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Blind Date
By
Hyptrance
When his frat brother Matt Keystone first suggested setting him up on a blind date, Paul Collins was nonplussed. Oh, they were good enough friends in a casual way that it wasn’t unimaginable for Matt to do him a favor. And even though Matt was straight, he was a tolerant guy, and so it also wasn’t inconceivable that he might know of someone for Paul. But the idea of him going out of his way to set such a thing up unasked was definitely a first. Too, there was something kind of odd and almost obsessive about Matt’s sales pitch. It was like it really mattered to him whether Paul agreed.
“C’mon, Paul,” Matt wheedled, “What have you got to lose? Cheri’s cousin is a nice guy – I’ve hung out with him a few times since I started going out with her. I know you’d think he’s good-looking, and he is gay!”
“Jeez, Matt! Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean we have anything else in common! How old is he? What does he do?” Paul paused, but then couldn’t resist adding, “And how good-looking?”
Matt chuckled. “Good-looking enough that if he were interested in girls I’d consider him serious competition! He’s our age, or at most a couple of years older, and he looks kinda like that dude on Jack and Bobby – dark hair, green eyes, nice smile. I’m not sure what he does. Some kind of stage gig – acting, or dance, or something.”
Well if Matt would be threatened by his looks, this guy must be something else! Handsome, blond, and sexy, Matt himself was a hunk-and-a-half, in Paul’s opinion. Sometimes it was all he could do to remember that they were friends and not just jump on him. This was beginning to sound interesting. “Okay, say I let you set me up. What’s in it for you?”
Matt’s blue eyes went wide with (pretty obviously fake) injured innocence. “Dude, you wound me! Can’t a guy just do a favor for a bro?” Then he added much more matter-of-factly, “Cheri’s been bugging me to play matchmaker between you and Devin for weeks. If I can get the two of you to go out on a date, she owes me, if you get my drift.” He winked lasciviously.
Paul began to laugh. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it for the sake of your pathetic sex life. But if he turns out to be valium on two legs, you’re gonna owe me!”
Paul had prepared for the blind date with just as much care as if he were meeting someone he already knew he liked. His short, dark hair was neat (if a little spiky), and he was dressed in a semi-loud print shirt (not quite circuit-party slut-fashion, but with a definite hey-look-at-me element to it) and jeans tight enough to advertise the trimness of his hard body. He looked good, and he knew it. He was the first to arrive at the restaurant where they’d agreed to meet, so he went to the bar and ordered a beer while he waited. He was chatting with the bartender when suddenly the man stopped in the middle of his sentence to stare at the door, his jaw dropping slightly. Paul turned on his stool to look, and let out a soft gasp, thinking, “Please, God, let that be Devin!” as he took in what had to be one of the handsomest guys he’d ever seen. “And, yes,” he thought, “He does look like Matt Long!”
This Adonis looked around the restaurant until his eyes found Paul. Immediately his face lit up in a captivating grin, and he made a bee-line for the stunned frat boy. “Hello,” he said as soon as he was close enough, “I’m Devin MacBride, and I’ll be a happy man if you’re Paul Collins.” He offered his hand.
“Uh… yeah… I’m Paulins… uh… Paul Collins,” the flustered boy stammered as he returned the handshake. “I’m happy to meet you.” Paul was sure he must be blushing fire-engine red. He could feel his cock stirring in his jeans, and he sounded like an absolute dork!
“The pleasure is completely mutual.” Devin was still holding Paul’s hand, giving it the lightest, almost unnoticeable little pulsing squeezes. When he finally released it, it remained floating stretched out in front of Paul for a moment before it occurred to him that he could drop it back to his side, which he then did, feeling even more embarrassment, as well as a curiously intense sensation of intimacy. At Devin’s suggestion they left the bar and were seated at their table (a nicely secluded booth at the back of the restaurant). After their meals were served, they set about the blind-date process of getting to know each other.
Paul found it was very easy to talk to Devin, who seemed to be particularly adept at keeping the conversation flowing. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt this comfortable with someone he’d just met. Heck, even their body language seemed to synch up. They were almost breathing in unison. Paul’s only real problem was that he kept getting lost in those amazing green eyes and losing the thread. So as not to seem too socially inept, he pulled himself together and asked, “So, Devin, what do you do? I asked Matt, but he wasn’t able to remember.”
