Disclaimer: This is fiction. No resemblance to any real person is intended. If you are not of legal age to read erotic stories, or if literature dealing with gay sex and hypnotism is either forbidden in your community or distasteful to you, then you must not read further. The rest of you: enjoy!
(a Tom LeBlanc story)
by
I. First Night
“It just goes to show: that little bit of extra attention really pays off. This guy’s the biggest tipper in the whole hotel.” Jack Malloy, the young bellhop, grinned infectiously at Sara Blake, the late-shift bartender.
Sara couldn’t help but return the smile. Jack’s irrepressible high spirits were irresistible. And besides, he was one of the best-looking guys she’d ever seen. His rich black hair, expressive eyebrows, long, dreamy eyelashes setting off sparkling, mischievous blue eyes, creamy skin, and handsome boyish features combined to form a perfect picture of dark Irish masculine beauty. And, even though he wasn’t especially tall, his tapered-v torso, hard little ass, and shapely legs, so well displayed in the tailored red bellhop’s uniform with its high military collar and gold braiding, were equally captivating. “Just be careful he doesn’t put you under a spell,” she twinkled. “You have to watch your step when you’re dealing with a famous hypnotist.”
Jack just chuckled. “Oh, come on! What do you think, that he goes around just hypnotizing people at random? I was only up there a couple of minutes this morning when I took up his bags and got him settled, and anyone knows it would take longer than that. He didn’t even try. He just thanked me and tipped me fifty bucks!! So I figured I’d call him before I went off shift, just to see if he needed anything, and it paid off! Even though he just ordered a beer, he was ‘impressed by my thoughtfulness’. I’ll bet I get at least another twenty out of it!” He picked up the tray with the beer and glass on it and, with a wink to Sara, strode out of the bar to the elevators.
Tom LeBlanc had found himself regretting that he’d ever agreed to this tour. Even though it was only for a couple of months and, unlike his carnival road trips with old Dr. Tanner, first class all the way, he was feeling bored with the routine of the shows, and more and more irritated by the inevitable difficulties of extended travel. He was getting too old for this shit! The thought made the hypnotist chuckle to himself, since Tom had yet to reach thirty. He also realized that he missed the convenience and stimulation of his on-call stable of hypnotized boys. And Cooper, the young businessman who was Tom’s most recent acquisition, had almost arrived at the point in his forced hypnosis tutelage where he could be turned loose on his unsuspecting younger brother (and his nephew, and the kid in the mailroom, etc.), so the delay in completing his training was unfortunate. Of course, Tom was keeping all of his subjects current with regular phone calls, since it wouldn’t do to let their hypno-conditioning lapse, but it just wasn’t the same. He guessed that he must be homesick. However, there were occasional compensations: attractive guys who volunteered in his shows from time to time, or, for example, the cute young bellhop on his way up to Tom’s room at that very moment. Tom’s smile grew wolfish. He turned the lighting down to a dimmer setting, turned on the glowing blue spiral hypnodisc on the dresser top facing the door, and waited for his victim.
Jack knocked politely on the door, calling out “Room service.”
From inside the room the hypnotist’s voice answered, “Come in, please. I’ll be out in a second.”
With that permission, Jack opened the unlocked door and walked in. He set the tray on an end table and then looked for Tom, who wasn’t in sight. “Must be in the john,” he guessed, and settled down to wait for the hypnotist to come out. Looking idly about the suite, Jack’s eyes found the whirling disc. Intrigued, he stepped closer and stood directly in front of it, staring wide-eyed at the display. “Man, this is so fuckin’ awesome!” he thought. “I’ll bet this is what he uses in his show. Maybe they blow it up on a video monitor.” His gaze continued to try to find the center of the spiral as it appeared to flow and recede, and he began to feel a little light-headed and disoriented.
“Pretty isn’t it?” Tom’s voice sounded softly from somewhere behind Jack. The boy hadn’t noticed when he came back into the room.
“Yes…” Why was it so hard to talk? And his voice sounded a million miles away. He tried to turn to face the hypnotist but found he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the mesmerizing blue glow.
