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Michael and Me

By Hyptrance

 

Chapter I

 

   Michael Shannon has been my best friend since grade school. His family moved into the house next door when we were both eight, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. At that age it was because I liked the same games as he, the same movies and books, the same foods, and because we always cracked each other up. Later, when adolescence struck, I noticed that I also really liked his pretty, long-lashed Irish green eyes, his wavy chestnut hair, his cute nose, and the very sexy shape his body was beginning to acquire. Mike, of course, had no clue about my newfound interest, so my designs on his handsome face and his tight little butt remained just fruitless daydreams.

   This all changed the summer we turned eighteen. My Uncle Bryan (my dad’s much younger brother, only six years old when I was born, and, at twenty-four, as wild as they come) gave me for my birthday present a book titled “Hypnotism Made Simple”. It was accompanied by a card containing a “wink-wink, nudge-nudge” joke about how the information would be useful to me since I still didn’t have a real girlfriend. Well, I had no use for a girlfriend, but it certainly got me to thinking about Mike (not to mention a few other guys, like Mike’s older brother Rick, a high-school gymnast, now off at college, or, for that matter, Uncle Bryan himself, blond, compact, and deceptively innocent-looking, like all the men in our family).

   You see, one of my earliest sexual memories, long before I would have known to call it such, was of watching an old Popeye cartoon on TV, in which a hypnotist called up Olive Oyl and put his spell on her over the phone. Just three words: “Come to me”, and she put on her hat and marched off to him like a zombie. Although, even at that early age, I had an inkling that I would have preferred it if he had made his call to Johnny Quest instead, my little pecker still got hard at the thought of having that kind of control over someone, and, when I grew old enough, hypnotism became a regular feature of my fantasy life, even after I understood that it couldn’t really work like the cartoon version. However, until I received the book, it somehow had never occurred to me that this was something I could actually learn to do.

    I devoured that book, and then read it again, and then again, studying it harder than anything I had ever studied for school, until I was (I hoped) ready to try my skills. Mike was, of course my first choice for a subject, and I had no trouble getting his cooperation. From the time I had mentioned the book, he was fascinated by the whole idea, proposing himself as a possible guinea pig before I could even ask. The hardest part was putting him off until a weekend when my parents would be out of town, since my agenda required privacy, though naturally he didn’t know that. Then I invited him to keep me company in the empty house over night (a common arrangement between us that would not arouse his suspicions).

   Mike informed me that his folks had family friends over for dinner the evening in question, and that he was expected to attend, but could come over in the early afternoon to hang out, and then return afterwards for our “bachelor night”. This necessitated a small change in my plans. I had thought to keep him in trance until he was under deeply enough to accept the suggestions I really wanted to plant. Now I would have to try a short trance experience first, (enough, I hoped, to condition him to return to the trance state on command) and then work on him again, all night if need be, after dinner.

   When the weekend finally arrived, and Mike was sitting in my living room waiting for me to hypnotize him, I was so excited I could hardly keep myself from springing a boner, although I managed somehow. I had sneaked a couple of beers from the fridge, to loosen him up, and though he was by no means drunk, he was definitely relaxed. I began the induction by having him concentrate on his breathing, then went on to the progressive relaxation the book recommended. At first, I couldn’t be certain that it was working, but then, as I kept on, I began to see signs that Mike was being affected. He began to slump in the easy chair, his head lolling on the headrest. I switched to suggesting that he was growing sleepy, that his eyelids were getting heavy, and immediately they began to drift shut, his eyes taking on a sexy, bedroom look that came near to ruining my concentration. Finally they closed all the way, his thick lashes curling against his cheeks. Experimentally I lifted his arm. It hung heavy in my grip, his strong young hand soft and limp.

   “Mike,” I told him, “You are fast asleep now. Nothing can disturb you. You won’t pay attention to anything but the sound of my voice, and you can’t awaken until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

    Mike sleepily mumbled his assent, and then I went to work increasing the depth of his trance. I was so worried that (a) he might be teasing me by faking it, and (b) that he wouldn’t become hypnotized enough for my purposes, that I probably did the greatest overkill in the history of hypnosis. I made him do every deepening exercise in the book, some of them, twice, and then I tried every test. Mike couldn’t separate his clasped hands; his arms floated into the air, and he couldn’t lower them; he couldn’t resist falling forward or back; couldn’t open his closed eyes; panted in imaginary heat and shivered from imaginary cold; laughed at a suggested comedy and (to my amazement) even wept over an illusory tragedy. I made him unable to remember his own name or address, and he struggled uselessly for five minutes to come up with them, until I touched his forehead to release him from that suggestion. By this time it was nearly five o’clock, and I needed to wake him up to go home for dinner, so it was now or never to acquire the control I wanted.

   As Mike lay in the recliner, looking delightfully innocent and helpless, I said to him, “You will listen carefully to the following instructions. They’ll be the most important words you have ever heard, and you’ll obey them completely, with no thought, hesitation, or resistance. You know that I know your name, so whenever I, and only I, say to you, ‘What’s your name?’ you will answer immediately, ‘Michael Shannon’, and in doing so will instantly go back into a deep trance like the one you’re in now, each time twice as deeply as ever before. Now, repeat those instructions.”

   Mike obediently repeated his orders, and then I brought him out of trance, first carefully erasing all memory of having been hypnotized, and planting a compulsion to return right after dinner (in case his parents tried to keep him too long), along with a strong suggestion to wear something a little sexy.

 

   As soon as the dinner hour was over, young Michael was ringing my doorbell. When I let him in, I looked him over. It was a subtle change, but I could see that my suggestions had taken (at least concerning the sexy clothes). He had on a form-fitting polo shirt in a blue-green shade that set off his eyes, and a pair of jeans that were tighter than usual, showing the ass and basket of my dreams (and, unless I missed my guess, also indicating that he wore nothing underneath). His hair was boyishly tousled, and other than that his face was innocent of any awareness or anticipation, he looked just as he might if he were going out on a hot date. He plumped down on the couch, laughing about how great it was to get away from the stuffy dinner party, and asking if there were anything good on the tube.

   “I think there’s a game on in about a half an hour,” I said. “Oh, by the way, what’s your name?”

   Mike looked surprised. “Michael Shannnn…” He collapsed in a stupefied heap before he could even finish pronouncing it.

