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“Married!? Jesus, Bean, you haven’t known him a month! How can you possibly be sure he’s the right one? How can you be sure he isn’t just after your money?” Matt Prescott stared at his sister in consternation. He’d come home from college for the holidays to be greeted by this totally unexpected, life-altering announcement.
Sabrina looked back at her little brother tenderly. The genuine care and concern on his handsome, earnest face, coupled with the childhood nickname (as a baby Matt hadn’t been able to pronounce “Sabrina”, saying “Bina” instead, which had quickly shortened itself to “Bean”) almost moved her to tears. Orphaned by a car wreck just one day past Sabrina’s nineteenth birthday, the siblings were unusually close. In the face of great pressure to accept the intervention of some sort of adult steward, Sabrina had held firm, retaining control of her trust fund, and becoming legal guardian to her nine-year old brother. In a sense, she had virtually become his mother as well as his sister, while young Matt, serious and precocious, had tried his best to shoulder the mantel of the man of the house. Now, ten years later, he was still trying. “Oh, Matt, how can I describe it? Alex’s everything I’ve ever wanted! He’s smart and funny, and so gentle and thoughtful it almost makes me want to cry.” And then, winking mischievously at her brother, she added, “And he’s so damn sexy I practically need a panty liner just to talk to him on the phone! I don’t have to date him for years to be sure. I knew almost the moment we met!”
Matt’s fair skin flushed in embarrassment at Sabrina’s graphic frankness, but he didn’t allow himself to be distracted. “I don’t care! I still think you can’t have thought long enough about this. Have you had him checked out? What’s his background? Where does he come from?”
Sabrina walked over and put her arms around him in a sisterly hug. “Oh, Matt! Don’t be so stuffy. I’m a big girl, and I’ve dealt with my share of fortune hunters. Alex just isn’t like that! You’re going to meet him tonight, because he’s coming to dinner, and you’ll see then. I know once you get to know him you’ll love him too.” Then she smiled teasingly into his eyes. “And if you insist on getting all Victorian and subjecting Alex to a stern ‘what-are-your-intentions-towards-my-sister’ inquisition, I’m sure he’ll accommodate you. He’d think it’s a hoot!” Sabrina’s face once again grew serious as she added, “But I am marrying him, no matter what. Oh, Matt, I need your support in this. We’re all the family we have, and I’m counting on you to walk me down the aisle.”
At dinner that night, Matt had to admit that Alex really did seem to be charming. The guy was obviously into Sabrina, as a fiancé should be, he was well spoken and seemed educated and intelligent, and, even from his heterosexual male perspective, Matt couldn’t deny that Alex was fine looking. His glossy dark hair, model’s features and athletic body were totally handsome, and his deep blue, long-lashed eyes were so incredibly striking, that even the straight college boy caught himself more than once staring into them a little longer than he meant to. Matt did find some of the guy’s mannerisms a little annoying however. All through dinner, Alex’s hands never seemed to be at rest, and as a result, his crystal wine glass (Sabrina had gone whole-hog in her dinner layout), and the ruby class ring he wore (Harvard, of course – fumed Yalie Matt) sent constant sparkles of light ricocheting about the room and into Matt’s and Sabrina’s eyes. His sister didn’t seem to mind, or even to notice. She just hung on every word Alex uttered. But Matt found the regular flashes to be very distracting. Several times he became so fixated on the ring or the glass that he lost the thread of the conversation entirely, rejoining it later with a start, almost as though waking up.
After one such lapse, Matt was shaken back to reality as he heard Alex saying, “…So I guess it’s about time we have our little chat. Do you want to go into the den, Matt?” Matt thought at first that he was being asked to leave them alone. Then, registering Sabrina’s encouraging expression, he realized that Alex meant to have a chat with him. Had he asked Alex for an interview? He’d meant to, but he couldn’t recall the subject having come up. Maybe Bean had said something? Feeling confused and woolly-headed, he followed Alex to the paneled room that had been his father’s study.
A fire was going in the den fireplace, and the warmth of the room made Matt feel even more befuddled, but he tried to pull himself together. “So, Alex, how exactly did you and Sabrina meet?”
Alex continued to fiddle with his ring as he answered, the reflected firelight flashing into Matt’s eyes as regularly as a heartbeat. His voice, soft, rhythmic, and persuasive, giving gentle emphasis to certain words and phrases, continued to spin the seductive, neurolinguistic web he’d begun during dinner. “We met at a dinner party given by one of our mutual friends. I was feeling so tired I almost didn’t go. I’d felt as though I wanted to stay home and just relax, but I couldn’t disappoint my hosts, so, tired as I was, I went. Sabrina was sitting by herself by the fire, and as soon as I saw her, I couldn’t look at anything else. It was like I was hypnotized. She was so beautiful in the ring of firelight…”
Matt felt as though he were really losing the thread. His eyes seemed locked on the damn ring, and his eyelids were feeling absolutely leaden. He tried to rouse himself, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive, and his thoughts seemed to have slowed to a crawl. In the meantime, Alex had gone on talking. To the drowsy young man, it wasn’t making sense. What was he saying?