“Pretty and fascinating,” Tom continued, “Just as fascinating as it was this morning when you helped me set it up. After it was plugged in, I turned it on, and you found yourself watching it, just as you are now. Of course, you no longer have any memory of that, but don’t worry about it. Just keep watching the spiral and listening to my voice… listening and relaxing, just as you did this morning. You can’t look away from the disc… can’t stop relaxing… It’s so beautiful, so hypnotic, so impossible to resist… and just as you did this morning, you are going into a deep, deep trance… completely relaxed… completely focused on my voice, my suggestions…” The hypnotist watched with satisfaction, as Jack’s face grew dull and expressionless, his eyes, heavy-lidded, and his posture less and less controlled. Tom moved closer to the boy, until he was almost whispering in Jack’s ear. “At the count of three, your eyes will close and you will be deeply asleep… deeply asleep. One, two, three.” Jack swayed where he stood, fast asleep, his mind blank, helplessly entranced.
As Tom began the series of deepening exercises, he smiled to himself at how quick and easy this had been; but, of course, the real work had already been done that morning. Jack was the perfect victim: handsome as anything, and with a strong motive to be cooperative. Tom had subtly played upon the eager young man’s curiosity like a virtuoso, until it had been child’s play for the hypnotist to prompt him (without seeming to) to request a demonstration of the hypnodisc after it was in place. And the cute bellhop had proved to be highly suggestible indeed. He had quickly succumbed to the hypnotic spell and become a completely programmable zombie. It had then been simple to guarantee the boy’s future inability to resist becoming hypnotized again, to compel him to make his “thoughtful” call to Tom’s room at the end of his shift, and then to erase the entire process from his malleable mind, leaving him with the impression that he’d only been with the hypnotist for a few minutes.
Jack was now utterly in Tom’s control, after undergoing the hypnotist’s series of deepening exercises (the special ones that Tom had invented and tested so thoroughly; the ones that didn’t play fair, and made a mockery of the concept of self-will). If Tom had wanted the boy to throw himself from the window, he probably could have gotten him to do it! The hypnotist got out some money and said, “I’m going to count to three, and you will open your eyes, but you will not wake up. You’ll remain deep in this hypnotic state, always going deeper. However, for a short time, I want you to act as you normally do when awake. I’ll sign the bill for the beer, and you will take it back down to wherever it should be turned in. You will be careful to behave in such a way that no one will have any reason to suspect you’re in trance. When you are finished with that task, you will go off duty. You will return to me (making sure that no one realizes that is where you’re going – if anyone questions you, you’ll tell them it was a long day, you’re tired and you’re going straight home), and as soon as you are back in this room, your eyes will again be drawn irresistibly to the hypnodisc and you will stand still, just as you are standing now, and wait for me to give you further instructions. If you understand my orders, say ‘Yes, sir!’ like the good little bellhop you are.”
“Yes, sir!” Although Jack’s muscles were too relaxed to respond very well to his own intentions, the young man’s body still twitched ineffectively, as though trying to offer a snappy salute. Tom smiled and counted to three. The boy’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment he continued to look absolutely hypnotized: blank, sleepy, disoriented. Then, as the hypnotist handed him the signed room service bill along with his thanks and another twenty-dollar tip, Jack pulled himself together. With an enthusiastic (although, to Tom’s experienced eye, obviously trance-counterfeit) smile, he said, “Thank you, sir!” and quickly exited hypnotist’s room to accomplish the rest of his assigned task.
Jack handed Sara the signed bill to put in her register. She thought he looked a little distracted. “Well,” she asked, after he stood there a brief moment without saying anything, “Did you get your fantastic tip?”
“What?” He appeared to pull himself back from wherever his mind had been. “Oh, yeah. Another twenty bucks, just like I thought.” He didn’t sound as energetic as usual.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s been a long day. I’m just tired. I’m gonna go straight home.” He turned and walked out of the bar.
Sara watched him walk away (secretly admiring the play of his ass as he moved). “That boy must be tired,” she thought. “He wasn’t acting at all like himself.” But just then, two couples came into the bar and Sara put it out of her mind as she busied herself with their order.
