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.

Part 1

Ken practically bowled Jon over as he came through the apartment door. “Hey man,” Ken said excitedly. “Good to see ya. I am so up for another fix. I am turning into a money machine.” Jon grinned as he followed Ken into the living room and watched the tall man sit down on the couch. “I am serious, buddy.” Ken was talking a mile a minute. “I beat my all time best this week by 120%. Next commission check comes in, I am laying 10% on you. You and me keep this thing up, we are golden, baby, golden. End of this quarter and I am a VP all the way. No one is touching my sales, dude. No one!” Jon sat down in a chair opposite Ken and let his friend wind down. For the last two weeks, Jon had been using hypnosis to enhance Ken’s charm and powers of persuasion, very useful skills in a stock broker. By all accounts, it sure seemed to be working. Suddenly, Ken jumped up and began pacing around the room. “Goodbye grungy apartment and Honda Civic. Hello pool complex and Lexus. And the chicks, man. They dig me now more than ever. You should have seen this babe in the elevator...” Jon winced as Ken described the woman he’d flirted with on the way over tonight. This wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “Hey, buddy,” he cut into Ken’s description of the woman’s ass. “Let’s keep a good thing happening. We need to chill you out and get started.” Ken nodded eagerly and sat down again. He closed his eyes and began the breathing exercises Jon had taught him. As his chest rose and fell, Jon wondered what it would feel like to run his hand across Ken’s body. Ken’s lips were slightly parted, and Jon admired how full they looked, and the strong cleft chin with the dark stubble beginning to show. Ken had beautiful hair, thick black and wavy and Jon imagined burying his face in it as he nuzzled Ken’s neck. At last, Ken opened his eyes and seemed much calmer. Jon had implanted subliminal reinforcements for the breathing exercises in each of their five previous sessions to help the exercises work. “Ken,” Jon began, “Listen to my voice....” Ken slipped easily into the trance. He was very eager for this, highly motivated and a good subject to begin with. Ken went quickly through his script for reinforcing Jon’s confidence and friendliness. Those qualities were already working in overdrive anyway. At last, he was ready to begin what he had been looking forward to since the last session three nights ago. As he had done last time, Jon began by altering Ken’s impressions of reality. “You are feeling very warm now,” he said. “The air in the room is hot and stuffy, and your suit and tie feel very uncomfortable.” Ken ran a finger around his collar. “It’s time to take your jacket and shirt off, Ken. You will feel so much more comfortable with you jacket and shirt off your body. Stand up and take them off.” Ken stood and shrugged out of his suit jacket, letting it fall on the arm of the couch. His tie followed, and the his shirt as Jon watched Ken’s beautiful torso emerge. His pecs were broad and hard, covered with dark hair that tapered down to his waistline. Jon resisted the urge to rest his hand against Ken’s washboard abs. That time would come soon. “Very good, Ken. It feels so good and free to have your shirt off. You are so much more comfortable now. In fact, it seems strange to be only half-dressed, and your legs are still very warm. What a smart idea it would be to take your pants off and feel really comfortable. You will feel as good as you have ever felt with your pants off.” Obediently, Ken stepped out of his pants, giving Jon an amazing view of his beautiful ass encased in white briefs. As Ken stood there majestically, Jon’s eyes ran over the bulge in the man’s crotch, the dark outline of his flaccid cock still large enough to make his mouth water. Ken’s muscular legs were covered in dark hair like his chest. “Very good, Ken. You feel very good. You feel good about your body. You feel good about yourself. You feel good about hypnosis. Hypnosis is the best thing that ever happened to you.” Jon stood and took a step toward the other man. He placed a hand on Ken’s chest and let it rest there. He could feel Ken’s heart beating slowly beneath the strong muscles. “Ken my hand is on your chest now and it feels very good. It feels right, it feels exciting. It is thrilling when I touch your chest. You like me to touch your chest.” Jon bent over and gently sucked on Ken’s nipple. It was already erect and he loved the feeling of having his mouth there, but he broke away and began speaking. “When I kiss your body, it is sexually exciting to you Ken. It makes you want more touching, more kissing.” Jon’s hand dropped to Ken’s crotch and it was all Jon could do not to grab his own cock as he found the swelling flesh in Ken’s briefs. “And your cock feels good, Ken. You love having me touch it. It feels better than anything has ever felt before. My hand on your cock excites you more than any other touch you have ever felt. You feel like you are on the brink of cumming, but no matter how much you want to cum, you cannot until I tell you. The only way you can cum is if I tell you you can cum.” Jon slid a hand around to Ken’s ass and grabbed it. “When I touch your ass, Ken, you are on fire sexually. Every part of your body is alive and you are full of energy. You want me to touch your ass.” Jon’s finger probed downward until he found the tight pucker of Ken’s asshole. “Your asshole relaxes when I touch it, Ken. It opens up for me. You want me to play with it, to kiss it, to stick something inside it.” Ken’s hole opened smoothly and Jon thrust his finger inside. “See how good that feels, Ken. You really like it. It makes you hot and it makes you want more of me in there. “ Jon could barely control himself. Standing with his body pressed against Ken’s, his finger up Ken’s ass, he was tempted to ravish the man where he stood. But he had come so far, he needed to finish this right. He stepped away, doing his best to ignore the erection that now poked an inch above the waistline of Ken’s briefs. Quickly, he shed his clothes. