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By the Pricking of My Thumbs

(Sequel to “Double, Double”, for Wersgor, who wanted one)

By

Hyptrance

   Jason Dee was bored. Bored in a way he never could have imagined it was possible for him to be bored. After all, he was young, handsome, healthy, and a powerful warlock to boot. He could have anything he wanted. He could have anybody he wanted. And that was root of the problem. It was all too easy. He’d used lust charms, seduction spells, love filters and potions so many times that his magical conquests were running together in his memory. Who would ever have believed it? Back before he came of age and into his powers, when he was a horny teenager, forbidden by the laws of the Goddess from compromising his chastity, he’d been certain that once he could safely get it on, he’d never let himself be frustrated again. No doubt about it, he needed a new approach! Jason paced restlessly through his chic apartment, and finally decided to try to work off his bad mood at the gym. With a snapping of his fingers he was in a corner of the currently unoccupied locker room, now dressed in sharp-looking workout gear. He trotted out into the main gym to begin his routine with the free weights.

   Half an hour later, sweaty, pumped full of endorphins, and feeling decidedly less crabby, Jason was checking out some of the other gym boys. The eye candy at this particular health club was often quite spectacular (one of the main reasons he patronized it). There was one guy working on the weight machine that had Jason intrigued. His head was down as he concentrated on working his shoulders and back, so the warlock couldn’t see his face clearly, but his body was really nice – not very massive, but rock hard, and there was something about it that suggested military. Or maybe that was just the camo workout shorts that he wore with his tight white t-shirt.

   Jason felt his cock twitch with interest. He walked slowly towards the machine area to get a better look… and stopped short. There was something very familiar indeed about this kid (and, yes, he was only a kid, unless he’d just this day enlisted). In another moment he had it. It was his little pet hypnotist, the high school cocksman he’d had to re-orient sexually to protect baby sis from her own hormones. What the fuck was the guy’s name? Chris? No… but something like that… Wait a minute… Curt! That was it, Curt Jenner. Well, the stud was still one hot little fucker, no question of that! The warlock licked his lips remembering the feel of that tight ass when he’d fucked the boy to seal his ensorcelment. This just might be the answer to his current ennui. He hadn’t tried mixing sex and hypnotism yet. He’d just add on a little extra to the spell he’d already cast on Curt, to get him to do the dirty work, and then they’d enjoy a threesome! Come to think of it, it might not even require any new magic at all; Curt might be into it without prompting. After all, he didn’t know that he’d ever been straight, or that he’d ever met Jason before, and the dark-haired, sleekly handsome young warlock was more than sexy enough to turn any gay guy’s head.

   Jason walked closer to where Curt was completing his set on the soloflex. “Hey, guy, looking good,” he said. “What’s your routine for those killer lats?”

   Curt looked up, a little startled, then, as he registered the handsome warlock, his face broke into a frankly interested smile. He let the weight bar return to rest position, and reached unconsciously to his chest, to check that his hypnotic pendant was still where it belonged, hanging down inside his t-shirt. “It’s no special routine. I guess it’s probably military. My dad’s in the army, and he showed me what to do when I first started working out. Anyway,” he added eyeing the warlock appreciatively, “You don’t look like you need any advice in that department.” Curt flashed one of his most seductive (without being openly leering) smiles. “I’m Curt, by the way, Curt Jenner.” He held out his hand.

    “Jason Dee,” the warlock responded, shaking the proffered hand. “Want to go grab a cup of coffee after we clean up?” He was feeling vastly amused by this ritual dating behavior that he hadn’t had to employ since high school.

    “Sure,” Curt said eagerly. “Meet you in the lobby in ten.” Of course, they actually were in the locker room at the same time as well, but there were other guys in there too, and not all of them gay, so Curt and Jason carefully pretended casual indifference (even while they were checking each other out in the showers).

   “So, what do you do, Curt? College? Job?” Jason was still playing the dating game, although he was having a harder and harder time keeping a straight face.

   “College. I’m a freshman at _________. Psych major.” Curt again reflexively felt for the pendant inside his shirt. “My special focus is hypnotism. How about yourself?” He looked at the warlock expectantly.