   I looked at his vacant eyes, the helpless blankness of his face, that hot body so nicely gift-wrapped, and the erection I had been fighting off for so long finally surged to full hardness. “Mike,” I said, “Don’t you think it’s too hot in here?” He nodded solemnly, like a little boy. “That’s right,” I continued. “It’s so hot you can’t stand it. The only way you’re going to be able to get comfortable is if you take off every piece of clothing you’ve got on. But there’s a problem. You don’t remember how to remove any of your clothes!”

   Mike began to squirm. His hands scrabbled ineffectually at his collar and then at the buttons of his jeans, as his face became more and more distressed. I spoke again. “Who’s your best friend?”

   “You are, Joey.” I loved the new quality of his speech, so soft and sleepy.

   “Well, if you ask me to, I’ll help you take off those clothes.”

   “Come on, Joey,” he pleaded, “You gotta help me! I’m burning up! Get this stuff off me!!”

   “Okay, I’ll help you undress, but each piece of clothing I remove is not only going to make you cooler and more comfortable, it’s also going to make you hornier and hornier.” I knelt down and tugged off his shoes, one at a time. Although Mike is basically a clean guy, and I could tell that he’d showered recently, there was still a little sweaty boy funk in his shoes and rising from his socks. When I stripped them off next, Mike gave a little gasp and convulsively licked his lips. I could see that his crotch was becoming fuller. I untucked his shirt and pulled it off over his head, making sure to allow my self plenty of hand-to-skin contact on the way. My hypnotized friend’s breathing became even heavier, and I could see a small, dark wet spot developing by the fly of his jeans where the head of his cock was tenting the fabric.

   I realized that Mike needed some help in the self-control department, or the night would be over before it started. I quickly instructed him, “No matter how turned on you get, you won’t cum unless I tell you to.” Then I undid his jeans slowly, button by button, savoring the suspense. I was right about the lack of underwear. First his soft bush was exposed, surprisingly thick considering how little body hair he had elsewhere. Then his throbbing erection found freedom. I could smell the delicious scent of his arousal. “Lift up your butt, Mikey,” I ordered him, and when he complied, I pushed his jeans down, then, as he subsided back onto the couch, pulled them the rest of the way off. As this last item of apparel was removed he moaned with helpless lust and his hips thrust involuntarily. So there he was at last, my best buddy, beautiful as a young god, buck naked, hard, and totally in my power! I was out of my clothes as is they were on fire.

   “Mike,” I asked him, “Who’s the sexiest girl you can think of? You must be totally honest with me, and with yourself.” I wanted a fantasy figure that I could use to conceal from my hypnotized friend’s mind what was actually going on. The book had said subjects obeyed suggestions that agreed with their own wishes a great deal more readily than ones that didn’t.

   “Jessica Martin.” That was a surprise. Not that Jessica wasn’t a little bombshell (in a blonde bimbo sort of way), and a lot of guys followed her like dogs, but I’d never seen Mike look at her twice, and had gotten the impression that he thought she was boring and cheap.

   “So you think about her when you jack off?” I pressed, to be certain.

   “No,” came the soft response. Now I was confused.

   “You do jack off, don’t you?” Again he gave that mesmerized, serious-little-kid nod.

   “Well, who do you think about when you play with yourself? Remember, you’re unable to lie” His lips worked, but no sound came out, and he began to squirm a little. “You have to answer me; you can’t resist. You can feel the words forming in your mouth, and no matter how hard you try to stop them, they are going to come out by the time I count to three. One, two, three! Answer!”

   “Joey!” he gasped. “I think about you, Joey.” Then, in a softer voice, “Sometimes I think about Rick, too.”

   HOT DAMN!!!

   There were beads of sweat on his forehead from the stress of that admission, and the blank hypnotized indifference of his expression was beginning to fracture. Quickly I began to issue soothing suggestions, talking him back down to a deeper trance level. When he was once again blissfully zoned out, I instructed him to empty his mind and sleep deeply until I talked to him again, also reinforcing the suggestion that he couldn’t wake up until I told him to. Much as I wanted nothing more than to grab him and “have at it”, I needed to think about this.

   My original horny plan had involved this one night only; a single taste of heaven that would have had to last me. Since Mike (I thought) was straight as an arrow, and I liked (okay, loved) him far too much to risk either his emotional well-being or our friendship in some science-fiction attempt to change him, I had only anticipated being able to give him a hand-job, or, at most, a blowjob, letting him think it was just a wet dream about his favorite fantasy lady, and contenting myself with the memories.  Now that I knew he wanted the same thing I did, everything was different. This could become the real thing. This could be the love of my life!!

   Damn, that boy was one hell of an actor! Why couldn’t he have given me a hint? But then, I had been just as good at playing my part, hadn’t I? And he might have had the same reasons for hiding his feelings that I did; the same love, longing, and fear of loss, of rejection. I had to go for it, but how? I couldn’t very well just wake him up and say, “Oh, by the way, while I had you under I made you reveal your deepest secret, so I know you want to jump my bones. Let’s get it on.” His embarrassment and sense of betrayal would be beyond repair. No, I had to come up with a way to make him aware that I was available to him, while short-circuiting any shyness that could prevent him making his move once he realized it might be welcome.

   First, I had to get him dressed again. “Mike, it’s not too hot anymore. You can remember how your clothes work again, so put them back on.” In a way, this was almost as cool to watch as the initial disrobing had been (but only almost). His apparent unawareness of me was a voyeur’s dream. When he had reassembled his apparel I flipped on the television and continued. “There is a delete button in the middle of your forehead. When I press it you’re going to forget completely everything we’ve done or said since you went into trance this evening. You won’t even remember that I hypnotized you this afternoon. As far as you’ll be concerned, we’re still waiting for a chance for me to try to put you under. You will count silently from five down to one, and by the time you reach one you will be awake in your normal consciousness, relaxed and feeling good, with no awareness that we have been doing anything other than watching the game on TV. But you will also feel extremely romantic; so filled with desire that you won’t be able to resist acting on it any longer. You’re going to have to try to seduce me!”

    I sat down beside him on the couch, and reached over to touch his forehead. For a second Mike’s expression became even more vague (if that were possible); then I could see his lips move slightly as he began to count to himself. After a moment he shifted in his seat slightly, his eyes regained their normal focus, and he was “back”.

   We had been watching the game for only a few minutes, when I noticed (sensed really, more than saw) that Michael was no longer looking at the television. I turned my head to see better, and caught him staring at me with an intense expression. Previously, if such a thing had occurred, both of us would have looked away as quickly and unobtrusively as possible, trying to pretend the moment of heightened awareness hadn’t existed; or else passed it off with a joke (“Hey, what you lookin’ at?” in mock tough-guy). Now I returned his gaze boldly with a smoldering one of my own. His glance increased in voltage. Our eyes still locked, he fumbled for my hand, and then covered it with his own, his strong young fingers stroking my skin. With my other hand I reached for his face to coax him closer. His chin, so boyishly smooth in appearance, was pleasantly rough from the nearly invisible stubble.