A peculiar, self-satisfied expression fleeted across Devin’s face, gone again so quickly that Paul wasn’t sure it had ever been there. “No, I don’t suppose he was.” This seemed such a curious remark that Paul puzzled over it for a moment before it occurred to him that Devin hadn’t really answered the question. Before he could make up his mind whether or not to ask it again, Devin continued, “I do stage shows – stage hypnotism shows.”
That drove any other thoughts out of Paul’s head! “You’re shi-, uh, you’re kidding! A hypnotist!? That’s amazing! What’s that like?”
Devin smiled and leaned back comfortably, “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a lot of fun.” His voice lowered to an intimate purr. “There’s something really cool about watching a nice-looking boy, Paul, go deeply into trance just from listening to my voice… looking at my eyes… It’s a turn-on, Paul.”
Paul relaxed back into the soft leather of the booth seat imagining what it must be like. He could feel his dick begin to stir again, and his eyes were once more drawn, seemingly irresistibly to Devin’s. “How does it work?” he asked, his voice sounding oddly distant to him.
Devin smiled warmly. “It’s very easy and relaxing. First I tell them to, Paul, concentrate on my eyes… on my eyes only… Then I tell them to, Paul, notice how deep and even your breathing has become… deep… even… automatic… and it becomes so-o relaxing… that they soon, Paul, feel all the muscles begin to relax… feel it happening… and don’t resist… can’t resist… listening and relaxing… the feet and legs growing heavy and limp… so peaceful… so comfortable, Paul… listening… relaxing… breathing deeply… the arms and hands so-o-o heavy… the body limp and heavy, Paul… so very heavy… so very relaxed… and it feels so good… so very good… And then the eyes begin to grow too heavy to hold open… so heavy and sleepy… so heavy and sleepy… and the mind grows dull and empty… no thoughts but to listen to my voice… my words… no thoughts… heavy… sleepy… relaxed… no thoughts… and then they, Paul, close your eyes and go deep into trance!” At the sound of the sudden command, Paul’s helplessly fluttering eyelids slid shut and his body went totally limp. He was completely under Devin’s spell.
Looking at the entranced frat boy, the young hypnotist gave a soft growl of appreciation. He’d known it would work. When Devin had put his cousin’s unsuspecting boyfriend into trance, he’d asked him a lot of questions about his other friends. The answers had all pointed to Paul as both desirable and a sure-fire hypnotic subject, so he’d given Matt a post-hypnotic compulsion to set up a date between them. Upon meeting Paul, all of his carefully concealed tests had borne out his expectations, leading to the sneaky disguised induction, and now the guy was his to play with. This was going to be hot!
“Paul, you hear nothing but my voice… nothing else matters to you… and whatever I tell you is important to you… the most important thing in your life… the most real thing in your life at the time… You believe me without question… whatever I say becomes instantly true for you… true with an unshakable conviction… that’s so, isn’t it?” Devin paused as his victim struggled to overcome his totally slack muscles and then nodded obediently. “And you want to obey any suggestions I give you,” the young hypnotist continued. “Nothing gives you more pleasure than obeying me… nothing distresses you more than resisting… you can’t resist, can you?”
“I… can’t resist,” Paul softly agreed.
Devin then set about deepening Paul’s trance in earnest. He knew that he had to work fairly fast, as a waiter could stop by almost any time. “Paul, open your eyes but don’t wake up.” The hypnotized boy complied. “You are going to count slowly backwards from 500 silently to yourself. Each number you count will relax you twice as much as the previous number, will send you twice as deeply into sleep, will put you twice as firmly under my control. When you have finished the count you’ll say ‘I’m ready, master’ and wait for more instructions. Do you understand?” Paul nodded like a robot. “Excellent! Begin to count now.” As Paul sank deeper and deeper, Devin signaled to a passing waiter for the check. If anyone were looking critically at Paul, it would have been obvious that, eyes open or not, he was definitely somewhere else mentally. The waiter, however, was much to busy to spare any attention for anyone other than the guy reaching for the check. The hypnotist slipped him his credit card, and a very few moments later he was leading his spellbound date out of the restaurant. Paul followed him to his car in mindless contentment, and, at a word, obediently got into the passenger side, still counting to himself.
