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Hypnosis Ch. 01

By: velokev



I sat in my apartment on my couch trying to make sense of what I was doing. Only months earlier I had been snooping around a male-for-male message board out of pure curiosity when he started the conversation.

His name was Todd. He began pleasantly and we developed a rapport about sports and other mundane things. I wasn't looking for a hook up, and was on my defensive, but the conversations melted away my misgivings. Weeks followed and I looked forward to hearing from him. There was nothing sexual about the exchanges per se, but every once in a while there would be a little innuendo thrown in as a tension breaker. These exchanges being via internet, I would respond in kind, and there was nothing that felt inappropriate about them.

Finally, with the Super Bowl approaching he suggested we make a bet. He was thinking Patriots, I was thinking St. Louis. I couldn't in good conscience agree to New England as I was a staunch Dolphins fan. 

"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" he said. 

"Pretty sure the Patriots lose, yes," I said in response.

"Ok," he said. "Let's make this interesting."

Thinking he meant money, I said, "I'm listening."

"Ok. You're a good bit younger than I am, so I'd feel bad about taking your money. How about the loser has to do something for winner?"

"Like what?"

"Ok, I've got it. The winner gets a blowjob."

I was without words. I mean, I knew there was a little vague sexual tension around, but this was way more out front than I was ready for. I was a straight guy, yes curious perhaps, but definitely not experienced or experimental.

"Cat got your tongue?" he said. "Or are you suddenly less confident in your football knowledge?"

The grade school-like challenge was enough to make me speak before thinking it through. Plus, this was over the internet, and I never had to actually meet the guy if I wasn't comfortable.

"Ok," I said. "It's a deal. The winner gets a blowjob."

The next week was filled with trash talking on both sides. We'd never exchanged photos, but I knew that he was a psychologist, a bit out of shape, and had a way with words. Through conversation, I also found that he dabbled in hypnosis. He told me it helped people with phobias or even mild addictions overcome their issues. I told him that as a cyclist I'd been having a bit of performance anxiety before races and he suggested we try it sometime. It seems like a good icebreaker, but I put a pin in it for some other time. 

The game came and went. I lost to a last second field goal by Adam Vinateri, in what would be the start of New England's dynasty. Roundly beaten, I kicked around the idea of just ceasing all communications with Todd, but remained intrigued about what he'd mentioned regarding hypnosis. The thought of having to give a blowjob was plenty disturbing, though. I'd never had any interested in other guys, save for the curiosities of my classmates in the locker rooms. Never sexual in nature, only comparison and contrast. I could certainly appreciate a well built guy and could say if one was more attractive than another, but I'd never thought of a sexual encounter with one. 

I expressed my nerves with Todd, and he responded by saying that it was just kind of a joke. He didn't want give one either. I was relieved, but it was enough to spark curiosity. After the change in plans, we continued to talk as before. Sexual innuendo continued as well. In the middle of a conversation he might spout off with, "Yeah, well you still should giving me a blowjob." It was met with laughter, but also kept the tension there, just under the surface.

I was a rabid internet porn junkie and used them to masturbate frequently. As I wondered what a blowjob would be like, I began to pay more and more attention to the male actors in the pornos; the size of their dicks, how they came, and what the women did to them. I was increasingly interested in blowjob videos rather than straight-up sex. It became such that just watching another guy cum was enough to get me hard as a rock. 

One day Todd suggested we try a little hypnosis to see how susceptible I was. I wasn't sure about it, but finally agreed to meet up at my apartment the next day and give it a shot. So here I was, waiting for this stranger I'd met online. A man who I'd at one time agreed to give a blowjob.

The knock at the door startled me. I didn't know what to expect, and had I expected anything, he wouldn't have been it. 

"Todd?" I said.

"Yes. Hi Kevin, good to finally meet you."

We shook hands and I invited him in. He definitely wasn't the most physically attractive man I'd ever seen. He was a couple of inches shorter than I, a bit out of shape (as he had previously mentioned), balding, and just generally homely in appearance. We sat on the couch and I offered him something to drink, which he turned down. He quickly came to the subject of hypnosis with me.

"So, do you want to try what we discussed?" he asked.

"Sure. I don't really know what I'm doing, so you'll have to guide me through it."

He told me to lay down on the couch and get comfortable, while he grabbed a nearby chair that he positioned next to me. He sat down in the chair as I reclined. He told me to close my eyes and relax, so I did as he instructed and placed my hands across my stomach. He went through some basic breathing exercises with me and repetitively told me I would be getting more and more loose and relaxed. After about five-or-ten minutes of this I was truly becoming relaxed and felt I was almost sinking into the cushions. Finally he said, "At the count of three you will fall completely asleep. You will be conscious enough to do what tell you to do, but you will be in a completely relaxed state. One...two...three."

At the count of three, I really did feel somewhere between sleep and deep relaxation, yet somewhat conscious of certain things going on around me. Mainly, I was just completely focused on the sound of his voice instructing me. He spoke to me about my anxieties and what was making me nervous before races. He told me that I would no longer have these nervous feelings, but would be in control of myself. He repeated these several times and after each instruction would ask if I understood him. I would give him a simple, "yes" in response. I was in a complete state of focus and calm when the subject veered off in a new direction. 

"Your whole body is completely relaxed from head to toe. You are completely comfortable with me, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Now you are completely relaxed. All your muscles are completely at ease, except for one area of your body. You are beginning to feel a small amount of tension in your groin area. Do you feel it?" he asked.

As he said it, I became focused on my crotch and did feel a bit of movement. "Yes," I said in response.

"You don't know why you are feeling this way, but you are becoming aroused. You can feel yourself getting an erection. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," I said. I felt a familiar twitch in my jeans and began getting hard instantly. 

He continued, "There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are experiencing an erection in front of your therapist, Todd. He is a friend, and you have nothing to hide from him. It's getting very hard now, isn't it? Your jeans are straining to hold it in, aren't they?"

"Yes," I said. My hands instinctively went to the growing bulge in my jeans. 

"That's ok. You are comfortable touching yourself in front of Todd. You're beginning to feel hot in this room. You are even beginning to sweat in your clothes, aren't you?"

"Yes." Just as he said, I was feeling stifled in my clothes. 

"You want to take your shirt off to get cool. Do you want to take it off?" he asked.

"Yes." I quickly pulled my shirt over me head and tossed it to the ground. I felt relief from the heat almost immediately. 

"Good," he said. "You are starting to feel a little better, but you are still hot in your jeans. You want to take them off, don't you?"

"Yes," I said again. With urgency, I quickly unzipped and pulled off my jeans, tossing them nearby as well, all the while keeping my eyes clothes unconsciously. I lay back on the couch in just my boxers.

"You are feeling better, but still a little hot. You are comfortable around your friend and therapist. You want to take off your boxers. You don't have any fears of being naked in front of your friend, do you?"

"No," I said. 

"Take off your boxers," he said.

I pulled them off and felt my hard cock snap back to my stomach. I lay back on the couch completely naked, but still relaxed. I was aware of Todd's voice and his presence but had no misgivings about being naked in front of him. It felt natural.

"You're feeling much better now, and still completely relaxed. You feel comfortable around Todd even though you have an erection. You want to touch yourself, don't you?" 

"Yes." My hands moved to my hard-on and began to stroke it up and down.

"That's good. You are beginning to think of a bet you made with your friend Todd, now. Do you remember a bet you made with him recently?" he asked.

I paused for a moment before admitting it. I continued to stroke myself as he spoke to me. 

"You feel like you want to pay your debt to Todd now, don't you?"

I said, "yes" before I could even think about it. It was completely reflexive and visceral. I knew what was about to happen, but I felt calm about it. I heard him stand up out of his chair, but remained supine in the couch, continuing to stroke my hard dick. 

"You're doing fine. You are continuing to touch yourself while you going to pay your debt to your friend," he said. I heard a zipper open and the sound of a pair of pants with keys in the pockets dropping to the ground. "You are ready to pay your debt aren't you?" 

"Yes," I said. My dick was so hard I thought it might burst. I continued to stroke and grip it in my hand. 

I heard him step forward. "You are going to turn your head toward my voice now, and see the most beautiful penis you've ever seen. When you see it, you're going to want to put it in your mouth. Now turn your head to me."