“Deeper, Jack… deeper into trance…” The handsome young bellhop was once again standing motionless in Tom’s hotel room, staring helplessly at the spinning, blue spiral as the hypnotist’s seductive voice drew him further and further into slavery. “You’re very sleepy, Jack… very sleepy indeed. When I snap my fingers, you’ll find that you’re able to look away from the hypnodisc. You’ll realize that you’re all alone in your room (although you will always continue to hear and obey my voice), and it’s time to get ready for bed. You are much too tired for a shower. You can’t even be bothered to brush your teeth or hang up your clothes. You just want to undress and climb into bed. And from this moment on, you sleep in the nude, Jack… in the nude. Do you understand?”
“M’room… s-sleepy… gotta go t’bed… don’ wear nothin’…” The boy was slurring like a drunk.
Tom snapped his fingers. Some animation returned to Jack’s previously totally blank face, but the young man continued to look very heavy-eyed and sleepy. He gave no further sign that he had any awareness of the hypnotist’s presence. Yawning frequently, he began to unbutton the red uniform tunic-top, his fingers slow and awkward. When he had finished removing the tunic, Jack just let it fall to the floor. He pulled his white t-undershirt out of his waistband and up over his head, and then discarded it as well. The torso thus revealed was stunning. Jack was no gym-clone muscle-head, but there was not a bit of flab on his lean body. Everything was as perfectly shaped and sculpted as a renaissance statue. And the creamy smooth complexion that was such an asset to his handsome, boyish face, continued unblemished on the rest of him. He had very little body hair (just scant tufts at his armpits, a sprinkling around his innocent pink nipples, and a nearly invisible treasure trail leading down into his trousers). Tom, his erection made uncomfortable by the restraint of his pants, began to remove his own clothing as quickly as he could. Meanwhile, Jack had kicked off his shoes and was pulling off his socks. The hypnotist, not as a rule particularly interested in feet, was none-the-less captivated. Jack’s feet were perfect: no lumps or bumps, no discolorations, no flaws of proportion, and toes that just begged to be sucked. The young man could have been a foot model for sandal ads (“although,” Tom thought, “What a waste of the rest of him!”). However, the hypnotist was quickly distracted from that chain of thought as the boy’s unwitting striptease continued. Jack sleepily unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and allowed the uniform pants to drop to his ankles. He freed his feet from the entanglement and kicked the trousers aside. Then, with one smooth motion slid down his plaid boxer-briefs and stepped out of them as well. The boy’s legs were as beautifully shaped as every other feature of his anatomy. His circumcised cock and his balls (while not yet, of course, in a state of arousal) were full and manly. And his ass…! Jack’s twin creamy buns were of such deliciously fuckable perfection that Tom had to invoke his own always-in-place self-hypnotic conditioning immediately to keep from cumming on the spot. Man, could he pick ’em! The entranced bellhop, utterly unaware of the lust he was inspiring, just got into Tom’s bed and pulled up the covers, as his heavy eyelids at last dragged themselves shut.
Tom turned off the hypnodisc, locked the door (after hanging out the “Do Not Disturb” sign), and went to work. “You’re sound asleep, all alone in your own bed, in your own room, but you can still hear me. Nothing will cause you to wake up unless and until I tell you to. You are beginning to realize that it is much too warm in the room for all of those covers. Kick them off.” Jack began to stir restlessly, although he showed no signs of awakening. Soon, his tossing and turning had freed his body from the bedclothes, and he lay once more totally exposed to the hypnotist’s gaze. Tom swallowed and then continued, “Think of the sexiest person you can imagine, the person (or the kind of person) about whom you most often have erotic thoughts. It may be someone you have actually had sex with; it may merely be someone you’ve thought about a great deal, whether you have actually met or not; it may even be a total fantasy figure embodying all those features of face and body that you find most exciting. I want you to form a very clear picture of this person in your mind. Do you understand?”
