Disclaimer: This is erotic fiction. It may not be read
by anyone under the legal age of his community. It should not be read by
anyone who is offended by the concept of male/male sex or sexual hypnosis. It
makes no representation of any actual persons living or dead. If you enjoy it,
try writing one yourself; I like to read too.
by
“Now we’re finally getting somewhere!”
Billy muttered to himself as, with two last key-clicks, he finished entering
his personal password to log on. Just a moment for the Internet service to recognize
him, one brief URL, and he’d be viewing his very first porn. Tits and ass, at
last! He already had a hard-on.
Billy was
a handsome, athletic, charismatic, eighteen-year-old high school senior. With
his short, carefully styled light-brown hair, his sparkling blue eyes, his
open, boyishly cute face, and his muscular young body, he should have been a
champion lady-killer. But Billy had never had sex, had never been on a real
date, had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, much less the real thing;
for Billy was Billy Sumner, son of Parker and Belle Sumner, fire-breathing
fundamentalist preachers. He had never been allowed to do anything! They
had schooled him at home until high school, and then sent him to this all-male
Christian academy: no PG-13 movies, no uncensored books, no socializing with
girls except in the church-chaperoned group activities, and, of course, no
Internet access. “The web is the devil’s snare!” Well, Billy had had enough.
This year was going to be different. He no longer gave a damn about his
parents’ fire-and-brimstone ravings; and he had a really cool new roommate
who had his own computer and account!
Kirkland
Carpenter (Casey to his friends) was a gifted computer wizard (okay, nerd),
brainiac to the nth power (although his dark good looks, lazy bedroom eyes, and
tennis player’s frame were anything but nerdy). Best of all, he thought the
school’s born again strictures were bullshit, so he had quickly found his way
around their primitive blocks to call up any site he felt like, and all for
free. Now that Billy was rooming with him, Casey had obligingly set him up with
a password of his own. Then, it being a Saturday afternoon, he left saying, “Go
on, knock yourself out. I won’t be back until eight or so tonight, at the earliest.”
He pantomimed a quick jerking-off motion, causing Billy to blush furiously.
“You should try www. .com; hottest
chicks on the net. Just don’t be surprised if there’s a little interference in
the connection. I had to do some pretty skanky routing to get all of this to
work.”
Billy
typed in the forbidden web address. The screen went dark for a moment, and then
lit up with a picture of a sultry brunette wearing nothing but pearls and a
come-hither smile. Billy almost choked on his own breath, and his right hand
made a beeline for his denim-covered crotch. He looked for some kind of menu,
but couldn’t see one. Then the picture changed to one of a redhead fingering
her nipples. “Oh,” he realized, “It’s like slides.” He could just watch as long
as he felt like it, without having to do any more prompting. Billy settled back
in his chair to enjoy the show. Casey had been right about the interference,
though. The picture kept jumping just a little. It was as if his connection
were being crossed with another site. Little bits of text and brief images
flash on and off, too fast for him to tell what they were. But it wasn’t too
bad, and after a short while Billy found that he could more or less ignore them
and watch the truly spectacular progression of babes.
Billy
realized that he’d unzipped his jeans and was stroking his cock. Odd. He didn’t
remember doing it, and it was kind of crazy to be jerking off in front of the
computer when it’s owner, if he should happen to come home early, could catch
him at it. But he didn’t want to stop, and thought to himself, “I’ll just keep
an eye on the time.” He was about to glance at the clock to check, but just
then a blond with the biggest tits he’d ever seen appeared on the screen
accompanied by a barrage of the unidentifiable flashes, and he forgot all about
it.
Anyone
watching would have seen a subtle change creep over the teenager as he sat rapt
before the terminal masturbating. His body slumped more and more in his chair.
His eyes grew dull and vacant, staring now almost unblinking at the screen as
the subliminal blips (for of course that’s what they were) became more and more
frequent. His handsome face slackened and lost all expression. The motion of
his right hand took on a mechanical regularity as it massaged him, keeping
Billy hard, but never making him cum. And when the last picture faded out, to
be replaced by a printed instruction to type in another URL, the mesmerized boy
didn’t miss a stroke, on either cock or keyboard, as, with his left hand, he obediently
entered the new address.
The
monitor went blank, and then a pulsing point of vivid green light quickly
expanded into a hypnotically whirling spiral that filled the screen. Soothing
music came from the speakers, and then came a voice – Casey’s voice, smooth and
silky. “Billy, look at the pretty spiral. Look at it… keep looking. You want to
look as deeply into it as you can. You want to find a spot on the wheel and let
it draw you into the center… the beautiful, fascinating center. Keep looking, Billy…
so beautiful… so fascinating… so peaceful… You don’t want to look away…
you can’t look away… you just want to drift into the center of the
whirling spiral… the whirling, swirling spiral… deeper and deeper… so relaxed
and peaceful… deeper and deeper… so-o-o relaxed… and deeper… so-o-o
relaxed…”
Billy
stared into the glowing display, helplessly transfixed, his eyes growing wider
and less focused with each passing moment. His mouth had fallen open slightly,
giving his face a look of blank stupefaction. But Billy’s hand never stopped
fondling his hard young cock.