I did as he told me, and opened my eyes. His cock stared my straight in the face. It was about 6 inches in length, and his ample belly protruded above. Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable urge to taste his cock, so I opened my mouth and went to it. He pushed it between my open lips and I heard him sigh. Precum dripped onto my lips and tongue as he entered my mouth. The taste sent a shock through me and I felt precum oozing from my own dick as I stroked it with my free hand. My other hand propped me up so I could be at a comfortable level with his stiff cock. One of his hands went to the back of my head and he pulled me closer to him. I felt his pubic hair on my face and his heavy testicles beneath. His pace quickened and he began to grunt with each stroke.

"Yes, that's it. You're paying your debt to Todd. You're sucking his cock. You've never wanted anything as much as this. You love sucking his cock, don't you?" he said, breathlessly.

"Yes," I said as I sucked his cock. He wasn't very big and his round belly only made it appear smaller, but I wanted it. I greedily sucked him as much as I could. His balls were slapping me gently in the chin as I took him as far as I could go. I didn't want it to stop.

"Yes, you're going to make Todd cum. You want to taste him when he comes. You've never wanted anything so bad in your life!" he grunted as his pace became more intense. I took each stroke of his cock into my mouth, only wanting more. Then he began to grunt loudly and erratically.

"Oh yes, oh yeah!" he shouted, and spasmed as streams of semen shot into my mouth. He held my head tightly to his crotch and continued to shoot his cum into me. I swallowed as much as I could, but still felt it drip from the corner of my mouth and stream down my neck. He came far more than I was ever able to.

He then withdrew from my mouth and I fell back onto the couch. My own cock began to soften. I didn't feel the need to cum-the excitement of pleasing Todd seemed to be enough for me. I heard him gasping for air as if he had just run a marathon.

"You did well," he said. "You paid your debt and you enjoyed it. Your job was to please Todd and you did very well." I heard him getting dressed next to me. He began having me put my clothes back on, and I did, returning to the same recumbent position on the couch. Finally, he had me start to awaken slowly, and by the end I was fully awake. 

I sat up on the couch feeling strange, but not having a clear recollection of what had transpired. He told me it was very productive, but that we may need some more sessions to really get "to the root of it". I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes, but something told me we would be doing this therapy again very soon.

Hypnosis Ch. 01



Author's Note: This story is erotic fantasy written by Cirelo. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. 

Cirelo 2014 

Enjoy, and thanks in advance for your feedback! 

***** 

It was nearly an hour into the show when she arrived. Everyone in the room noticed immediately, Jack included. She was gorgeous, with perfect ivory skin that was exquisitely offset by the midnight black hair that cascaded in gentle curls down her back. She was dressed to impress in a scarlet evening gown that bared her shoulders and had a neckline that made Jack think of phrases like "heaving bosoms". Her hands were covered by matching gloves that went up to her elbows. The outfit probably cost more than Jack paid for a year's rent. Probably a lot more. 

It was more than just her looks that attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Granted, she looked like she could be a model, but she also had a presence, a charisma that was almost tangible. 

She was accompanied by a man in a suit, but he was a driver or bodyguard, not a boyfriend or husband. Jack could tell from their body language that he worked for her. 

He was good at reading body language, on an almost instinctual level. Sometimes he just knew what was going on in a person's mind. It had helped him play for college by selling his art, something he knew was an incredible rarity. It was hard enough to make it in the art business, and making enough to live on and pay college tuition while only painting and promoting his art part time...well, he knew he was very lucky. But it was helped by his intuition. He could tell when someone was interested, and he could tell when someone could afford to buy but needed to be convinced. And he was rather good at convincing. 

And now he knew that this woman, with her perfect figure and expensive clothes, needed to be persuaded to buy his painting. 

*** 

It took her almost an hour to make her way around the gallery, almost like she knew he was waiting for her, and she was playing hard to get. She stopped to look at every. Single. Painting. In the whole gallery. She talked to the artists, flirted with other art critics and collectors, and took her time, ignoring him entirely. 

In the mean time Jack was busy, of course, chatting with potential buyers, patrons of the gallery. He knew right away which ones were just there to look and which ones might be interesting in another painting of his in the future. None of them were right for the one painting he had here today. It was big, flashy, expensive, not for the average art collector. This one was for her. 

Finally, she swayed up to him, her lip quirked in a hint of a smile. She stopped in front of him, just a little closer than most people would, and looked him straight in the eyes. Her eyes were dark, like her hair, eyes that promised dangerous things. Jack did not flinch, did not pull away. He knew she was trying to get the measure of him, and he was definitely not going to back down. 

She slowly let her gaze drop away, sliding down his chest, and lower, and then back up to his eyes again. Then, just as the tension was becoming almost to much, she smiled, a quick flash that was gone almost as soon as it arrived, and she deliberately looked past him at his painting. 

She was quiet for a moment, still, as she absorbed it. Jack waited, wanting to let her break the silence. 

"It's beautiful." Her voice was soft, and rich, like dark honey. 

"Thanks." He kept his voice calm, although he felt anything but. This girl, no, this woman, was incredibly sexy. Incredibly, dangerously sexy. And if was going to keep in control of this conversation, make sure that it ended with her buying the painting and him paying his tuition this semester. 

"Not exactly daring, stylistically." Ouch. "But it is beautiful." 

"I was going for the classical look. Anyone can dump a can of paint on a board and call it 'daring art', but that doesn't make it good." 

She glanced at him, smiling a little. Good. "Well said. I tend to agree." 

They chatted for another minute or two, about the style of his painting, how he had come up with the idea, the usual chitchat between an artist and an art appreciator. Not terribly interesting, but part of the dance. Something to fill the air, to give her a chance to study the painting. 

"So, you like it?" He said, finally. He said it the way he said things when he wanted someone to agree, with just a little extra something. She looked at him sharply, eyes narrowed like she had been startled. That was odd. 

She said nothing for a moment, just stared at him. Then "I find that I do like it. How interesting." She stared at him for another moment, as if deep in thought. 

"Very well, I'll buy it. But I want you to deliver it yourself. Tomorrow evening, nine o'clock. Michael, give him a card." She turned abruptly away, and started walking for the door. The bodyguard, or valet, or whatever, handed Jack a business card, then followed her out of the gallery. 

Jack stared at the card. It was glossy black, with an address written in elegant white script on it. 

Well, that had not gone exactly as he had expected, Jack mused, but at least it was a sale. But why did she want him to deliver it himself? He would do it, of course. There was no reason not to, other than the simple oddness of the request. But poor college students could hardly be choosers, so to speak. And besides, maybe he would get a commission or something. 

*** 

"So, how'd it go tonight?" 

Jack paused in wrapping his painting in brown paper, and looked up smiling. Sarah had such a cheerful voice, he couldn't help it. "Great. I sold it." 

"Excellent! Congrats." She held out her fist, and he touched her knuckles with his. "Honestly I wasn't sure you were going to. It's a little pricey." 

"Oh ye of little faith. I just had to find the right person." 

"Well, I'm happy for you. And I bet Michelle is thrilled." Michelle was the owner of the gallery, and Sarah's boss. 

"Yeah, she was pretty happy. I guess she didn't think it would sell either." 

"Well, she took kind of a chance on you. That painting doesn't exactly fit in with our usual stuff. Or our usual customers. You should buy her a bottle of wine or something to say thanks." 

"Heh, it's not her I owe a bottle of wine. She never would have let me in here without your recommendation. So thanks!" 

"No problem. What are friends for?" She leaned against the wall, watching as he finished wrapping the paper around the painting. She was short, a bit over five feet, with bright green eyes, a few freckles, and red hair the color people who dye their hair red are going for. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress, but she had taken off her high heels. She always dressed up for gallery special events, but after three hours her feet must have been hurting. 

Jack stepped back from the painting, and looked at Sarah. "So, what are you up to after this? Want to get some coffee? Or maybe that wine you said I owe you?" 

Sarah smiled, and Jack's heart beat a little faster. But then... "No, I can't, sorry. I'm meeting up with Chris later." 

Chris. Her boyfriend. Of course. "Hey, no worries. I guess I'll see you on Monday then." 

She frowned. "Ugh, don't remind me. We have a quiz." 

"Whatever, you're brilliant, you'll be fine." 

"Heh, yeah right." She pushed herself off the wall. "Well, I guess I had better go. 'Night Jack" 

"Goodnight." 

*** 

It was just a little before nine the next evening, and Jack stood on the street in front of one of the most expensive high-rises in the city. It had taken him nearly twenty minutes to find a parking spot, and five minutes to walk from there. He was glad he had left a little early when he realized the address on the card was downtown. 