   Jason, having noticed the surreptitious touch on the talisman, realized where this was going. He weighed whether or not to play along as a means of getting Curt somewhere private, or whether to take control immediately, and decided that the game would be entertaining in itself. “I’m independently wealthy, so I amuse myself and work for causes.” Then, as though taking the bait, he said, “Hypnotism, huh? I always wondered what that was like.”

   Curt reacted almost like a puppy being told it was going for a walk. “I could show you! It’s really easy, and it feels great!” he piped enthusiastically.

   “What, here in Starbuck’s?” Jason laughed. “I don’t think this place is exactly suited to concentration.”

   “Well, no. I was thinking we might go to your place?” Curt tried not to sound too openly hopeful or lecherous. “The dorm’s not all that close, and besides, it’s even noisier there than here.”

    “Well, I guess that would do; you don’t look too dangerous.” Jason winked (thinking, “Won’t you come into my parlor,” said the spider to the fly). “I’m just around the corner. Drink up and let’s book.”

   “Just focus on the crystal pendulum, Jason. I want to you to relax all your muscles and take deep, even breaths.” Curt was slowly moving the sparkling pendant back and forth before the warlock’s eyes. Had Jason been a mortal, he would have been well on the way to enslavement. The spell he’d cast to make the boy’s hypnotic bauble irresistible was still operating undimmed. However, witches and warlocks can’t be hypnotized.

   After a few minutes, Jason shifted his position and said, “Sorry, dude, this just isn’t working.”

   Curt was obviously nonplussed. Even though he didn’t remember that the secret of his previously unbroken string of success was applied sorcery, and so couldn’t have known that his failure was not simply random bad luck, this was a first in his experience. “I don’t understand it. I’ve never failed before. You must be unbelievably resistant. Are you afraid of letting yourself go? Do you have a problem trusting me?” This last was said with a tinge of guilt, hard as Curt tried hard to mask it. After all, he really couldn’t be trusted with respect to this! His only genuine interest was in getting into this guy’s pants.

   “No, the problem is that I can’t be hypnotized. By anyone,” Jason added seeing the protest in Curt’s eyes. He cracked a mischievous smile. “You see, Curt, I’m a warlock, and we’re immune to the human trance state. Besides, I made that little jewel you’re swinging around. The spell won’t work on me.”

   “Yeah, right,” said Curt disgustedly. “Pull the other one. It’s got bells on it!” Suddenly there was an enormous cowbell strapped to his right ankle. “WHAT THE FUCK!??” he shouted jumping from his chair in alarm, the bell jangling deafeningly. “Where?? How???” he was almost incoherent in his terrified confusion. Jason was howling with laughter as the boy frantically tried to rid himself of the noisy, inexplicable bell.

   Finally the warlock managed to control his guffaws. “Relax and sit back down on the couch, Curt,” he said. (Actually it was an order backed up by a tiny spell, so the agitated young hypnotist found himself doing exactly that, although a second before then he wouldn’t have imagined it.) Jason snapped his fingers and the cowbell disappeared back to wherever it came from.

   “You… you really are a witch??? They exist???” Curt stared at his host with eyes big as soup plates.

   “Yes, I really am. And it’s ‘warlock’, please,” Jason corrected him. “Witch is the generic term, but when speaking of (or to) individuals, witches are female only. And I fully intend to show you that I am all male.” He winked lasciviously. “By the way,” Jason said, picking the enchanted pendulum up from the floor where the hypnotist had dropped it in his panic, “You don’t want to lose this; they’re not that easy to come by.” He held it out to Curt, but as the boy reached for it, the warlock released the crystal from his hand so that it now hung by its chain, spinning and swaying before the young hypnotist’s eyes. “Curt, have you ever looked at this pendant? Really looked? It’s very beautiful, you know, the way it catches the light. It’s so beautiful it makes you just want to stare at it. So beautiful, and so very relaxing… relaxing…” As Jason continued his impromptu induction, Curt, caught now in his own snare, stared helplessly at the bauble, his handsome young face already taking on the mindless blankness of the entranced. Scarcely five minutes later, the warlock was finishing, “You are now deeply hypnotized and will obey everything I tell you.”

