The one who thought he was immune
Disclaimer : This is a work of Gay Fiction, although it draws many
parallels with my own life. It features explicit sexual fantasies,
including mind control and hypnosis. I have ensured no real names are
used, and as it is a work of fiction if any of the people this is
based upon have problems with the way the feel they have been
portrayed, tough.
It's a story damnit, be flattered I wrote it about you. It's my
imagination, so you can't sue me. If you might want to, by reading
on, you waive the right to.
Contents
Scenesetting 1
His first hypno experience 2
The fiance 3
Deeper and deeper 3
A nights clubbing 4
The final bid 5
Scenesetting
About three years ago now, I met the love of my life, James, a
wonderful person all-round. Not that we don't have our disagreements,
who doesn't, but we get on well, and have been living together for 2
and a half years now (the man's a saint, you say?). We met up through
a choir - yes a gay choir, kinda like London Gay Mens Chorus, only
with Lesbians and Bi's too :-). He was tall, and kinda moody looking
with his monobrow (yes, I soon sorted that out!), and it took us a
while to get talking, but we got over it. By the time we were talking
about moving in together, I started meeting his friends - neither of
us have many, even now. His main ones were the obligatory Fag-Hag and
a couple who he got together with the fag-hag. When he introduced me
to Steve and Jane, I could barely talk - he was absolutely
mind-blowingly gorgeous, but I could see why he was with her - shelf.
Let me elaborate : Blonde and Spiky, 6'2 (James is 6'4),
sharp-dressing, really cute boyish face with still a little puppy fat,
23yrs old and at the time, still living with his folks (Mind, James
was too, 23 and still living at home). Oh, and that other little
thing - when he turned round, there it was, the arse to die for, not
too big, just squidgy enough, but well formed and in those black
jeans, if he was gay, I'd have been his!
So, there you go, now you know more about the three of us, I'll
continue. After the first meeting I just had to ask : "James, love,
are you telling me that you've known this Georgeous hunk of manhood a
long time and you never did anything?". He confirmed it and gave me
some more background : "We met when we started the same school
together at 8 yrs old. We were both pretty scared and hit it off
straight away. We have always been 'best mates', but I never tried
anything. In fact he was the last person I 'came out' to, and he was
upset that I didn't tell him before." I was stunned, for the second
time that evening. It was obvious why James had left Steve 'til last
- he was scared of losing him as a friend, and I think on a
subconscious level he wanted him as more.
His first hypno experience
That was three years ago, and now, with the help of a few internet
pages and a couple of good books, I've been learning about hypnosis
and nlp. We meet Steve and Jane most weeks, either for Cinema, DVD
nights (yeah, I got a writer and rent-copy movies!), the occasional
play and just social evenings. Sometimes there's another couple too,
but we don't see them as often.
I started trying out some nlp on Steve, just to "test" my newfound
knowledge and abilities. The first time was at their house, when I
noticed him licking his lips as if he were thirsty. I asked him if
he'd like a brew, as I'll make one. Just before he answered, I tapped
my temple twice. That sounds corny, but that's how it started. Of
course he wanted the tea, so of I went and made it. I did it a couple
more times that evening - "Are you tired?", "Would you like some
popcorn?" etc. I didn't over-do it, 'cos I wanted to be suruptitios -
main reason being that I didn't want him or his fianceé (yep, she had
pressured him into asking by this point, and they had a joint mortgage
:-( ) to notice.
The next weekend, I was as careful, but inside I was bursting to find
out if I could use this newly-implanted trigger. I had by this point
backed it up by doing it every time I said yes too. I miraculously
restrained myself until the next week. Sure enough, it worked! I got
him to make me a cup of tea, just after I had said no and he sat back
down. That was a bit mean, but it worked. I now knew I had him were
I wanted him, in the kitchen (Yes, I went to keep that gorgeous arse
company!).
