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I swear to God, I never meant things to turn out this way. Hell, if you’d asked me a week ago, I would have insisted that I was straight as an arrow, and that I was a nice guy! But there was just something about Jeff and the whole hypno thing… Let me start at the beginning.
Jeff and I have been friends since high school, and when we both went away to State, we quickly got tired of the dorm routine and moved into a shared apartment. Since then, things had been going on pretty routinely: classes on schedule, part time jobs, ladies in and out of my life. Until now. It started when we both decided to major in psychology. The courses were really cool, but after choosing the major, they became progressively more difficult. Jeff and I got in the habit of doing a lot of our studying together, just to be sure we were both understanding things properly. Then we hit the section on hypnotism.
Hypnosis wasn’t a new concept to either of us. We’d seen shows (they regularly brought one guy or another out to entertain during the new student orientation weekends), and we’d read about it in the freshman survey course too. But now that we were taking abnormal psych 301, we actually had to learn how to hypnotize somebody ourselves. The obvious choice, as Jeff was quick to point out, was, of course, to practice on each other. We did evens/odds, and Jeff got to try it on me first.
He read through the induction that was written in the textbook, just to be sure he had the concept well organized in his mind, and then began. Jeff asked me to sit on the couch, feet flat on the floor, hands in my lap, and then to look into his eyes. I nearly cracked up at that, it was so b-movie theatrical, but after my roomie snorted disgustedly and told me to get a grip, I managed to calm down and make eye contact. He started to talk about breathing deeply and evenly, and about relaxing all my muscles. I guess I’m a really good subject, because that’s the last thing I remember until Jeff snapped his fingers and I was suddenly back to normal. I would have guessed the whole thing only took a couple of minutes, but when I looked at my watch, I was missing nearly two hours! I tell you, it’s a really weird feeling to discover you’ve lost memory. Jeff just laughed and said, “Yeah, Pete, you’re the poster child for unconsciousness. You’re just lucky I stuck to the routine in the book, and didn’t get experimental on your ass. You were so far under that I could have gotten you to do anything!”
I gave him a dark and dusty look, saying, with as much dignity as I could manage, “Just remember, dude, you’re next.”
Jeff grinned like a possum and assumed the position on the couch. “Go for it, Mr. Mesmer, sir.” Man, was he asking for it!
I took a quick skim through the book, just as he had, to make sure I was clear on it. Then I began. “Jeff, close your eyes, please.” (I wasn’t about to start the staring contest again. It had been hard enough when I was the passive one. If I started to giggle while I was trying to get him into trance, the whole mood would be shot to hell.) I made Jeff concentrate on his breathing, gradually slowing and deepening it. Then I began progressive relaxation. When I reached the point where I was telling him to relax his neck muscles, his head began to droop in a very promising fashion. It looked like my cocky roommate was destined to experience deep trance just as I had. I finished the routine, and went on to several deepening exercises right out of the book. Jeff responded profoundly and perfectly to each one, and I had no doubts that he was well and truly under. I started to do some of the tests described in our text: Jeff’s hand levitated for me, he couldn’t bend his arm when I told him it was made of steel, he forgot the number four, and then forgot his name. Finally, I made his whole body go rigid and leaned him up against a wall like a plank, and that’s when it started to get freaky.
As I hauled Jeff back up to vertical (I had to put my arms around him for leverage), I realized that my dick was as hard as a fuckin’ tent spike. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Jeff isn’t a good-looking guy. He has blond hair (a little short and spiky), really cool retro sideburns, a handsome face, and he keeps himself very buff. Girls swoon for him. But, like I said, I’d never thought of any guy in a sexual way before. I don’t know whether it was the wide-open helplessness of his appearance, or the way his blank, sleeping features looked so young and innocent. Maybe it was knowing that I had him in my power and could do anything with him, and he couldn’t stop me. But whatever the reason, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
I wrestled with my conscience while Jeff, once again seated on the sofa, blissfully unaware, was going deeper (as per my last instruction) with every breath he took. Normally, I like to think I’m as morally grounded as the next guy, but it was like my sex-drive had gone hyper. I just couldn’t resist. I had to have him. It was almost compulsive.
“Jeff,” I had to pause to swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “You’re deep in trance now, and you will do whatever I tell you, without resisting or even thinking about it. Your response to all my suggestions will be automatic and instant. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Peter…” God, he sounded so sexy, like a fuckin’ zombie robot! My tortured dick squirted a few drops of pre-cum into my suddenly not roomy enough shorts.
“ Stand up and take off all your clothes.” Without opening his eyes (well, I hadn’t told him to) or changing his expression, Jeff slowly rose to his feet and began to undress. In the stage shows the hypnotists always seem to use suggestions of being a stripper to get subjects to lose a few layers of gear, but this was so much hotter. Instead of trying to be sexy, Jeff was a helpless, unthinking zombie, mechanically shedding one garment after another, obviously, not because he believed he had a good reason to, but rather because he had no choice but to follow orders. It was incredibly erotic. I tore my clothes off too, before my hard-on ruptured from the constriction.
Jeff naked is an awesome sight. Of course, I’d seen him bare before this; you can’t live with a guy for two years and not have seen some skin at one time or another, if only by accident. But I’d never really looked before. I was sure as hell looking now! He stood, eyes closed, swaying ever so slightly, his strong arms hanging relaxed at his sides now that he’d completed his task. I drank in the beautiful, tapered torso, nearly hairless, a little pale (it hadn’t been warm enough to go without long-sleeves in over four months), but with a smooth richness of skin tone that begged to be touched. His sculpted chest and six-pack abs moved gently with his slow even breaths. Jeff’s feet were planted a little apart, his legs, muscular pillars in perfect proportion rising up to a compact, perky little butt, flawless and as hard as marble. His equipment, nestled plump yet blamelessly un-erect, in his soft brown-blond bush was neither excessively large nor small, but just the way I wanted it.