“I… understand…” Jack’s sleepy, sleepy voice trailed off softly. After a moment however, Tom saw the boy’s cock began to lengthen and fill out, until it was rock-hard and throbbing. He had formed his mental image, all right!
“Who is the person you are thinking about?” Jack mumbled something unintelligible, and the hypnotist tried to restrain his impatience as he added, “No matter how deeply hypnotized you are, you always find it easy to answer my questions clearly. Once again, who is this ideal sexual partner you envision?”
“Julie Salazar.” Now the words were comprehensible, although still soft and sexy with sleep.
This meant nothing to Tom, although that didn’t surprise him. Much more often than not, the dream playmate of any hypnotized subject turned out to be someone the subject actually knew, and not a celebrity or a fantasy. “Who is Julie Salazar?” he asked.
“Head cheerleader… long black hair, dark eyes, body that won’t quit… was in my math class… but she only noticed the jocks…”
As Jack slowly droned out his answer, Tom thought, “Cheerleader? Jocks?” He almost cut off the end of the bellboy’s hypnotized response to ask, “Just how old are you, Jack?” The hypnotist was extremely relieved when the young man gave his age as twenty-one. “So,” he thought, “This kid’s been carrying a torch around for quite some time. I’ll actually be doing him a favor to give him some closure!” Aloud, he asked, “Did you ever have a nickname in high school?” The sleeping boy shook his head. So Julie would just be calling him ‘Jack’.
“Jack, when I count to three, you’ll begin to have a dream… a very real, very sexy dream. You will dream that you’re no longer alone in your bed. You will dream that you’re in bed with Julie Salazar, just as you picture her, and that she’s going to make love to you. You will speak, your body will move and respond in this dream, just as if everything you dream were really happening to you,” (as, of course, Tom was going to make sure it actually did!), “and you will experience everything in your dream as though it were real: the feel of Julie’s body, of her skin, under your touch, the smell of her hair, the taste of her… You’ll hear my words in her voice (although you’ll still obey them without question)… But you’ll always know that it is a dream… nothing to worry about… nothing you want to resist… nothing you could resist… just a pleasant, an extremely pleasant dream. You won’t want to open your eyes, no matter what, because that might end the dream, so just to help you out, I’m going to seal them shut.” The hypnotist gently brushed Jack’s eyelids with his thumbs and said, “There. Now you can’t open them. Go ahead and try, but they won’t open.” He watched his subject’s futile struggle for a moment, and then told him to stop trying. “You feel very happy that you won’t be able to open your eyes by accident and lose track of the wonderful dream. And now, dream of Julie! One. Two. Three.” And Tom slid into the bed beside Jack.
The hypnotist began the game by very gently kissing Jack on the side of his neck, just below his earlobe, and then whispering directly into his ear, “Hi, baby.” The bellhop’s rock-hard cock jumped, and he gasped with pleasure.
“Oh, God, Julie! You’re so hot!! I’ve wanted this for such a long time!” Jack began to cover Tom’s face and neck with hungry kisses, while fondling the hypnotist’s chest as though playing with a luxurious bosom. In spite of the boy’s lustful eagerness (which made Tom think of high school virgins, or sailors on leave), Jack still managed to be a curiously gentle and considerate lover. As their bodies twined and slipped against each other, and their hands and mouths sought and explored, Tom found himself to be more and more moved, as well as aroused. If the kid weren’t at least halfway in love with Ms. Salazar, he was treating “her” as though he were. Whoever Jack’s real girlfriend ultimately turned out to be, she was destined to be one lucky lady! In the meantime, the hypnotist was having a great time being Julie.
Of course, even hypnotism couldn’t provide Tom with female sex organs, so to avoid disrupting the web of suggestions he had spun, the hypnotist went down on Jack before the hypnotized young man could try to find his way to a non-existent pussy. As the bellhop wriggled and moaned, Tom licked his way down Jack’s chest from nipples to crotch, and then engulfed his rigid, dripping prick and sucked it until the boy was incoherent with pleasure. It didn’t take long for the hypnotist to bring him to the boiling point. Jack gave a choked little squeak as he went over the edge, and then Tom’s mouth was filled to overflowing with hot boy-cream. Savoring the taste, Tom wondered what the boy had been eating. In addition to the usual salty deliciousness, there was a faint tang, as of citrus and spice.
