed to be coming from farther and farther away, as though his mind was floating right out of his body, floating up towards the beckoning blue glow, into the light… into the light… the light… the…

“…One. Wake up, ladies and gentlemen.” Tom’s voice was brisk.

Josh’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t remember closing them, and as he sat blinking a little stupidly, he realized that he didn’t remember much of anything about those last few moments. Josh looked around. Most of the other actors, including Jacob were also looking rather blank, as though they had all misplaced parts of their brains. He tried to reconstruct what had happened. He’d been listening to the hypnotist, and there was a light… a blue light… and he’d felt… he’d felt… what? A light… and the voice had said… had said…

Josh had almost put himself right back into trance, when he was brought back to the here and now by Tom’s hand on his shoulder. “Whoa! You were almost gone again. You are an excellent subject, Mr. Duhamel. This is all going to be very easy for you, I think. Since you’ve nearly put yourself to sleep again anyway, I’ll work with you first.” Tom raised his voice a little, “I’ll start with Mr. Duhamel. The rest of you, please make yourselves comfortable,” and then to Josh, “Please follow me.”

Josh was up and walking almost before he had time to consider it. Apparently, he thought, there was some residual obedience left from the trance. The hypnotist led him to a smaller room off the main conference room, gestured to him to be seated in another of the plush chairs, and closed the door.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Duhamel, or may I call you Josh?”

“Josh is fine.”

Tom reached into his pocket and drew forth a shiny pocket watch. He held in front of Josh’s eyes, a little above his line of vision, and the soft room lighting flashed from the polished surface. “I know this is very theatrical, but it’s still one of the best trance inducers I’ve ever used. Maybe because people expect to go into hypnosis from watching a watch dangled before their eyes. They look at the watch because it’s pretty, and the light flashing off of it catches their attention, and then, if they have learned how to breathe deeply,” (Josh automatically began to breathe in the rhythm of his previous induction, although he wasn’t aware of it), “and how to relax,” (Josh’s body sank back in the seat, again without him consciously realizing it), they soon find that the watch and the hypnotist’s voice have become the focus of their whole world. They are unable to look away from the watch, unable to resist the voice, unable to keep from going deep, deep into trance, deeper than they have ever been before.” Josh stared dully, his eyes locked on the glittering watch as it turned lazily on its chain. His handsome features were a study in slack blankness. “They look at the watch… look at the watch…” Tom crooned, “ and get so sleepy… so very, very sleepy… so tired… so relaxed… watching the watch… listening to my voice… feeling the need to yield to me… the need to obey… to obey… to obey… deep sleep!” As Tom spoke the cue phrase he had implanted in all the actors during that first trance, Josh’s eyes slammed shut, his head dropped forward to rest on his chest, his body went completely limp in the chair, and his mind lost its last tenuous grasp on normal consciousness. He was spellbound and helpless.

“Deep sleep… deep sleep…” Tom repeated the cue phrase a few more times, watching as Josh’s trance became more and more profound. “Nothing can disturb you; nothing can awaken you until I awaken you; nothing can stop you from sliding deeper and deeper into trance with every breath you take, with every beat of your pulse. You will pay no attention to anything but the sound of my voice. You want to, you need to obey every suggestion I give you. Nothing makes you feel as good as obeying me, and nothing makes you feel worse than resisting.” The hypnotist than ran Josh through a quick battery of deepening exercises until he was satisfied that his will was completely subdued. Then he rapidly created the character the actor would be playing in the film (a young soldier trying to protect his kid brother – Jacob’s character- in combat, a secondary plot line that was to end tragically with Young’s character dead, and Josh’s in catatonic shock), and “installed” it in Josh’s mind where a simple cue from the director could call it up in all its emotional complexity. Then, having fulfilled his job obligation, Tom added two suggestions from his own agenda. “You will call me every night after work at___-____ for a hypnosis session over the phone, going deeper each and every time. And you will find that during the filming you are becoming very friendly with Jacob Young. You like him very much, and you want to get to know him better, to spend time hanging out with him as friends do.” Tom had plans for the two young men. He then erased Josh’s memory of what had been said and done, and woke him up.