    “Deep… hyp… hypnotized… obey… ev…evrythinggg…” Curt sleepily agreed, fallen totally under the enchantment.

   Jason sat down next to the hypnotized boy. He hung the pendant back around Curt’s unresisting neck, and then pulled him over until his lolling head rested against the warlock’s shoulder. “Curt, I want you to catch me up on what you’ve been doing since I turned you into a gay hypnotist. All the juicy details, please. Oh… and you’re going to find it easy to speak clearly.” The helpless young man launched dutifully into the tale of his hypnotic exploits, starting with his accidental (and then quickly deliberate) enslavement of his bud Bobby McCandless in high school, and then continuing on through the wide swath of hypno-conquests up to the present moment. Jason, who was getting quite hard from the recitation, thought, “My, but he’s been a busy boy! Then again,” he reasoned, “I didn’t take away his sex drive; I just re-directed it. Once a cocksman, always a cocksman.”

   When Curt finally wound down and lapsed into silence, Jason said, “Tell me who you have your eye on next… besides me, I mean.” The warlock was still interested in sticking to his original plan for a trance-engendered three-way.

   Curt appeared to consider for a moment, his blank stare growing even more vacant as his befuddled brain coped with the question. Then he replied, “Luke Wellman.”

   “Tell me about Luke Wellman.”

   “Luke’s another freshman. He’s in my calculus class. He has light brown curly hair, and blue-gray eyes, and a little dimple in his chin, way cute. And his body is smokin’. I’m sure he’s straight, so I’ve been pretty casual about trying to make friends. Don’t want to scare him off before I have a chance to get him under.” The contrast between the chatty, frankly predatory tone of this description, and the robotic, mesmerized delivery of it was, Jason thought, more than a little erotically appealing.

   “Okay, Curt. I’m going to wake you back up, and this is what you’ll do…”

   “Hey, Luke. Luke, wait up.”

   Luke Wellman turned to see Curt Jenner, from his math class, trotting across the quad towards him. Curt had always seemed to be an okay guy, so he stopped to wait for him to catch up. “What’s up, dude?” he asked when the other reached him.

   “Luke, I have a favor to ask of you. You know Jenna Marchesi? She and I have kind of a thing going,” Curt lied glibly, “And, well, her cousin Lisa and her family have this really cool apartment in town. Lisa’s folks are gone for the weekend, and Jenna and I could use the apartment, except Lisa’s still there. We need someone to… um, run interference, so we can get some private time, if you get my drift. If you could come over and take Lisa off our hands, I’d owe you for life!”

   Luke chuckled. “Jenna Marchesi, huh? You lucky bastard! She’s hotter than hell!! So, the cousin… does she have any of the family looks, or do I need a dogcatcher’s license?” An elfin grin spread across his handsome face.

   “Lisa?” Curt was all injured innocence. “She’s a fox.” He launched into a description of a girl who, had she actually existed, would have made Brittney Spears look like the cleaning lady, and by the time the persuasive young man finished, Luke was patently interested, even to the extent of showing a discreet increase to the bulge in his jeans.

   “Okay, Jenner, count me in…. but if you’re not bein’ straight with me, you’re a dead man!”

   “So when do the girls get here?” Luke asked Curt, plumping himself down on Jason’s king-size bed.

   “I already told you, they’ll be here soon. I thought they’d be here already, but you know what it’s like when chicks go shopping!” Jason, who was also in the room, naked but invisible, had to stifle an inopportune chuckle at that one. Man, could that kid bullshit!

   Luke, however, seemed to buy it. He and Curt continued to make college-guy small talk, until Curt drew the pendant out of his shirt. He held it up towards the light as though examining it for something, and then said, “Hey, Luke, have you ever seen one of these before?”

   “What, a crystal pendant? Sure, loads of ’em. My mom’s into all that New Age stuff. What’s any different about that one?” Luke sounded pretty uninterested.

   “Oh, this is a very special one. Why don’t you take a look at it?” Curt lowered the chain until the enchanted glittering crystal was dangling in front of Luke’s handsome face, just a little above eye level.