I talked to him about a few things while the kettle was boiling - we
are both computer programmers, specialising in different areas. As he
was making the cup of tea - just for me mind, I'd well planted that
trigger as he didn't even make himself one - I mentioned hypnosis. He
sniggered a bit and made jokes like "I will obey, yes master" (Yes, I
did get a little turned on by that...), but I suggested he go under
for me, so he could see how enjoyable it was. He looked an me as if I
had gone out, then trying to work out if I meant it. At the point
where I was nodding, he looked taken aback (I had to time it just
right, of course) and then when I thought he was considering whether
to humor me or not, I did the magic double-tap. Immediately, he said
"Yes, sure that sounds like fun".
So, that arranged, I let him suggest it, when we were back sat down in
the living room. James looked at me with that "What are you
planning?" face. I just kept it simple, when Steve asked (in front of
Jane and James) if I'd let him see what hypnosis was like, I asked him
"Are you sure, it's got to be consensual, as it won't work
otherwise." He seemed a little taken aback, it was my idea afterall,
but went ahead with it anyway. I took him through a basic induction
and he was superb (considerable tents from me and James). Arm as
light as a feather, forgot his own name (made him think it was Slut
for a while!), forgot the number 5, liked it a lot. I held back (will
as strong as the rod in my pants!) and just let him feel relaxed and
wanting more. I told him he'd remember nothing about it apart from
the wonderful feeling of relaxation and using nlp techniques, got him
to a state where I knew that when I took him back up, he'd come back
for more, without Jane noticing.
That night I'm sure I heard James mutter "oh Steve, Yes!" in his
dreams, but it may have been my imagination.
The Fiance
The next step was to get Jane to ignore the subtle changes in Steve's
personality. Jane, herself was similar to me - she wanted Steve
wrapped around her little finger! I was drawing a blank on how to do
this when Jane herself volunteered for hypnosis. Apparently my nlp
phrasing to get Steve coming back for more had made him convince her
that it was wonderful too! Jane was not such an easy subject, and
having a woman submit just was not a turn on at all, but this time,
Steve was not about, so I could use more direct wording to greater
effect. I ran her through deepening after deepening to get her to
just accept whatever I said and then proceeded. "You will always let
Steve come and be hypnotised at my house, and you will never suspect
that anything is going on between us. You will also never link any
unusual behaviour on Steve's part as anything to do with hypnosis".
This I got her to repeat ad nauseum, until I felt sure it would
permeate every part of her mind. I also added a few more commands
(suggestions - honest!) - she would not enjoy hypnosis much, and
therefore I didn't have to worry about her pestering me, and also
whenever I say "your husband is Gay" she'd be straight off.
It was as simple as that. I got an sms from Steve the next day,
asking when I could fit him in. I didn't need much convincing, and
let him come over straight from work.
Deeper and deeper
When I told James that Steve was coming over after work, he was rather
excited, but I made him promise he would stay in the attic until I
called him, as that way he could come down whilst Steve was
mid-trance. One other thing I should mention, James has a suit fetish
and Steve arrived in a suit. An opportunity too good to miss, I
thought. When Steve came in, he noticed James was not in, I made up
some excuse about seeing a relative, which he seemed to buy. He was
quite keen to get "down to business", and I first made him a really
nice hot chocolate, to help him to relax. The hot chocolate was one
of my "special ones" - Green and Black's Maya Gold, grated and
melted, 50% milk and a shot of Quantro.
He was pleased but eager to go under, so I took him down and stripped
from the waist down. I knew there was no chance of having sex with
him - he's straight, but I wasn't about to waste this opportunity. I
placed a towel over his lap and proceded with some more deepening,
until he was totally limp. I started placing discreet changes in his
outlook, physical contact with me would make him feel close to me and
slightly arouse him - I didn't go too far, as too much change too soon
is no good.
I also made him open without question any emails from me, and run any
attachments of any that had the word Slut in the title, which he would
not see as Slut, but his own name. This provided me with the perfect
way of deepening his command set - I owned many different hypnosis
programs, all with editable text. I got him to open his eyes and not
be able to stop complementing me. This re-inflamed my imagination and
by means of making his arm move in a nice rhythm, which he clicked
with his tounge, I knew I had him, so I got his mind to thing his arms
were still behind his head and checked to see that his arm was still
moving. It was! I'll let your own imagination accomodate what
happened next, suffice it to say that I made sure I could get his
clicking to go faster.