   Our faces drew nearer and nearer to each other, and then our lips touched, met, opened into a deep kiss. Fireworks! God, I’d been waiting for this my whole life! Of course, what teenage virgin hasn’t? I’ll admit I’d kissed a few girls (if you’re going to fit in, you can’t avoid certain opportunities, and if you don’t take advantage of them, at least to some extent, when they’re presented, you risk being stigmatized and cast out), but this was the first kiss that meant anything to me. And it was everything I’ve ever imagined a kiss should be. As our lips slipped and slid against each other, as our tongues dueled passionately, as we drank each other’s breath, as our hands roamed everywhere learning the shapes and textures of familiar, yet achingly new and fascinating bodies, I thought that the top of my head would come off from the shear dizzying violence of my sensations.

   I’m not ashamed to admit that no fucking or sucking happened in that session. We were both so excited that we came in our jeans long before we could get around to undressing. (In spite of my having forgotten to remove the “don’t cum until I tell you” command, nature proved more powerful then post-hypnotic suggestion.) But later that night, with Mike’s enthusiastic cooperation, I had ample opportunity to try out all of the things I had only dreamed about. Let me tell you, the reality beat the hell out of the fantasy! And afterwards, as I was falling asleep wrapped in Michael’s arms, I breathed a silent “thank you” to Uncle Bryan.

 

 

 

 

Chapter II

The Stalking Horse

 

   Mike and I had been lovers for several weeks (at least to the extent two eighteen-year-old guys still living at home can be). It helped that Mike had his shared room to himself, since his brother was away at a summer job. (Of course, I have my own room, but, while his parents both work at offices, my mom telecommutes from home, so unless my folks are out of town together, there’s always someone around.) However, Rick was due home for a week or two of vacation before heading back to school, and suddenly our options would be down to zip while he was in residence. It was a particularly bad time for this to happen, as, for a variety of reasons, we had found no opportunities for privacy in nearly a week already, and were, as a result, both as horny as hell.

   “It’s not that I don’t want to see Rick,” Mike bitched, as we were walking back from the golf course where we caddied that summer. “Hell, he’s my brother. We get along great. I just… Damn it, why does it have to be right now?! If only we could be invisible, like we used to pretend when we were kids.” Suddenly he stopped in mid stride. “You couldn’t hypnotize him to make him not see what we’re doing, could you?” (Since that first experiment, about which Mike still knew nothing, I had hypnotized him a couple of times with his full consent and to our mutual great satisfaction, so he knew I was capable.)

   I snorted. “Sure, if I had him in trance, I could get him to ignore us and go to sleep. But I’d have to get him there first! Rick and I aren’t buds the way you and I are. To him, I’m just his kid brother’s shadow. He’s not going to let me just waltz in and put him under a spell!” Mike’s face fell, and we walked a few paces further, when a light bulb went on in my head, and it was my turn to stop in my tracks. “Mike, have you ever heard of contact hypnosis?”

   “No. Is it like a contact high from weed? You hang out with hypnotized dudes and go to sleep yourself?” He chuckled.

   “Hey, don’t laugh! It is kind of like that. If you listen to someone else being put under hypnosis, and if you pay too close attention to the hypnotist, or if he chooses his wording to try to trap you, and the process goes on long enough to wear down your subconscious, then you can go into trance too, even without meaning to. If I hypnotized you, do you think he might be interested enough to want to watch?”

   “He might be. Rick said that the only required course he was looking forward to taking this semester was psychology. Do you really think that could work?”

   “It could. First, though, we’d have to figure out a way to slow down your response time. We both know that you go down quicker than a sailor on shore leave whenever I go into my routine. You gotta be the best subject since that Trilby chick we read about in English last year! Anyway, if you’re out like a light two minutes after I start, there won’t be nearly enough suggestion time to put the whammy on good old Rick. Now, let me think.” We started walking again.

   After a moment or two, Mike mumbled so softly that I wasn’t even certain I had heard him correctly, “Could you get him to do something else?”

   “Excuse me?”

   “ Could you get him to do something else… besides ignoring us… if you got him under?” Now Mike was blushing, but he met my eyes. “You gotta admit he’s a good-looking guy. What about a threesome?”

   Holy shit!! Now I remembered. Mine hadn’t been the only face and name in Mike’s private fantasy file. He dreamed about his brother too. “You can’t make someone do something under hypnosis that they’d really object to. I couldn’t make Rick have sex with us unless he’s gay like us. You don’t have any reason to think he is, do you?” Mike shook his head. “Then the best I could even attempt would be to mess with his perceptions so that he’d think he was with a girl. But it would be really dangerous to do, because the first thing he ran into that didn’t fit the illusion, like a flat chest or stubble, let alone a hard cock, would make him reject the suggestion, and maybe even snap out of the trance. The only reasonably safe idea, and that only if he’s under deeply enough, would be to make him believe he was alone, and get him hot enough to jerk off. Then we could watch.” (I’d been doing some more reading, and was more and more glad that circumstances had intervened before I had tried anything really pushy with Michael the first time I had him in my power.)

   Mike looked a little disappointed, but said, “I think we should try it anyway. Even if all you can do is get him to sleep, we’ll still get to have our own action.” After a pause he added, “And if you can do the other thing too, it would be really cool. I’ve spied on Rick a couple of times when he was doin’ himself, and it’s something to see.”

   “Okay. I’m game if you are. It’s going to be your job to talk it up enough and in such a way that he’ll be curious without sensing he’s being set up. Think you’re up to the challenge?”

   Mike laughed. “Don’t worry about that! I know what pushes his buttons.”

   “All right!” I looked around. There was nobody in sight on the side street we were walking down. “What’s your name?”

   “Michael Sh…..”

   My buddy’s eyes closed, his head fell forward, and only a rapid-fire command to remain standing kept his knees from buckling. He was getting more and more responsive. This time he’d barely even made it to his last name before the post-hypnotic suggestion took him down. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep you from going under for a long enough induction to hypnotize Rick, and besides, I like it when you go into deep trance for me. It’s sexy. And you like it too. You like going into deep, deep trance for me, don’t you Mikey? Say it.”

   “I like going into deep, deep trance for you.” God, I loved his hypnotized voice!