“That will be all for now, Josh. From time to time during the filming schedule I’ll be giving you a brief hypnosis refresher session, but as it is, you’re ready for Trevor whenever he’s ready for you. From now on, it’s like any other film. You go by the schedule for your scenes. When you return to the conference room, could you ask Mr. Young to come in?”

Josh shook Tom’s hand and left, feeling a little disoriented. His initial skepticism had gone down in flames. He certainly wouldn’t need to fake being hypnotized! He spotted Jacob Young sitting in one of the chairs towards the far side of the room and went over to deliver Tom’s message. When he got closer he realized, with some amusement, that the young actor had apparently gone back into a spontaneous trance during the wait. Josh felt a wave of affection. Jake was such a nice guy, and it was so cute to see him innocently sleeping like a tired little boy. Josh tenderly shook his shoulder, but Jacob seemed unable to respond to anyone but Tom. However, Josh discovered that by gently pulling on his friend’s hand he could draw him up out of the seat. Jake was then willing to be led to the adjoining room, shuffling along like a sleepwalker.

“He seems to be a little out of it,” Josh chuckled.

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” Tom replied. “I would have to get him to this point anyway. Just settle him into the chair, and thank you for your help.” As Josh left the room, the hypnotist couldn’t help but grin. Jacob Young, as he had hoped, seemed to be just as good a subject as Josh had been, so his plan would work perfectly. He admired the handsome blond actor for a moment, and then set about programming him exactly as he had programmed Josh, including a reciprocal fondness and admiration for that young man.

During that first week of filming, both Josh found it to be like no other acting job he had ever had. At a word from Matthias he was his character! He remained an actor, aware that he was acting and that the emotions he portrayed were not real, but he was so in tune with those emotions that it was almost as though he truly felt them. The experience was altogether intense, but exciting too.

Intense as well was the sudden friendship he had formed with Jake. Josh felt he had never bonded so quickly or so deeply with any man before. That first afternoon they had just gone out to get coffee together during a break, but their personalities had clicked so completely that, within a day or two they had become practically inseparable. Josh felt almost as though he had found a long lost brother, a real version of the soap cliché of an unsuspected twin resurfacing (although, in this case, a wonderful rather than an evil one). Indeed, by the seventh or eighth day, Josh was beginning to feel just a little alarmed by the depth of his feelings for Jake. Christ, it was almost as if he were falling in love with the guy. He thought that Jake was having similar misgivings, but neither of them was inclined to give up their new companionship. He was, of course, unaware that, every evening on the phone, Tom was hypnotizing them again and again, increasing the depth of their trances, deepening their irresistible compulsion to obey his every word, and strengthening more and more their attachment to each other. Lately he had even begun to attack the young men’s sexual orientation, adding subconscious erotic attraction to their conscious emotional one, so Josh found himself looking at Jake a lot, noticing, without consciously registering it, how tender and nicely formed his lips were, how the soft blond hair on his forearms lay smooth and touchable, how his fashionable jeans hung low on his slim hips. And he also noticed, without truly being aware, that Jake was just as often looking at him speculatively, apparently checking out his face and body. Actors are routinely more physical with each other than are members of almost any other profession, but Josh found himself taking even more occasion than usual to touch Jacob; high fives after a wrap; back, shoulder, even butt pats of encouragement; a quick back massage after a particularly tense scene. Once, they got into a wrestling match, rolling around like two high-spirited teenagers until they collapsed, laughing too hard to continue. Josh didn’t know what the rest of the cast might be making of this, but it appeared that they were accepting it as a side effect of the hypnotic character indoctrination. He and Jacob were programmed to play brothers, and now they were behaving like brothers. He did notice that they were not the only cast members whose roles seemed to be spilling over into their daily lives. Tom was forced to spend a lot of time with the two leads, in order to maintain their characters’ love story at a boil, yet prevent the actors themselves from doing anything that would wreck either of their marriages.