As Devin drove he continued to talk Paul deeper and deeper. At the same time Paul was keeping up his automatic silent count until he finished and then said, in a soft, unemotional voice, “I’m ready, master.”
The hypnotist spared a glance from his driving. His subject was sitting motionless, staring straight ahead, his eyes scarcely blinking, his face empty of all expression, and his limp hands lying relaxed in his lap, mere inches from his crotch. Perfect! “Paul,” he said, “You’re in deepest hypnosis, now. You won’t, you can’t awaken from this state unless I tell you to. Say ‘I’m hypnotized’, and feel the truth of it with every fiber of your being.”
“I’m hypnotized.” It could have been the voice of a robot.
“Again.”
“I’m hypnotized.”
“Again.”
“I’m hypnotized.”
By the time they reached Devin’s destination, the non-descript apartment building where Matt Keystone lived, Paul was repeating his new mantra with the regularity of a tape loop, and it had so completely filled his mind that there was no place for any other thought. The hypnotist parked the car and then instructed his slave to keep repeating the phrase, but silently now, and to follow him. Paul obeyed, and together they went into the building. Devin didn’t bother to ring the buzzer, as he knew that Matt would be there (having post-hypnotically allowed him no choice in the matter), and he didn’t want to give him a warning. It was a busy apartment complex; the hypnotist pretended to be searching his pockets for a key, and it was scarcely a moment before someone exiting gave them the opportunity to enter. He led Paul up the stairs to the door of Matt’s apartment and knocked.
“Just a minute,” Matt’s voice came from within. Then the door opened. “Devin, Paul, what are you guys doing here?”
“You,” Devin answered tersely. “Hypno-time for you, Matt.” Matt’s beautiful blue eyes rolled up in their sockets, his eyelids slammed shut, and his knees began to buckle, until the hypnotist quickly added, “Remain standing. Your legs support you easily.” The handsome boy then stood, rigid as a victim of the gorgon, fully back in the deep hypnotic trance he’d never truly been permitted to leave for the past three weeks. “Matt, go over and sit in that chair, please.” A will-less zombie, Matt shuffled over to the indicated seat. “And you, Paul, sit in this other one.” The second boy also complied, and now both were seated, facing the hypnotist, their enslaved minds filled with nothing but him.
“Guys, we’re going to have some fun. First, though, you must agree with me that you are deeply hypnotized, and that hypnosis means unthinking obedience to the hypnotist. Say it: ‘hypnosis means unthinking obedience’.”
Like a Greek chorus the two young male voices droned, “Hypnosis means unthinking obedience.”
“And you are hypnotized. Say it: ‘I’m hypnotized’.”
Matt repeated the phrase like a well-trained parrot. Paul, who had already been repeating it over and over in his mind, simply rejoined his own litany in progress. “…Tized… I’m hypnotized… I’m hypno…,’ at which point Devin cut him off again.
“So, by all logic, you must obey me without thinking. Say it: ‘I obey Devin without thinking’.”
“I obey Devin without thinking.” Paul and Matt were once again reciting in unison, there voices growing softer and duller by the second.
“Again.”
“I obey Devin without thinking.”
“Again.”
“I obey Devin without thinking.”
“Very good. Paul, stand up and take off your clothes. Matt, open your eyes without waking and watch him strip. You’re both becoming very turned on… very aroused… very horny.” Devin began to shed his own clothes.
Paul rose from his seat in one fluid motion. His eyes remained closed, since he hadn’t been told to open them, and his head sagged forward to rest chin-on-chest. He began to unbutton the colorful shirt. Matt’s eyelids had cracked open on command, and now he stared with glazed attention at his friend stripping. Both young men were beginning to show bulges at their crotches. As Paul finished with the shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor, Matt began to rub himself through his jeans. Paul proceeded to undo his own denims and slide them off showing his now-raging hard-on outlined in the white 2(x)ist briefs. By this time Devin was nude and jacking himself. Paul hitched his thumbs under the waistband of the underpants, and pulled them down, freeing his poker-hard dick. He stepped out of the briefs and then stood like a mannequin waiting for his next instructions. The hypnotist gave a low growl of approval. Paul’s body was slim and muscular, and very nearly hairless except for the bush around his rigid (and very impressive) cock. He wouldn’t have been out of place in any skin mag.
