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"Suck it, Ry. Oh man, you are good," said Jake Gyllenhaal.
Ryan Reynolds was giving him the best blowjob he ever had. It was difficult to believe this was happening, but it was. Gyllenhaal�s mind wandered back to how this had all started.
173 days before
"You don�t look like someone who would run a place like this."
"I get that all the time."
Gyllenhaal had heard about the shop from a friend. He had been looking for a small gift for his current girlfriend, and Jake�s buddy had recommended this place. It was an antique shop, and from what little he remembered from his arts education in college, everything he could see was very old. As in Victorian era or earlier.
The owner had come out and introduced himself as Todd. From the look of the shop he had expected an older man, but Todd was younger than him.
"I inherited the place from my grandfather, but thanks to him I developed an appreciation for classic things. When he passed away, I was happy to continue in his footsteps. What were you looking for?"
"Oh, just a little something for my girlfriend."
"How about this?" Todd showed him a necklace with a piece of jade on it. Placing it in Jake�s hand, he closed his own hand over it. "How does it feel?"
"It, uh, it�s warm." Jake felt flushed and a little dizzy.
"Sit down, sit down. That�s good. Take it easy. Relax."
The next thing he knew he was walking down the street. He was carrying a small box. Inside was a pair of opal earrings. He felt something around his neck. Reaching up, he discovered he was wearing the jade necklace tucked under his shirt.
"Why am I�" He looked at his watch. It was two hours since he had gone into the shop. "What happened?" But as he tried to remember, his concerns disappeared like gossamer whisps. He had a gift for his girlfriend and a nice necklace for himself. Life was good. Why worry? In fact, he wondered why he was worried in the first place.
161 days before
"I miss you, Heath."
"What?"
"Oh nothing hon. Just talking to myself."
He had been doing that a lot lately. Thinking about his former costar in Brokeback Mountain, Heath Ledger. How the intimacy the movie required had made them such great friends. How the news of his death a few years later hit like a gut punch.
Recently, though, he had been thinking of more. Of Heath�s dark brown eyes, his short blonde hair that looked so much better long and wavy as it had been in "A Knight�s Tale", his sexy Australian accent, his trim athletic body.
Gyllenhaal was not gay, not even a little. Yet what he was feeling for Heath, beautiful Heath, seemed so right. He wished that Heath was still here, so they could at least discuss what Gyllenhaal was feeling. Even if unreciprocated, Heath would understand, he knew he would.
"Almost ready hon," he called out to his girlfriend from the bathroom. They were going out for dinner and dancing. He stopped his musings so he could finish getting ready.
But the musings would return later. He could not stop them now. Moreover, he did not want to stop them. Perhaps, he thought, if he could not share his desires with Heath, he could find someone else with which to share them. Someone who might reciprocate.
His girlfriend was going to be out of town for a few days next week. A perfect time to go to one of the nightclubs his gay friends had invited him to over the years. Yes, perhaps it was time to try out a different point of view.
144 days before
"Fuck Jake, that was fantastic! You sure you�ve never done this before?"
Gyllenhaal and Marcus, the guy he had met at the club, lay next to each other in bed, exhausted. Looking at his clock, Gyllenhaal saw it was four. My god, we�ve been going at it for over three hours, he thought.
It was just the second night he had gone to the club. The first night was getting acclimated, relaxing in the unfamiliar environment. The following evening, though, he was dancing shirtless, a throng of eager young men surrounding him.
He picked Marcus. Nothing at all like Heath, yet the two had connected. Returning to Gyllenhaal�s apartment, he admitted he had never been intimate with a man. Before he knew it, though, they had torn each other�s clothes off and were at it like wild minxes. They did nearly everything, though Gyllenhaal could not bring himself to bottom. That was fine with Marcus, however, who made so much noise being fucked that Gyllenhaal had to cover his mouth to muffle the sound.
"I never thought I�d have a chance with you. I�m glad I was your first. Are you ok?"
"Um, yeah, it�s just a lot to process."
"It�s not about thinking, Jake, it�s about feeling. Feeling good. You make me feel good, I want to make you feel good." Looking down the length of Gyllenhaal�s muscular sweat-shiny body, his eyes stopped below the waist. "And it looks like you�re ready for me to make you feel good again."
"Wow, it usually takes me a while to get hard again. Mmm," Gyllenhaal said as Marcus started to suck him off again.
"I want you really hard so you can ride my ass with that again. You up for it?"
"Keep doing that and I will be. Sooner rather than later."
125 days before
"Gyllenhaal�s thinks he�s so hot. I hate that fag."
Whipping around, the actor said to the kid who had just passed him, "What did you say?"