The final day of filming for Josh was also the most traumatic. It was the big death and madness scene for him and Jake. Soap actors are often somewhat disregarded by their colleagues in the business, but by the time they had finished, Josh knew that he and Jacob had created something very special and meaningful in that final scene, easily the best work either of them had ever done. The quality of suffering and sorrow they had illustrated had been shattering. Even after Matthias, bubbling over with enthusiastic congratulations, released them from their trance states, Josh could barely bring himself to let go of his co-star. The echo of loss was still so fresh and vivid in his mind, that he was afraid to let him out of his sight. Jacob, too, seemed to be in need of reassurance. His face looked haunted, and he clung to Josh like a frightened child. Tom took them aside and said, “You two need some debriefing. Please come with me,” and lead them off to the small anteroom where he had been conducting the hypnosis sessions since that first day.

Seated in the comfortable chairs, Josh and Jake began to feel a little calmer… then, as Tom talked to them, a lot calmer… and then… “Deep sleep”, and both young men were dead to the world, their handsome faces studies in blank capitulation. Tom carefully and systematically removed the superimposed movie characters from their wide-open minds, but not his own suggested character changes. Then he launched the final steps in his plan to hypnotically dominate and seduce the two actors.

“You’re going to go much, much deeper into trance than ever before,” Tom said. “Do you remember the glittering watch that I showed you that first day?” Josh and Jacob muttered sleepy affirmatives. “You’re looking at it now. You can see it turning and twisting on its chain, as the light sends sleepy, sleepy sparkles into your eyes… so pretty, so-o-o sleepy. Tell me that you see it.”

Although both boys’ eyes were completely closed at this point, they droned (and nearly in unison), “I see the watch.”

“Yes, you see the watch, and you can’t think of anything else. It draws your eyes, and it draws your mind. It pulls you towards it, farther and farther from where you are now, farther and farther from thought, farther and farther from volition. You are floating down a long, soft, dark tunnel towards the watch, and every inch you go takes you away from your consciousness. You are no longer aware of this room, you are no longer aware of your body; you no longer have an identity. Nothing exists but the watch and my voice… my voice that you must obey… my voice that is your thoughts, that is your will, that is all of your reality.” The young men were so limp and motionless that they scarcely seemed to breathe. They could almost have been wax figures. “Josh, tell me how you feel about Jacob.”

Without moving a muscle or showing any emotion, Josh began to speak softly, “Jake is terrific. He’s funny, and smart, and talented. I think he’s my best friend; I love him like a brother.”

“Yes, you love him. But it is more than just as a brother, Josh. You love him passionately. Your body hungers for him! You long to touch him, to taste him, to have him in every possible way. You can’t even think about Jacob without getting an erection. It takes all the self-control you possess to keep your hands off of him when you are in public.” Tom’s voice had grown more and more urgent and commanding as he spoke, and Josh’s still-expressionless face was now flushed, an obvious hard-on tenting his khaki trousers. The hypnotist allowed Josh to stew in his trance-induced lust, while he created an answering lust in Jacob. When both of the actors were hot and hard, he continued, “But you are still in public, so you may not pursue your desires yet. You will consider yourselves to be in public everywhere except in my hotel suite _______, room #_, and even there, only if you are in trance. Otherwise your lust for each other will remain completely subconscious. You will come to my hotel tonight, and you will make any excuse to persuade me to hypnotize you. Once you are under, you will then be able to consummate your affair, and you will be so grateful to me for the opportunity, that you will want me to join you! To show that you understand and obey these commands, you will now expose your hard cock and stroke it three times, after which, you will return it to your pants, redo your fly, and awaken, with no memory of anything that happened in this room!”