   Luke looked at it a little more intently. “I don’t see anything special about it,” he said. But the spell on the jewel had already caught him, although he wasn’t yet aware of it, and he continued to look.

   “It’s the crystal that’s special. It’s fascinating to look at as it sways back and forth… back and forth… and the lights reflecting off of it seem to form a pattern… a restful, soothing pattern that washes over you and relaxes you… back and forth… so fascinating… so relaxing…”

    Luke was staring now, his face nearly expressionless. But suddenly he twitched as though in a dream of falling. “Relaxing… why’re you… tryin’ to… to… hypn’tize me…” His voice was a little slurred and dull, but he squinted his eyes as though he were attempting to break their locked focus.

   “I’m not trying,” Curt said with quiet triumph, “I’m succeeding. You can’t look away from the hypnotic crystal. Your eyes no longer respond to your will. You are relaxing… all your muscles so loose and limp… more and more relaxed and sleepy. You are going into trance… mind growing dim and fuzzy, thoughts and will melting away. No matter how you try to resist, you can’t fight it… deeper and deeper… so sleepy… so relaxed… so obedient…”

   “Nooo…” Luke groaned. But his mesmerized eyes remained locked on the hypnotist’s bauble, following it back and forth, back and forth, helplessly.

   “Luke, it’s too hot in here. Take off your shirt and lie back on the pillows,” the young hypnotist commanded. “You’ll be much more comfortable, and that’ll make it easier for you to go deep. You want to go deep for me… very deep… as deep as you can go into this pleasant hypnotic state.” Luke, moving like a mechanical doll unzipped his sweater and pulled it off, He wasn’t wearing a t-shirt under it. Bare to the waist, he collapsed backward onto the bed with a sigh. His eyes were only half-open, although they still followed the swaying crystal slavishly, and his jaw had begun to sag slightly, causing his sexy lips to part.

   Jason, still invisible was stroking himself. This scene was incredibly arousing! It was much more of a turn-on than he’d ever imagined it would be. Why hadn’t he tried this before?

   “I’m going to count from one to ten, and at the count ten, you’ll empty your mind and will of everything but my voice and my commands. At that time, you’ll be ready to do whatever I tell you, without question or thought. One… two…” As Curt moved in for the kill, the warlock had to stop stimulating his own cock to stave off a premature explosion. “…And ten.” Luke’s eyelids gave up their losing battle against gravity and he was gone, miles deep under Curt’s spell.

   “Stand up and finish undressing, Luke,” the horny young hypnotist commanded. The hypnotized boy slowly rose from the bed, his sleep-glazed eyes open once again, but staring blankly at nothing, and obeyed. As soon as he was naked, he stopped right where he was to stand as mindless as a waxwork until he should receive another order.

   Jason removed his invisibility spell and joined the party. The new hypno-slave, of course, didn’t react any more than if the warlock had remained unseen; at this point he wasn’t able to react to anyone but the hypnotist. However, Jason had to chuckle at Curt’s startled jump.

   “Damn it, Jason, I wish you would give me some warning if you’re gonna just appear out of thin air like that!” the boy hypnotist grumbled. “Well, what do you think? Is he hot enough for you?”

  “Oh, more than enough! You’ve done very well, indeed, my sleepy college-boy!”

  At the sound of his recently programmed trance trigger, Curt looked as though someone had struck him between the eyes. “S-sleepy…?” His face went blank. “What….” His eyes began to flutter, and his head started to droop forwards. He seemed to be trying to say something else, but it just trailed off into a sigh. The magical pendant slipped from his suddenly lax fingers and fell to the carpet, his eyes closed and stayed that way, and the boy hypnotist was himself once more a hypnotized slave.

   “Excellent, Curt! You’re able to open your eyes again, but don’t wake up,” the warlock said cheerfully. “Go ahead and undress. When you’re finished, you can stand by Luke.” As the boy complied, Jason picked up the amulet from where it had fallen before one of the hypnotized boys might accidentally step on it. He hung it back around the neck of the now nude (and totally oblivious) Curt. Then he stepped back to survey the handiwork. Goddess, but those boys were cute, standing side by side with identical deep-trance stares on their handsome young faces!