Casey’s
recorded voice continued, “…so-o-o relaxed… thinking is hard… too hard… too
much trouble… Let your thoughts all drift away… let them go… not thinking at
all… too hard… just relaxing, relaxing, relaxing… listening to my voice… no
thoughts, only my voice… only my voice… relaxed… peaceful… Casey is smart…
so relaxed… deeper and deeper… he can think for you… to let you
relax more and more… It feels so good to relax… You will let Casey think for
you, Billy… you will do what he tells you… you will always do what
Casey tells you… he’s so smart… and you can’t think… too hard to think…
Casey’s words are more important than thinking… his words let you relax and be
peaceful… his words are your thoughts… so-o-o relaxed… deeper and
deeper… You obey Casey… listen to Casey and always obey him… obey him… listen,
relax, obey… listen, relax, obey… listen, relax, obey… you have no thoughts,
Billy, you have no will… listen, relax, obey… no thoughts, no will… deeper and
deeper… listen, relax, obey… deeper and deeper…” On and on the relentless,
seductive voice droned, driving Billy farther and farther into deep trance,
eradicating his personality and his willpower, leaving him a handsome, mindless
shell, slumped before the computer console, staring and stroking.
This was
the scene to which Casey returned a half an hour later. He had allowed some
extra time, just in case Billy hadn’t gone straight to the enslaving website as
soon as he was alone (although Casey had been pretty certain that Billy
wouldn’t waste a moment before doing so). Billy didn’t register in the
slightest that his roommate was back. He continued to stare obliviously at the
screen, continued to masturbate mechanically, as the induction looped over and
over. Casey placed his hand on the back of Billy’s neck and commanded, “Billy,
close your eyes and sleep deeply. You are in Casey’s power.” The boy
immediately went completely limp, his head falling forward, his eyes tightly
shut, fast asleep. Casey turned off the computer and surveyed his latest
conquest with satisfaction. The naïve young stud, helplessly slumped in the
chair before him with his hard cock still cradled in his now strengthless hand,
was exceptionally cute and sexy.
Casey had
hypno-enslaved at least one of his classmates every year that he had been at
the academy. (He was damned if he would go without sex for four whole friggin’
years!) He would approach any boy for whom he had a yen, and offer to help him
establish Internet service. Then he would key a personalized sabotage program
to that boy’s password. In the few instances that his quarry turned out to be
computer experienced (and this had been quite uncommon among these
fundamentalist Christian boys), he would give them a game CD to check out. It
had never failed. Most of his previous victims had been older than he, and now,
in his senior year were graduated and gone from the school, although there were
a couple of his fellow seniors, acquired for his stable in previous years, who
(although they themselves were totally unaware of it) could still be accessed
by a simple command code. Billy, however, was the first roommate to be
hot enough to interest him. This would be absolutely terrific! No more need to
sneak around hunting for a place to fuck. Any afternoon, every night, they were
expected to be alone together!
“Stand up,
Billy, and open your eyes, but don’t wake up,” commanded the young hypnotist.
Billy rose to his feet and stood, staring expressionlessly, like a handsome
mannequin. “Whom do you obey, Billy?”
“I obey
Casey,” came the impassive response.
“That’s
right. You must do anything Casey tells you to, no matter what. You have to
think whatever he tells you to think, feel whatever he tells you to feel, be whatever
he tells you to be. Do you understand?”
“I
understand.”
(Casey was
more than a little tired of this third person routine, but the absentee nature
of the hypnotic computer program made it unavoidable for the first encounter.)
“Casey is the handsomest, sexiest boy in the world. He is so beautiful, so desirable,
that he turns you on more than anyone else you have ever seen or thought
about, male or female. Next to your roommate Casey, no one is
remotely sexually interesting to you. Are they?”
“No… only Casey.” For all the emotion Billy
gave this statement, he might have been talking about laundry or algebra, but
it was nonetheless clear that his totally enslaved mind was accepting every bit
of its new programming.
Casey
wriggled out of his sweatshirt, and then pulled Billy’s soft red sweater and
t-shirt off over the boy’s unresisting head, baring Billy’s smooth,
well-muscled chest. “Having Casey undress you really gets you hot,
Billy. It makes you want him very much. Play with his chest and kiss him!”