Moving slowly and inefficiently, like puppets in a gallery, Josh and Jake pulled their rigid tools from their pants. Tom was pleased to note that both were more than respectably equipped. One... two… three strokes… although not enough to trigger orgasm, but each stroke releasing floods of pre-cum. Then they dutifully stuffed their sticky cocks back into their flies.

Josh struggled back to consciousness. Who… what…? He couldn’t remember anything after following the hypnotist back to this room. He realized that he did feel better, though. He was himself once more, not a shell-shocked battle casualty. He also realized that he was, for some reason, horny as hell. He needed to get out of there quickly, before Tom or Jake noticed his woody. As the thought of Jake crossed his mind, his dick got even harder, not that he was able to recognize the cause-and-effect connection. Josh crossed his legs as nonchalantly as he could, and tried to will it away. Jake had assumed a similar posture, but each young man was so preoccupied with his own predicament, that neither noticed the other’s. Tom, of course, noticed, but pretended not to, although, inside, he was laughing his ass off.

Just as he was finally able to stand without embarrassment, Josh was struck with what seemed to be a great idea. “Uh… Tom…” he began a little shyly, “You know that Jake and I both act primarily in daytime drama?” Tom nodded encouragingly. “And you know, or maybe you don’t, how often a story-line there ends up with somebody hypnotized? It would be really useful to me to know what that feels like, in case I’m ever called on to act it out. But you’ve had us under so deeply, we never remember anything much about it afterwards. Would it be possible… could you, maybe, uh… hypnotize us again, some time, and let us remember it?” Jake, picking up his cue, quickly chimed in his support.

They were looking at Tom with such innocent eagerness that he could scarcely keep himself from molesting them on the spot. Josh’s mischievous boyishness was particularly alluring to the hypnotist. “I’m free this evening,” he said. “If you two are as well, come over to my hotel, any time after seven, and we’ll have one more session.”

“That’d be perfect!” Josh whooped, and Jacob joined him in his enthusiastic thanks. Neither of them noticed that Tom hadn’t mentioned where he was staying, because, without be able to consider how, they already knew.

A knock on Tom’s door at 8:00 that night heralded the arrival of the two young men. When he opened the door, the hypnotist could see, by the casual care of their dress (Jacob in a light blue muscle t and white painter’s pants that hung off his hips, calling attention to the trimness of his waist and the pertness of his butt, and Josh in an eye-catching red long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up on his tanned forearms, and rather tight jeans that displayed everything about his legs, ass, and basket to great advantage), and by the heightened color in their faces, that the boys were very excited at the evening’s prospects, even though neither consciously knew what those were. They gave off exactly the same jazzed-up energy vibe that young men give when setting out on a date on which they fully expected to get laid, but don’t know exactly when or how it will take place.

Tom ushered them in, and asked them, as he had at the first induction, to get comfortable. Jacob made a quick trip to the bathroom. After his return, the hypnotist seated them side by side on the couch in the living room section of the suite. “Since you are here, I assume you are still interested in one more hypnosis session?” They nodded. “Good.” Tom brought out his pocket watch and began to play with it so that it spun and swayed at the end of its chain. Josh and Jake, now very well trained from more than two weeks of practice, found their gazes immediately locked on the watch, their breathing automatically slowing and deepening. Almost before the hypnotist said a word, their expressions already had the frozen, deer-caught-in-headlights helplessness of boys going into trance, that Tom found so especially erotic. He had an instant erection, but wasn’t concerned, because the two young actors were already totally incapable of seeing anything but the glittering timepiece. “The watch is putting you into a trance, just as it did before… relaxing you… making you sleepy… so relaxed… so sleepy… taking you much deeper than ever… much, much deeper… deeper than ever before… into deep sleep… deep sleep… de-e-ep sle-e-ep.” The hypnotist surveyed his handiwork. The two young men slept tranquilly, no trace of awareness or personality remaining on their slack, innocently appealing faces. Jacob had slumped over so that his head now rested on Josh’s shoulder, while Josh’s relaxed right arm had slipped off of his knee so that his hand was nestled against Jake’s thigh, and he now sporting a visible hard-on. They looked adorable!