Gradually Jack’s gasping slowed to the point where he could once again form intelligible words. “Oh my God, Julie, I can’t believe… I… you… that you were… were willing to… Oh my God that was so great!!!” He grabbed Tom in a violently passionate embrace. Then he began to work his mouth southwards to return the favor.
Oops! The hypnotist quickly commanded, “Freeze, Jack!” and the boy went rigid. Tom continued, “You’re still deep in your wonderful dream of sex, but as often happens in dreams, things change in a fantastic, magical way. Jack and Julie are still making love, but now, in your dream, you are Julie, and I am Jack… you are Julie and I am Jack. I will begin to tongue you, and as soon as you feel the touch of my tongue, you’ll be able to move again, and you will become incredibly horny. You’ll be wild to have me to eat your pussy and then fuck you. Do you understand all that?”
“Yes, Jack.” The bellhop’s voice had taken on a lighter, more feminine quality.
Tom positioned the unresisting young man so that he could have access to his ass, and then began to rim him for all he was worth. Jack began to writhe and pant with ecstasy. “Oh… Oh… that’s so… I’ve never felt… Oh… OH…Oh, Jack, please… I have to have you inside me! I think I’ll die if I can’t get closer to you!” The hypnotist, listening to the strange man/woman voice and the bad porno dialog, just grinned to himself and rimmed harder. As it had before, the ability to speak coherently quickly departed from young Jack, and he just gibbered sex-driven nonsense.
It scarcely took long at all before the boy’s ass was ready (ready, hell – eager) to receive Tom. The hypnotist raised his victim’s legs onto his shoulders, pressed the head of his cock into the defenseless pucker, and began to piston in and out of that tight, hot hole. Lord, Jack was a terrific fuck! The kid seemed to know instinctively just how to wiggle and squeeze to get the best friction against Tom’s stroke. The hypnotist pumped away until he too was almost inclined to whimper with pleasure. As he came, he managed to choke out an order to Jack, and the spellbound bellhop responded with his own (second) orgasm, moaning like a woman.
Tom allowed his spent prick to withdraw from Jack’s well-fucked butt, and then gave the boy the necessary suggestions to return his identity. After the bellhop had cleaned himself up (again, at the hypnotist’s command) and returned to bed, Tom set about preparing him for the rest of his hypno-program. “Jack, you enjoyed the sex you’ve just had as much as you’ve ever enjoyed any sex, didn’t you?”
“Oh. Yeah! It was totally hot!” Jack’s voice was warm with post-orgasmic satisfaction.
“I’m going to unseal your eyelids, and you’ll be able to open your eyes again. You will not come out of trance, but you will be able to see who you were really in bed with. And it won’t matter to you at all. You will instantly transfer your desire for Julie to this other person. Your perception of the experience will still be completely positive and satisfying. Do you understand?”
“Yeah…” The young man sounded very confused by this last, but there was no hesitation in his response. It was obvious that his entrancement was more than deep enough to over-ride any personal preferences he might hold.
The hypnotist swiped his thumbs along Jack’s eyelids as he had before, and commanded, “Open your eyes now.” The boy’s eyelids fluttered, cracked, and then opened wide as he stared at Tom in shock. However, the hypnotic compulsion held, and scarcely a moment later, that wide-eyed expression was replaced by a sleepy, satisfied, adoring gaze. He snuggled in closer, and began to trace one finger along the hypnotist’s chest. Then he planted a very gentle kiss on Tom’s shoulder. Tom pulled him into an embrace and whispered, “Deep sleep.” Instantly Jack’s eyes closed, and he relaxed completely.
