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.

Classifications:

M/M, MC

Author information: AltoidLover@hotmail.com

Bryan was handsome, unfortunately he also knew it. He was part of the swim team in high school and he kept up the exercise regimen to keep the chiseled physique from softening in the off-season now that he was in college. It wasn't easy. He was studying poli-sci and pre-law which took up a lot of his time, but as far as he was concerned his future was certain.

Then he could forget about the poverty that he had grown up, ignore the pitying looks that he had seen as a child. Some day. Every cheer, every student rally brought him closer to what he wanted.

He picked his liaisons carefully. Each of them had something he wanted: getting closer to a circle of friends, learning how to behave in different circles, etc.... He learned, he used, he charmingly broke it off. He was very good.

At least until the day he met Ty.

Ty was a little older, in his early thirties. Bryan met him for the first time at a cocktail party that Margo, his girlfriend at the time was throwing. He had arrived late and had to come find her. The party was quieter than he had expected. The guests were circled around a paunchy, balding man, listening to him talking.

Bryan walked over to them and planted a chaste kiss on Margo's cheek. She nodded absently, paying attention to Ty's story about the Broadway show he had been to the other night. Bryan didn't find it all that interesting, but all of them were rapt.

With a shrug, Bryan headed over to the bar to fix himself a drink. Ty siddled over to him.

"Fix me a drink, boy."

Did he hear what he just thought he heard. "Excuse me?"

"I said fix me a drink."

Bryan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What do you want?"

"Scotch, neat."

When Bryan handed him the glass, their eyes met. Ty had deep brown eyes. So wide. So dark. So....

"...you studying?"

"I'm sorry. What was that?"

"Pay attention, boy," Ty snapped.

Bryan straightened his back. "Yes, sir."

"Good, boy."

He reached over and squeezed Bryan's shoulder. Bryan had never felt anything like it. He felt warm and happy, as Ty's approval washed over him. "Thank you, sir."

Ty gave him a tight smile. "Come with me to the balcony."

Bryan didn't question it, he followed. From the balcony, he could look across Central Park at the rest of New York. Normally, he would come out here with Margo and take in the view. Now, his eyes were on the older man.

"You like to be around powerful people, don't you, Bryan?"

"What do you mean, sir?" He didn't even realize what he was tacking on to the end of sentences. It just seemed right.

"Do you like to be around powerful people? Yes or no. It's a simple question, boy."

"I guess."

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Good boy. Be honest with me and you'll make me happy."

He patted Bryan's shoulder again. The young swimmer smiled up at him. Making Ty happy was a good thing.

"Why do you think you like them?"

"I don't know, sir."

Ty's face fell. "Boy..." His voice held disappointment.

Bryan's face fell. "I want to be like them. I want to know how they do it, sir."

Ty nodded. "Very good. Do you know the real reason?"

"No, sir."

"You're power hungry. You yearn for it don't you."

That was it. That was the reason exactly. He nodded back. "Yes, sir."

"You like being told what to do by powerful people. It excites you."

Bryan looked confused. "What, sir?"

"Look at you, you're excited around me now. Aren't you, boy?"

The warmth focused and he felt a stiffness in his groin. It was true. "Yes, sir." It felt good to agree.

"Good boy. Get on your knees."

Bryan didn't think. He did what he was told and it felt good. He felt a flush of happiness.

"Didn't that feel good?"

Bryan nodded happily. Eyes fixed on Ty.

"What's the source of my power, boy?"

He thought about it, but he didn't know. Ty was going to be disappointed in him. "I don't know." Bryan looked down.

Ty's hands lifted Bryan's face, their eyes met again. "You know. Every man has one source of power."

"I don't know, sir." Bryan started to look down, but his eyes caught the erection in front of his eyes. "Your dick?"

"That's the power you're hungry for. You're hungry for my cock. Aren't you, boy?"

Bryan nodded, eyes on the tent in Ty's trousers. He needed to see it, to touch it. That was power and he needed it.

Ty thrust forward and Bryan could feel the heat, even through the fabric.

"Take it out."

Bryan's hand trembled as he unzipped Ty. He pulled the trousers down, pulling the thick purple headed cock out. He had seen them, but not from so close and not since he realized how much he needed it.

He didn't wait to be told, he leaned forward. Taking in the musky scent and tentatively licking at the head. His tongue rasped against the underside of the cut cock in front of him.

"Good, boy. Suck it."

Bryan didn't have to be told twice. He opened his mouth and felt a cock in his mouth for the first time. It felt right. Nothing with women had ever felt like this. He gagged in his rush to suck it all in.

"Slowly. Back and forth. You know what I like, boy."

Bryan bobbed his head, licking and sucking at the tip. As he got more proficient, he was able to take it deeper and deeper into his mouth without gagging.

Ty moaned. "Here it comes, boy."

Bryan pulled Ty toward him. Holding tight, until he felt the cock jerking and the slightly bitter sweetness. He moved back and licked at Ty's cock to catch the last bits.

"Sensitive. Relax, boy. Leave it in there."

He stayed until he felt the cock soften in his mouth.

"Good, boy. You made me happy. You may cum."

Bryan started to shudder and a wet spot spread in front of him.

Ty smiled. "Good boy. Get up, you're coming with me."

Bryan jumped to his feet and obediently followed his new master.

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