“Paul, sit back down and go deeper into hypnosis. Your cock will stay hard as long as I want it to, but you won’t cum unless I command it.” Leaving his clothes where they lay, Paul sat back down, instantly limp except for the tent-spike between his legs. “Your turn, Matt,” the hypnotist continued. “Stand up and strip… and Paul, open your eyes and watch him.” Instantly the blond straight boy was on his feet, helplessly shucking his gear for the pleasure of his gay friend and his master. In a few moments he too was back in his seat, his golden body buck-naked, with a hypnotically stiffened prick and an inability to cum without permission, his mind diving unresisting into ever deeper trance.
“Very good, boys. You both obey very well, and that gives you great sexual pleasure. Obeying your hypnotist is the single sexiest thing in your world. Matt, I want you now to remember what I told you to forget… to remember what happened the first time we met… and I want you to tell your friend Paul about it.”
In a vague and emotionless voice Matt began to talk. “Cheri introduced us. I reached out to shake your hand, and you did something tricky so that all of a sudden I was looking at my own palm. You were talking about looking at it, and I couldn’t seem to look away, or stop listening to you. It all seemed so important that I just forgot everything except what you were saying. I don’t remember what happened to Cheri. You told me I was falling asleep, and so I was… but I always heard your voice. You said I had to do whatever you told me, and I did. When you asked me to, I got down on my knees and sucked your cock, and when you came you told me to cum, so I did that too. You told me that any time you said ‘hypno-time for you, Matt’ I’d go to sleep again just like I was then, only each time deeper. You asked me a lot of questions about my friends, but only the good-looking male ones. You seemed interested in Paul, and told me I had to fix him up with you, and suddenly I knew it was really important to get Paul to meet you. Then you told me I’d forget everything we’d done, including having ever been hypnotized. When you woke me back up I didn’t remember a thing about it until now.”
“And have you ever been hypnotized, Matt?” Devin smirked.
True to his previous orders, the boy replied, “No, I’ve never been hypnotized.”
“That’s right. And you are once again forgetting everything about what happened that first time, just as you will forget what we do this time. You are forgetting… forgetting… forgetting… and now it’s gone, isn’t it?”
The handsome blond looked at Devin blankly. “Wha…?” He seemed unable to process the question.
“Never mind, Matt. Just go deeper. You’re nothing but a hypnotized sex-toy, and I want you to suck Paul off while I fuck your ass. Will you do that for me, Matt?”
“Yes, Devin.” Matt was so far under hypnotic control that there wasn’t even a token resistance. The straight boy fell to his knees in front of Paul’s chair and engulfed his frat brother’s hard-on without another word, at the same time raising his own butt up for Devin’s easy access. The room was filled with wet, sticky sounds of sex, and moans and grunts of pleasure.
After the hypnotist reached his orgasm, he ordered the other two to cum. Matt shot his load onto the floor and his chin grew wet and shiny with the overflow as Paul flooded his mouth with jizz. At Devin’s further command the two frat brothers frenched each other until Paul’s face was as sloppy as Matt’s. Then they both went down on all fours and licked the floor like dogs until all of the spilled cum was gone.
When everyone was once again dressed, Devin erased their memories. “Paul, Matt, you remember nothing we have done here; you remember nothing about having been hypnotized… nothing at all. But you will still remain completely susceptible to my influence. Any time I say to you ‘hypno-time for you’ followed by your name, you will instantly be back in the deepest trance, always deeper than before. You understand and agree.” His spellbound victims nodded solemnly. “You will not remember anything about your trance, but instead, this is what you will remember…”
When Paul got home from his date with Devin, he felt incredibly energized. It had to be one of the best first dates he’d ever been on… he was sure of that. Even though it was kind of late, he decided he needed to call Matt and thank him.
“Matt, dude! Cheri’s cousin is awesome! I can’t thank you enough for setting us up. It’s the best date I’ve had in months. It’s the best first date I’ve ever had! I’m so excited I can’t sleep. I just had to call you and express my gratitude.”
“Glad to oblige, bro. I’m glad at least your night was a success. Cheri’s on the rag or something. She didn’t want to go out, and I’m bored. But I’m not sleepy either. Wanta come over for a brew and give me a blow-by-blow of your evening? Or maybe not exactly a blow-by-blow,” Matt chuckled. “If you guys had sex, I don’t need to hear about that!”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there in ten.” Paul hung up the phone and headed back out to his car.