“Jack, you’ll continue to sleep deeply and comfortably for the rest of the night, here in my bed with me. When you wake up tomorrow, you’ll prepare yourself for work as you usually do, finding nothing unusual about having spent the night with me. You’ll put on the clothes you wore here, and you can use my razor to shave. As soon as you’re dressed and ready, you’ll leave this room and go about your activities as you normally would. The moment you close the door of this room behind you, you’re going to forget everything that happened her tonight. You will only remember, you will be convinced, that you only brought me my beer, received your tip, left, and went home. However, tomorrow, when you are ready to go off shift, you will again remember what a good tipper I am, and you will decide that it would be a very good idea to call my room and see if I need anything, just as you did this evening. Do you have all that?”
“I understan...” Jack was back to sleepy mumbling.
“At any time, whether it’s in 5 minutes or tomorrow, or weeks from now, if I say to you, ‘Deep sleep, Jack’, you will instantly, without any attempt or ability to resist, fall into deep hypnosis, just as deep or even deeper than you are now. This command will be inescapable. You cannot disobey it… cannot disobey… cannot disobey…” The hypnotist repeated this over and over, until he could see the boy’s lips forming the words right along with him. Then he turned out the light, pulled Jack’s limply cooperative body into his arms, and fell contentedly asleep in a spoon position, his cock nestled in bellhop’s butt-crack.
II. Third Night
Jack had followed all of his hypnotic conditioning to the letter. He woke up in Tom’s arms without any evidence of confusion or alarm, went about his usual morning routine of shower and shave, and left whistling, dressed once more in his bellhop’s uniform. And the following evening he had again called the hypnotist’s room as instructed. That night Tom had worked on the boy’s mind even more diligently, until he was (at least under hypnosis) completely comfortable with, even enthusiastic about, sex with other men, and was so much more thoroughly under the hypnotist’s control that suggestions scarcely required more than a single repetition before they were indelibly ingrained in his personality. The sex, of course, just kept on getting better and better. (Sara would have worried about him even more that second night, because the visible signs of the entrancement were much more pronounced. However, it was the beginning of her vacation, so she didn’t see him, and the guy who was taking the shift was a temporary replacement who had never met Jack, and just assumed the bellhop was normally a little spacey and withdrawn.)
On the third night, however, something new was to be added. At Tom’s show that evening, he had noticed three young men in the audience. Two of them were college guys of the age and type that the hypnotist (who knew the breed extremely well) would have pegged immediately for frat boys. Their cocky attitudes and borderline-disruptive high spirits were unmistakable. The third guy was younger. Tom thought he could have been either a high school senior or a new college freshman. At any rate, he was much less full of himself than his two companions. The reason the hypnotist’s attention had been drawn, however, was not just because of their looks (since, as a matter of fact, out of the three, only one of the upper-classmen was particularly good-looking), but because, when he called for volunteer subjects, the two older boys more-or-less forced the younger one up onto the stage. Tom had immediately stopped him, quietly explaining that only those who really wanted to try being hypnotized should come up, but the boy had begged to be allowed, explaining that he was pledging the fraternity, and that his companions in the audience had selected participation in the show as a hazing prank. He’d be blackballed if he were refused. The hypnotist relented, merely asking that the kid agree to cooperate as well as he was able (knowing that this would be sufficient), but in his Machiavellian mind, wheels were already turning. Thinking of his own pet frat at home (now almost completely conquered, one brother at a time), Tom resolved that the upper-classmen weren’t just going to sit and watch, if he could do anything about it. “And besides,” he had thought to himself, “That one handsome frat rat most definitely has a reservation for a place in my bed!” So, as he had set about hypnotizing his row of volunteers, Tom had chosen tactics and wording that were deliberately skewed to take advantage of the reactions, not so much of those on stage, but rather of anyone in a susceptible frame of mind, and particularly of the fraternity guys, onstage or off. At the end of the induction, as the hypnotist had hoped, although a couple of the folk on the stage weren’t sufficiently influenced to work with, all three of the frat boys were. He had dismissed his two failed volunteers, and replaced them with the now completely obedient pair of college boys, explaining to the audience why he had chosen to snare them, and gone on with the show, taking particular care to use, deepen and dominate his three special victims throughout, until, by the end of the performance, they were absolutely helpless in his thrall. Then, as was always his practice when using his act for seduction, he left them for last when reawakening the subjects. The two he wasn’t interested in controlling further, simply received the standard suggestion removal, but with one twist: they no longer would expect their third companion to return with them. In their minds, he was going to “get lucky” and go home with a girl. The third boy, a movie-star-handsome young blond (as a matter of fact, he looked rather like Stephen Dorff) with a fabulous hard body wrapped in tight blue jeans and his old high school letter-jacket, received a faux wake-up. He appeared to have been returned to normal consciousness just like the other volunteer subjects, but was actually still deep in trance and under an irresistible compulsion to leave his buddies and go to Tom’s hotel room. Once there, he would stand helpless before the hypnodisc as Jack had been doing for the two previous nights, and allow the hypnotist to control his thoughts utterly. Then the fun would begin!