Robotically, Billy took Casey in his arms and began to kiss and caress
him. For a boy with no experience, he was doing a pretty good job. Casey
guessed that he must have thought about it a lot. Billy’s soft,
virginal lips played over his roommate’s mouth; his tongue teased for
admittance, and then plunged in to duel with Casey’s tongue as the kiss
deepened. Both young men were breathing heavily now. Casey’s hands roamed all
over Billy’s flawless torso. The young hypnotist thought that Billy had the
softest skin he’d ever touched. He continued to stroke his roommate’s satiny
back and, after kissing and nibbling at his ear whispered, “You’re feeling very
horny, Billy, totally turned on. Finish undressing. You want to show Casey your
body.”
Still
moving as deliberately as a sleepwalker, Billy peeled down his jeans and
briefs. As he bent over to pull them from his feet, the ass he presented to
Casey almost put the hypnotist into a trance of his own. The pale, smooth,
perfectly formed butt cheeks were so mesmerizing that it was all Casey could do
to restrain himself from attacking them instantly. He had already finished
undressing, and his rigid cock surged out of his control, nearly orgasmic.
Casey closed his eyes and thought about computers for a moment, trying to
regain composure.
Billy
stood passively awaiting the next command. His cock was still rock hard, but he
showed no other sign of his recent amorous exertions in either his relaxed
stance, or his blank, expressionless face. Casey again felt a nearly
uncontrollable burst of lust. When he had first hit upon his hypnotism scheme
as a freshman, it had just been the means to an end. The uptight Christian boys
would never have fooled around of their own free will. Even those who
might actually be gay, were much too repressed to admit it, even to
themselves. So Casey used hypnotic conditioning to remove that free will, and
he quickly discovered that he enjoyed the process almost as much as the
subsequent sex. Casey just loved taking a naïve, innocent, horny little
stud and turning him into a helpless, mindless piece of meat for his pleasure.
He supposed that he was evil. Certainly the fundamentalists would think so. But
all of his conquests were more relaxed and at ease, and better focused on their
studies, for having a regular sexual outlet, even if only their unconscious
minds knew about it, so they didn’t lose out entirely from the situation.
Billy’s
subjugation had gotten Casey so hot that he knew that, if he were to try to
fuck that perfect ass right now, he wouldn’t even make it all the way in before
he blew his load. He decided to save that experience for the second round.
“Billy,
kneel down and suck Casey’s cock.”
Billy
found himself dropping to his knees almost without thinking about it. His ripe
lips parted, and he engulfed Casey’s dick with a moist slurp. Somewhere deep in
his straitjacketed mind, he realized that this was terribly unlike him. At the
very least, he would have expected it to trigger his sensitive gag reflex. But
somehow he just kept sucking and swallowing, drawing Casey deeper into his
throat, and the resilient hardness with its slightly bitter saltiness felt
satisfying and right. His own dick got harder and harder, untouched by his
helpless hands hanging limp at his sides.
Casey
didn’t last very long under Billy’s ministrations. The innocent beauty of the
boy’s vacantly entranced face was particularly captivating to Casey as his cock
fucked it, and the efficient mouth did the rest. He came copiously, gasping a command
to Billy not to swallow, and, as the cum dripped down Billy’s chin and onto his
chest, ordered him, “Anoint yourself with your master Casey’s cum. Rub it onto
your lips, your cheeks, onto your chest, onto your cock and balls.” Soon the
boy had smeared himself with the damp, sticky, musky-smelling liquid, exactly
as instructed. Casey pulled Billy down onto the bed so that he was more or less
holding him on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. His spent cock was
nestled in the cleft of that perfect ass, and, recent as his orgasm had been,
Casey still felt his dick twitch in response. He was certain that he would be
ready again soon. In the meantime he cuddled his cum-coated, hypnotized slave
in his arms and whispered, “Masturbate, Billy. Show Casey how you jerk off.”
Billy’s
right hand floated slowly back to his still-rigid cock and began to stroke it,
lazily at first, and then with more and more purpose, although his face
remained sleepily blank. His ass began to clench and unclench as he wriggled in
Casey’s lap, quickly re-awakening the young hypnotist’s erection. Billy’s body
began to give off more and more heat, increasing the strength of the smell from
the drying cum. Then his muscles went rigid, and he shot all over his hand, his
thighs, and his belly. Casey again had him rub the semen into his flesh.
The
smooth, warm body in his arms, the erotic musky odor, and Billy’s perfectly
obedient helplessness had Casey once again completely aroused. He repositioned
Billy and began to tease and press the boy’s asshole with the head of his cock.
“You will let Casey fuck you, Billy,” he commanded. “Your ass will relax to let
his big, hard cock enter you, and it will be the best feeling you have ever
had; better than beating off, even better than cumming. You will love
having his big dick in your butt!” Without any further resistance, the soft,
pink rosebud yielded to admit him to the hot, moist sheath.