The building was making Jack feel a little intimidated, which he assumed was what whoever had designed the thing was going for. The building was big, and the entrance was imposing and fancy enough that it seemed to demand a similar level of visible status from anyone who wanted to come inside. Standing in front of it in his not-name-brand jeans and a dress shirt that was in fashion several years ago, and awkwardly holding a painting as tall as he was... well, no matter. He might as well get it over with. 

Steeling his nerves, he walked through the front door. It was opened for him by a doorman wearing white gloves. He avoided the concierge, who gave him a strange look but otherwise ignored him, and headed to the elevator. The address on the card did not have an apartment number, just the address and "Penthouse". 

He hit the button for penthouse. 

The button lit up red, but for a moment nothing happened. Jack was about to try punching it again when there was a click, the light changed to green, and the elevator started to move. Huh. 

It was a fast elevator, so Jack had hardly any time to think before it stopped with a soft "ding". The door slid open onto a small, but beautifully decorated foyer. It was obviously a private lobby. Wow. 

Standing in the lobby, looking impatient, were two drop-dead gorgeous girls. Teenagers, really, maybe eighteen or nineteen, although Jack was not great at guessing ages. They were both blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauties, and clearly identical twins. They were even wearing matching dresses, although one was red and the other blue. They were both holding their high-heels in the hands, and staring at him. 

"Mmm," murmured the one on the left. 

"Mmm indeed," murmured the one on the right. 

"He's exactly what she said he would be." 

"He sure is." 

"Well," the one on the left said a little louder, to Jack. "You had better get on inside, pretty boy. She doesn't like to be kept waiting." 

They pushed past Jack, and he stepped out of the elevator to let them in. "Sometimes she does," said the second girl. 

"That's not waiting, that's anticipating." 

"Oh, right. Well, she's been anticipating this guy all day!" The sisters grinned at each other, and the elevator door closed. 

What the hell? 

Jack just stood and stared at the closed elevator door for a moment in confusion. What was that all about? 

A man cleared his throat behind him, and Jack spun around. The valet from last night was standing there. 

"Sorry," Jack said. "I didn't hear you come in." 

"Understandable," said the valet. Or was he a butler? "Those two can be somewhat distracting. Which is probably why the lady likes them." 

"Distracting. Yeah." Jack shook his head, to clear it. "Well, I brought the painting..." 

"Yes, this way please." The valet turned, opened a door, and gestured for Jack to go through. 

Jack started to walk, but paused. "Um, what's your name? If you don't mind. I just..." 

"Michael. I don't mind." He smiled, and actually looked a little flustered. It struck Jack as a little odd. 

"Thanks, Michael. Uh, I guess I'll see you later." Jack hefted the painting, walked through the door, and it closed behind him. 

He was standing in a huge living room, the likes of which he had only seen on television. It was decorated in a modern style, mostly grays and blacks and whites. It was gorgeous, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the huge bay windows that covered one whole wall. They looked out over the city, and the view was spectacular. 

"So this is what a penthouse apartment looks like," he murmured. 

"Well, this is what my penthouse apartment looks like." 

Startled, Jack looked towards the voice. It was the woman from the gallery. 

She was wearing a black dress this time, instead of the red evening gown. Although, it was short enough that it probably was called a slip or something rather than a dress. It matched her hair, and offset the pearly white of her skin. 

She was sitting on one of the leather couches, her legs crossed and her arms stretched out across the back of the couch. The position raised her chest, exposing a large expanse of her full breasts, the low-cut dress only barely covering her nipples. 

"Hello, Jack." 

"Hi...um, I don't actually know your name." 

"Don't you? How disappointing." 

And just like that, Jack realized that he did know her name. It was Stephanie. But how did he know? She certainly had not told him. Or at least he couldn't remember her telling him. Right? 

"It's...it's Stephanie. But..." 

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you know my name. And thank you for bringing my painting. And you wrapped it up just like I asked." 

What? 

"I wrap up all my paintings like this." 

"Do you really? With a little red bow?" 

Jack looked at the paper-wrapped painting, which did in fact have a little red bow on it. He had put it on just before he left his apartment to come here. In fact, he had picked it up at the store when he was grocery shopping that morning. And he was not quite sure why he had. It seemed like a good idea for some reason. 

"It...uh, it seemed like it would be nice..." 

"Don't let it worry you Jack. I only had you put a bow on it so I could be sure you would listen to me. I wasn't sure...you are a rather special case." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Put the painting in the corner there, and come sit by me. I will explain." 

Jack put the painting in the corner that she indicated, walked back to her, and sat on the couch next to her. 

Stephanie smiled, and said "Good. Now, this is going to be a little hard for you to accept. I don't usually bother trying to explain it. But like I said, you are a special case." 

Stephanie put her hands on his shoulders, leaned in close, and whispered "Jack, I can make you do whatever I want." 

Jack jerked back. "What? What are you talking about?" He stood up, agitated. "Look, just because you're rich and stuff, and bought a painting doesn't mean that-" 

"Jack, sit down on the floor." 

"-you can just order me around!" Jack sat down on the floor, his legs crossed in front of him. "I only brought you that painting here because I was being nice! I..." He looked down at his legs, crossed in front of him. "I wanted to sit down." 

"Of course you did. Now stand up." 

Jack stood. "But, I wanted to stand. I didn't do it because you said to!" 

"Really? Do you want to sit down again?" 

"No." 

"Sit down" 

He sat. "What the hell?" He sat down because he had wanted to sit. Hadn't he? A moment ago he had not, and then she said to sit and suddenly he had wanted to. Whoa. 

He looked up at Stephanie. She was watching him intently, but said nothing. "Okay, what did you do?" 

She smiled. "Well, that's the trick, isn't it? I'm not really sure, to be honest. I only know that it does work, and I know a little about how it works." She leaned back and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. Jack took a moment to enjoy the effect that had on her cleavage, and then focused on what she was saying. 

"I've had the ability since I was a child. From what I can tell, it works a little like post-hypnotic suggestion, but without hypnosis. It's not perfect. I can't control people directly, I just have a very strong influence on desire. 

"You're probably wondering why I'm telling you any of this. It actually makes it a little harder to affect you if you know what's going on. It gives you a chance to resist. But you are very special, Jack." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You're like me. You have the ability, just like I do. Or at least, you have the potential. I felt it when you told me that I should buy your painting. You've probably been using it a little your whole life, without realizing. But I'm going to teach you." She leaned forward, looked him right in the eyes. "Do you want me to teach you?" 

"I don't know. How do I know you're not doing it to me right now?" 

"I'm not. And I can teach you to notice when it happens. I can teach you how to tell the difference between your own feelings and the feelings that are put there. But look around you." She made a sweeping gesture, indicating the penthouse. "It brought me all of this. It is a gift, Jack. And I want to give it to you. All you have to do is accept it." 

She leaned back again. "But you don't have to give me an answer now. I know what you'll say in the end. Anyway, that wasn't the only reason I brought you here." Her lips twisted in a slight smile. "A girl has needs, after all." 

"Now," she murmured, batting her eyelashes. "Don't you want me?" 

Desire crashed over him like a wave, and he heard it then, for the first time. It was a slight difference in the emphasis of those two words, a subtle weight to them that somehow bypassed his conscious mind and went straight to his emotions. As soon as he realized the difference, he knew he could do the same thing, that he had in fact been doing it without realizing it for a long time. It was how he managed to sell his paintings the way he did. 

The realization flashed through his mind, along with the knowledge that she was manipulating his emotions. But it was only a vague whisper in the back of his mind as raw animal desire ripped up through his consciousness, a fiery torrent that tossed aside every other thought. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything. 

He was rock hard instantly, and moving toward her before he even noticed, tearing off his shirt as he went. He could see buttons popping off and hitting the floor, but he didn't care. 

"Whoa there, tiger. Slow down." He did, staggering a little to keep his balance after moving so fast. "I guess I put a little too much force into that one. Just wanted to make sure you noticed. Now, don't you want to please me?" 

"Oh, yes," he moaned. He really did. She was gorgeous, the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and he wanted to give her every ounce of pleasure he could. 

"Good. Now show me what you can do." 

Jack knelt in front of her, first on one knee, then both. She was looking at him with a hungry expression. Not at his face, but at his chest, bared now that his dress shirt was hanging open. He was not extremely muscular, but he was toned. He rarely worked out, but his body didn't seem to care. Jack did not know why it happened that way, but right now he did not care, he was just enjoying the way Stephanie was looking at him. 