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the couch and smiled. While Ken was big and muscular and tall, Jon was short, barely 5'6". He’d kept some of the fitness that he’d gained competing in high school gymnastics, and his smooth, nearly hairless body enticed many men. But too many of them had assumed that the smooth little guy was all bottom. A mistake. Jon lifted one of Ken’s hands and placed it on his chest. “This is my body, Ken. It feels good to touch it. My body is very sexy, Ken. You like to touch it, to caress it. It excites you to see any part of my body.” He lowered Ken’s hand to his own hard cock. Though not as long as Ken’s, it was still over seven inches and very thick. Jon almost shot when Ken’s hand rested on his dick, but he went on. “This is my cock, Ken. It is magnificent. You love to touch it. Having it in your hand is a wonderful feeling. When I tell you to stroke it, you will stroke it. When I tell you to lick it, you will lick it. When I tell you to suck it, you will suck it, eagerly and happily and you will enjoy ever second it is in your mouth.” Jon stood there for a minute, relishing the feel of Ken’s hand around his hard cock “Now, Ken, in a few minutes I am going to bring you out of your trance. You will not consciously remember anything about what I have said, but you will still obey the instructions I have given you. You will be so eager and excited to obey my instructions that you will think of nothing else but my instructions until I say the word “Enough” twice in a row. When I say “Enough,” twice in a row, you will feel your normal self again. You will remember what you have done, and you will feel good about remembering. You will not feel like obeying my instructions again until I say, “Start now,” twice in a row. When I say “Start now,” twice in a row, you will desire sex with me more than you have desired any one before in your life. “When you are not with me, you will think about me as your best friend in the whole world. You will trust me completely and you will know that everything I do is to make you happy. Now sit down.” It took Jon less than a minute to bring Ken out of hypnosis. With bated breath he watched as Ken opened his eyes and looked at him. For a moment, there was shock in Ken’s eyes, but then he was reaching out for Jon with both hands. Part 2 Jon stood across the bar, watching the men approach Ken. In the tight latex bodyshirt that displayed his impressive body and wearing only a jockstrap below, Ken was a magnet for guys. He watched as men of every ilk would lay a hand on Ken’s arm, or brush his crotch with their leg, trying to gauge his interest. Ken was friendly to all of them, but soon, he would bend forward and say something in their ear. Most moved on immediately. A few looked across the room to where Jon was standing, but then they too would move on. Jon wasn’t worried. Ken would find what Jon wanted. In the sixth months since he had begun to transform Ken into his adoring plaything, Jon had made some adjustments in Ken’s thinking. Ken’s enthusiasm for sex had grown phenomenally and Jon had found that allowing him the freedom to express his physical desires had only added to their sexual bond. Whatever interest Ken had in women had long since vanished, replaced by a burning desire to satisfy Jon in every way possible. Jon had been careful to do nothing to diminish Ken’s performance at work. Together, the men now owned a house and an impressive joint stock portfolio that was clearly outperforming the market. Ken was something of a legend among brokers now: whatever he recommended went up, if for no other reason that his huge stable of clients, all buying into Ken’s picks, created a market surge. Two weeks before, Jon had been thrilled to watch his handsome toy on one of the cable financial stations, talking about the market trends and knowing that as soon as he came home, the media sensation of the moment would be pleading to suck his cock. Jon raised an eyebrow as he noticed that Ken’s latest admirer had held his ground after Ken explained the deal to him. The man turned to look across the room at Jon and they regarded each other with cool calculation. The stranger was tall, almost as tall as Ken, wearing a motorcycle jacket and jeans. A strong pair of pecs was hidden under his white t-shirt. Jon guessed he was young, early twenties perhaps, his blond hair cut in a flat top, his firm jaw clean shaven. A large chrome cockring hung from the left epaulet of his jacket. He thought he was a dom, but he seemed interested enough in Ken to play the game. The stranger began walking across the room to Jon. He had a confident stride, no swagger. Jon thought it was good that the guy didn’t feel like he had something to prove. As he approached, the man held out his hand. “I’m Scott,” he said. “Like to talk to you about your buddy over there.” Jon nodded. “He told you how it works. Interested?” Scott shrugged. “Your place or mine?” Moonlight slanted in through the full wall of windows of Jon and Ken’s living room. Scott stood next to Jon as Ken moved a coffee table out of the way, clearing a large space in the center of the room. “Nice ass,” he said while Ken was bent over the table. “You’ll like it,” Jon promised. “Give me just a second here and it’s all yours.” Jon walked to where Ken waited by the table. He smiled as he saw Ken looking at him eagerly. “Kneel,” he ordered. Ken dropped to his knees in a fluid movement and began rubbing his face