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 And true to my word, I gave my young ward all the love, care, affection,
and mind-bending hypnosis he deserved.  I bought him a new pair of
sneakers, thigh hugging shorts, sport regulation speedos in case he wanted
to take a dip in the apartment pool, and spoiled him on a steady diet of
fast food.  Did my heart a lot of good to keep him mood elevated.  His
bright boyish smile melted even a subzero heart like mine, and his new
habit of absentmindedly tugging on his boyhood in front of me was much
appreciated.

   Trevor's hypno interrogation had ended with my affirmation to exist
around me without any shame or embarrassment.  It was kind of my
spur-of-the-moment way of releasing him from his painful past.  But...it
had a feel side effects.

   During the induction, I had been a little lax specifying what 'forget
all you've told me' actually meant.  My overpowering hypnosis had taken
away any ambiguity in that pretty little head of his. To the gray spongy
matter that made Trevor 'Trevor', this was a direct order to self-erase all
memories about his checkered past.  His parents and their death, his
touchy-feely foster dad, Bobby C., and anything remotely unpleasant before
he met up with me.  It seemed to be a lucky break.  Now he was free from
the past that was too hard to bear.

   Trevor sat on his belly in front of the warm glow of the living room
idiot box, his clingy cotton briefs accentuating the firm round mounds of
his sweet little ass.  The nature channel seemed to be his number one
fixation nowadays, especially lemurs.  Don't ask.

   "Trev, why don't you be a good little boy and get daddy a Coors."

   Trev immediately stood up stiff as a board, his developing chest jutting
out with pride.  With a respectful salute, he flashed his million dollar
smile, shouted 'aye aye captain Sy!' and sped off to the refrigerator.  A
natural seaman if I ever saw one.  Good thing too, since I got a call from
my agent that Interzone cruise lines had been looking to hire me.  My hypno
act was drawing in the crowds like gangbusters, and nearly every passenger
surveyed said they strongly had the urge to see me perform again (wonder
where that came from?).  Soon Trevor and I would both be taking a little
trip.

   Trevor popped the lid open and sucked up the suds oozing out with his
eager lips.  With a knowing grin, he handed the cold perspiring beer off to
me and snuggled up against my boxer-shorted lap.  With an arm draped around
his warm stomach, I took a swig of beer and felt his body ease back into me
with a sigh.  We sat like that for a long while, him relaxing in my
protective arms while I heartily drank down my refreshment.  I tossed the
can and gently ran  my hand up and down his defined abs.  Trevor purred and
moaned at the contact, wiggling his whole body to get ever more
comfortable. His hardening boy dick strained and bulged in the thin cotton
fabric of his undies.  I ignored his obvious plight and continued rubbing
his chest and nipples, teasing and stroking.  I felt his little nubs harden
under my fingertips, the moans and sighs of contentment.  I firmly gripped
onto his bony shoulders and began massaging them with my thumbs.  I craved
his soft warm skin like a man in the desert thirsts for water.  I tenderly
stroked his dirty blond hair.  Trevor whimpered like a mangy mutt and
looked up at me with those bright blue saucer eyes of his.  A dark wet spot
of precum spread across the crotch of his undies.  The poor helpless kid
was in agony.  In need of his daddy's touch.  With his mind completely in
my thrall, only I was allowed to give him the relief he sought.

   "Sy," Trevor said pathetically, "my little dink woke up again and wants
to play with you.  Please play with it and I'll be such a good boy for you.
Pretty pretty pleeeeeeease?"

   "Sure Trev," I said.

   I slowly slid my young ward's undies down his legs and gripped my eager
fingers around hard fleshy shaft.  With relish I started pumping him. 
Trevor moaned, his body bucking and struggling in perfect sync with my
fondling.  In mere moments the boy climaxed, dotting the carpet below with
tiny little drops of his seed.  Trevor's body broke out in a sweat, his
face tense and red from the activity.  He was gasping for breath, his
little heart beating out of his chest.  I spun with body around in my grasp
and had him facing me.  His legs dangled at his sides as he sat on my lap
and looked up at me with complete trust.  I filled my eyes with spirals,
making him relaxed and slack.  His eyes widened in surprise, and drool
helplessly ran off of the side of his lip.  His withered dick quickly
sprung back to life, but the boy wasn't fully recharged yet to have another
go.  I just sat there with him smiling blankly at me while I reshaped his
mind.

   "Look deep into my eyes, deeper and deeper.  Never look away.  Let my
love and contentment wash over the core of your being.  Lose yourself in
the spirals.  Let them make you their slave...."

   Trevor stuck his head out to get even closer to the enticing beauty of
my hypnotic eyes, losing all sense of self and inhibitions in the process.
His natural submissiveness only strengthened my influence over him.  My
kindness in our time together had been a signal for him to remain as
passive as possible.  Coupled with my powers, it took very little effort to
warp his psyche into anything I damn well wanted it to be.  Some days he'd
be my foot sucking leather-clad slave boy.  Other times I desired him in
big boy diapers with a frilly bonnet tied to his head, sucking greedily on
an oversized pacifier.  But in this instance I only wanted him.  His body
naked and free for me to lay gentle kisses upon, or soft loving strokes all
over.  I draped him over my knee and sadistically slapped his cheeks 'till
they turned darkening shades of red and purple.  His tears and pitiful
cries were only temporary.  I'd hypnotize him deeply and scrape all those
bad memories away in an instant.  He was a blank slate to indulge my
passions on.  I was an artist, and he was a willing canvas.  He wore the
marks and scars of my depravity quite prominently.  I put him through hell,
made him taste a divine assortment of pains and agonies.  And afterwards
all I had to do was reach into his head and dump all those resentful
thoughts out.  Then he'd love me again.  Then he'd be mine.  Or more
accurately, he's simply be what I wanted.  Not even significant enough to
be called anything else.  Just a thing I wanted from time to time.

   A few days after our latest pain session, I nursed his aching rump back
to health by slathering a liberal amount of soothing lotion over his
trouble areas.  I slipped my slick hand down his crack and few times,
teasing him and making him clench like a vice around it.

   "Ughh Sy, keep your filthy hands out of my crack for a change!"

   I hypno'd him to give me a little attitude now and then.  Just for my
own shallow amusement.  I loved his face when he frowned back at me in
defiance.  And the wide goofy grin we he caught sight of my spirals.

   "Better be careful Trev, or I'll stick another filthy little thing right
between those cute little sesame seed buns of yours."

   Trevor gave me a big juicy raspberry and put his head down to watch his
nature documentary.  Kinda funny, with his upper half lying down on the
couch and his bubble butt high and protruding on my knees.  Must've been
uncomfortable, but I didn't hear much complaining.  He seemed to be
enjoying himself despite the attitude.

   Now was my big moment to come clean with him.  At least for my own piece
of mind.  I didn't have the guts to do it before his hypno bondage, but it
needed to be said.

   "Hey Trev, don't want to blow your mind or anything, but I'm a mutant
freak with hypno eyes that I use for enslavement and horniness purposes. 
You're okay with that right?"

   Trevor was in his own little animal land right now, his eyes glued to
two zebras roughly mating onscreen.

   'uh-huh' was the only acknowledgement I could get out of him.

   "Good," I said with my hands kneading his butt cheeks.  "I needed to get
that off my chest before we take a little pleasure cruise.  How does a
first class trip to the tropics sound to you?"

   "uhhhhhh...goood I guesssss."

   "Excellent.  After I do a little housekeeping in your brain we'll start
packing for Interzone.  Hear there's a lot of wild things down there."
   And considering what happened next, 'wild' was an understatement.