“…feeling yourself relaxing and letting go… your eyes so heavy… so sleepy… all you want is to close them and listen to my voice… to stop thinking… stop willing… to just give in and sleep… sleep… sleep….” The blond boy no longer looked grown-up in the least. All of the awareness had drained from his handsome face. Slumped blank and expressionless in his dark-blue suit, he now looked like a sleepy little boy who had been playing dress-up in his father’s clothes.
Alex’s handsome face had a grin of pure evil as he watched his future brother-in-law succumb to his spell, just as Sabrina had fallen a month before. Her fortune would still be his, exactly as he’d wished, but as soon as he’d seen a picture of her brother, a new plan was already forming in his mind. For, as lovely as the sister was, the brother was much more to Alex’s taste. He’d go through with the marriage (and with Sabrina’s mind totally under his control, there would be no problems convincing her she was deliriously happy), but young Matt would be the one occupying the bridal chamber! And anyway, weren’t two trust funds better than one?
“Matt, stand up.” The mesmerized young man rose obediently to his feet. “You’re deeply hypnotized, and you will want to do anything I tell you. You can’t resist, or even consider resisting. Isn’t this true?” Matt sleepily agreed. “You are very fond of me, and very impressed with me. You feel completely comfortable with me. In a moment, I’ll snap my fingers, and you’ll be awake again. You won’t have any memory of what went on in here. All you will recall is that we had our little chat, and I satisfied all your concerns. You look forward to the time I shall be married to Sabrina. Do you understand?” Again the blond head nodded, helpless as a puppet’s. “But before I awaken you, we will agree on one more thing,” Alex continued. “Whenever you hear me say ‘Look at the firelight, Matthew’, your eyes will close, and you will instantly be back in this completely relaxed, completely obedient state of deep hypnosis, ready to do whatever you are told. Now, repeat the words I’ll say to re-hypnotize you.”
“Look at the firelight, Matthew.”
“Excellent.” Alex squeezed Matt’s shoulder in a far-from-brotherly way, enjoying the feel of the young man’s firm muscles. “Tomorrow you’ll meet me for lunch at my apartment and we’ll talk some more. For now…” Alex snapped his fingers and Matt’s eyes opened.
Matt found himself grinning. He hadn’t realized that he’d been quite that worried, but now that he was certain Sabrina was doing the right thing, the relief was immense. This guy was terrific, and she was as lucky to be getting him, as he was to get her. He grabbed Alex’s hand and pumped it manfully. “Welcome to the family.”
The following day, around lunchtime, Alex, dressed in sweats, pretended to be surprised when Matt showed up at his door. “Well, hello, Matt. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. What’s up?”
If Matt were disconcerted by this, he didn’t show it (but then again, he wasn’t consciously aware he was there by prior invitation). As far he as he knew, it was all his own idea, so he replied, “I was just in the neighborhood and wondered if you might be free for lunch.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Alex said cheerfully. “Come on in and sit down while I change into something a little more restaurant friendly.” Then, as his future brother-in-law took a seat on the couch, he added, “In the meantime, why don’t you look at the firelight, Matthew?”
Matt barely had time to say, “Wha…?” before his conscious mind shut down and he was back in deep trance. Alex looked at the helpless boy and felt his dick instantly spring to life. Matt’s handsome face, now so blankly innocent in its spellbound sleep, his hot young body, relaxed and limp, turned Alex on enormously. He went right to work, taking Matt through all of the deepening exercises and mental rewiring he hadn’t had time to perform the previous night. After about an hour of concentrated effort, he’d had obtained Matt’s signature on the paperwork which would make Alex a co-signatory for the boy’s trust fund, had convinced him that he must drop out of college and move into the mansion with the new couple when they wed, and, in short, set everything up to keep Matt a hypnotized sex toy for as long as he felt like using him. All that remained was to teach the straight little blond studlet the skills his new master would demand. Alex again paused to ogle his young slave now stretched out on the couch under his complete control. This was going to be a blast!
“Matt, obedience to my voice is the only thing in your world now. If you try to resist any of my orders, you will only find yourself obeying them all the faster, as the effort of fighting my commands will exhaust you. You no longer have any strength or will.” Alex gave him just a moment to process that, and then said, “You are five years old now, Matt. You will let me undress you and get you ready for bed, just like the sleepy little boy you are. Stand up, son.”
Instantly all traces of maturity were wiped from the young man’s innocent face. “Yes, daddy,” he lisped sleepily, as he staggered to his feet.
“Good boy.” Alex ruffled Matt’s soft blond hair and began to remove his tie, reflecting how there was something extraordinarily sexy about this innocent, yet intimate act. He continued, loosening the collar button, and, at the same time savoring the feel of the soft, soft skin of Matt’s throat, peppered with sharp, invisible blond stubble. The hypnotist made quick work of the remaining buttons and soon was able to free Matt’s relaxed arms from both jacket and shirt, leaving his torso bare. Magnificent! Alex loved the look of the smoothly tanned, almost hairless young body, so perfectly toned and sculpted. He had always felt that rich boys (or at least the ones who weren’t lazy) had the best bodies, since “upper-class” sports like tennis and horseback riding built such well-balanced, unexaggerated musculature. The hypnotist proceeded to unbuckle Matt’s belt and unzip his trousers, with no sign of resistance on the boy’s part. On the contrary, Matt stood quite passively, blinking sleepily at his master, just like the biddable little boy he now believed himself to be, as Alex pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles. The hypnotist drew in a breath of admiration. Damn, the kid was very nicely equipped! “Lift your right foot a little,” he ordered, and then after freeing it from the clothing, repeated the process for the left foot. The beautiful golden boy-man, his future brother-in-law, stood before him, now totally naked and totally enslaved. Alex took his strong, young hand, now limp and unresisting, and led the boy to the bedroom.