against the crotch of Jon’s leather pants. “Stop,” Jon commanded. Ken pulled his head back and looked up at him. “For tonight only you will serve a new master. You will do whatever he tells you until I say ‘Desist’ As soon as you hear that word, you will be completely uninterested in him. But while you serve him it will be as if you are serving me. You will obey him as you obey me. You will be as happy and excited to serve him as if you were serving me. Wait here until he commands you.” Jon walked back to Scott. “Impressive,” the blond man said. “Remember our bargain,” Jon said impassively. Scott’s next words were for Ken. “On your belly now!” Ken threw himself forward, but kept his gaze locked on Scott. “Head down! Don’t look at me unless I order it.” Ken buried his head in the carpet. Scott strode over to Ken’s prone form. “You are a pig. You are a cock-hungry, worthless piece of ass. I scare the shit out of you, but you can’t help wanting me. I could beat you black and blue and you would still want me to shove my cock down your throat and rape your fucking hole because you know I am a man and you are nothing but a cock pig. You will speak only when I tell you to speak. The first word out of your mouth in every sentence will be ‘Master.’ You will not use the word ‘I.’ to refer to yourself. You will call yourself ‘the Master’s cuntboy.’ “Tell me you understand what I am saying to you!” “Master,” Ken’s voice was quaking, “the Master’s cuntboy understands.” Jon watched admiringly. For someone so young, Scott was impressively aggressive. “Tell me who you are!” Scott was nearly shouting. “Master, the Master’s cunt boy is the Master’s pig. Master, the Master’s cunt boy is a cockwhore who wants his Master’s cock in his mouth and in his whole.” Jon massaged his cock. He had never taken Ken this far, but everything was working perfectly. Scott kept dishing out abuse and Ken lapped it up. He kissed Scott’s boot, sucked on Scott’s fingers, writhed while Scott attached clamps to his nipples, all the while begging Scott for more. Scott took off his jacket and shirt, revealing a rock hard body. Every vein stood out against his skin. Jon felt compelled to pull his own cock out of his pants when at last Scott unbuttoned his pants and exposed his massive meat. It was hard by now, standing out straight from his body with a huge head, colored a deep crimson. Ken gagged and choked as he tried to swallow all eight inches. Scott jerked his cock out of Ken’s mouth and began teasing him with it, running it across his lips, sliding the huge head over Ken’s face, leaving a slick trail of spit. Silently, Jon pulled off his shirt and the stepped out of his pants. “Come on, whoreboy,” Scott was saying as Ken tried desperately to wrap his lips around the huge cockhead. “Don’t you want it? Don’t you want that muscle cock?” Scott noticed Jon for what seemed like the first time in an hour. He motioned Jon over, and when the smaller man stood beside him, he ordered Ken to suck on Jon’s cock. Jon relaxed as the familiar feel of Ken’s mouth engulfed his cock. He looked down and enjoyed the sight of this beautiful stud servicing him. “You’ve trained him very well. Quite impressive,” Scott said, resting a hand on Jon’s ass. “Every command obeyed, a high threshold for abuse. And he loves it.” “He lives for my commands,” Jon said. “They give him perfect pleasure. He will only cum when I order it. He doesn’t have to touch himself, and I can be miles away. If I command him to cum, he will, until I tell him to stop. Oh, he runs out of spunk, but he feels it as long as I tell him to.” “You’re bullshitting,” Scott said. “No,” Jon said simply. “Watch. Ken, desist.” Instantly, Ken stopped sucking Jon’s cock and sat back on his heels. He looked up at Jon expectantly. “Ken, you’ve been very good. You followed instructions just like you always do. That makes you feel very good. Your cock feels very good now and it is getting hard. You are having an erection now and the erection feels great. It makes you hot. Even though you are not touching your cock, it is now as hard as it can get. Your cock is throbbing with pleasure. You feel the cum in your balls as they draw up tighter toward your body. You are very close to orgasm now, Ken.” Ken’s eyes had closed and he was breathing heavily. Jon enjoyed watching his toy’s big erection pulse in excitement. “Ken, I am going to start at one and count to five. When I reach five, you will have an orgasm and you will have an orgasm until I tell you to stop. “One, you are very close to shooting. “Two, your whole body is on the edge of orgasm. “Three, you feel so good, so hot now that you are whimpering.” On command, Ken began to moan and give out little cries of pleasure. “Four” Jon noticed that Scott was now jerking himself off. “You feel the cum rising out of your balls, pumping through your body. ‘Five!” Ken’s dick began spraying jizz across Jon and Scott’s legs. His chest heaved as he arched his back, his moans turning to growls and then a roar. He began to thrash around as Scott’s own cum spurted onto him. Ken continued to writhe in pleasure as Scott finally found the breath to whisper, “Amazing.” “It’s an incredible feeling to be up his ass when he comes like this,” Jon said. “It’s like being in the grip of a velvet vice. Ken can milk you dry this way, as many times as you like, whenever you want.” “Where did you find this guy?” Scott was clearly in awe. “I made him this way,” Jon said, turning to face Scott. “He lives to serve and he is always satisfied. He can’t resist my orders, but he doesn’t want to. He is intensely happy this way.” Scott swallowed. “How?” “I can show you,” Jon smiled. “If you want to learn.” On the floor, Ken continued to cum, lost in the throes of orgasm.

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