“Josh,” Tom said, “Tell my why you really wanted to be hypnotized.”

Obedient to his previous conditioning, Josh answered, “ I love Jake. I need to make love to him, and this is the only place I can do it.” However, his unemotional line delivery was more suitable to his state as an entranced slave, than to that of an impassioned lover.

“And do you feel the same, Jacob?”

“Yes, master.”

Master!? Tom flinched. Where the hell had that come from? Was Jake shamming? He looked very hypnotized. But then Tom saw a flicker of something else under the bland, vacant exterior. Jake was getting off on this! Quickly, Tom said, “Josh, at the count of three you won’t be aware of anything at all, neither to hear nor to see, until I touch your forehead. One, two, three.” Josh was instantly incommunicado. Then Tom turned to Jacob. “Okay, Jake, what’s going on?”

Jake’s eyes cracked open. “I blew it, didn’t I, “ he said with a rueful grin. “Damn! And I held it together so well these past two weeks. I figured out what you were up to pretty early on. I was only really in trance a couple of times, and never very deeply, so I remembered all about the extra suggestions you slipped in. I knew you must have been doing the same thing to Josh from the way he started to behave around me, but it was your word against mine until now. I still can’t say that I have proof, but if you don’t release Josh, I’m going to make sure that at least his conscious mind learns about what you’ve had his subconscious up to.” Jacob was still grinning, but there was an edge to his grin.

Tom felt as though space had opened up beneath his feet, but he maintained his cool. “ I must congratulate you again or your acting abilities, it seems. No one before you has ever succeeded in completely fooling me about being under hypnosis. I am curious, though. You said you did go into trance a couple of times. Which times?”

“I was a little hypnotized that first time when you did everybody together. I mean… I did try to play it straight for the contract I signed. When you woke us up, I knew I hadn’t gone very deep, because I remembered it all too easily.” (Tom thought to himself, “Not necessarily true.”) “I saw how Josh was zoning out again, so I imitated that, to make you and Matthias believe I was where you wanted me in the program. When you took me into the little room, though, I couldn’t find the trance feeling again, even after you said the trigger phrase. I think maybe it was the watch routine; it was just too Vincent-Price-B-movie for words. The only other time I let you get into my head at all was right before we filmed my death scene. With Josh acting up a storm like some junior Laurence Olivier, I knew I needed a little help to keep pace.”

Tom had been thinking at light-speed. This disaster might not be unsalvageable. Jake was hypnotizable; the actor had admitted that himself. And if he’d been in trance, even if only lightly, on that last day of filming, then his presence in the room now might not be as entirely of his own free will as he imagined. There must be some rationalizing going on here. Certainly his protective attitude toward Josh argued against his total immunity to the hypnotic programming he had received, his choice of clothing clearly proclaimed “sex” not “blackmail”, and he had, after all, taken out his cock and stroked it at Tom’s command, which was a great deal to do merely to keep his cover (and surely not a regular part of his behavior)! Finally, he was cocky about his self-control, which, as far as the hypnotist was concerned, counted as a big plus. A disguised induction would probably succeed in getting to him before he ever felt vulnerable enough to try to resist it.

Tom began to speak in carefully pitched and measured tones, not the hypnotist’s croon, but another, more subtle variation of delivery, that highlighted certain select words and phrases almost imperceptibly. The watch, which was still in Tom’s hand as though forgotten, continued to twirl and spin, sending dull flashes of light into Jacob’s eyes. “Of course I won’t be able to carry out my plans in the light of your recent revelations. But it will take me some time to free Josh. He, after all, Jake, is very susceptible to hypnosis. He can’t resist going into trance. Whenever I told him to, he would look at the light flashing off my watch… unable to look away… He would relax and listen to my voice and it would make him go deep into trance right away…” The hypnotist continued in this manner until he reached the point when he could say, “Deep sleep!”