“Look me in the eyes, Matt.” The glazed, hypnotized eyes locked on Alex’s instantly. “You’re no longer five years old. It’s December of 200_, and you’re nineteen, just as before.” That indefinable something that belonged to the adult male returned to Matt’s otherwise vacant expression. Alex continued, “From now on, you will have no sexual interest in women, or even in other men, unless I command it; the only sexual interest you have is in me. You live for those moments when I shall require your body; everything else is just marking time. Do you understand, boy? I am the center of your universe.”
“ I understand.” Matt’s voice was dull and slurred, but his gaze, still locked on Alex’s, was now hot with desire.
“Kneel down and suck my cock. Do everything you’d want, if someone were giving you head.”
Matt, vanquished and mind-fucked, sank to his knees, trembling with a mixture of fear, desire. As if of its own accord, his mouth dropped open and he engulfed Alex’s waiting erection. Even though his own cock was rock-hard in response to the hypnotic compulsion, the boy nearly gagged at the unfamiliar taste and texture. Alex immediately began a period of instruction, totally successful due to Matt’s helpless entrancement, until the boy was sucking with the enthusiasm and proficiency of an expensive hustler. Soon, Alex was gasping and moaning with pleasure. Fighting for self-control, he ordered Matt to cease cocksucking and stand back up.
Alex then began his own oral exploration. Matt, as the hypnotist expected, was delicious. He smelled young, fresh, and clean, with just a little hint of his natural male musk – exactly the way Alex preferred. And his stiffened dick was a perfect fit in the hypnotist’s hungry mouth. If Alex had been a more giving sort, he might have been enjoying the act for its own sake. To him, however, it was merely another tool to deepen the boy’s enslavement by taking advantage of his natural sexual response. Pausing briefly (as Matt whimpered with disappointment), he said, “You will soon be having an orgasm, Matt. It’s going to be so powerful that you will lose yourself absolutely. Along with your cum, you’re going to shoot your entire being into me and be completely empty. From that moment, you will have no existence until I provide it.” He returned to his chore with a vengeance. Matt squirmed and moaned uncontrollably with passion, but also with fear, as some deep part of him, though helpless to resist, still recognized his peril. Then his body took over, and the orgasm could no longer be denied.
As Matt’s spasms subsided, he became eerily still, scarcely even seeming to breathe. His pale, beautiful face was empty, its expression as vacant now as that of a robot whose power has been switched off.
Alex, wiping the dribbles of cum from his face, viewed this appreciatively. He took the boy by the shoulders, and turned him around. It was rather like dealing with a catatonic; Matt was pliable enough, but as soon as the hypnotist stopped coaxing him, all motion would cease and he would hold whatever position he was in at the time. Without even bothering to give the hypnotic suggestion, Alex greased up his throbbing cock, bent the doll-like young man over the end of the couch, and drove into his ass. There was no resistance, or even reaction, on Matt’s part. His tight little rosebud yielded easily, and the hypnotist’s erection took possession. Alex found it to be a little like using a blow-up toy, yet the resilience of the firm young buttocks, the slick, hot texture of the tight, virginal passage, the sexy male scent rising from Matt’s warm skin, as well as the shear beauty of the helpless boy, all far outclassed anything a mere mannequin could offer. Knowing that his own orgasm couldn’t be held at bay much longer, the hypnotist whispered into his victim’s ear (between gasps of pleasure), “When I cum in your ass, Matthew, I take possession of you. My essence fills and transforms you. My will becomes a part of you all the way down to the cellular level, as impossible for you to deny as your own DNA.” He drove even deeper and harder for a few more pumps and then blasted his load into the hot hole, permanently sealing the deal on Matt’s enslavement.
It was a beautiful wedding; everyone said so. Sabrina was a radiant vision in her gown, and Alex was as handsome as a fairy-tale prince in his tailored tux. Many of the female guests grew especially teary as the bride walked down the aisle on the arm of her adorable little brother. No one commented that both the bride and her brother looked a little glazed about the eyes. But then, no one but Alex could have possibly realized that both of them were functioning under deepest hypnosis. No one but the groom knew that, as Sabrina was reciting her vows, Matt was helplessly repeating them silently right along with her, or that they became, in that instant, as binding upon him as any oath he might have taken more freely on his own behalf. And finally, absolutely no one but the evil hypnotist knew that, when the wedding party left in the limousine, they hadn’t been on the road for two minutes before the hypnotized young man was on his knees, giving head alternately to the groom and to the mesmerized bride.
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