   “You love being in my power, under my spell, like you are now. It turns you on. Say it!”

   “I love bein’ under your power… under your spell… sexy… turns me on…”

   “So when I hypnotize you as part of our plan to trap your brother, you’re going to go under just as quickly and just as deeply as ever. What we’re going to work on now is how to make Rick think you haven’t. Open your eyes, but remain in trance.” Mike’s beautiful eyes were blank, his face as empty of expression as a department store dummy’s. “I want you to remember how your face and body feel to you when you’re wide awake. Think about it for a moment. Good boy. We’re going to walk the rest of the way home, and you’re going to stay under hypnosis until we get there and I wake you up, but I want you to do your best to imitate the way you look, feel and behave when you’re awake. Obey all my suggestions, but otherwise try not to give any indication that you’re still in trance. Do you understand?”

   Mike nodded mechanically. Then, as I watched, normal animation began to return by degrees to his face and body. Okay, it wasn’t perfect. He still looked a little vague and abstracted, but I figured that, in the middle of a hypnotic induction, the effect would be genuine enough to fool Rick into thinking that the process was still going on, rather than already completed. To test Mike’s ability to mimic normal interaction, I started up a conversation about the approaching football season. His spontaneity was somewhat lacking, but otherwise he was able to carry on reasonably well. In a moment of mischief, I suggested a little verbal number swap, and from then on we discussed his favorite team, San Francisco. I was cracking up, but Mike, victimized by my hypnotic prank, continued to talk quite seriously about the “Sixty-Niners” and how their chances might improve if they could only find and hold onto a good tight end. Then I gave him the necessary post-hypnotic conditioning so that he could simulate this way again when I was hypnotizing him in front of his brother. I also gave him a cue phrase for returning to traditional hypnotized behavior: “show’s over”.

   Just before we got to my house, I released him from trance. “Well, I think that’s going to work,” I said.

   “What’s going to work?”

   “Dude, you’ve been in deep trance most of the way here, but I trained you to look and act as if you weren’t. Now when we’re putting on our little mousetrap show for Rick, if you can’t hold out long enough, you still won’t appear to be under, so I can keep on spinning out the phrases until he’s gone, too.”

   “You hypnotized me? No kidding! How come I don’t remember? I always did the other times.”

   Little did he know. I coughed and said something about how it got to be that way for experienced subjects who went under more deeply each time, and he appeared to accept that.

   During the next few days I rehearsed him a couple of times more, and he improved until I almost couldn’t tell when he was entranced. The acid test was dinner at my house with my folks. The whole time Mike was in the deepest trance he’d achieved so far, but his demeanor was natural enough that I’m sure my parents never noticed a thing out of the ordinary. (I had to be awfully careful about what I said, though. He tended to take most of my statements as hypnotic suggestions.) Now it was just a waiting game, with Rick due back home at the end of the week.

 

   Rick hadn’t been home more than a day and a half when I got a telephone call from Mike saying that his brother was really into seeing me try my hand at hypnotism. “I told him we had planned to do it this afternoon, so I hope you’re free, dude,” he said. At one o’clock I was there, as they say, with bells on.

   When I got to Mike’s house he and Rick were waiting in their living room. Although I’ll swear on anything that Michael is the most beautiful guy who ever lived, still, I’ve got to admit that his brother looked hot! His summer job had kept him outdoors a lot, so his tan was really deep, and of course all the gymnastics for years had given him a fantastic hard body. Rick’s hair and eyes are darker than Mike’s, and although his face is less perfect, the family resemblance is more than enough to render him enormously attractive. I really began to hope that I could make Mike’s fantasy a reality, and not just for his pleasure, but for mine as well.

   I had already amended my original plan to the extent that I realized it would all be easier if Mike were already hypnotized before I even began my official induction. That way I could more or less ignore his reactions and concentrate my pacing and delivery to take advantage of whatever susceptibility Rick might show. I don’t know what Mike had said, but my buddy had done his job well. Rick was openly fascinated by the idea of witnessing hypnotism. I used his enthusiasm to help engineer his downfall. First, the easy chair wasn’t in the right place; too much light. So helpful big brother moved it to a better place (and one where, by no coincidence, he would naturally be sitting in the other really comfortable chair, and I could observe him at the same time I would appear to be looking at Mike). A hypnotized subject could become thirsty (I said), so off to the kitchen he went to get drinks ready.

   While Rick was out of the room, it took no more than seconds to place his brother back under hypnosis. I quickly outlined Mike’s orders. He was to act awake and natural, to cooperate with the hypnotic induction, and to go into a new and even deeper trance on top of the one he was already in. But, he was to appear to go into that trance very slowly. He would not show signs of responding to a new suggestion until he could see evidence that Rick had been affected by the previous one. He would keep up the pretense until they both were entranced, and I spoke the cue phrase to return to normal hypnotized behavior. Mike nodded his understanding, and had just opened his eyes and returned to “normal” when Rick was back with cokes and bottled water.

   After they were seated in the their respective chairs, I began to talk. The extra reading I had been doing from other books on the subject had given me several useful tips, so while I explained to Michael (supposedly, but of course really to his brother) what hypnosis was like and what he could expect, what I was actually doing was synchronizing my breathing with Rick’s to establish rapport, and then ever so gradually slowing both my speaking and breathing pace. I also spoke more and more softly, so that both brothers would have to focus very closely on my voice in order to follow the explanation. And it was working like a charm. Even before I began the induction proper, Rick had relaxed back into his chair, his breathing slow, deep, and even, and his eyes fixed on Mike.

   After I told Mike to get comfortable, with his feet flat on the floor and his hands loose in his lap (not in the least coincidently the position Rick was already in), I instructed him to take a deep breath and hold it as long as he could, then relax on the exhale. To my delight, Rick took the breath right along with him, and with no apparent awareness that he too was following the order. And so it continued. Mike would slowly seem to yield to a repeated barrage of suggestion (exactly as programmed), and very shortly thereafter, Rick would be showing the same response. Maybe the ability to go deeply into trance was a family trait, but the older brother went under just as easily, just as inevitably as the younger, even without the post-hypnotic conditioning. I’m sure he never realized what was happening to him. Finally both boys were in identical hypnotic sleeps; their eyes closed tight, their heads lolling, their bodies completely limp.

   I said to Mike, “Okay, Mikey, show’s over,” and he slumped even more in his seat as the cue phrase released him to the full depth of his trance. Then I turned to the sleeping Rick. “Rick, do you hear me?”

   “I hear you.” His voice had the same sexy, blank softness that Mike’s took on when he was hypnotized.