He reached forward and touched her foot, gently. Her toes were perfectly manicured, painted a light red that matched he lipstick. He slowly slid his hands up her perfectly smooth legs, gently caressing her skin. Up, past her knees, along the outside of her thighs until he reached the bottom hem of her filmy black dress. The way she was sitting on the couch, legs just slightly apart, he could just barely see the dark triangle of her panty-covered pussy. 

He slid his hands under the bottom edge of her dress, still on the outside of her thighs. The dress was light and silky, although he was not sure what material exactly. It bunched up a he gently slid his hands higher, exposing more of her creamy skin. She shifted her weight, the bottom of the dress slipped up under and past her ass, and finally he could see her tiny panties. It was a black thong that matched the dress, lacy, and almost see-through. 

Jack grinned in anticipation, and slid his hands up to her hips. He slipped his fingers under the string waistband of the thong and pulled, slowly sliding them down. She lifted her hips again, and the panties slid off, exposing her pussy. He continued to pull them off and slide them down her legs and off onto the floor, but his eyes were locked on his prize. 

Her pussy was beautiful, shaved smooth and perfectly plump. Her inner lips peaked out from the outer lips just a little, like a tiny pink flower. A single, tiny droplet of clear liquid clung to her inner lips, an indication of her arousal that encouraged him. 




Hypnosis Ch. 01



She spread her legs, and Jack slowly moved his face closer. He wanted to savor this. He slid his tongue slowly over her outer lips, and she shivered. He dipped his tongue deeper, just as slowly, tasting her slightly protruding inner lips. 

"Oh, god," she murmured. Perfect, he was pleasing her, which exactly what he wanted to do. Right? 

He slid his tongue in again, deeper this time, running along her slit until he found her clit. He flicked it with his tongue, and she said "Oh god" again, more a moan than words. She spread her legs wider, giving him more access, and he dove in. 

He began to lick her in earnest, starting slowly and steadily, long licks along the length of her pussy, each ending with a light flick across her clit. She began to moan in time with his licks, and he slowly increased his speed. Faster, and faster, with her responding to every lick with a moan of pleasure. 

Jack felt her fingers tangle in his hair, and she pulled his face against her, thrusting her pussy up to meet his lips. He knew it meant she was liking what he was doing, and probably could not control herself, but it made it hard for him to move his head up and down to lick her like he had been. Instead, he pushed harder into her, and began thrusting his tongue into her. 

"Oh fuck yes," she said, louder this time. He tongue-fucked her, sliding as deep as he could, then out, then in again, focusing on going deep rather than going fast. She tasted sweet and just a little tangy, and the scent of her was heady, almost alcoholic. 

She was moaning and pushing her pussy into his mouth, and he started moving faster. "Oh my god, I'm gonna come!" She slurred the words and started to tense up, so he thrust as deep as he could, and reached around to touch her clit with his finger. That contact set her off, and she came, hard, arching her back so that she lifted off the couch and crushing his head between her thighs. 

Her pussy gushed into his mouth, a flood of sweet nectar that he lapped up. It tasted remarkably like some kind of sweet liqueur, it made his head swim. His lapping at her pussy must have kept her orgasm going, because it was several seconds before she relaxed. "Oh my god," she moaned again. "That was the best orgasm I have had in years!" 

He grinned, and moved his mouth up to lick her clit, and at the same time slid one finger into her. He only thrust twice before she came again, actually screaming out loud and writhing, topping sideways off the couch and onto the floor. Jack followed her down, keeping his tongue on her clit and his finger thrusting into her as her orgasm continued. He finally slowed, and then stopped when her one long scream stopped and she started gasping for air. 

He slowly slid his finger out of her, and with one last flick of his tongue on her clit, rose to his knees in front of her. 

It was almost a minute before she moved, and if he had not been able to see her breathing, he might have started to worry. 

Stephanie propped herself up on one elbow. "God damn, that was good. I had almost forgotten how amazing it can be between us." 

She gracefully raised up to her knees, and pushed him back toward the couch. Then she stood, and motioned for him to stand as well. He did. 

She stepped up to him, sliding her hands across his chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms as she did. It slipped to the floor, and her hands traced down his back as she pushed her silk-covered breasts against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his bare skin. 

Her hands slid around to his belt, and as she took it off he slid his hands up her back, lifting the slip up. She lifted her arms to lit him take it off her, then stepped away from him and did a little twirl, arms above her head, letting him enjoy the view. And enjoy it he did. 

Jack trailed his eyes down her body, taking in her full, firm breasts with small pink nipples that were hard from arousal. She had a perfect hourglass figure, a slim waist that sloped out to a flawless ass with just enough bounce but not an ounce more. She was easily sexier than any lingerie model he had ever seen. 

"Like what you see?" She grinned at him, He dark eyes twinkling. 

"I-" his voice cracked, just a little. "Ahem. I really do." 

"Good." She took her eyes off of his and slid them down his chest, toward his pants. "Now let's see what you've got for me down there..." She stepped closer again, and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. She slid his pants down, and his briefs with them, freeing his cock, which was as hard and large as it had ever been in his life. 

"Mmmm...hello handsome." 

She knelt gracefully in front of him, and slowly wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. She leaned in, looking closely at it, as a single drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. She quickly flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, licking off the tiny droplet. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed, and a smile spread across her face. "Mmmm...it has been far too long." 

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. 

"Oh, it's been a while since I've been with someone like us. And we taste so much better than normal people. But didn't you ever learned not to distract a girl, when she could be sucking your cock?" 

Jack nodded. "Sorry." 

Stephanie smiled again, then slowly ran her tongue around the head of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. She popped the entire head of his cock into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it, which felt even more amazing. Then she slipped her mouth off his cock again, and looked up at him. 

"This is going to feel amazing. But don't cum until I say you can." 

She lowered her mouth onto his cock again, and began to suck him in earnest. 

She did not take him deep into her mouth, just sucked and licked the head of his cock while she used one hand on the base, and massaged his balls with the other. It was not the best blow job he had ever had, but it felt great, taking him quickly to the point of orgasm. 

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" 

She looked up at him, and raised her eyebrows. She did not take her mouth off his cock, though, just kept moving it in and out. Then she swirled her tongue around his head, and Jack felt like he was going to explode. 

But... he didn't. 

The pleasure kept building, but he did not cum. He staggered, losing the ability to control his legs enough to stand. All he could feel was the overwhelming, cascading, immolation of pleasure. He collapsed onto the couch, his vision narrowed, blacking out around the edges. 

He did not even noticed when she stopped. His vision slowly cleared, the overwhelming pleasure fading gradually. He became aware of his surroundings again, and Stephanie was still kneeling in front of him, trailing her fingers slowly up and down his cock, which was as hard and huge as he had ever seen it. 

"Back with us?" She was grinning at him. 

"Holy shit. That was amazing." 

"Good. Now, when I count to three, you're going to cum for me. One, two, three." 

He came instantly, the orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. Cum shot out of his cock, the first shot catching Stephanie on the chin. She barked out a happy little laugh, and quickly lowered her mouth to his cock again, catching the next one in her mouth. She swallowed quickly, barely keeping up with the pulses of his orgasm. He spurted four, five, six, seven times, more than he ever had before. He was rather amazed that she was able to swallow it all. 

She let his cock pop from her mouth, and swirled around it with her tongue once. The she smiled up at him, and said "You taste absolutely delicious." 

"Thanks." Jack smiled awkwardly back at her, unsure if he was thanking her for the compliment or the blow job. 

She stood then, quickly, and walked away, heading toward a doorway. He was mesmerized by the view of her beautiful, naked ass swaying as she walked. She glanced over her shoulder, and said "Come on, then!" 

He decided not to question it, and followed her, down a short hallway and into a huge bedroom, with floor to ceiling windows covering two walls. The view of the city was amazing. The bed in the middle of the room was massive, bigger than any bed he had seen. 

Stephanie sat down on the bed, then scooted back a little until her feet were up on the bed as well. The she spread her knees, opening her perfect pussy invitingly and smiling at him. "I want to see what that big cock of yours feels like inside me," she said. "Get over here and show me what you've got." 

He hesitated, just for a moment. He wanted her, but this was going so fast. It felt a little strange. And besides, he didn't have a condom. 

Stephanie's eyes narrowed at his hesitation. "Get over here and fuck me. Make me cum." 

Jack moved without thinking, pushing Stephanie back onto the bed as he moved over her, spreading her legs with his thighs. He slid into her in a single thrust. Her pussy was tight, but wet, and his rock-hard cock entered her like a guided missile. 