Tom, back in his hotel room, turned off the hypnotic spiral. It had taken a while to place Eddie (the new kid) in a deep enough trance that he’d have to follow the kind of suggestions the hypnotist planned to give him, but at last he was as ready. Tom looked at his two subjects, standing side-by-side, now fast asleep and completely at his disposal. This would be great!
“Jack, Eddie, I want you to open your eyes but remain under my control.” The boys sleepily opened their eyes. “When I count to three, the following things will happen: you will undress each other slowly, the urge to do so will be irresistible; you will find that whenever you see bare skin you will need to caress or kiss it; each time you touch or are touched, you will become more and more aroused, until you are compelled to have sex together; you will both remember that you are straight boys, and so be unable to understand why you feel this way, but you won’t be able to disobey these commands; and the fact that I’m watching will turn you on even more! Of course, any further orders I give you will be followed to the letter. One… two… three.”
Jack, probably because his conditioning was two days deeper and more complete, was the first to react. Apparently the command to touch any bare skin overrode the one to undress Eddie, because his first move was to touch the blond boy’s handsome face. As gently and thoroughly as a blind man learning by feel, he ran his fingers over Eddie’s cheeks, over his forehead, over his lips (and the frat boy involuntarily parted them to admit one exploring fingertip), and finally down the sides of his neck in a stroke that made Eddie shiver with pleasure. By this time, Eddie’s hands had joined in the action, and he too was learning the young bellhop’s features in Braille. Both young men were beginning to show signs of tenting in the crotches of their pants.
As their faces drew closer together, Eddie muttered to himself, in a sleepy, confused voice, “Dude, why do I want to kiss y…?” Jack’s mouth cut off his speech and the two frenched each other with abandon. The frat-boy’s hands, moving as with a will of their own, began to undo the buttons on Jack’s uniform tunic until it hung open revealing his undershirt. Then they took turns pulling off tunic and letter-jacket respectively. After caressing the muscular arms now bared, both boys relieved each other of their t-shirts. Now, with naked torsos on full display, the lovemaking grew extremely passionate. Neither young man could keep his hands or his mouth off the other, and they were clinched together, pawing at each other and moaning with lust.
This time, Eddie broke first. His knees gave way from an excess of excitement, and he slid down Jack’s body, stroking and licking all the way, to find himself facing the bellhop’s bulging crotch as Jack’s hard cock pressed out against his tight red trousers. Eddie nearly tore the pants in his haste to remove them. Since Tom had given Jack an order the previous day not to wear under-shorts, this left the bellhop totally naked except for his socks. Eddie stared for a moment in surprise. Tom ordered, “Jack, be a statue. You can’t move,” and the boy froze. Then the hypnotist continued, “Eddie, you must suck his cock. You can’t help yourself. Suck it until he cums and then swallow his load. It will turn you on more than anything ever has in your entire life.”
Eddie only had time to protest, “No way! I’m no cocksucker!’, before his mouth had engulfed the rock-hard boner and he was working it like a professional. At the same time, his hands were following their previous instructions and feeling all over Jack’s legs, balls, and ass. The paralyzed bellhop groaned and trembled from the onslaught, and, when the frat-boy’s wandering fingers found Jack’s ass-pucker and began to tickle it, his orgasm exploded into Eddie’s suctioning mouth, drenching him with his cream. At the same time, Eddie, tortured by the friction of his 501s against his rigid hard-on, and unable to resist the effect of Tom’s most recent hypnotic suggestions, also came without even touching himself, pumping his load helplessly into his jeans.
