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.

I make my living as a hypnotist. I do weight loss and smoking cessation, plus I get a good number of referrals for what is politely called erectile dysfunction. Guys who can't get it up. I help them all. I'm pretty damn good at it.

Usually, I love my work. But there are exceptions. Some people don't want to change their lives, they just want someone else to blame for their misery. These types are happy to spread their unhappiness around. And every once in a while I come across someone who's just a jerk. It's not that my therapy isn't effective for them. It's simply that they are such miserable human beings that whatever good I do them is a drop in a bucket when it comes to making them a better person.

The classic example of this is Jay. Jay came to me three years ago for help in stopping smoking. We did the normal drill for three sessions, but by the fourth, Jay's checks had all bounced. He apologized all over the place, said he'd show up with cash the next time, and then vanished. Skipped town. I tried to track him down, only to learn from a roommate he'd stiffed that half the merchants in the city were after him too. A real low life.

I know how he got away with it. Jay did have charm. He was in his late twenties, over six feet tall, dark eyes and thick hair, lantern jaw. He was always tan, very fit, and loved to dress to show off his body. He exploited his looks.

Fast forward three years. Who shows up at my office one afternoon but Jay. He hands me the cash he owes me (no interest, though) and tells me he's pulled his life together, paid his debts, and now has a good job with insurance to pay for my sessions. He wants me to help him with his smoking again. So we start, because I did get into this business to help people and because, frankly, I'm too trusting. A month goes by, Jay's feeling pretty good about the therapy. And I'm out on the town on a date when I see Jay in the same restaurant. He's sitting with a guy I know, an older gentleman, I guess you'd say, who has substantial assets. They seem very cozy, so I leave them alone.

A week later I run into this same older gentleman and he tells me that he's out $5,000 cash and a new car on behalf of Jay, who has just announced that their romance is ended and he's keeping his presents. I knew I had to do something. And I did. Yes, I exploited my professional relationship for personal satisfaction. Frankly, I'd do it again, because Jay deserved some kind of comeuppance, and because, well, I got to enjoy it.

I strung Jay's therapy along for the next two months. I needed the time to make sure everything would work. And it did. Did it ever.

It's a Friday night at Cassidy's, the seediest, most low-down gay bar in town. I'm sitting at the bar nursing a diet drink when Jay comes in. He looks a little confused, wanders around the place for a few minutes, then walks past the pool table and the men's room, and into the back room. The back room at Cassidy's is a real backroom. It's got a few red light bulbs so you can barely see what's going on, and the floor is sticky with the leavings of a few decades of spent lust.

It's still early yet, so no one else besides Jay is back there when I walk in. I go to one of the far corners and lean against the wall. Jay comes over to me. It seems like his eyes are a little unfocused, but in that light, who can tell?

Jay rubs my crotch and leans into me. "Can I suck it?" He's practically panting.

"Take your clothes off," I say.

Eagerly, Jay pulls off his shirt and steps out of his pants. His body is impressively well-built. A line of dark hair runs from his groin to spread across his pecs. His thick, uncut cock hangs limp. I've made sure it will stay that way until I say otherwise.

"I want it, man," Jay says as he licks his lips and fondles my crotch.

By this time, a few other guys have wandered into the room. They probably all saw Jay come in, the hottest piece of meat in a long time.

As Jay drops to his knees and starts to rub his face against my crotch, I wave the guys over. One looks like a scarecrow, all bones and skin, but he's eager. He stands next to Jay, and I say, "Blow this guy."

Instantly, Jay's fumbling to get the skinny guy's pants open. I can barely see his stubby little cock before Jay's mouth engulfs it. "Moan like pig," I say, and Jay starts to sound like a bitch being fucked.

More guys have come in and gathered around. I know one of them, Peterson, a nasty son of a bitch I tricked with once. Peterson hauls out his cock, a thick monster that always stank of headcheese. I grab Jay's hair, pull him away from the skinny guy, and shove him at Peterson's dick. "Now this one."

As soon as Jay is locked onto his dick, Peterson takes hold of his ears and starts to fuck his face. Jay gags, but he keeps sucking until Peterson pushes him away, and with a groan, blows a load all over Jay's face. Cum streaming down his nose and cheeks, Jay tries to latch on to Peterson's cock again, but the man pushes him away, buttons up, and heads for the door. Jay starts to crawl after him.

"Stand up and turn around," I say.

Jay climbs to his feet and faces me.

"Bend over and show these men your asshole," I command.

Bent down with his ass in the air, Jay uses both hands to spread his cheeks apart.

"Fingers, guys, no dicks yet," I tell the crowd, and immediately, seven or eight guys are feeling Jay up, poking his ass, squeezing his balls, pulling on his limp cock.

"He can't do it, guys. Can't get hard. You can't get it up, can you Jay?"

"No," he says.

I notice a kid standing off to the side. Probably not even old enough to drink, but he's here. He's playing with a big piece of meat through his pants. I motion him over and he pushes into the crowd, standing right behind Jay. I lean over and massage his cock. He looks me straight in the eye. He's confident. Just what Jay and I need.

"Stand up again and turn around," I order Jay. He obeys. "Get this man's cock all hard and slick so it can fuck your ass."

Jay opens the kid's jeans and pulls out the kid's enormous cock. He starts licking it, rubbing it against his cheeks. The kid looks down and Jay and spits on his face.

"Say thank you,'" I order. "Beg him to do it again Tell him how much you love it."

In between licks on the kid's rod, Jay pants out, "Thank you, thank you. Please, please let me have some more. I want it all over me. Cover me in it, please."