Jacob had started to feel very odd almost from the beginning of Tom’s short monolog. In spite of his expressed scorn, his eyes were finding the glinting watch difficult to avoid. Jake had never heard of embedded suggestions, neuro-linguistic programming, or Erickson, so he didn’t even try to marshal any defenses. As a result, when the trigger phrase “deep sleep”, planted that first day, fell on his ears this time, it sent his consciousness on an irresistible slide into darkness. Toppled in the moment of his pride, Jake was now helpless before Tom’s tampering.

After quickly making sure that Josh was still entranced (he was), and had not reverted to true sleep (he hadn’t), Tom began to work on Jacob. Anxious not to repeat his earlier error, the hypnotist took great pains to reinforce and deepen the young actor’s trance, testing and re-testing to be certain that there was no chance of resistance. Finally, after nearly three quarters of an hour of concentrated effort (checking on Josh periodically), Tom was confident that Jacob had reached the same level of indoctrination that he had previously only been pretending to. He then touched Josh on the forehead to bring him back into the game.

“Remove your shoes and socks, and then please stand up.” Both young actors complied, and were soon standing before the hypnotist, barefooted and relaxed, their eyes still closed. “Take off your shirt.” Jake quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Josh, with buttons to undo, took a little longer, but Tom didn’t begrudge him the time, and the torso revealed, even more beautiful than Jake’s golden body, was worth any wait. “Now, take off your trousers; everything but your shorts.” Again, Jacob won the race. As soon as he opened them, his loose painter’s pants fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Josh’s tighter jeans gave him more of a struggle, causing him to topple back onto the sofa. He remained seated as he pulled them the rest of the way off, and then regained his feet, to stand next to Jake once again. In line with the current fashion for young men, both wore silky, dark-colored boxer briefs that clung to their asses and thighs without holding down their now-obvious erections.

Tom repeated a version of the question he had asked earlier, “Josh, why are you here?”

“I came here to be hypnotized so that I would be free to make love to Jake,” answered the mesmerized young stud.

“Jake, why are you here?”

“I am here to serve my masters, Tom and Josh in any way they wish.” Jake was no longer cocky or flippant, just a thoroughly mind-fucked slave-boy. (Tom had taken his revenge for the shock he had been dealt. If Jake wanted to play around calling someone ‘master’, so be it. No more would it be a partnership of equals; Jake would now be nothing more than a helpless toy.)

“I’m going to snap my fingers, and when I do, you will open your eyes, but remain deep in trance, just as you are. Josh, you will see the man you love, and you will be free to do anything with him you desire. It won’t matter to you that I’m here to see it, since you know you owe it all to me that this is possible. Jacob, you will see the two men you must obey and worship. You’ll do everything either of us wants you to, without questioning or attempting to resist. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Tom,” droned Josh, and at the same time Jake echoed, “Yes, master.”

Snap!

The young men opened their eyes. Josh looked around a little vacantly, and then his gaze focused on Jake, naked but for underwear, and his expression sharpened to full intensity. He reached out to touch Jake’s chest, the touch turning into a gentle, sensual caress of the soft, golden chest hair, and then he pulled his friend into his arms. For a moment Josh just stared into Jake’s eyes, but then his mouth sought out Jake’s and he began to kiss him hungrily. Jacob accepted the kiss without resistance, but also without much personal input, until Josh broke off and looked at him quizzically. “What’s the matter?” he murmured.

“You haven’t told me what you want, master. Please tell me what you want me to do.” Jacob sounded like the hypnotized robot he was.

Josh, unaware of Jake’s entranced state (or, for that matter, his own), seemed to take this as an invitation for some role-playing. “I want you to make love to me. Be my love slave, totally turned-on by me, totally open to anything I want.”

“Yes, master.”

