The following story contains fictional accounts of hypnosis/mind control and m/m fantasies. If such subjects offend you or you are under 18 do not read any further.
Tom was a little surprised at how young the kid was. When he’d made an
appointment to see the boyfriend of his neighbor’s daughter, Donna, he
had assumed he would be a little older than she was. Since she was a
college sophomore, he’d expected at least a senior. This kid looked
more like a senior in high school.
The thing was, Donna couldn’t stand the smell of cigarette smoke and he
had tried and failed to quit. This was his last chance – if he couldn’t
stop, she’d said they would have to break up.
As a therapist who used hypnosis routinely in his work, Joe was often
looked on in his neighborhood as a miracle worker. He’d had a
particularly high rate of success with habit-breaking, and smokers were
among his most frequent clients.
This kid, though – Joey was his name. He didn’t even look old enough to
buy cigarettes. For his first session, Tom decided just to get to know
him – find out what his motivations were when he was smoking. He put
the kid in a light receptive state and took him through the whole
experience – from pulling out a cigarette to lighting it to smoking it
to putting it out.
It turned out he was pretty typical – Tom found a strong desire for
acceptance combined with a real oral fixation. Joey had always looked
young for his age, and he hated it when the other kids treated him like
a baby. In addition, his mother had kept him on the bottle until he was
almost 5, and he never got over the need to be sucking on something when
he wanted comforting. It all seemed promising and pretty
straight-forward.
Just for the hell of it, he left a post-hypnotic suggestion that Joey
would very much want to talk to Tom about his sex life.
After he woke Joey up, Tom talked in generalities and waited to see what
the kid would do. It didn’t take long before Joey volunteered that he
was still a virgin where girls were concerned. He’d fooled around with
other boys a few times but he was always embarrassed when their cocks
were bigger than his. Nowadays he generally avoided being naked in
front of other guys.
As the session ended, he told Joey to come back in two days, and this
time to bring his gym bag with him – he might want to change into gym
clothes if they decided to try some physical exercises. Joey had no
problem with that – anything for Donna.
Shortly after the next session began, Tom put Joey into a light trance
and told him that he was alone in the locker room, changing for gym
class. Joey immediately began stripping. With no sign of embarrassment
whatever, he finally pulled down his briefs, leaving himself completely
naked in front of the doctor. His body was perfect – full chest, small
waist, big round bubble butt, muscular legs, all smooth and hairless.
His cock was not large, but it wasn’t particularly small either.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
As he reached for his gym bag, Tom told him he wasn’t going to need his
shorts – just the jockstrap would be enough, since he was alone. He had
the kid run through a number of exercises, taking advantage of the
opportunity to watch his bare buttcheeks bounce. Then he had the kid
reverse the process, returning to the locker room to get dressed.
This time he gave him a post-hypnotic suggestion that his asshole was
starting to itch and that when Tom asked him whether he was feeling all
right, he would ask Tom to give him a rectal exam to check it out. As
he snapped his fingers to end the trance, the kid relaxed into his
chair.
A minute later, though, Tom could see him start squirming around. As
they talked, the kid edged one hand under himself and tried to
surreptitiously scratch his asshole. Tom let him squirm and itch for a
while, then finally asked “Are you all right, Joey?”
The kid gasped a little (his hand was somewhere underneath him) and
blurted out, “Doc, would you please give me a rectal examination?” He
blushed at the sound of his own words. “Uh, it itches,” he added,
trying to explain himself.
“What itches?”
“Uh, my, uh, ass,” he managed to get out, blushing furiously.
“Stand up and turn around, Joey,” he ordered. The kid did as he was
told. “OK, lower your pants to your thighs, please.”
Slowly, Joey unfastened his belt and zipper, lowering his pants
gingerly, revealing his big round asscheeks, snugly enclosed in his
white briefs. “All right, now the underpants.”
The kid paused, blushed again, then finally reached behind to his
waistband and lowered the briefs slowly down to mid-thigh.