Stephanie moaned, her head dropping back onto the silk sheets. "Oh my god, you feel great." 

Jack didn't respond, he just propped himself up on one hand and began tracing the fingers of his other hand over Stephanie's full breasts. He slowly started moving, his cock sliding out of her, then slowly back in. 

Stephanie moaned again, and wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. He resisted, gently, thrusting faster instead, and running his fingers, one at a time, over the tiny nub of her nipple. She writhed under him, her breathing speeding up. 

Jack thrust faster, faster, eliciting moans of pleasure from Stephanie. After only a minute or two, he knew she was close. He pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger, thrust as deep as her could, and she exploded, her body spasming and arching backward, cumming hard. Jack grinned, and kept thrusting, slower now as the muscles of her pussy clenched around him, making her even tighter. 

After almost ten seconds, she started to relax a little from her orgasm, so he started to move faster again, and harder. She started moaning again, in time with his thrusts. 

"Oh - my - god," she moaned, each word in time with him thrusting into her. "I'm - gonna - cum - again! Cum - with - me! Cum - in - me! Fill - me - with - your - cum!" 

He had both hands on her shoulders now, pulling her down to meet his thrusts, hard and deep and fast, and she had her hands on his ass, pulling him into her. She came again, suddenly, throwing her head back and screaming. Her pussy clenched around his cock, pushing him over the edge. He came hard, moaning and thrusting into her one last time, as deep as he could, his seed spilling out in a rush into her. 

Jack collapsed on top of Stephanie, panting. "Holy shit, that was amazing. I'm actually seeing stars." 

"Then let me do the work for the next one." Stephanie pushed on Jack's shoulder, trying to get him to roll over. 

"I think I might need a few minutes, after that..." 

"Nonsense." She kept pushing, and he finally rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She was light, so he was able to manage the maneuver without slipping out of her. In fact, he seemed to be staying hard, even after having his second orgasm of the night. 

"I'm still hard..." 

"Don't sound so surprised. It's one of the perks, you could say." Stephanie began to move up and down, sliding herself along the length of his still-hard cock. "You'll stay hard as long as you want now. And you had better stay that way until I cum at least twice more, or I'll be very cross with you." 

The twinkle in her eye made him smile. "I think I can do that." And the strange thing was, he actually thought he could. He felt as hard and ready as he ever had. A little exhausted from his exertions, perhaps, but certainly not finished with sex. 

She rode him into the night, milking his cock into not two, but three more orgasms for each of them before they finally fell asleep, exhausted. 

As she cuddled up under his arm, just before he fell asleep, he heard her whisper "That was lovely. I think I'll keep you."



Hypnosis Ch. 02



Todd and I didn't meet up online for a couple of weeks following our "session". I couldn't explain why, but I felt weird about it and thought it best to stay away for a spell. When we did speak again over the internet, it was as if nothing had happened, and I was fine with that. We went on like we had before our meeting.

I was still training as a cyclist, and had some races coming up. My problem of pre-race performance anxiety weighed on me in the weeks preceding them, but come race day, I found that I was fine. Perhaps a little apprehensive, but nothing like before. I began to believe that there was something to this therapy of Todd's. As the season progressed, I began to notice the anxiety slowly returning. Asking Todd about this, he said that this is common and sometimes recurrent sessions are required to really get a handle on it. 

After the season ended and football season had once again bloomed, we began to discuss meeting up again. There was something I couldn't put my finger on about Todd, but I cast it aside and agreed to meet up again. He suggested that perhaps we meet up on a Sunday, and that a local hotel room may be more of a neutral place for us as there were lots of distractions at my apartment. With some trepidation, I agreed to meet him.

I had some nerves when were to meet, so when I arrived, he had some beers in the room. I was grateful for them and drained two of them quickly. He had a football game on and we saw watching that for a short while until I felt the alcohol begin to loosen me up. He noticed this and asked if I wanted to start another session.

"What happens when I'm under your hypnosis," I asked.

"Um, nothing really," he said. "Just a little power of suggestion and having you relax deeply." 

It didn't completely put my at ease, but I relented and kicked my socks and shoes off, laying as before, on my back in the bed, listening to the sounds of the Dolphins and Vikings battle each other in the background. 

Todd pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and began like he had the last time, with relaxation breathing techniques and having me focus on the sound of his voice. Everything began to seem far away except for his voice telling me what to do and what to feel. I followed his instructions and by the time he counted backward from 3, I was under. Just like last time. I could even make out parts of the game going on in the background, but remained focused on Todd completely.

He went through the same progression of instruction as the last time, telling me I'd become less and less anxious as the therapies continued. By the time he was finished, I felt perfectly calm and tranquil. 

"Every muscle in your body is completely relaxed except for one area again. Just like last time, you feel the blood rushing to your groin area, don't you?" he asked.

As before when he mentioned it, I began to feel it. My dick began to awaken. 

"Yes," I said, softly.

"You can feel the heat spreading to your penis and starting to harden. You don't feel ashamed of having an erection around your friend and therapist, though. You are completely comfortable around Todd, aren't you?"

"Yes." My dick became hard and quickly strained against the confining garments. 

"You are starting to feel the heat spread from your erection to the rest of your body, now. You are beginning to feel hot now, aren't you?" he said.

Suddenly I began to feel stifled in my clothes, and said, "Yes" as my hands moved up to the collar of my T-shirt to cool off. I felt like I was sweating in my clothes.

"You want to take your clothes off to cool down. Go ahead and take your clothes off," he said. Quickly, I stripped off my shirt and jeans and tossed them to the side of the bed. I felt relief from the heat almost immediately. "You're feeling better, but you are still a little hot in your boxers. You are completely comfortable around Todd, so you're not afraid of taking off your clothes in front of your good friend and therapist. Go ahead and take off your boxers."

I stripped off my boxers and tossed them aside, lying back completely naked again. My dick stood hard at attention against my abdomen. My hand absentmindedly moved toward my rigid erection.

"You are feeling the need to touch yourself. You feel comfortable enough around your friend to touch yourself while he watches you. You enjoy being naked in front of him, don't you?"

"Yes." I stroked my hard dick up and down, and heard the familiar sounds of clothing being unbuttoned, unzipped, and discarded. My body felt completely relaxed, yet a flutter of excitement flashed through me as I touched myself. 

Todd continued, "You loved paying your debt to Todd during our last session, and you feel so comfortable with him that you want to do that again, don't you?" he said. Again, I answered in the affirmative before I could even think to respond. My body was again reacting as if completely under the power of suggestion. I felt a weight onto the bed to my side. "You are going to turn your head to the side and see the most beautiful penis you've ever seen. You are going to want Todd to put it in your mouth again. Turn your head now," he said.

I turned toward him and felt the tip of his cock poke my lips as I did. Precum was already oozing from the tip. I once again saw the familiar mass of pubic hair and round belly above it. As soon as I saw his cock, I wanted it in my mouth again. I opened my lips and he slid it inside me. The taste of slick precum danced on my tongue as my mouth wrapped around his hairy cock. He sighed, "Oh yes," as he moved in and out my mouth.

I continued to stroke my own hard dick as I sucked his. Now he began to take a different tack. "You are going to tell me you love this cock. You are going to need to taste Todd's cock at least once a week," he said. I continued to suck him greedily as he pumped my face in and out. "You're going to be my slave, and I am going to be your master. You're going to want my cock all the time."

He was working me into a furor. I couldn't suck his dick fast enough. I wanted him to continue to fuck my face. He was sweating now. I could smell the musky, pungent odor from his skin. His hairy abdomen began sticking to the skin and I felt a bead of sweat drop from his face onto mine as I sucked his cock. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and said, "You're going to lay there a moment and stroke your hard dick while your master gets something for you."

I lay on my back and lightly stroked my hard dick like I was told. I heard rummaging around at the side of the bed and the sound of a plastic wrapper being opened. Then he spoke again.

"You trust your master, Todd, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You want his cock again, don't you?"

"Yes. I want it," I said, near pleading.

"You are going to do just what your master says to do. You are going to want to do it. You need his cock, don't you?"

"Yes. I need it," I said, squirming.

"Then roll over on your stomach," he said.

Part of my brain was alarming, but I did as I was told because I was still completely keyed in on Todd's voice. I felt his presence to my side and felt him touching my buttocks. "You trust your master and your friend don't you?" Again, I said yes. I then felt something slick between my butt cheeks and he straddled my legs. I felt his cock lie there between my buttocks and his belly on my lower back. 