When Matt threw open the apartment door to let him in, the sight of him struck Paul like a stomach punch. He’d had a thing for his handsome, straight frat brother for a long time, but had always managed to downplay it and get on with his life, pursuing other more attainable partners. Somehow, tonight it was different. His excitement over the hypnotist he’d just met evaporated as though it had never existed. He was filled with almost uncontrollable longing for Matt. Struggling for composure, he stuck his shaking hands in his pockets, and encountered an unfamiliar object in the right-hand one. What was that? Paul pulled out what turned out to be a sparkly cut-glass pendant on a fine silver chain. Where the heck had that come from? Without really being aware of what he was doing, he held it up to catch the light and get a better look.
“Whatcha got there, bro?” Matt asked.
“I don’t know. I just now found it in my pocket, but I can’t imagine how it got there. You ever seen anything like it?” Paul held the glittering object out for Matt’s inspection. Suddenly it all clicked! Matt was looking intently at the bauble dangling from Paul’s nervous fingers, which had already begun to twist and sway, shooting reflected light into his fascinated eyes. Without the slightest clue that he was acting under a post-hypnotic compulsion, Paul suddenly knew that he could, that he must hypnotize Matt, and that by doing so, he’d finally be able to quench his long, slow-burning torch. It didn’t occur to him to wonder why he knew how to do it.
Scarcely daring to blink himself, Paul said dry-mouthed, “It’s kind of pretty, isn’t it, Matt… the way it catches the light… the way it sends out sparkles into your eyes?”
“Yeah…” Matt looked at his friend curiously, wondering why he’d started to speak so oddly, but, as he too was operating, quite unknown to himself, under post-hypnotic instructions, his eyes were already tracking back to the hypnotic pendant.
“It’s so pretty you don’t want to look away from it… not even for a second.” Paul’s voice grew smoother and more confident as he wove the spell. “It’s so easy just to watch the play of light and color… so easy that you just instinctively relax … letting your eyes lose focus… letting all of your muscles be at ease…” And it was working. Matt wasn’t blinking now, his eyes locked on the glittering jewel. Paul, using the pendant as he might use a toy for a cat or dog, drew Matt over to the couch and then more or less compelled him into a sitting position, talking all the while about relaxation, focus, sleep, and giving up control. Only a short time later he was saying, “In a moment I’ll touch your shoulder and you’ll be able to let your tired, tired eyes close. You’ll go deep into sleep, and stop thinking completely; you’ll let me control you in all ways. You want to be under my control, don’t you, Matt?”
“Uh-huh…” Matt answered blankly, sounding as though he’d never again form another conscious thought.
“Good.” Paul squeezed Matt’s shoulder and the boy collapsed as limp as though he’d been sedated. “From now on you have no sexual interest in girls, Matt… they don’t turn you on at all. The only thing that gets you hot is me… only me. From now on you’re going to be my lover. You want me… you want me… you want only me…”
“I want you, Paul,” Matt muttered thickly from his helpless dream.
“That’s right… you want me… and you especially want me to hypnotize you often… over and over again… to keep you in trance as much as possible… as deep as possible…”
“…want yoooo t’hypn’tize me…” Thanks to all his recent practice as well as great hypnotic susceptibility, Matt was so far gone now he could scarcely articulate.
“You are giving up your will utterly to me… stop thinking… accept my thoughts as your own. This is your greatest desire. Say it, and feel it happen.”
“I’m… givin’ up… m’will……” And then Matt no longer existed - only the hypnotized, mindless slave.
As Paul undressed, he was completely unaware of Devin (who’d never left Matt’s apartment, but had rendered himself invisible to the two boys) standing in a corner watching the whole proceedings. The hypnotist was enjoying the show he’d set up very much. And of course, with Matt now a mind-controlled gay toy boy, Cheri was once more free to be used again as bait for the next unsuspecting straight victim of Devin’s lustful hypnotic plotting, as had been his reason for initiating this post-hypnotic couples dance in the first place. He left the two newly minted hypno-lovers, quietly closing the apartment door, just as Paul was ordering Matt to give him a tongue bath.