Tom took the boy’s shirttail and raised it up high above the kid’s
waist. “Hold your shirt up so it doesn’t get in the way, please.” Joey
obeyed, using both hands to hold the shirt.
Tom gripped one cheek in each hand. “Now, where does it itch?”
“Uh . . . in the middle, kind of.”
Tom immediately thrust the fingers of his right hand deep into the kid’s
asscrack. “Here?” he asked, rubbing his fingertips up and down the
kid’s tight little hole.
“Uh . . . yeah.”
Tom reached for a tube of cherry-flavored KY in his desk drawer, spread
some over his fingers and began rubbing it over the kid’s hole.
“There. This should soothe the itch. How does that feel?”
The kid’s eyes were closed in blissful enjoyment of the sensation.
“Good. It feels real good.”
“Good. Now I’m going to press some up inside. This may feel a little
funny at first.” Tom pressed his forefinger slowly into the kid’s
asshole, giving it plenty of time to spread and get used to the
stretching at each stage, until he finally had his entire forefinger
inside, pressed to the second knuckle. Joey grunted a little during the
process, but didn’t complain. Tom pumped the finger slowly in and out a
couple of times. “There. I think that’ll do it. The itch will slowly
go away as this lotion sinks in. Anytime this happens, just let me
know. It’s no problem at all. Now just bend over and let me take a
closer look.”
The kid bent over, and Tom spread his big, round cheeks wide. He leaned
in and carefully examined the kid’s tiny pink asshole as he pulled his
finger slowly out. He rubbed the lips a few times as they slowly
contracted after the finger was withdrawn. They ended up tight, only
slightly flushed from the friction. “Just let me wipe off the lotion
with this moist cloth before I pull up your underpants.” He leaned even
closer and pressed his tongue against the kid’s pretty little asshole,
licking off the remains of the flavored lubricant. He licked it hard a
couple of times, then pulled back. “There, that should do it. How does
it feel?”
He watched as the kid flexed his hole a couple of times. “Feels pretty
good. I guess that was all it needed. What was that you used?”
“Just some lotion I keep for skin irritations. If you ever need it
again, just come by. I can’t give it out, but I’d be happy to apply it
for you any time.”
The kid blushed even more. “Oh, no. That’s OK. I couldn’t ask you to
do that.”
“No, seriously. Believe me, in my occupation I see a lot of bare asses,
and yours is easily the best-looking specimen I’ve come across in a
while. It actually gives me pleasure to work with a healthy young ass
like yours. During our next couple of sessions, maybe I’ll take a look
at it again and make sure it’s OK.”
“Oh . . . uh . . . thanks. I appreciate it.”
Tom had been holding the kid’s cheeks spread while they spoke. Now he
released them and gave one a swat. He grinned as the kid jumped and the
bubblebutt jiggled and bounced a bit. “OK, you can pull up your
underpants, then.”
“Now, to get back to your original problem . . . I’m going to give you a
post-hypnotic suggestion that should reduce your need for cigarettes.
Don’t think about it, though. Just behave normally. Don’t try to cut
back particularly. Just keep track of exactly how often you smoke and
how many, OK? Then next week we’ll discuss what happened.” He waited
until the kid finished zipping and tucking himself together and sat
down. “OK, now, I’m putting you into a light trance.”
The suggestion he left with the kid was that every time he lit a
cigarette, his asshole would start to itch and would continue to itch
until his bare asshole had been rubbed by his finger.
Two days later, the kid was early for the next appointment. As soon as
he got in, he burst out, “Doc, you’ve got to help me. That itch is
driving me crazy. It’s completely wrecking my social life. Every once
in a while, usually when I’m with other people, the damn thing starts
itching. I just can’t control myself when it does – I’m squirming
around like some kind of kid. It doesn’t stop until I rub it for a
while, and I can’t do that in front of people. It gets so I have to
take off two minutes after I get together with anybody. Except Donna.
Funny – I didn’t think of that until just now. When I’m around her, it
doesn’t seem to happen.”
“Maybe she takes your mind off it.”