"You want Todd's cock, don't you?" he asked again.

"Yes, I want it!" I said.

"You are Todd's cock slave now. Todd is your master. If you do what Todd says, he will give you his cock. You need his cock, don't you?"

"Yes, please. I need it," I said, and squirmed beneath him. I felt him slide his slick penis between my cheeks down to my rectum. 

"Todd is going to stick his cock inside of you now. You want him inside of you. You need his cock. You are going to be his bitch, aren't you?" he said.

"Yes. I need it," I said. Then he pushed past my virgin rectal sphincter and a blinding pain shot through me like a bullet. I gasped loudly, but he only pushed his weight down on my back. Slowly he advanced his hard penis deeper inside me and the pain did not subside. 

"You are going to want Todd to fuck you. You need to have his dick inside of you. You LOVE his cock, don't you?" he said.

I couldn't respond. The pain was so intense that I bit the sheets beneath me. He slowly moved deeper into my ass. "Yes, you love your master's cock. Tell him you love his cock," he said again, and again, I could not respond. There was pain, but the feeling of him inside my ass was pleasurable at the same time. The weight of him on top of me, with the sweat from his hairy chest and belly fell upon me was intoxicating. His face came down to my ear as he pushed his cock slowly out and back into my ass. He half whispered, half growled into my ear, "You love this cock, don't you? Say it. Say you love this cock."

I could only gasp in response. The feeling was too much. He very slowly increased his pace. The sweaty hair on his chest and belly was abrasive, yet slick on my back as he rocked back and forth. Again he spoke in my ear, but louder, "Tell me you love this cock. Say you love this cock in your ass. You need it, don't you!"

"Yes!" I shouted into the bed. "I need your cock!"

"That's right, bitch. You're my little bitch now. You need your master's cock. Take this cock! Take it deep in your ass!" He shouted as he fucked me. Sweat poured off him onto my back now as his arms propped him up to give him better leverage. He stopped and angrily lifted my ass into the air, and quickly shoved his cock back inside me. He was plowing into me now. Talking all the time, and berating me, "You love this cock, don't you! Tell me you love this cock, you little bitch!"

"I love your cock!" I shouted back repeatedly. His cock was not so big that it hurt now, but fit perfectly inside me. The feeling of his weight and sweat was turning me on as much as his dick plowing in and out of me. Suddenly he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back again. 

"You're my bitch, now. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch. Just like a girl. I'm going to put my cock between your legs and you're going to wrap them around my hips. Do you understand?" he said.

"Yes! Please fuck me!" I said in response. I was not the same person. I was beside myself with lust, now. All I wanted was him inside me. 

"Beg me for it," he said. "Beg me for this cock. Beg your master for this cock to be inside of you."

"Please," I said. "Please give me your cock. I need it!"

"That's better, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a girl now," he said. He pulled my legs open and his hard cock found my asshole. He then pushed his was back in with much less resistance than before. His protruding belly lay partially on my balls and cock as he leaned forward, forcing me to wrap my legs around his lower back. He began fucking me even harder now. "That's right, bitch! Take this cock! Take it in your ass!" he shouted. I responded in kind and pulled him in closer to me. His mass on top of me was driving me wild. His sweat sheeted off him with each thrust, burning my eyes and falling on my face and chest. The entire bed shook as he continued to plow into me, faster and faster until his grunts took on a new urgency.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm gonna cum. You're going to take my cum in your mouth!" he said as he quickly pulled out and ripped off the condom. He shuffled awkwardly up my body, straddling my chest. He held his cock in front of my face menacingly and stroked it. "This is going to be a huge load, I can tell! Here it comes!" he shouted.

With his free hand he roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled it off the bed, toward him. His other hand gripped his stiff, slick cock. A slow pulse of clear precum poured out into my open mouth, and then he threw his head back and grunted loudly as two huge blasts of semen shot from his dick across my face and into my right eye. He then quickly stuffed his cock deep into my mouth, where pulses of thick, white, salty cum sprayed the back of my throat. He tightly held my head to his cock, but the combination of his penis and so much cum caused much of his load to pour out of my mouth. I swallowed all I could, but it was even more than our previous encounter. He groaned as his dick twitched one last time before starting to soften in my mouth. 

My right eye burned fiercely from his cum shot and sweat and semen seemed to completely cover me as he pulled his penis from my mouth and dismounted my chest. I felt utterly spent. My rectum was sore and I reeked of musky sweat. "You did well, slave," he said. "You are going to remember that you need this cock next week, and every week afterward. You are going to feel a need to meet me again for more therapy, and I will give you the treatment you need. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said, lying on my back. 

He started the shower and instructed me to enter it and rinse off, which I did. When I emerged, he had removed the soiled bedspread and had dressed himself. He had me lay back on the bed after dressing, and slowly go through the motions to have me regain full consciousness. 

As before, I woke as if from a deep sleep, remembering nothing concrete about the session, only being confused at the state of the room and the smells. I felt dehydrated and Todd gave me a bottle of water, which I consumed instantly. The Dolphins won, we shook hands again and departed. I felt much the same as the last time we'd parted and wondered what that in fact meant. Either way, I would see how this latest round of therapy worked for my cycling and would see Todd again online at some point in the near future.

Maybe the following week. 



Hypnosis Ch. 03



About a week had passed since I'd last met with Todd, and I had thought fleetingly about it, but the following day I had a race and did well in it, so I chalked it up to the therapy I was receiving. There was something strange about the way I thought of him, though. I felt as if he was getting something out of these sessions that I wasn't aware of and that I should be a little wary of him. On the other hand, the therapy was definitely working and that was undeniable.

On the day that was exactly one week from our last session I had a few things to do for the day, errands and such. But at one point I felt a strong urge to talk to him. I suppressed it at the time as I had things to get done, but as the day went on, the need grew stronger. Finally, I rushed home and found him online.

We exchanged pleasantries and I told him I didn't know why but I felt like I needed to meet up with him today. He acted surprised and said that he was busy as well. Normally I would have blown it off, but the need was growing steadily.

"Please, Todd. I know it sounds like begging a little, but I really feel like we need to meet up today. Can you come over here at least?"

"Well, I don't know. I've got some places to be. I really shouldn't."

"Please. Look, I don't know why, but I really feel like I need to meet you. Like it's essential to my therapy or something. I'll pay you if you want to." I was pleading now. I was aware of letting my guard down, but it really felt like a drug I needed or something. I needed, somehow or another, to see this man.

"No, I was doing this as a favor to you. I don't want your money," he said. I was becoming anxious now. 

"Look, Todd. I know this all sounds strange, but please. I'll do anything. Whatever you want."

There was brief pause in our exchange, and then his message came back to me as I sat there in front of my computer impatiently waiting. Why am I acting like this? I wondered.

"What do you mean by 'anything'?" he asked. "You sound like you need to see me pretty bad."

"I do, and I'm not sure why. I just feel I really need to meet up with you today," I said. 

"That's interesting. I wonder why? Has the therapy been working for you?"

"Yes, it's been working great actually. Just for some reason I felt like I needed to get with you. So what do you say?" I asked, hopefully.

"Well, I'm really busy. I don't know if today is a good idea. I'm doing these sessions in my free time, you know?"

I was becoming more and more needy and frantic. I couldn't control myself. "Look, really. I'll do anything. Anything at all. I really need it."

"Well, we'll discuss 'anything'. I guess I can swing by if you need me that bad," he said.

I was suddenly relieved. "Great! Come on by." For some unknown reason, my dick twitched and started getting hard in my shorts. I couldn't deny my excitement, though I had no idea why. Why in the hell am I getting hard? I wondered.

"Ok, be there shortly," he said. 

I sat on the couch, pensive and impatient. Finally, after an eternity, I heard him drive up.

I invited him in and we chatted in the living room, next to the couch. "So, sorry about all this, I don't know what came over. I'm glad you came, though."

"It's ok. I didn't understand the urgency. Why do you feel like you need it so bad?" he asked.

"I don't know. As the day grew on, I felt a stronger and stronger urge to contact you. Maybe it's about the therapy, like it's going to stop working or something. What do you think?"

"I don't know, really. So, what did you mean by, 'anything'?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Well, I mean, anything, I guess. I was getting a little frantic. What do you want? Are you sure you don't want me to pay you?" I said.

"No, no money. You sound a little suggestive when you say that, though. Are you sure you're not asking for something in particular?"