“Kiss me, slave,” Josh commanded, returning to the clinch, and this time his kiss was returned with passionate interest. Soon the two hypnotized young men, mindless with lust, had collapsed onto the couch in a writhing, fevered tangle of limbs, mauling each other with mouths and hands. Tom intervened long enough to cause them to lose their last remaining pieces of clothing, freeing their rigidly erect cocks. The pre-cum drooling from these added to the scent and lubrication of their hard, sweat-slick bodies as they slid against one another.

Josh gasped out another request/command, and Jake immediately kissed his way down Josh’s body until he reached his cock and began to suck it with concentration. His devoted attentions soon had his partner moaning uncontrollably. However, after not very much longer, loves-truck Josh began to find the one-sidedness of this not quite satisfying. He wiggled his way around until he could get at Jake’s cock as well, and, in sixty-nine position, began to lap and nibble at it. Soon, it was as deep in his mouth as his was in Jake’s, and his nose was pressed up against Jake’s furry balls. The scent of Jake’s arousal, as his balls drew up tighter with the approach of orgasm, was so compelling to Josh, that he took his mouth from the cock for a moment so that he could lick and nuzzle the ball-sac more effectively. At the same time, his questing hands had worked their way around Jake’s thighs, and his fingers had found the moist pucker of the young stud’s asshole. He worked one finger in and began to massage the opening gently, as his mouth returned to sucking Jake off. Now it was Jake’s turn to groan with delight, and the vibrations from his vocalization added another degree of intensity to the blowjob he was giving Josh. Both young men began to suck and pump harder and harder, sweat pouring off their overheated bodies as their lust grew and grew. Then, first Jake, and only a second later, Josh exploded in shattering orgasms, drenching each other’s faces in cum, as neither inexperienced cocksucker was able to keep up with the volume and force of the flow, although each tried to swallow as much as he could.

Josh, as soon as he could control his muscles again, turned around, so that he could hold Jake in his arms again. He kissed his cum off of his lover’s face, and then just held him quietly, murmuring endearments and occasionally nuzzling his neck. He didn’t appear to notice particularly, that Jake, having successfully completed his last set of “orders”, without any new ones, had reverted to puppet mode, and wasn’t actively participating in the afterglow. Finally, still cuddling Jake, Josh looked up with a lazy, satisfied, yet unmistakably hypnotized expression, and said, “Thank you, Tom! That was everything I’ve wanted, everything I hoped it would be. I don’t now how to say thanks enough! Anything I can do for you in return is yours for the asking!”

Tom grinned back at him. “Yes, it is. Deep Sleep!” and both young actors were instantly once again limp as mackerel. “Jacob,” the hypnotist commanded, “Clean yourself up, get dressed, and then lie back down on this couch and go even deeper to sleep until I touch you again. You will have no awareness whatsoever of anything going on around you in this hotel suite.”

“Yes, master.” Jake disentangled himself from Josh’s strengthless arms and mechanically set about obeying the instructions.

“Josh, stand up and come with me to the bedroom.” Having seen both of the young actors nude and in action, Tom had a decided preference for Josh as to both looks and technique, and, besides, as silly as he knew it to be, the hypnotist was still a little pissed off at Jake. He took Josh by the hand, and led the unresisting young stud to his bedroom and shut the door, leaving Jacob to his own devices.

The sight of Josh standing naked in his bedroom, perfect as a classical statue, nearly took Tom’s breath away. It also gave him an idea. “Josh,” he instructed, “When I touch your forehead, I want you to go blank. You will lose all awareness of self, and simply be, as empty of thought or purpose as a sculpture. You will not move or speak except upon my specific command. You will just stand relaxed and at ease, and allow me to do whatever I wish.” Then the hypnotist gently pressed in the center of Josh’s brow. The boy’s posture instantly settled, and all motion ceased but for the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Josh’s eyes were focused vaguely on some point in the middle distance, registering nothing, and his handsome face was empty of personality. He indeed looked like a beautiful work of art. Tom lost no time in shedding his clothing, and then systematically began to explore the actor’s beauty with his hands and tongue. The hypnotist reveled in the tastes and textures, getting more and more aroused. Josh was ripe with the heady scents of his recent sexual exertions: the twin musks of clean sweat and pheromone, and the rich, bleachy tang of drying cum. Tom wished that he could devour the boy whole. When he could restrain himself no longer, the hypnotist ordered Josh to kneel before him. The actor slowly complied. Then Tom commanded him, “Blow me.”