“Maybe. But it’s more like it just doesn’t happen.” He threw himself
down in the chair. “But that doesn’t do me much good when I’m with my
buddies. God, it’s humiliating. And the only way to stop it is for me
to shove my finger all the way in – like you did.” He groaned. “And I
can’t do that in front of the guys. They’d think I was queer or
something. Can’t you give me some of that lotion? Maybe that’d help.”
“Does it itch right now?”
“No. It never does when I want it to.” He blushed. “I mean, it just
seems to happen whenever I don’t want it to.”
“Well, let me take a look at it, and maybe I can try another
post-hypnotic suggestion to control it. Take those pants off this time,
and the underpants, too.”
The kid was wearing a pair of exercise sweats with an elastic waist. He
slowly pulled them down over his ass. “Uh . . . couldn’t I just lower
them a little?”
Tom laughed. “What? You’re getting shy? Come on, Joey, I’m a doctor.
Don’t worry about it. I don’t want to have to worry about getting
anything on your clothes.”
Looking very self-conscious, Joey pulled the sweats down around his
ankles and carefully stepped out of them. Underneath, he was wearing
just a jock.
Tom grinned. “Makes it easier to get at that hole, huh?” Joey flushed
and nodded. “I want the jock off, too. Come on, step on it.” Tom
didn’t have much trouble faking impatience. The kid was a born tease.
Joey turned his back and slid the strap down his legs, then, bending
deep, stepped out of it. “Now get up on this chair on your knees and
bend over the desk.”
Joey looked a little shocked, then blushed and followed instructions.
As he got up on the chair, he turned nervously to Tom and asked, “Like
this?”
“Yes, exactly. Now bend over and rest your chest on the desk. That’s
it. Lower. Get your chest and belly flat on the desk. And spread your
legs wider – I have to be able to get all the way in there.”
Joey followed instructions. He kept looking back over his shoulder,
unable to believe the way his bare ass was sticking right up in the air
behind him. After several minutes of recreational ass lubing and
stretching, Tom asked Joey to show him what he did when he had an itch.
Joey reached back and after searching around a little to find his
asshole, slowly pressed his middle finger all the way into it. “Ah, I
see. Very good.” He took hold of Joey’s hand and moved the finger in
and out a couple of times. “And this works, does it? The itch goes
away?”
“Yes, sir, it does.”
“Ah. I can see where it would be embarrassing in public. Pretty hard
to stick your finger up your butt without anyone noticing.” He pondered
a few minutes while observing Joey’s big round butt, his finger deep in
his asshole. “Well, there’s only one thing I can think of – that’s to
pump enough lotion up there to last until next session. That might
work.”
“Anything, Doc. This is driving me nuts.” Joey suddenly realized he
still had his finger up his ass and self-consciously pulled it out. He
stayed bent over with his ass in the air, obviously considering that the
doctor was still examining him.
“Well, OK, Joey, for this you’ll have to stand on the floor with your
legs as wide as you can get them, then bend over again just like you are
now. Rest your upper body on the desk.” Joey followed instructions,
ass jutting high in the air, legs (and cheeks) spread wide. “Now keep
in mind that the pump is a little bigger than your finger – or even mine
– so you might feel a little pressure. I’ll just put you lightly under
so you don’t feel it.” Tom put the kid in a relaxed state, with his
eyes closed – too tired to open them – too relaxed, etc.
Finally, he dropped his own pants and shorts and quickly greased up his
rock-hard cock. Slowly he began massaging Joey’s tiny virgin asshole,
just to loosen it up. Finally, he began pressing his cock against the
relaxed lips of the boy’s hole. Slowly, very slowly, the lips stretched
and parted, as millimeter by millimeter, the cockhead pressed its way
in. Joey grunted and moaned as Tom forced his cock deeper and deeper
into the hot tight hole. “How’s it feel, Joey?” he managed to gasp.
The boy groaned. “It’s so big! It’s so tight! Oh, God!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really – it’s just so big. I feel like I’m stuffed full.” He
groaned again.