Confused, I said, "I don't think so...I just feel like I really need your therapy...I..."

He cut me off, "It looks to me like you're asking for something, alright." He eyed me up and down, deliberately. "Your therapy is working fine. I think you just need me around you is what I think. In fact, I'll bet there's a part of me you want more than anything else." His hand moved to his crotch and caressed the bulge in his slacks beneath his round belly.

"What?" I said, defensively. "No, I don't mean that!" I was mildly shocked, but then also noticed the bulge in my own shorts. So did he, apparently. 

"Why do you have a bulge in your shorts, too? I believe we met on a male for male chatroom, right? I think you need something of mine, alright," he said. He took a half step toward me. I backed up a little toward the couch, until I felt it behind my legs. 

"Wait, I think you've got me all wrong. I was just curious. I'm straight, really. I just wanted your therapy."

"Oh," he said, stopping. "I see. Well, I can see I've made a mistake. I should go. Sorry about that," he said. He turned toward the door. 

All at once I had a panicked desire to stop him. "Wait!" I shouted. "Please, don't go. I just...I thought you'd help me with my therapy like you said."

He stopped and turned toward me. "Only if you will really do 'anything' like you said."

I was being pulled in two different directions. I had a compelling need for him to stay but alarm bells were ringing in my head that he was making me do something I didn't want to do. My cock was hard again. I didn't understand why. 

"What do I have to do?" I asked nervously. 

"That depends on how willing you are to admit what it is you really want from me," he said, slyly. He walked up closer to me, rubbing his crotch. His bulge was growing. This bald, overweight, homely looking man completely had a hold on me somehow.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My hands were shaking from the nerves. My penis was swelling in my shorts despite obviously being uncomfortable in the situation.

"Just tell me what you want. What part of me is it that you need to have?"

"I don't know what you mean, Todd. I...I mean..." I stammered.

"You want what I'm holding here in my hand, don't you? Just tell me. Tell me you want it. It's ok. Admit it," he said, continuing to slowly move closer to me.

I could hardly speak. He rubbed his dick through his pants and stared at me. He stood inches away from me now. I couldn't let myself admit it. I wouldn't do it.

"Ok, fine," he said, suddenly. "I'll leave. See you around," he said, and quickly turned for the door.

"Stop!" I said again, instinctively. "Wait. Please. I don't know what to say!" I was trembling. My dick was hard in my shorts.

"Tell me what you want from me, or I'm leaving right now," he said. His hand went to the doorknob.

My hands went out to him like I wasn't in control of them anymore. I went to the door and blocked it with my body. 

"Well?" he said.

"Ok, I want...want....your....dick. There, I said it. Your dick," I said, ashamedly. As the words came out, my penis strained against my shorts. 

"You want my cock?" he asked. "Prove it. Show me how much you need this cock."

Involuntarily, I knelt on the ground before him. "Please. I want it. Is that enough?" I asked.

"No. You might just be saying it," he said. He began unbuckling his pants and dropped them before me, with his underwear. There he stood before me with his hairy cock pointed at me. He unbuttoned his shirt so it stood out of the way. "Now suck it. Show me how much you want my cock."

I was frozen. I didn't feel I wanted this at all, but my hands went to his stiff member. Precum oozed from the tip. He shifted forward and his cock approached my lips. A shiny, glistening drop of precum dripped down from the tip of his penis as it loomed toward my closed lips.

My first instinct was to turn away. I was repulsed by his appearance, my apparent weakness, and the fact that I was being forced to do something my mind was screaming at me to repel. I felt ashamed and embarrassed to be in this position, physically and figuratively. My brain was frantically calculating reasons as to why I was allowing this to happen, and what I could do to get out of it, but my body refused to listen. This was like a drug I needed, and his departure would put me into withdrawal. None of it made sense.

Then his rigid penis touched my lips and the precum dripped slowly down to my chin. A flame was immediately lit inside me. Like an alcoholic pulling in a fresh draught of beer or a junkie getting a hit, the feeling coursed through me. I needed this. All reasoning was abandoned. My lips parted ever so slightly and I sighed. Seeing this, he very gently pressed forward, and the tip of his hot penis just entered my lips. The precum touched my tongue and I knew what I needed. It was his taste. This cock taste. One of his hands moved gently to my head and slid to the side of my face. My mouth parted more and his throbbing cock entered my mouth for what I though was the first time. 

He sighed, "Oh yesssss," as he entered my mouth. "That's good." I took him into my mouth and let the drug work on me. I was sucking cock. I was voluntarily sucking another man's stiff cock. The soft, but hairy skin slid over the surface of my tongue and I tasted more of his precum. My eyes pin wheeled with the sensations. I was absolutely lost in wonder. My head slowly moved back and forth on his rigid tool, taking in the new scent, the texture, and taste of this new drug of mine. I pulled out and licked the underside and quickly put it back in my mouth. He was moaning softly now as I sucked him off.

"Yeah, suck that cock. That's so good," he said. "Lick my balls, now. Put them in your mouth,"

I did as I was instructed and went toward his hairy, full scrotum. While my own penis was substantially larger than his, his testicles outsized my own by a great distance. They hung very low and seemed out of contrast with what they were attached to. I took each one in to my mouth and sucked on them. The thick hair tickled my nose and face, and the musky scent filled my nose, serving to further excite me. My dick stood at rigid attention in my shorts, but I was only focused on what he held before me. I knew I was being forced to do this, but no longer cared. My will had been supplanted by the need for his cock. 

He pulled away from me and my mouth, tried to follow him. He held my head at length from him and told me to stand up. I did, and told me to show him to the bedroom. I walked briskly to my personal space and he followed, grabbing his clothes off the floor. He entered the room right on my heels. Pushing me back to my knees, he said, "You're doing great. Now put this cock back in your mouth."

I greedily started sucking him off again. Now his hips were rocking back and forth as he fucked my face. His hands both went to my hair and served to steady my head as he plunged his tool in and out of my mouth. Occasionally he would slow and force it deep into my mouth until my nose and face was held firm to his abdomen, the tip of his cock just entering the back of my throat. My first reflex was to gag, but I relaxed and was able to take it. 

"Oh yeah, that's right. You take this cock into your throat," he growled as he continued to fuck my face. "Suck this cock, boy. Suck it!"

He pulled his cock out of his mouth and told me to lay down on the bed. I stood slowly and he went to his pants, pulling out what looked like a condom wrapper and a small, palm-sized plastic bottle. I stood there looking at him, understanding what this likely meant. Again I was fighting two different instincts; first, to refuse this forceful, non-consensual assault; and second to succumb to the addiction I was feeling for his cock. 

"Lay down on the bed," he said. He ripped open the condom and drew it onto his cock as he approached me.

I stayed where I was, still weighing my options. 

"I said, get on the BED!" he growled, and pushed me forcefully on to the bed. My first reflex was to try and push back, but the bed was right behind my knees and I fell on to it. He immediately fell on top of me, his great mass, outweighing me by at least twenty to thirty pounds, pinned me. He started trying to roll me over to my stomach, but I refused. He sat across my chest, and I saw his cock pointed at me. The sight of it made me lose my focus, and he quickly grabbed my opposite shoulder, spinning me beneath him and pinning me stomach down to the mattress. I felt cool lubricant being dripped onto his penis over my back and then his slick, rock hard cock between my buttocks. More lube was dripped liberally over the crack of my ass, and both of his hands went to my arms, rendering them useless.

"Don't you see?" he asked. "You're my bitch, now. That's right. You want this deep inside you, don't you?" 

I refused to answer him, though most of me did want it, and I knew it. My arms hurt under his hands and the pain welled up inside me. I tried to push against him, but his round, heavy belly exerted too much pressure. I was completely pinned beneath him. 

"No," I said. "Please stop," I said. He laughed.

"Playing hard to get, eh? You want my cock. That's why you begged me to come over here. Now you're going to beg for it again. You need my cock inside you."

"No, please stop!" I shouted back. "Let me go!"

His left hand moved down to his cock as his chest and his chin pushed down on my left shoulder so I couldn't gain any leverage. I felt his cock between my buttocks, searching for the opening. I reflexively tightened my butt cheeks together to resist him, but he just chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's right. Make it tight for me. Just like it was tight when I first gave this to you the other day."

I froze. "What?!" I asked sharply. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He told me, "Oh we've already done this. Last week under hypnosis you weren't nearly so resistant. You took my cock easily. You couldn't get enough of it. That's why you wanted me here today. You need more of this hard cock inside of you."