The kid turned around. "I didn�t say nothing, man."
"Yes, you did. You called me a fag. You need to apologize."
"Man, I didn�t say nothing! Yeah, I was thinking it, but I didn�t say it. Thinking, I didn�t say, uh, anything, that�s a, it�s so, necklace pretty."
Gyllenhaal looked down at his chest. The necklace he had gotten so many weeks ago, was it glowing? And the kid was looking at it, eyes wide.
Not a kid, really. Probably in his twenties. Sagging pants and loose shirt, but it could not completely conceal the muscular body beneath them. The kid�s eyes were glazing over now.
"What�s your name?"
"Kuh, kuh, Kyle."
"Apologize for thinking I�m a fag, Kyle."
"I apologize for, for thinking you�re a fag, Jake."
"No, call me sir."
"Yes sir."
"You like my necklace?"
"Yes. So pretty."
Somehow this necklace must let him read minds. Read minds, and perhaps control them. Why had it never shown this power before now? It did not matter, because it was showing this power now.
"You have any plans today, Kyle?"
"Just hanging out with my bros later."
"Why don�t you call them up and tell them you have to cancel? That way you can spend more time looking at my pretty necklace."
"Yeah, I�ll call and cancel. Want to look at, look, pretty."
Gyllenhaal�s thoughts had turned dark. He was going to take Kyle home and ravage him. He somehow knew that he could make the kid forget anything done to him, even forget this meeting. What he wanted to do should have made him afraid. Instead, it made him excited. Excited, and horny. The kid deserved this, he thought. He needs to be taught a lesson. Even though he might not consciously remember, on some deep level he would know. Know and never call anyone a fag again. Never think of anyone as a fag again. Maybe even want to do faggy things himself once in a while.
You never know what you�ll find when you go out for a jog, Gyllenhaal thought. Today, it was a hot young thing to play with. Who knew what the future would bring?
93 days before
"I�m doing a movie with Ryan Reynolds. Yes!"
Gyllenhaal had just gotten off the phone with his agent, who had told him the good news. He was going to costar with Reynolds in the film "Life."
He had long been an admirer of the Canadian actor�s work, considering him one of the funniest actors alive. With his newfound appreciation for the male body, he was even more excited that he was going to be working with one of the sexiest men alive.
Thanks to his magic necklace, he would be able to tell if Reynolds was interested in men. If not, it would make him interested.
He hoped it was the latter. He had found a special thrill in making unwilling straight guys into gay love slaves. The kid he had met months before had been the first of many. He considered making some move in and provide live-in service, but decided against that as it might hurt his film career. Even nowadays, coming out as gay could negatively impact getting romantic leading roles. He wanted to keep all his career options open. He had broken up with his girlfriend, saying it was not working out. Actually, it was so he could have his apartment to himself so he could play whenever he chose.
Besides, those he had hypnotized could be called and meet him anywhere he liked at a moment�s notice. Gyllenhaal found he liked the variety that afforded.
Filming would start in a few weeks. That gave him time to plan. Plan all the things he would do with Reynolds once the two of them were alone, away from prying eyes. He could hardly wait.
35 days before
"Like. Your. Necklace. Jake. So. So. So. Pretty."
Ryan Reynolds stared at Jake Gyllenhaal�s necklace. His eyes were opened as far as they could go, his face and jaw were slack, his speech slow and slurred.
Reynolds was straight, as Gyllenhaal had suspected. As straight as he used to be. If the necklace worked as well as he hoped, Reynolds straightness would be a thing of past like his.
Then the two could be together forever. Gyllenhaal had been saving himself for someone special. Heath had been special, but he was gone before they could be together. But Ryan, Ryan was special in way wholly different from Heath. Different, but just as strong, just as good. He was the One.
Of course, it would mean he would have to break up with his wife, but that could not be helped. Their happiness was nowhere near as important as his.
"Yes, Ryan, the necklace is pretty. I�m going to let you look at it very closely, and very frequently. We are going to spend as much time together as possible. Is that ok?"
"Sure. Together. Necklace. Pretty."
Gyllenhaal smiled. He did not know how long it would take to make Reynolds completely his. But he would do it. And nothing was going to stop him.
10 hours before
"See you when you get home. Love you."
"Have fun with Jake. Love you back."
Ryan Reynolds wife Blake Lively was going on a vacation with their children, and would be gone the entire weekend. Reynolds told her earlier that he would hang out with Gyllenhaal while she was gone.
What he did not tell her was what was going to hang out, or how much.
Reynolds called Gyllenhaal. He said in a near monotone. "Everything is ready. I will be there as soon as we finish today�s filming."