“Just relax, relax. It’s almost all the way in now.” Slowly, Tom
forced the long cock shaft all the way into parts of the kid’s ass that
had never been stretched before. Finally, he felt his crotch grinding
into the kid’s big soft cheeks. “Now I just have to pump it in a few
times – make sure we get enough lotion in there.” Tom slow-fucked his
long cock in and out half a dozen times before his over-stimulated balls
began spurting deep into the kid’s ass. “That’s it. That’s it. Feel
the lotion, Joey? That should feel good, right? Feel the soothing
lotion up your ass?”
“Oh, yeah! I feel it. It feels like it’s filling me up. I think
that’s enough, isn’t it? You should stop now before it starts leaking
out. OK? Stop, please. My ass is a little sore.”
Tom pulled out, buttoned up, and brought Joey out of the trance. “How
do you feel? OK?”
Joey stood up and reached back to his ass. “Uh . . . yeah, I guess so.
Kind of sore, though. That was sure a big pump. Where is it, anyway?”
“I put it away already. It’s got to be kept sterile.”
Joey fingered his puffy pink ass lips. “It feels kind of loose. I hope
the stuff doesn’t leak out.”
Tom reached over and moved the kid’s fingers away. “Here, let me clean
it up.” He wiped off the cum that was dripping out of the stretched
hole, reaching well up into the hole to get everything that was likely
to leak. “That should do it. Next session, you’ll have to let me know
how it worked. Maybe we’ll just do this every week or so until
whatever’s causing the itch goes away.”
“Gosh, I sure appreciate this, Doc. I know you’re supposed to be
treating me for smoking, but seriously, with that itch, I couldn’t
concentrate on anything else, anyway. Not even Donna. Seems like all I
could think about was my ass. I’m sure glad you’re not turned off by
all this. You’re sure an easy guy to talk to.”
“Well, I’m supposed to be. That’s my business.” He smiled. “But when
I’m dealing with a fine young man like you, it’s really easy. You’ve
got a lot of spunk. Not many guys would let me get up their ass that
easy – most guys would put up quite a fight. It’s nice to meet a kid
without all those hang-ups about body parts.”
Joey smiled and blushed. “Well, actually, I’m pretty shy about stuff
like that. I don’t even like undressing in the locker room. But – I
don’t know – you just made it real easy.”
“Well, enough of this mutual admiration society. Let’s get back to your
real problem – your smoking.”
Several minutes later, Joey left, burdened only with some post-hypnotic
suggestions that might actually help him cut down on his smoking. Plus
just one little suggestion that he might not be as interested in Donna
as he thought, and that he might be a little curious about the size of
the dicks of the guys that he undressed with in the locker room.
--
During the same time that he was working on Joey, Tom had occasion to
take on one other client of the young male variety.
This one had been referred to him by the coach at the local high school,
and was a simple enough case. Bobby had a pathological fear of being
naked in front of the other kids. This caused a good deal of trouble,
since Bobby was a particularly gifted wrestler, and the logistics of
having him dress and shower alone at all the practices, let alone the
meets, were a nightmare. The coach wanted to keep him on the team, but
he felt he just couldn’t keep this up. He’d talked to Bobby and the kid
understood – he’d have to get over it or he was going to be cut from the
team.
At the first session, Tom put the kid under and had him strip, telling
him (the usual) that he was alone in the locker room. Even that seemed
to give him a little problem, but Tom decided to stick with it rather
than switch it to something less threatening, like his own room.
And the kid did manage it, finally. Tom was impressed by the kid’s
desire to change almost as much as by the kid’s body. Although once he
was naked, Tom was unable to get beyond that body. He was truly
gorgeous – strong, muscular build, smooth tan skin – a real Adonis. His
tits were full and sensual – the broad dark nipples drew the eyes, made
you want to feel them, squeeze them, lick them. His ass was spectacular
– strongly muscled but sensually smooth, rounded cheeks arching abruptly
from the boy’s narrow waist. The crack between was obviously deep, but
the cheeks were separated enough to draw the eye to the shadowy area
between them, giving the impression that you were looking directly at
his hot little hole.