Casey
panted, “Christ, this is fuckin’ great! Tell Casey how much you love it,
Billy. Talk like the little hypnotized slut-boy you are!”
Billy
immediately began to babble in a soft, awed, bewildered voice (interrupted by
moans of pleasure as Casey’s cock rubbed against his prostate), “Oh God, Casey,
your big dick feels so great in my ass! I’ve never felt anything so good! Don’t
stop; please don’t stop! Make me your hypnotized slave forever! Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me!” His ass wiggled and milked at Casey’s cock as the
hypnotist plowed his hole. Their actions became more and more vigorous, their
positions more and more athletic and imaginative, until Casey’s second load of
the day exploded into Billy, at almost exactly the same time as Billy’s spewed
all over the bedspread. They collapsed together in a tangled heap, Casey’s cock
still lodged in Billy, although softening rapidly. As soon as he could catch
his breath, Casey withdrew. He commanded Billy to lick the cum from the bed,
and went to get a tissue to clean himself. Then, his immediate lust satisfied,
he set about the rest of Billy’s obedience programming.
“Billy,
you will hear and obey… you will hear and obey. These are the rules you will
live by. You must memorize them in your deepest mind, and accept them as you
accept that the sun rises. Obedience to them is as effortless and as automatic
as the beating of your own heart. If Casey says to you, ‘Sleep, Billy,’ you
will instantly go deep into hypnotic trance, each and every time deeper than
the previous one, and you will obey every instruction he gives you. If Casey
says, ‘Strip, Billy,’ no matter what you are doing, you will be hypnotized and
take off all your clothes. If Casey says, ‘Blowjob, Billy,’ you will be
hypnotized, immediately get on your knees, and suck his cock. If Casey says,
‘Present ass, Billy,’ you will immediately go into trance and bend over
(dropping your pants if necessary) so that he can fuck you. You will never
resist or question any of these commands. At any time, whether you are
hypnotized or not, you will allow Casey to touch you in any way he wishes.
You will always accept this without objection. Since Casey excites you
sexually, you like it when he touches you. You will continue to love the
taste and smell of your master Casey’s cum, and of your own. It will always
turn you on. And, when Casey and you are alone together, you will have no
shyness or reservations in talking about sexual subjects with him. Do you
understand all of these rules?”
“Yes.”
“Then
repeat them.” Billy did.
“On some
occasions, Casey may give you one of your commands followed by another boy’s
name, such as, ‘Blowjob, Billy: Mike,’ or ‘Present ass, Billy: Dave.’ In that
case, you will go into hypnosis and perform the suggested sexual service on that
boy, for Casey’s entertainment. Repeat that instruction.” Again, Billy complied
in his hypnotized monotone.
“You will
never have any conscious knowledge of these instructions, nor will you ever
have any memory of what goes on while you are in trance. It will all exist only
in your deepest subconscious mind, completely out of reach of your waking
thought. As far as you have any awareness, you have never been
hypnotized; it’s never even been tried on you. Now, go sit in front of the
computer again. Casey is going to open and then close our door. When he does
you will wake up. You will only remember visiting the sexy website, and as far
you’re concerned, he will have just returned from the library. It will not
bother you that you are both naked; you won’t even notice it particularly, it
will seem so natural. Tomorrow morning you’ll get dressed as usual, and you
will no longer even recall that you and Casey spent the evening together in the
nude.” Casey went to the door, opened it a crack, and then shut it again. “Hey,
Billy,” he said, “Did you have a good time with the computer?”
Billy
turned to him with his usual friendly animation, showing no reaction to Casey’s
nakedness, or embarrassment about his own. “I sure did! Thanks again for
setting me up, man. I think that’s the best jack-off session I’ve ever had!”
His hand went back to his crotch for one last caress.
A few days
later, Casey was playing chess with his friend Dave Marshall when Billy
returned from a late physics lab. “Hi, Casey, Dave,” he said, tossing his books
onto his desk. Dave returned the greeting, but Billy was stopped by the curious
smile on Casey’s face. “What?”
Casey’s
grin grew wider. “Oh, nothing; just, why don’t you strip, Billy.”
Billy’s face went still, and he took off his school uniform jacket. Then he unknotted
his tie and pulled it from his collar. As he began to unbutton his shirt, Dave,
who, up until then, had thought it might be some kind of bizarre joke,
spluttered, “What the heck is he doing?!”
“He’s
undressing. I would have thought that was obvious. While he’s at it, how about
if you strip, Dave?” And in a blink, brilliant, handsome, serious
David Marshall was transformed into a mindless blond himbo, shucking his
clothes like a Chippendale. As Casey settled back to enjoy the show, he
thought, “Man, I love this shit!” and began to plan who would do what to
whom.