   “You are in a deep, deep hypnotic sleep. Nothing can disturb you; every sound you hear, every breath you take, every beat of your heart sends you deeper and deeper into hypnosis. You will not awaken until I tell you to.” I gave him a moment to process that, and then continued, “You will always pay total attention to my voice, and you will do whatever I tell you, automatically and without question. Now, repeat after me: ‘I am in your power’.”

   “I am in your power.”

   “Again.”

   “I am in your power.”

   “Keep saying it, over and over. It feels so good to say it that you can’t stop. Each repetition makes it more and more true. Each repetition makes you feel better and better.”

   “I am in your power. I am in your power. I…” As Rick helplessly pushed himself farther and farther under my control, I took him through the same routine of deepening exercises and tests I had used on his brother that first time weeks ago. He responded just as perfectly as Mike had, all the while continuing to parrot his new mantra. He also began to develop an obvious hard-on in his cargo shorts. Evidently his subconscious had interpreted “each repetition makes you feel better” as having a sexual component. Fine with me! I can’t think of anything I like better than a young dude under hypnosis sporting a boner.

   When I was convinced that he was under as deeply as it was possible for him to go, I told him that he could stop repeating his catchphrase. (He was so relaxed by this time that he was beginning to have trouble articulating it anyway.) Then I said, “Rick, Mike, when I count to three you’re going to open your eyes, but you won’t wake up. We’ll go upstairs to your bedroom, and I’ll give you more instructions there. One, two, three.”

   Two pairs of eyes stared at me vacantly from two sleepy, expressionless young faces. Then the brothers rose languidly from their seats and sleepwalked slowly towards the stairs, their arms hanging limply at their sides. I followed after them up to their room.

   I instructed each brother to lie down on his own bed. I commanded Rick to pay no attention to anything I said until I touched him on the shoulder, and then turned to Michael. “Mike, you are in deep hypnosis,” I said, “But you know what we want to have happen next. Would you like me to bring you back to your normal consciousness, or would you like to experience this while you remain in trance?”

   Mike took scarcely a moment to consider, even with his hypno-slowed thought processes. “I like being in hypnosis. It’s sexy. Let me stay under your control, Joey, and give me orders.” He sounded like he was reading a statement prepared by someone else, but I knew there had been no hypnotic prompting, so this was his wish.

   “Okay, Mikey, deep sleep. I’ll touch you when I want your attention again.” He returned to slumber land.

   I touched Rick’s heavily muscled shoulder. “Rick,” I said, “I’m going to give you some important instructions. You’ll obey them because you are in my power, and you must. Whatever I tell you to think, you will think; whatever I tell you to feel you will feel; whatever I tell you to do, you will do. Now I want you to think of a saying. The saying is ‘love is blind’. What is the saying I want you to remember?”

   “Love…  ’sblind…” The response was slow and thick with sleep. Obviously his trance had continued to deepen.

   “Whenever I or your brother Mike says that phrase to you, you will, from that moment on, ignore anything of a sexual nature that may happen. It simply will not register on your consciousness, not even if a fully nude act of live sex is occurring right next to you. You will continue to be completely oblivious until either Mike or I say, ‘Rick normal’. And you will never, under any circumstances, recall anything about it, either then or later. Repeat those instructions.” After Rick had mumbled his way through sufficiently that I was sure he had understood correctly I said, “In a moment I’m going to touch you again, and that will be your signal to come out of trance, slowly, at your own speed, feeling fine. You will have no memory or awareness that you have been under hypnosis; it was only Michael who went into trance. And any time I say to you, ‘Rick, you are in my power’, you will instantly return to this completely suggestible, obedient state. It will be impossible for you to resist. Do you understand?”

   “Unnerstan’… obey… Joey…” Man, I didn’t know it was possible for someone to go that deep! After hesitating a moment, I took a chance and reached down to touch the bulge in his shorts (no matter how deep he went, it had stayed proudly rigid). Yikes! No wonder Mike had been excited by watching his brother beat his meat. The guy was hung like an elephant! I quickly let go, and then watched carefully as Rick gradually came out of it (if anything had gone wrong, I wanted to be ready to run like hell).

   But nothing had gone wrong. Rick didn’t yell, or swear, or try to beat the crap out of me. He just blinked a couple of times, and then sat up as if nothing were unusual. He saw Mike lying in the other bed, still out cold, and chortled, “Man, you really did it! He’s limp as a mackerel! This is so cool! What are you going to make him do?” Then, with an evil big brother grin, he added, “Make it something embarrassing we can razz him about later.”

   It seemed to be time for a test. “Well, Rick, I’ll tell you what I have planned, but first, are you familiar with the old saying ‘love is blind’?” I began to take off my clothes, trying my best to imitate the sexy gyrations of a male stripper. As far as Rick showed any reaction, I might have been polishing my shoes, even after I was completely naked and swinging my cock in front of his face.

   “Yeah, I’ve heard it before. What’s that got to do with hypnotizing Mike?”

   “I put your brother into trance so that I could get him to give me a blowjob. I want to make him my sex slave.”

   “Oh. That’s cool.” His response was perfect! Not only did he act as though my outrageous non sequitur really was an answer to his question, but he was obviously completely untroubled by what I had said. He turned to watch sleeping Michael with interest, waiting for me to begin the show.

   I leaned over Mike, and gave his crotch a pat. “You can hear my voice again, can’t you, Mikey?”

   “Yeah… hear you…”

   “ I want you to take off your clothes and show your brother how good you’ve become at sucking my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sure you would!”

   Mike rose mechanically from his bed and began to pull of his clothing. Again, Rick was totally unfazed. I, however, was not! As I have mentioned, it had been a while since Mike and I had been together in sufficient privacy to make love. The sight of his gorgeous nude body and beautiful trance-blank face made my pulse pound, and my cock as hard as a tent spike. And when my handsome young lover went down on me, I lost control utterly. I told him how much I loved him, how incredible he was making me feel, what an absolute stud he was. I knew I sounded ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop. After what seemed much too short a time, I came so hard I saw stars. Mike swallowed every drop, and then waited docilely on his knees for further instructions. Rick continued to watch us with as much detachment as if we were quizzing each other for a history exam.

   I grabbed Mike and helped him to his feet. “Michael,” I said, “I’m going to kiss you, and when I do you’ll come out of your trance, feeling fine. I want you to remember everything we’ve done, so that you’ll know our experiment was a success, and that we can keep on using your room, even with your brother here.” Then I took him in my arms and kissed him soundly, my tongue exploring deeply into his mouth. I could taste the residue of my orgasm on his lips. Heaven!