Josh admitted Tom’s cock to his sensuous lips with wonderfully agonizing slowness, and then began a gentle but irresistible rhythm of suction and glide, as his fingers gently but thoroughly tantalized all of Tom’s secret hot spots. It was not merely the excellence of the blowjob, however, incredible though it was, that finally brought the hypnotist to his long withheld orgasm. What got Tom’s nut, was that, even while sucking him off like a pro, Josh was still as serenely innocent of expression or awareness as if it were someone else’s mouth suavely engulfing Tom’s pulsing erection, someone else’s fingers fondling his balls, perineum, and asshole. It was the total capitulation of the young actor’s personality to the Tom’s control that really sent him over the edge. And when he blasted his load into Josh’s mouth, the hypnotist almost had another orgasm right on top of the first, because, even as the hot cum hit the back of Josh’s throat, even as the overflow trickled from the corner of his mouth and down his chin, the young actor continued to stare straight ahead, blank and unfazed. His arms fell to his sides and he remained kneeling, as innocently lovely as a porcelain figure.

When he could pull himself together sufficiently, Tom grabbed his digital camera to immortalize the vision that was so captivating him. Then he pulled his clothes back on, and ordered Josh to clean himself up and then return to the living room to get dressed as well. Jake was still on the couch fast asleep as instructed. Tom began the complicated process of debriefing. First, of course, he removed from both actors all memory of any sexual elements in their relationships with him and with each other. Their friendship, however, he allowed to remain as it was, since the rest of the cast and crew (and the reporters from E! who were doing the promotional documentary) had seen it developing. Then Tom carefully installed false memories of this latest hypnosis session. Josh and Jake would now “remember” what it felt like to go into trance, just as they had requested; and they would “remember”, quite vividly, undergoing a number of amusing and intriguing hypnotic tests that had never taken place. Because of the nasty shock he had received from Jake’s less-than-perfect trance susceptibility, the hypnotist was especially careful, patient, and thorough in all of this, but by the end, he was completely satisfied that all his tracks were covered. Tom was rather sad that he couldn’t see a way to keep Josh, at least, as a permanent member of his on-call stable of hypno-boys, but a television star was simply too high-profile to mess with in that way. Any ongoing arrangement would inevitably lead to the tabloid press and exposure. When Tom had hypnotized those two young baseball stars*, it had been before they had achieved fame; and afterward, he had regretfully been forced to give them up (although, as far as he knew, they were still lovers, just as he had programmed them to be). He sighed, and prepared for Josh and Jake

*see Batter Up!

to hear their final instructions. “When I snap my fingers you will wake up. You will feel fine, relaxed and refreshed, and everything will be as I have commanded in your memory, in your thoughts, and in your life.” Snap!

Josh and Jake blinked groggily, and then sat up straighter on the couch, looking at Tom with bemused expressions. Finally, Josh said, “Well, so that’s what it’s like. Thanks for satisfying our curiosity, Tom. You were great. But the experience was totally weird. I don’t know that I’m eager to repeat it any time soon.”

“Oh, come on,” Jake teased him. “It was cool! I can’t believe I forgot the number five. And you! My God, I thought I’d bust a gut when he made you think your nose was rubber and he was going to stretch it out of shape!” They were still bantering amiably as they left the hotel suite. Neither of them remembered that, just before leaving Tom they had each kissed him goodbye – deep tongue kisses!

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