   “You’re ready to obey now, aren’t you Curt?”

   “Yes, master.” Okay, so he sounded like a character in a bad b-movie; Jason had no problem with that!

   “First, you’ll give me control of Luke. Take care of that now.”

   Like an automaton, Curt turned to look at his hypnotized victim. “Luke, this is Jason. You will obey him just as you do me. Understand?” he said in a dull monotone.

   “Uh-huh.” Spellbound Luke nodded exaggeratedly, like a solemn little kid. Then both boys returned to their mindless, motionless stasis.

   Okay, time to get down to business. “Luke, are you straight or gay?” Jason asked. He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but it was worth checking.

   “I’m straight.” Luke replied as unemotionally as if that were a question he was asked as frequently as “How are you?”

   The warlock debated whether to do this the hard way, with actual hypnotic suggestions repeated over and over, or whether to take the shortcut. Horniness won out. With a quick motion of his right hand, and a muttered incantation, he set a spell on the boy, and repeated the question.

   Just as blandly as before, Luke now answered, “I am whatever my master wants me to be.”

   “Very good. I want you to be a hypnotized gay bottom boy for now. You are very turned on at the thought of having sex with Curt and me. You want nothing so much as you want to suck and be fucked. Isn’t that so?” Jason realized he was probably laying it in a little thick, but, after all, this was a fantasy scene, and it was entertaining him. Like a robot, Luke immediately agreed with the new role he had been assigned, and his cock quickly hardened as proof.

   “Curt and Luke, you can move normally now, but you’ll do only what I tell you… and no matter how aroused you get, you won’t be able to cum until I do. Now, the two of you kiss and make out… lot’s of tongue, boys.” As Jason continued to choreograph, Luke and Curt frenched each other with abandon, their hard young bodies writhing and twisting together like minks in heat. The warlock didn’t remain aloof for long either. Soon his hands and tongue were busy with every site that presented itself, until all three men, the master and his two hypnotized slaves, were panting and moaning, anointing each other liberally with seemingly endless slicks of pre-cum that oozed from their eager cocks as they rolled around on the enormous x-king bed. Finally, at Jason’s command, Curt became a statue, frozen on his knees, Luke crouched on all fours to suck his rigid, twitching cock, and the warlock positioned himself behind, to take possession of Luke’s virgin ass. As Jason drove into those perfect buns, the boy just grunted with pleasure and increased the suction of his cock-filled mouth. They quickly settled into a satisfying rhythm.

   Thanks to another hastily muttered enchantment, they were able to continue in this way for quite a long time, before the young warlock finally allowed them all to climax, himself and Curt, because they had been ready to for many minutes, and Luke, simply because he was ordered to do so. Luke’s load was all over the bed, but a word from Jason, and it rose to the surface as though on marble. He then unfroze Curt, who tottered from release and then collapsed into the cum slick.

    “Luke, I want you to lick your cum off Curt and the bed. You love the taste”
“Yes, master.”

    The mental clean-up didn’t take even that long. Jason had no interest in forcing the straight boy to remain gay (since he was no threat to Jason’s foolish younger sister), so he removed his spell along with the memory of what it had led to. He did, however, give Luke a post-hypnotic suggestion that he would be comfortable with gay sex any time Curt might wish to re-hypnotize him. After all, there was no point in raining on the young hypnotist’s parade, and it wouldn’t likely be for long. Anyway, knowing Curt’s tendencies, the warlock was willing to bet, that, now that he’d had Luke, Curt would soon be on the prowl for someone new, and leave the boy alone.

     After Luke was sorted out and once again clothed, Jason snapped his fingers in that curious rhythm that accomplishes sorcerous teleportation, and the boy vanished from the room. (He reappeared in an empty toilet stall in his dorm, with no memory of the events, or any sense of missing time.) Then, looking at Curt, still naked, still placidly, blankly entranced, the warlock prepared to re-awaken the boy hypnotist… with a few minor alterations, thinking to himself (in the lines from Casablanca), “Louie, this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

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