Tom could see one reason why the kid might be shy about exposing
himself. Even though he was alone in the locker room (in his mind), his
cock was hard as a rock and leaking precum. The problem might be as
simple as embarrassment at exposing himself with a hard-on.
He had the kid continue by putting on his wrestling singlet. The sight
was almost as obscene as the naked view had been. The singlet was
elastic and clingy, emphasizing every curve of the kid’s ass and
basket. His hard cock was visible in detail, while his bare nipples
peeked out from around the narrow shoulder straps.
He brought the kid out of the trance and spoke with him for a few
minutes. The kid gave no evidence of embarrassment whatsoever. Finally
he asked him directly about it – he had the kid stand in front of him
and pointed out that his hard dick was completely visible through the
thin material. The kid was a little embarrassed to be hard, but unfazed
by the exposure. “Everybody’s in the same boat with these singlets.
You don’t want them to get in the way so they have to fit tight. When I
wrestle, I don’t usually get hard like that.”
Tom had the kid stand in front of a mirror and describe his body in as
much detail as he could. His description was graphic, and it really
didn’t seem to bother him. Tom decided it wasn’t a simple fear of
exposing his hard-on.
Tom asked if he had trouble stripping in front of a doctor for a
physical examination. Bobby said he had a little trouble, but he got
over it. It didn’t really bother him that much.
But what was different about stripping in the locker room, Tom asked,
and the kid had no good answer. Tom suggested he try a series of
desensitization sessions – even if that didn’t cure the problem, it
might reveal what was causing it.
He decided to start right then, and ordered the kid to strip off the
wrestling singlet (this time without any hypnosis). The kid managed to
get the straps off his shoulders and the suit down to his waist before
he froze. When he tried to push it further, his hands shook and he
couldn’t go on.
“OK, then let’s try a little experiment,” Tom suggested. He sat in a
chair and had the kid stand in front of him. “So you’re OK with this?”
Bobby nodded, a little uncertainly.
“Now I’m looking directly at your crotch. I can see your cock and your
balls. Your cock is hard – it’s about 6 inches long. It’s either
circumcised or your foreskin pulls back pretty far.” He looked at the
kid. “This bothering you?”
Bobby shook his head slowly. “No, not really. I mean, I feel a little
funny about it, but it isn’t really scary or anything.”
“Good, good.” He patted Bobby’s arm. “Now, what happens if I do
this?” He pulled Bobby closer, took hold of the singlet at the kid’s
waist and pulled it out, away from his body. He looked down inside the
singlet at the kid’s bare crotch. “OK, now I’m looking at your naked
cock. It’s still hard as a rock, looks like, and I can see your balls
further down.” He pulled the suit out a little more. “Look down. See
yourself?” The kid looked down at his own basket, visible from above,
but still technically covered by the suit.
Bobby looked a little surprised. “Yeah.” He looked at Tom, a little
excited himself. “And it doesn’t bother me at all. It isn’t the fact
that you can see my bare dick that bothers me, I guess. It’s just if I
actually have to get naked.” He giggled a little. “Boy, that’s weird.
How do you explain that?”
Tom just raised his eyebrows. “No idea. But at least we’re starting to
understand it a little better. It helps to know what it is that
actually causes the phobic reaction, and what doesn’t.” He looked at
the kid. “And it looks like it doesn’t involve your tits, right?
Having them bare is not a problem.”
“I . . . I guess not.”
“Now, what would happen if I pulled this suit down to your knees? Don’t
worry – I’m not going to do it. Just imagine me doing it and tell me
what you’d feel.”
“Uh . . .,” Bobby stammered, “uh . . . panic, fear, I feel sweaty. I
start shaking.”
“OK, OK. That’s enough. I’m not going to do it. Relax. Can you
relax?”
“Yeah . . . I guess. Yeah. I feel OK now.”
“Well, I think that’s enough for today. We’ll continue this tomorrow at
this same time.” Tom snapped his fingers and Bobby went back into the
trance. “You’re alone again. Change back into your clothes.”