   We finished the kiss (which Michael joined “in progress”), our naked bodies pressed together, and as we came up for air, Mike exulted, “It worked! It really worked! Now we can get it on any afternoon we want. We’re set until we go away to college, and then all we have to do is rent a room together.” He kissed me again. “And, by the way, that was really cool what you had me do while I was in trance. I wanted to touch you so bad, but I could only lie there and wait for orders, and then, after you told me to do it, it was like, I still wanted to, but I was a passenger in my own body, and had no control over what I did or how I did it. I had no choice. God, it was exciting!” He hugged me exuberantly.

   “That’s not all,” I whispered in his ear. “Brother Rick went under so deep I think I might be able to get him to do the other experiment we talked about. Are you still game?”

   I felt his cock leap against my thigh. “You bet your ass I am, Joey! Put the whammy on him.”

   “Rick, did you hear what we were talking about?” I asked.

   “Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess I wasn’t really paying much attention. Did you ask me something?” He still showed no reaction to our nakedness.

   “I just wanted to know if you remembered that, Rick, you are in my power.” The words were scarcely out of my mouth before his eyes rolled back, his eyelids slammed shut, and his entire body went as slack as a puppet whose strings have been cut. “Go even deeper into trance. You will continue to listen to my voice and obey me, but it is now just a voice in your mind. Your brother and I aren’t here. You’re alone in your room, completely alone. You’re alone, and you are very, very horny. All you can think about is sex. It is as if all of your favorite fantasies, the ones than never fail to get you hard, are on a tape loop playing over and over again in your head, almost as vivid as if they were really happening. You’re getting so turned on you can hardly stand it. You’ve got to do something about it! If you don’t get some relief soon, you feel like you’ll explode! You’ve got to! You’ve got to!! Now, at the count of three, open your eyes but remain in trance, take off your clothes, and masturbate. It will feel better than it ever has before. It will feel so good that, once you start, you wont be able to stop until you cum. And you won’t be able to cum until your brother or I tell you to. One, two three!”

   Rick, who had been writhing and moaning as he lay there, his cargo shorts obscenely tented by his erection, leaped from the bed and began to tear at his clothes. In mere seconds he had removed then all and was again on his back stroking his enormous dick with both hands. Rick’s gymnastics-toned muscles stood out almost like an anatomical drawing. His hips bucked so hard that his ass came up off the bed with each uncontrolled thrust. Mike was watching wide-eyed, already stroking his rigid and dripping cock, while I, in spite of my recent orgasm, had returned to full hardness as well.

   In between his gasps of exertion and lust, Rick had begun to moan, “Come on, baby, take it in your mouth. Suck it! Suck it, Charlie!”

   CHARLIE?! Jeez, was Rick another closet case like the two of us? I looked at Mike, my eyebrows halfway up my forehead, but he shook his head and mouthed, “Charlene. She’s his girlfriend.” Oh. We settled back to watch the show and play with ourselves. Rick’s contortions had become even more athletic. He seemed able to keep at least one hand going on his meat all the time, but he was also managing to add tit-play, ball-handling, mouth-play, even ass-play to his self-stimulation program without interrupting his writhing and bouncing on the bed. It was a little like juggling, or maybe the pommel horse. His moaning was getting louder, too.

   I was beginning to think that I wouldn’t last much longer, when Mike leaned over to me and whispered hesitantly, “Dude, do you think you could… like, hypnotize me again and… and make me think he was the one doin’ me, instead of just my hand?”

   Now why didn’t I think of that? I whispered back, so as not to distract Rick, “Sure, dude. What’s your name?”

   “Miii…” The only thing that wasn’t instantly relaxed about him was his cock! It still supported his suddenly powerless hand. I wondered if it would get to the point that he wouldn’t even have time to utter a sound before he zonked out.

   “Mike, your brother Rick is so deeply hypnotized that I have been able to turn him into a spellbound cocksucker. You are convinced that this is so. All you have to do is tell him to give you a blowjob, and he’ll be helpless to resist your command. But remember to whisper.”

   Mike’s erection was instantly rock-hard and quivering. “Rick, Bro,” he whispered hoarsely, “Come here and suck your little brother’s cock. You can’t stop yourself.” Because his eyes were still locked shut in trance, he didn’t see that it was I who got down between his knees and began to deep throat him. My buddy groaned with delight and began to fuck my face. I was pretty delighted, too. After all, it had only been for a few weeks that I had the pleasure at all, and it hadn’t become in any way routine to me yet. Michael was delicious! The combination of my vacuum action and his hypnotic illusion fantasy was enough to send him over the edge pretty quickly. It wasn’t long before I was swallowing what seemed like about a pint of his cream. I came right along with him, without even touching myself. I cleaned up my mess with a tissue, and then awakened Mike, making sure that he would remember his “dreamjob”, but not confuse it with reality. (After all, I didn’t want to lose him practically before I’d finished getting him, and especially not to a straight brother who wouldn’t want what he got!)

   Mike hugged me tightly. “That was the best! I think I’ve had a jones for him since puberty. It was the greatest thing to do for me!” Then he winked at me. “And don’t think I don’t know who was doing the actual sucking. I love you, Joey!”

   We continued to snuggle and murmur sweet nothings to each other in post-coital bliss until the noise of the sexual Olympics in the other bed attracted my attention again. Rick’s cock was huge, and almost purple, and his face was so flushed I was afraid he’d stroke out if I didn’t release him soon! I quickly ordered him, “Rick, count to five and you’ll cum. It’ll be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

   “One…(gasp, pant), two…(huff), three…(moan), four…(snort), five…CHRI-I-I-IST!!”

   Rick came in buckets. I’d never seen anyone cum so much. (Okay, so I’d never seen anyone but Mike and me cum, period.) It was all over everything, his chest, his arms, his face, the bed; and the entire room reeked with the yummy, bleachy smell of jizz. There was no way we could clean this up that wouldn’t leave Rick evidence that he’d shot off a load. I decided that there was no point in trying. I told Mike to just go ahead and get dressed again, which I did as well. Then I said, “Rick, relax and listen, and obey.  Although you’re going to continue to follow without fail all the suggestions I’ve given you, you have forgotten all about the hypnotism experiment. As far as you’re concerned, it never happened, because your brother and I were never here this afternoon. So you haven’t been under hypnosis, have you?”

   “No,” he answered meekly. A drop of his cum trickled into his mouth as he opened it to speak.