The kid hocks up a big wad of spit and sprays it on Jay's face as the cocksucker begins to force the huge meat into his mouth and down his throat. He's quickly deep throating the kid, but the kid looks impassive. There's almost a sneer on his face as he watches Jay swallow his rod.

Guys all around us are jerking off and a few are playing with each other. I let one guy open my shirt and start sucking on my tit, but I brush hands away from my cock and ass.

The kid is beating his cock against Jay's face now, spit and cum helping the massive tube of flesh slide across Jay's face with a slap each time it hits. The kid looks at me and nods.

I order Jay to lie on his back on the floor and put his legs in the air. The guy is very flexible and he pulls his legs wide, almost all the way back to his head. His asshole is fully exposed and gaping open. The kid drops to his knees and leans forward, as if he's ready to do push ups into Jay's ass. As he lowers his cock toward Jay's gaping hole, I tell Jay, "Tell us what a pig you are."

Jay's words come pouring out, interrupted now and then by groans when the kid's cock hits rock bottom inside his ass. "I'm a pig. I'm a whore. I'm a cocksucker who needs cum. I love cock. I need cock in my hole. I'm a pussyboy who needs to be fucked. I want cock in my ass. I want cock all the time..." He spews his confession forth.

The kid is pistoning Jay's hole hard now. Somebody shoots his wad and sprays it on Jay's face.

Finally, I drop my pants and stand with my feet on either side of Jay's head. As I lower my ass down on Jay's face, I say, "Eat my hole."

Jay starts tonguing my ass, his moans muffled by my buttcheeks. My face is even with the kid's as he fucks Jay and I kiss him. I reach out and twist one of his tits and the kid slams into Jay with extra force. The kid s whole body is tense now, and I know he's getting ready to shoot. He bucks faster and faster, until after one massive plunge into Jay's hole, he shudders and goes completely rigid, flooding Jay with jizz.

I keep my position as the kid pulls out. I nod to another guy whose dick is short but thick as a beer can. With a grin, he drops to the floor and assumes the position. Jay tries to scream as the cock goes in, but my ass covers his mouth.

I don't know how many more guys plowed Jay's ass in the next half hour. I lost count, but finally my own cock had been standing at attention so long it almost hurt. When the last guy pulls out, I order Jay to his feet again.

I stand behind him, my swollen member pointed directly at his hole. "Fuck yourself on my cock," I command.

Jay pushes his ass back and my cock glides into his slick hole. His ass moves back and forth on my meat hungrily, squirming around as he tries to feel it everywhere inside him. I yank his head up by grabbing his hair and say, "Tell me how good it feels."

"Oh yeah, man, I love it," Jay whimpers. "Filling me up, deep inside me, big and hard. I love your cock, man. I need it in my ass. I want you to fuck my hole all the way with your cock."

Despite the fact that Jay has already been used over and over, his hole is like a glove around my cock. He babbles on and on about how much he loves me fucking him, how good my cock feels, what a privilege it is for him to have it in his hole. All around us, guys are beating off as they watch us and I realize that as much as Jay is in my power, I also have all these guys in my grip because on the control I obviously possess.

A muscular guy of about forty, wearing a leather vest, no shirt and levis that are open to display his cock, drops to the floor and begins licking my feet, looking up at me occasionally with awe in his eyes. The blond kid who was the first to fuck Jay comes to stand behind me. As he rubs a hand across my chest, he says, "I wanna rim your hole." As soon as I nod, he's on his knees too, pressing his face between my cheeks, his hungry tongue at work quickly.

It doesn't take long for me to know that I am close to cumming. I order Jay to stop fucking himself and kneel in front of me. I have him jerk my pulsing cock directly into his face and in just a few more seconds, I am spraying him with cum that splatters all across his forehead, into his hair and begins oozing down his nose and cheeks.

Five minutes later I'm fully clothed, driving home. I've left Jay on his knees with orders to service anyone who comes to him. He'll stay that way until they turn the lights on in the room, the signal for everybody to go home.

Next to me is Vince, the guy in the leather vest. The blond kid is in the back seat. His name is Kevin.

I haven't touched Jay since that night. I never had another hypnosis session with him, but I know from gossip all over town that he's at Cassidy's every weekend night, on his knees or on his back. I understand he's haunting restrooms all over town, blowing any dick he can get his mouth around. Despite the depths of his obsession, he still keeps himself in excellent shape, the clear result of the commands I implanted before I cast him loose. All he has to do to free himself from his compulsion is come me and ask for it. He has not.

Vince is a more worthwhile plaything. He begged me to do to him what I had done to Jay. He loves being under a man's control. But he's a good man himself and I won't ruin that. He owns his own business, takes care of his aging parents, brings home stray dogs. But as far as Vince is concerned Kevin and I are the only men in the world now and when we order him to drop to his knees for us, just seeing our cocks is enough to make him cum. Vince loves the control I have over him, and for that, I reward him with the most intense pleasures I can devise.

Kevin is our wild card. We never know what lust will seize him and what he will want to do or have done to him. He too has submitted to me, but I have used my power to reshape his life in other ways. He's gotten his GED, is enrolled in college, holds down a job. His body has blossomed as I have taken control of his life and he loves the thrill of a powerful physique and the unbridled lust he inspires in the men he brings home to Vince and me.

I have thought long and hard about adding to our little trio. But the excitement of more control is weighed against the knowledge that it would be hard to improve on the two men who willingly gave themselves to me. I am too happy to cast that aside.

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