He watched closely as the boy slid the singlet down over his thighs and
dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of it and dressed himself
without the slightest sign of discomfort or embarrassment. Once he was
dressed, Tom brought him back out of it.
“OK, your assignment today is to go to practice. Do whatever you
usually do to change for practice. But then after practice, go into the
locker room with the other guys and stay there until they all leave.
Don’t feel like you have to change or shower yourself. Just sit there
while the other guys do. Watch them – look at their naked bodies. Try
to figure out how they make you feel. Are you uncomfortable looking at
other bodies naked? Or is it just your own that bothers you? Try to be
aware of your feelings. If your locker room is laid out that way, watch
them while they shower, too. If they call you queer, just tell them
it’s an assignment. I’ll talk to the coach about it, so he knows what’s
going on. Go ahead and tell the other guys as much of the truth as you
feel comfortable with. I think they’ll be on your side. And then
tomorrow, we’ll talk. OK?”
“Great!” Bobby looked a little excited. “I gotta tell you that I’m
glad I’m doing something about this problem finally. I got a good
feeling about this – I learned more already today than I ever knew about
it. Thanks a lot, Doc!”
--
The next day, the kid reported in. “Well, I didn’t have much trouble
with the assignment. I told the guys pretty much what it was all about,
so they wouldn’t think I was weird or anything. Then I watched them,
just like you said. It was pretty easy – no nerves, no real problems.”
“And did you watch them in the showers, too?”
“Yeah, just like you said.”
“Did you look at their cocks and balls while they were naked?”
“Uh . . .” the kid was actually blushing, “yeah, I did.”
“And what happened?”
“Well, I was OK with it, but . . .” he stammered to a stop.
“But what?”
“Well, a couple of the guys got hard-ons. I think they were a little
embarrassed that I was watching them. They kept turning away to kind of
try to hide them.”
“And did you look at their bare asses?”
“Yeah . . . same thing. Some of them got hard when they saw me looking
at them back there, too.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Well . . . uh . . . I didn’t get scared or anything. I mean, I didn’t
have the phobic reaction you talked about.”
“Well, what kind of reaction did you have, then?”
The kid was seriously blushing now. “Well, I guess I got sort of hard,
too. I don’t know. There was just something about having all of them
naked in front of me, and me looking them over that was kind of . . .
well, exciting, I guess. Actually . . . by the end of the showers,
practically all of them were hard, you know? It was like a chain
reaction. It got to be almost like a joke.
“Later on, when they were getting dressed, a couple of them acted like
they were strippers in reverse, you know?”
“Not really. Describe it to me.”
“Well, one of them came and stood in front of me and started humming
that Stripper song and started putting his clothes on over his hard-on,
bouncing his cock at me and turning around and wiggling his ass.” Bobby
looked down and blushed. “It was just a joke. Everybody laughed. But
they weren’t really laughing at me – it was OK, you know? They knew
what I was doing and all.”
“You said a couple of them – what did the other one do?”
“Well, kind of the same. He just went a little further – to be even
funnier, you know? He sat on my lap and wiggled his bare ass against my
cock. I still had a hard-on, you know. I was afraid I was going to cum
right there, you know? He started rubbing his cock on my chest – I
don’t know what he was thinking. I think we were all getting a little
carried away by all the horniness. Finally, the coach came out and
broke it up before it went any further.” He gave a deep sigh. “God,
I’m getting a hard-on just thinking about it.”
“Well, whether you realize it or not, that’s all good. It sounds like
the sexuality of it isn’t what’s scaring you, either. That’d be a lot
harder to deal with. No, I think we’re going to be able to get to the
bottom of this. We’re well on our way.”
The kid looked relieved. “You want me to keep on doing that
desensitization exercise?” he asked hopefully. “It seemed to work
pretty well, I think.”
“Yeah. I think that until further notice, you should keep on doing
every day the same exercise you did yesterday. What we’ll try to work
toward is getting you to the point where you can actually strip down and
join in the fun. That’s the goal, right?”
“Right!” The kid looked eager to get on with his assignment.
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