I was shocked. I had been taken advantage of by Todd. He had been making me his bitch under the hypnosis "therapy" I had been receiving. Now I understood. Suddenly images of him sticking his cock into my mouth and in my ass flooded my head. It was as if the barrier of his hypnosis therapy had been lifted, and I could see all that went on while he used me.

As I considered this, his stiff penis found my rectum and immediately began applying pressure to it. It slowly slipped in past the sphincter muscle. "Yes, that's it!" he moaned as he entered me. "Now you see. Now you see what we've been doing all this time. Now you know that you need this. You know you need my cock, don't you?"

I winced as his cock invaded me. I felt helpless and ceased trying to push him off me. The pain of him entering my body shot through me and my face pressed into the mattress below. I tried to relax as he slowly slid inside me. 

"That's right. Take this dick, boy. Tell me you need this. You love my cock, don't you? Tell me," he said.

I kept my face buried into the bed as I adapted to the foreign rod inside of me. The pain was subsiding and was being replace by a slow building euphoria. The endorphins inside me were coursing through my arteries and I found myself wanting him again. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew that I did want this. I did need his cock inside of me. He slid deeper, passing yet another sphincter and suddenly bottoming himself out. His thick tangle of pubic hair pressed firmly against the back of my buttocks. He was in to the hilt, now. I gasped deeply.

"Tell me. Tell me you love this cock," he said. He pulled back and slowly advanced his dick inside my bowel, stopping again when his hips met my buttocks. The feeling was intense and I was euphoric now. My hips rose almost imperceptively, as he slid deep into me. I gasped with each of his slow thrusts. He moved his face next to my ear and said, "Tell me you love my cock. Say it. Say you need it. Say you love this cock inside of you."

Again, he slid out and back in, this time he pushed harder and with more force. I yelped as he rammed his tool home. He repeated his demand again, "Say it. Tel me you love this cock. Tell me you love it."

"I...oh God, I..." I stammered. Again he slammed his dick into me, grinding his hips into my ass. His left arm wrapped around my chest and his right slid under my arm and cupped my jaw, turning my head to the side. His 5 O'clock shadow was like sandpaper on my face.

"Say it. Say you love my cock. Tell me how bad you want it," he repeated.

"I want it," I whimpered. "I want your cock." He started advancing his pace, moving his hips in and out like a piston. I moaned loudly with each of his thrusts.

"That's right, boy. You want this cock. You love it, don't you? Tell me you love it. Tell me you love my cock. Say it," he said again.

"Yes!" I cried, as I abandoned all reason and restraint. "Yes, I love your cock! I love your cock! Oh God, yes!" I shouted.

"Yeah, that's it! You love my cock! Now take it! Take this dick inside you!" he growled. Sweat was now dripping off his hair, thick body onto mine and the sensation was almost too much for me. He rammed in and out of me mechanically and he continued to tightly wrap his arm around my chest. Then he put both hands on my hips and rose to his knees, pulling my hips up with him. He roughly spread my legs apart, and began fucking me doggy-style. 

"Yeah, now you're my bitch, aren't you? Say it! Tell me you're my bitch!" he growled as he slammed into me. 

"Yes! I'm your bitch!" I cried. The feeling was beyond euphoric now. This was my drug. His cock was my addiction and he was feeding it to me like my life depended on it. His hips slapped against my buttocks loudly and his balls slapped against me with each aggressive thrust. He drove it into me like a jackhammer. "Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!" I shouted. "I love your cock! I love your cock!" I started repeating as he plowed me.

"You're my bitch now. You're going to let me fuck you whenever I want now. My little cock slave. You only want me cock, don't you?"

"Yes! I only want your cock! Fuck my ass with it!"

"Are you my cock slave, now? Say it!" he shouted.

"Yes! I'm your cock slave! Oh God, yes!"

"You're going to let me fuck you whenever I want aren't you, you little bitch! Keep telling me! Keep telling me you want my cock! SAY IT!" he shouted. He slapped my ass with his flat palm hard. The sound echoed around the room.

"Oh YES! I want your cock! I need your big dick! I love it! I love your cock!" I shouted back. He slapped my ass again and again. The pain of him slapping me combined with the ecstasy of his cock inside me and drove me over the edge. He then grabbed the back of my hair and pulled up. I had a sudden feeling of deja-vu has he tugged my head back so my eyes looked at the ceiling and my ass pointed up as high as I could, arcing my back. I knew that he had done this to me before. "Yeah! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" I continued.

"You want my load, don't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth, and you're going to suck it all off me, bitch. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"Oh, oh God," I kept saying. The though of another man shooting his semen into my mouth worried me. 

He yanked harder on my head and asked again, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?!" he said, louder.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Cum in my mouth! Give it to me!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot this load in your mouth, bitch!" he shouted. Suddenly, he let go of my head and collapsed onto the bed in a heap. He aggressively tossed me over so I lay on my back and he straddled my chest. He pulled off the condom and stroked his cock brutally up and down. The purple head was thick and menacing. He leaned forward and pulled my head up to greet his throbbing cock. "Yeah! Here it comes! Take my cum, bitch," he demanded.




Hypnosis Ch. 03



I opened my mouth as he told me and he shoved his hot penis back into my mouth. I tasted the latex and lube as he forced it deep into my mouth. Immediately, his penis jerked and splashed the back of my throat with thick semen. He held my head forcefully to him, saying, "YEAH! YEAH! Swallow my cum, bitch. You swallow it all, now! Suck it all off my cock!"

I started swallowing, feeling the thick, hot cum travel down my esophagus. I kept it all in my mouth greedily and sucked what I could from his spasming penis. He grunted with each jerk of his cock until no more came from his dick. His breathing slowed a little and he pulled out of my mouth. "Open your mouth," he said. I opened it and showed him it was empty.

"Good. You swallowed my cum. You're a good bitch," he said. "In fact, you're so good that I'm still hard!" I looked at his cock and it remained stiff as steel as he stroked it. He moved back between my legs and spread them apart. I felt completely spent and couldn't have fought back if I had wanted to. "Yes, this looks familiar. I fucked you like this last week. Just like a bitch. Like a girl," he said. He pulled my knees up around his hips and guided his still throbbing, hard cock back into my abused rectum. He slid in easily. My face grimaced for a second as he passed into my depths. "Yes, that's it. Just like a little bitch. MY bitch. Here, take this cock, bitch."

He started fucking me yet again. I moaned with each thrust of his cock. He pulled my legs up in the air and held me by the ankles, then slid his hands to my thighs so he could slam into me harder. My feet were on either side of his head, straight up in the air. He brutally plowed his dick in and out of my ass again and again, berating me. "Take that cock, bitch! Who's ass is this?" he shouted.

"It's yours! It's your ass!" I said.

"That's right. That's my ass! Tell me you love my cock, you little cunt! Say it! Say you love my fat cock inside you!" 

"Yes!! I love your cock! Give it to me! I'm your bitch! Fuck my ass!" I shouted in response. 

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna gum again! I've got another load for you, bitch! You're gonna take my load again, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yeah! Give it to me," I pleaded. With that, he pulled out and clamored back up to my chest and stroked his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he began shooting his cum all over my face. Spasm after spasm sprayed thick, white, warm semen all over my face in amounts I couldn't begin to imagine possible. He shot about 17 times across my face until I was covered in the gooey, salty cum. It burned my eyes, dripped off my face, stuck in my hair, and dripped into my still open mouth, but I didn't care. He squeezed his now softening dick, forcing the last drops of cum into my gaping mouth. The drops fell onto my tongue and I swallowed them gladly. 

"Yes. You did good, boy. You took all my cum." He climbed off of me and walked across the hall to the bathroom. I heard him splash water onto his face and towel himself off. My eyes remained closed because of the semen covering them. I was too tired and spent to move. I just remained on my back, my own cock softening like Todd's. I didn't feel the need to cum. I knew that my job was to please him. I knew I was addicted to his cock and would be satiated for now. 

As he got dressed beside me, he said nothing. Finally, as he was walking away, he said, "See you next week, bitch. Call me when you need me again." The front door closed off in the distance. 

I woke what must have been hours later in the same position. The cum on my face had crusted over into a mask and I could hardly see. I stumbled to the bathroom and started the shower. The water washed away all the evidence from my body, save for the soreness in my rectum. I was repulsed in a way, but fatigued as from a good long distance run. It felt good at the same time. I didn't need anything now, but I was sure the need would return and when it did, I was sure I'd be seeing Todd again very soon.