"I eagerly await your arrival. Don�t wear any underwear. I want to get you naked as soon as possible."
"Commando it is, commander." Even entranced, Reynolds still retained some of his trademark humor.
17 minutes before
"You�re here. Great."
"I am here. Where do you want me?"
"That�s a loaded question. For now, the bedroom. Follow me."
Reynolds walked behind Gyllenhaal. This was what I�ve been waiting for, Gyllenhaal thought. Finally, time alone with Ryan. Time so I can use him. A prelude for the rest of our lives.
"Naked, now. And when it�s just the two of us, call me master."
"Yes master."
Hearing him say that made Gyllenhaal�s cock, which was already hard, twitch and get harder. "This is so hot." When both were undressed, he took a minute to take in the spectacular view.
The Canadian actor�s role as Deadpool had required much working out, and the results were plainly visible. Wide shoulders, developed pecs, washboard abs, full round ass. Since he would be doing the sequel in the near future, he had to maintain his body in peak condition. Gyllenhaal would have been fine with his Van Wilder era body, but this more muscled version was ever so much better.
"Suck my cock. Do it the way you wish someone would do it to you. But take your time, don�t hurt yourself."
"Yes master." Reynolds knelt and went down half the length of Gyllenhaal�s erection. Taking his time to adjust, as he had never done this before, he slowly move up and down, his tongue focused on the head. Each downstroke got more in. Trying to deepthroat all the way, he started coughing and pulled off. Tears leaking from his eyes, he said, "I�m sorry, master. I can�t get it all."
"That�s fine, you�ll get the hang of that eventually. Just do what you can, because what you were doing was fine."
"Thank you master." Reynolds resumed, and Gyllenhaal sighed.
Now
"Suck it, Ry. Oh man, you are good."
"I hope he�s as good as you. Time to find out, isn�t it?"
A man stood at the bedroom door. "Who?" Suddenly Gyllenhaal recognized him. It was the owner of the shop where he had gotten the necklace. He had not seen the man in months, since going to the shop that one time.
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" During the conversation, Reynolds never stopped.
"That necklace I gave you? It�s not the only bit of magic I had. Are you ready?"
"Ready? Ready for what?" Gyllenhaal should have been outraged, but he hardly felt upset at all. Maybe in part due to the amazing blowjob he was getting.
"Ready to be my slave. Your opinion doesn�t matter though. I�m ready and that�s what counts."
"Look, I�m happy about the necklace. It got me this," he said, gesturing to the kneeling actor. "But if you think I�m going to be anyone�s slave, I think you�re barking up the wrong tree."
"It doesn�t really matter what you think. Really, it doesn�t matter if you think. Easier if you don�t. Take a look at this."
The shop owner pointed at the necklace he was wearing. It had a piece of jade as well, but over three time the size of the one Gyllenhaal had.
"That�s like mine, but it�s so big. Wow, so big. So huge."
"Yes, it is huge. It draws you in. Your mind, draining into it, filling it up, emptying you out."
"Draw in, draining, no, mustn�t let, drain."
"Let go, Jake, you can�t resist. So much easier to let go."
"Let go. Yes. Let go. Let it, drain, mind emptying, mind, muh, muh, eh, muh eh."
"That�s it, your mind so empty. Ready. Ready to obey."
"Reh ee, oh ay."
The actor could barely form coherent thought. But he could understand. Understand, and obey.
The shop owner smiled. It had taken much research to find the stones and the proper way to enchant them. To cast the right spells to lure in the perfect subject. Prominent, influential, but malleable.
Gyllenhaal had been a surprise, but ultimately had worked out better than the owner had hoped. The large stone controlled the smaller, and all those it controlled. After Gyllenhaal had begun enslaving men, the owner had called them to him. The most liked he forged a stronger bond so they would obey only him.
Reynolds, though, had been a gift. He sensed that he was not vulnerable to most of the magic the owner possessed. But the subtle power of the stones had completely dominated him. Now he had two of the hottest Hollywood actors, muscled hunks both, as his mindless slaves, who would do anything he asked.
"On the bed on your hands and knees beside each other. That�s good. You are my dumb muscle sluts. Do you understand?" The two actors nodded. "I want you to give me the kind of blowjob you wish someone would give you." He had come in unseen with Reynolds and had been watching them the whole time. Gyllenhaal�s order to Reynolds earlier was worth �borrowing�, so the owner did so.
"Take turns." Gyllenhaal later, and then he would fuck them both. After that, there were no definitive plans. He had the whole weekend to decide what to do with the two. One thing for certain was getting rid of Gyllenhaal�s beard as soon as feasible. He looked much better without it.
"Suck it, Ry. Suck it, Jake. Oh man, you are good."