I drew a deep breath to steady myself and then said, “Jeff, at the count of three, you will become a mindless, hypnotized sex-toy. Your cock will get hard and stay that way until I tell you to cum, you will be completely and totally turned on, and you will have one thought and one thought only: to give me pleasure in any way I require.” I waited a second, but there was no sign of resistance. “One… two… three.”
For a moment I couldn’t see any change. But then a slight flush appeared in Jeff’s cheeks. I realized that he was breathing a little faster than before, and almost at the same instant his dick twitched and began to swell. Soon he was sporting a hard-on just as rigid as mine, although his expression was still as peaceful as though he were unconscious. Feeling like the rapist I was, but unable to stop myself, I grabbed him and began to kiss him. There was no romantic gentleness in the act. I was assaulting him, bruising his soft lips, my tongue an unapologetic invader in his unresisting mouth. Coming up for air, I switched from Jeff’s mouth to his chest and began to chew on one of his succulent little nipples. If I’d ever used tit-play this rough on a girl, she’d have screamed bloody murder, maybe even had me up on charges. My roomie’s nubs were bright pink and swollen by the time I released them. He’d made a couple of soft moaning noises, but hadn’t flinched or tried to move away, so I chose to interpret it as passion. It was as though a demon had taken possession of me. It didn’t matter that this was my friend, that he was being violated, even that I might be hurting him; all that mattered was my power over him, and my satisfaction.
I grabbed Jeff’s firm shoulders, and pushed down brusquely, commanding, “Kneel down and suck my cock, boy.” The strength seemed to go out of Jeff. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor, where he knelt, eyes still tightly shut, lips gently parted in readiness for me, as blank and beautiful as a statue of a knight on vigil. I rammed my cock into his waiting mouth, driving it all the way to the back of his throat without giving him a moment to get used to it. If I’d been able to control myself, I would have been afraid of gagging him, but again, I seemed incapable of subtlety or gentleness. A couple of tears leaked past Jeff’s fluttering eyelashes as his eyes watered, but he managed to take me without choking, and I began to pump into his deep throat with all my might. The violence only increased my passion. It was as if the very roughness of the sex was what I particularly wanted. When his teeth grazed my cock, the stab of pain was actually indistinguishable from pleasure and I just fucked all the harder.
Just before it would have been too late, I pulled out of Jeff’s mouth. It was time to take his ass virginity. “I’m gonna fuck you, Jeff. Lie down on the couch and lift up your legs. You’re gonna finger yourself until you’re open enough to take me.” My hypnotized roomie obeyed to the letter. As he frigged his own asshole, there was a small, curious smile on his otherwise expressionless face. Maybe Jeff wasn’t totally averse to what was going on after all. My impatience quickly got the better of me, and I pushed his hand out of the way so that I could moisten him up. I spat in his asshole and gave it a couple of quick licks, expecting to be a little grossed out. Damn! It tasted really good! I began to eat him out in earnest, while he wriggled with tranced-out pleasure.
Soon, however, my cock took over control of me again. I jerked Jeff’s feet up to my shoulders and stuffed my erection into his butt. There was a little resistance (to which, predictably, I seemed unable to pay any heed), but I forged on and was soon slamming his hole, my balls slapping against his taut butt cheeks as I thrust. My roomie was moaning pretty steadily now, but he hadn’t lost his hypnotically induced hard-on. As I neared orgasm, I managed to gasp, “Cum now, Jeff. You’ve gotta cum now!” He exploded under me, drenching us both, just as I shot my wad into his abused ass. I’d never felt anything like it. On a scale of one to ten, this one was at least a twenty! My eyes unfocused, my ears rang, and I lost all coordination. I ended up on my knees in front of him, panting as though I were having a heart attack.
Finally the room stopped spinning and I was able to take stock of the situation. Jeff was still on the couch, as limply, helplessly hypnotized as ever, his cum all over his chest and stomach, and some of mine dribbling from his stretched out asshole. Now that I was calming down, the enormity of what had just happened struck like a bullet. My God, what the fuck did I just do!!! I was horrified with myself. I began to shake. “Oh God, Jeff! Jesus, I’m so sorry! I’m… oh God, oh God, Oh God!!!” I started to cry from fear and remorse. But my entranced roomie showed no reaction, and that strange little half-smile was still evident on his slack face. I managed to pull myself together enough to clean him off and get us both back into our clothes. Then I systematically erased his memory. I was terrified of what repressing this weird experience might do to him, but I didn’t dare risk his remembering. Hell, he’d either kill me or jail me!
Just before I woke Jeff up, I added one thing. “Jeff, any time you hear me say ‘hypno-sex time’ you will instantly go back into trance, and each time you will go deeper.” Disgusted though I was, I couldn’t help it; I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist doing this again.
Pete’s back in deep trance. Just as I ordered, he was out like a light as soon as he woke me up. What you’ve been reading was his account (written out in accordance with my post-hypnotic instructions) of what went on after he hypnotized me. I can see I need to adjust some of the fine-tuning, but basically things are going just the way I hoped. After I finished giving him his deep-trance crash course in domination, Pete was the hypno-master of my kinkiest dreams. All I still need to do is get him to abandon this guilt trip about doing to me what I want him to do (and make him forget to erase my memory – I hadn’t counted on being such a deep subject myself!), and this is gonna be the hottest year ever!
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