“Stand up, Eddie,” the hypnotist commanded. The kid got to his feet, cum dripping from his lips and face, the crotch of his Levis a dampened mess, to stand next to his still-immobilized companion. Tom then released Jack from his stasis, commanding him to finish undressing the frat-boy and clean him up (with his tongue, of course). The bellhop obeyed, and Eddie whimpered helplessly, nearly in tears, as Jack’s tongue swabbed his now almost unbearably sensitive cock-head.
Now it was Tom’s turn. Since the hypnotist had already enjoyed Jack in any number of ways, he decided to concentrate his efforts on the new recruit, so he sent the bellhop back into the deepest of sleeps and positioned him, helpless and beautiful, on the bed. Then he commanded Eddie to fix his eyes on Jack. “Eddie, you can’t take your eyes off of the sleeping boy, no matter how you may try. Go ahead and test it. Try to look away, but you can’t!” The frat-boy struggled uselessly, his gaze locked like a deer in headlights. “Stop trying. You know now that you are unable to resist me. Now, as you look at handsome, handsome Jack, you are becoming very turned on again… very turned on. You need to have sex again. But this time, the feeling is centered in your butt. This time, you know that the only thing that can satisfy you is to have me fuck your ass hard and long while you look at him. You need my cock… you need me in your ass!”
Eddie’s cute little butt began to twitch and shift uncomfortably as the suggestions took hold. He appeared to be trying to drag his gaze away from Jack, either to look at Tom, or perhaps to attempt escape. In any case, he was unable, and the wiggling of his ass increased along with his growing heat, until he gave up the struggle, and, in his sexy, hypnotized voice, begged Tom to fuck him. The hypnotist, now naked, rock-hard, and dripping pre-cum, didn’t need to be asked twice. He bent the boy (still staring fixedly at Jack) over the edge of the bed and plunged into his ass with vigor. As Tom pumped away, Eddie began to shove his hips back to meet the hypnotist’s thrusts, growling lustfully. The frat-boy, as a fuck, showed much less finesse than the bellhop, but the sex, rough and raw as it was, suited Tom’s mood right down to the ground. In no time at all, both he and his hypnotized slave were spewing their loads all over each other and the oblivious Jack.
As soon as Tom could pull himself together, he enlisted Eddie, still panting from exertion, and Jack, now released from his enforced nap, to lick up the mess. Then he set about restoring mental order. First, he had the boys put their clothes back on. Then, as he had the two previous nights, he reinstated the bellhop’s standing orders to check in with him the following evening. Finally, he very carefully cleansed their minds of all knowledge of the night’s true events, and replaced it with carefully crafted false memories. Eddie would tell his buddies (probably, considering fraternity behavior, in lurid detail) that he’d spent the night with a woman who had then hypnotized him to forget her name because she was married and cheating. Jack, as before, would simply believe he’d gone home to bed. “However,” he added, “Although your conscious minds will believe unshakably what I have told you to believe, your unconscious will still know that you have fucked and sucked other guys… other handsome guys, and that you really dug it! From now on, even though you may basically be straight, you’re going to find that, in spite of yourself, you’ll be attracted to certain guys in a sexual way. Eddie, you’re going to be intrigued by young men who resemble Jack. Jack, you’re going to like blond guys like Eddie. And you’ll both get hot for guys like me, and for being hypnotized for sex.” Tom made them repeat this conditioning over and over and over, until he was absolutely certain it was in place and perfect. If they ever ran into each other again, the sparks would surely fly! Then he sent them back out into their own worlds, functional, but still deep in trance. Eddie would wake up on the street, disoriented from his, as he thought, hypno-dominatrix, and Jack would come to himself at his apartment.
As the hypnotist drifted off to sleep, heavy and relaxed after great sex, he thought to himself, “You know, this touring isn’t so bad after all.”
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