   “And, of course, you have never been hypnotized by me.” He shook his head vacantly, more cum dripping onto his pillow. “This is what you’re going to remember about this afternoon. You had a wonderful jack-off session, which you were able to indulge in because you were here all alone all afternoon. Mike and I will walk out of the room now, and when you hear the door close behind us, you’re going to begin to count from ten down to one. By the time you reach one, you’ll be wide awake and feeling fine, knowing that you’ve just had a mind-boggling orgasm, and that it’s time to clean yourself and the room up and put your clothes back on before your brother gets back. You won’t have any feeling of missing time, and no matter what, you won’t have ANY other memories about this afternoon! Understand?” Rick’s earnest, spellbound voice assured me that he did. “Oh, and you’ll be ‘Rick normal’ again until Mike or I speak one of your trigger phrases.”

   I motioned to Mike and we left, shutting the door. I heard Rick begin, “Ten, nine eight…” the sound fading out as we walked down the stairs. We were almost to the bottom when, as one, we turned to each other grinning. Obviously we had the same idea. Turning around, we marched back up to their room, making plenty of noise. Mike sang out, “Hey, Bro, anybody home?”

   As we neared the door, we could hear sounds of frantic activity, and Rick’s panicky voice stammering, “D-don’t come in here yet! Gimme a… a second, okay? OKAY?” We had to sneak quickly back down the steps so that he wouldn’t hear us laughing like maniacs.

 

Chapter III

Uncle Bryan

 

   Two days later, Uncle Bryan came over to the house for one of his fairly infrequent drop-in visits. Usually, his outrageous social (i.e. sex) life kept him far too busy to for casual family contact on a regular basis. And besides, he and Dad weren’t all that close, being so far apart in age. On the other hand, he and I did get along well, so periodically he would take an afternoon to check in and touch bases with me. I loved his visits. He was way cool and entertaining, treated me like an adult, and gave me good advice when I had problems. In a way, I suppose it was more like having a big brother than an uncle. And as Mike had, I had grown a major crush for my “big brother” too, ever since puberty. He could never and would never replace Michael in my personal pantheon of idols, but his blond good looks, his super-trim body, and his vivid, sexually magnetic personality nonetheless filled me lust whenever I thought about him. My boyfriend thought he was pretty hot, too.

   In the course of conversation Uncle Bryan asked teasingly about the hypnotism book and whether or not I now had legions of helpless girls under my sway. After my successes in the past, I must admit I had grown a little cocky. It immediately occurred to me that what had worked on Rick, might work every bit as well on Uncle Bryan, allowing me to “borrow” him for an afternoon’s fantasy fulfillment. So I answered him back banteringly that I was turning into a very good hypnotist, thank you, and that, while I hadn’t started to acquire a harem yet, I had been successful several times putting my friend Mike into a trance. Then, ever so casually, I asked if he would be interested in seeing me do it. I thought for a moment that he looked at me a little strangely, but the impression was gone so quickly that I decided I must have imagined it. Then he said that he would like to see it, adding that he sure as hell would never believe it until he had. Yes!!

   I called Mike right away. “Uncle Bryan dropped in, and he’s interested in seeing me try hypnotizing you.” I lowered my voice. “I thought we could maybe show him the same things we showed your brother. I’ll have to bring him over there, cause Mom’s here working. Are you up for it?”

   I could hear Mike’s excitement over the phone. “Haul your ass over here pronto, dude! I’d love it if you got us a chance at your uncle. Rick’s here, but that shouldn’t give you a problem. He’s still under your control if you want him to be, right?”

   “No problem. We reinforced it just yesterday. We’ll be over there in just a few minutes.” I hung up the phone and returned to the living room to tell Uncle Bryan that it was a go. “Mom,” I yelled, “We’re going over to Mike’s for a while. We’ll be back in time for dinner.”

   “Okay, dear,” her answer drifted back. Done and done.

 

   When we got to Mike’s house, he and Rick were waiting for us, obviously excited by what was going to happen, although for very different reasons. Rick was still completely curious and interested in seeing a live hypnosis demonstration (since he quite naturally didn’t remember that he already had), while Michael was totally turned on by what he knew to be our real intentions. My buddy and his brother had already set up the living room for optimum trance induction. This time, however, I made certain that Uncle Bryan occupied the guest of honor chair (the one that allowed me to watch his reactions while appearing to be focused on Mike, and that, by the same circumstance, put me in his line of sight). Then, using the old “it really makes him thirsty” excuse, I took my friend out to his kitchen to organize drinks.

   While we were in the kitchen, all it took was one quick round of “what’s your name?” to have Michael instantly and deeply hypnotized (he barely made a distinguishable “Mm…” before he was off in dreamland). Just as before, I programmed him to mimic normal consciousness and to go into trance as slowly as necessary, and then led him back to join the others, carrying a tray of sodas, water, and one beer for my uncle.

   From then on, the scenario developed so similarly to the previous one involving Rick, that I had almost a feeling of déjà vu. Of course, Uncle Bryan was both more skeptical and more sophisticated than Rick had been, so I had to be especially careful and clever to avoid giving the game away before he was sufficiently affected to abandon his critical faculties. It took a good deal longer than it had with Mike’s brother, but eventually my young uncle, too, succumbed to my wiles. His breathing grew slow and evenly mechanical, his eyelids began to flutter and droop. And when I said, ostensibly to Mike, “Close your eyes and go deeply to sleep,” Uncle Bryan’s blue eyes also drifted shut, his handsome blond head also flopped helplessly forward, chin on chest. I did a couple of quick deepening exercises and established control (along with instructions to insure neither subject would come out of trance accidentally). Then I had a moment to check on what was happening with Rick.

   This time, whether because he had been out of the “line of fire”, so that I wasn’t monitoring his reactions and tailoring the induction to them, or merely because his seat had been a straight backed chair instead of one of the cushiony easy chairs, he hadn’t gone into spontaneous trance. He was watching his dead-to-the-world brother with delighted fascination. “Man, this is so cool! You really can hypnotize him!” He turned to look at me, and in doing so caught sight of my equally entranced uncle in the other chair. “Holy shit!! You got both of ’em!” He stared at me in open-mouthed awe.

   “Actually, I got all three of them. Rick, you’re in my power.” His eyes rolled up and he slid helplessly from his seat to lie in a stuporous heap on the carpet. Then I began the deepening routine in earnest. It didn’t matter for Michael or Rick, of course, but they obediently went through all the steps right along with Uncle Bryan. They really had no choice in the matter, and besides, it didn’t hurt a bit to have their conditioning increased. When I had finished all the routines, I once again had that déjà vu experience, following the handsome young men as they drifted up to Mike and Rick’s bedroom in blank-faced, open-eyed, totally mindless trance.

   Once there, I began to create a new reality for them. “We went to the gym to work out, and had a really good session,” I told them. “Everybody worked hard, and now a sauna would feel great, wouldn’t it?”

   “Yeah… feel great…” They all were slurring and mumbling because of the depth of their hypnosis, but their responses were still almost in unison.

   “Let’s go to the sauna now. But remember, club rules prohibit clothing in the sauna room. You’ll have to get undressed.” I stripped quickly, and then stood and watched with great delight as my three puppets slowly finished baring their bodies. Wow! Uncle Bryan looked amazing! While nobody present could beat Rick in the endowment arena, I think my uncle definitely won out over him in terms of shape and proportion. Although Uncle Bryan isn’t very tall (only about 5’8” or so), his muscles are perfect. He looked like the prototype for some romantic novel cover. No wonder women were always falling all over him!

   “Here are some towels,” I said, and pantomimed handing each of them something.  They dutifully took the imaginary items and adjusted them as invisible coverings about their waists. “Uncle Bryan, you and Rick sit on this platform,” I positioned them side by side on Rick’s bed, “And we’ll take the other one,” as I eased Mike onto his bed and cuddled in beside him. “The sauna feels just wonderful. It’s so good that you’re all relaxing more and more and more; so relaxed you can’t move, so relaxed you can’t think, so-o-o very relaxed.” Uncle Bryan began to slump to one side, until he was leaning against Rick, his head on the young gymnast’s shoulder. Rick in turn rested his cheek on the top of my uncle’s head. They were so cute! If it were not for their vacant, totally mesmerized stares, they would have looked just like a pair of contented lovers. It gave me an idea, a sneaky, kinky, wicked and dangerous idea. Here at last might be a way finally to get some homosexual action out of these two hypnotized straight boys!

   “Close your eyes,” I commanded. All of them immediately obeyed, Michael included. Oops, that wasn’t fair. He’d definitely want to be able to watch this! I quickly freed him from his trance state, motioning to him to remain silent. Then I continued, “You are drifting, floating, dreaming, with no awareness of who or where you are, with no awareness of anything going on around you except for my voice. You will always hear my voice. As you drift and dream, you begin to be aware that you feel very, very sexy, very horny. So horny that you really want to beat off. But you are so relaxed that you can’t move your arms or hands to touch yourself.” Both of them quickly developed rigid hard-ons, but otherwise they didn’t move a muscle; not so much as a twitch except for their steady, peaceful breathing. Their faces remained expressionlessly fast asleep.

   I walked over to them, and picked up their limply relaxed right hands. “I’m going to place your hand on your cock for you. When I do, you will be able to play with yourself. You will not open your eyes; you won’t have to, because you will know that you’re in your own room all alone with your dick in your hand, something you have seen and felt often before, and the only thing you’ll be thinking of is making yourself cum. Thinking of nothing but making yourself cum… nothing but making yourself cum.” Now came the tricky part. Each hypnotized stud had to feel a cock in his hand at exactly the same moment he felt a hand on his cock. Otherwise the inconsistency might shock him awake. I carefully positioned Rick’s hand over Uncle Bryan’s erection, and my uncle’s hand over Rick’s massive joystick, and then slowly lowered them to the respective members, making sure that the instant and rate of physical contact were identical. I held my breath.

   At first imperceptibly, then more and more and more purposefully, their hands began to roam over each other’s dicks (fortunately, their masturbation techniques were very similar), until they were stroking away with abandon, and panting with passion. It worked! It worked! It worked!! I grabbed Mike, who was almost gasping with excited disbelief, and began to handle his already hard and dripping penis. He quickly returned the favor, and we settled down to our own mutual stroke session as we watched the straight-arrow gymnast and my woman-crazy uncle jerking each other off like two horny gay teenagers. I have never been as turned on. Mike and I both came twice, in what can’t have been much more than five minutes. I’ve never equaled it since, even though the two of us have become increasingly adept at making love to each other.

   As soon as I was able to focus my eyes again, it was immediately apparent to me that I needed to take control of my two subjects right away. All signs indicated that their orgasms were imminent, and because of the inconsistency thing, it was really important that they cum at the same time. “Rick, Uncle Bryan, you’re going to hear my voice count to three, and then your going to shoot your load. It will feel absolutely great. As soon as you’ve finished, you’ll take your hand off your cock immediately.” The devil whispered in my ear. “The reason you will move your hand away from your penis is that you’ve always been curious about the smell and taste of your own cum. This is the perfect opportunity to experiment, so you won’t resist the impulse to find out what it’s like.” Mike gave me a startled glance, but I just grinned. “One, two, three.”

    After scarcely a breath more, both of the hypnotized stud puppets came like fountains, all over each other’s hands. Their synchronization was so near perfect that neither could possibly have been disturbed. Then they began to examine the cum on their hands. Rick sniffed at my uncle’s sperm covering his fingers, and then he stuck out his tongue and delicately sampled it. To my great surprise, after considering a moment, he apparently liked what he tasted, for he began to lick his hand until all of the residue was gone. Maybe there were further possibilities for the care and training of young Rick! My Uncle Bryan didn’t seem much interested in the small taste of Rick’s cum that he had tried, but the smell was another matter. He sniffed his hand over and over, and then rather furtively rubbed some of the cream onto his upper lip right under his nostrils. I went over and spoke softly into his ear, “Uncle Bryan, when I awaken you later, although you won’t remember why you smell cum, you’ll continue to smell it for the rest of the day, and it will make you feel incredibly sexy.”

   Then I spoke out loud to both of them, getting them cleaned up, dressed and back down to the living room. I repeated my now-usual procedure of erasing any and all memory of the events (and the process of hypnosis) from their minds, although first reinforcing their post-hypnotic triggers (I decided on “hypno-stud” for Uncle Bryan). Then my uncle and I left to go back home for supper. Rick would remember spending his afternoon in whatever fashion he would have spent it if we hadn’t visited. I was willing to bet that Mike would head right back upstairs and jack off again; he was so obviously mind blown by the whole thing. And Uncle Bryan? Well, he wouldn’t remember for certain exactly what we’d been doing (I liked the idea of a little blank spot in his memory, I can’t explain why), but he was carefully programmed not to worry about it. All he would recall was that he really liked visiting with Michael and me!

  

   

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