When I was done, I disposed of the towel, cancelled the clicking and
got him to stand up straight, not feel a thing and wait awhile. I
brought James down blindfolded, so that he couldn't see Steve until I
wanted him to - Yes I am a control freak, okay! He instantly went
rock hard, and I let him fondle Steve until James was nearly coming.
We took some pictures with the DigiCam of Steve and James in various
positions, all of them with James totally nude and Steve still in his
suit. James still treasures those pictures to this day.
After James had cum, twice, into the same towel, he got dressed and I
brought Steve back up, but not until I'd made sure that this towel
would be what he cleaned his car windscreen with, and that every time
he did, he thought about me kissing him, and got a little turned on,
each time moreso. I also made certain that it would not get washed,
the only way to make it cleaner was to take it into the bath with him,
but that would cause him to have a wet dream about me. I also made
sure that he would be difficult to live with if he didn't come for at
least one session a week.
A night's clubbing
After about a month of once-a-week sessions with me and my crystal, I
was ready for the big test - could I get him to let me fuck him,
preferably whilst he was conscious and fully aware of what he was
doing. Of course by this point I had had him suck me of and he had
become much more responsive to any suggestion I made even when he was
conscious. I had taken him to gay bars and even french-kissed on the
dance floor - James really enjoyed watching that - but as far as I was
aware, he didn't feel any attraction to me, he just enjoyed being
obedient. Okay, I'll come clean here, I wanted him badly to fall in
love with me and didn't dare ask if he had any feelings for me on that
kind of level as I didn't want rejection. Anyway, tonight was
special, the three of us were going out clubbing, he was going to get
some random guy's number and lose it, and the three of us were to go
home together - in his car. All started well, and there was much
enjoyment when he seemed interested in a fairly cute guy at the club.
I assumed he was just obeying my suggestion to enjoy himself, but then
I started to wonder. I brushed it off, and enjoyed the floor show as
they danced together. When they were both fully exhausted, I beckoned
them over, they came (cou;d Steve do anything but?) and ended up stood
leaning on each other, arms around each other's shoulders.
Alright, so this guy was a major stud, obviously a gym-o-holic, but I
can forgive some things for his beauty. One thing I could not stand
though was what he did next - he reached inside his jacket and brought
out a packet of cigarettes (Note to reader: it's my fantasy, and
that's my opinion. Enjoy the rest of the story!). The rest of us
looked shocked - okay we're all non-smokers and it's just unusual to
find someone we like as much as that and find they smoke. For all of
us, it seemed a big turn-off. The cogs started turning at this
point... "Do you really want to be spending all that money and reduce
your lifespan?" I asked. "That's a little brutal" said Steve, to my
surprise, but I let him off. "I suppose, it's just I can help if he
doesn't" I said. That was enough trigger for Steve, he started
enthusing about how I'd really brought him out of his shell, how he
didn't get stressed anymore etc. "Okay, Okay..." said the dark haired
stranger, "I guess I have been spending more on them recently, when
can you fit me in?". I decided to play it cool. "Well, seen as you
are not gonna get this guy's number tonight, howsabout you give me
yours, and once we've arranged a session, I'll give it to him?" He
seemed a little taken aback by my cockiness, but agreed, whilst
carefully slipping Steve his number too. Steve wasn't having any of
it though - "I don't want the number of an ashtray - I'll get your
number when you have given up - Don't worry, this guy's a genius -
You'll be free of them in a week or so."
Leaving the club, Steve looked downhearted, and so I asked him why.
"I just really quite fancied getting someone's number tonight, and I
figured I'd get the other dancer's, but he turned out to be a
smoker." I of course knew why, but I still wanted to hear what his
story would be, as he would have no idea that I made him want to -
"So, okay, I'm a little confused here, Steve, just why do you want a
gay guy's 'phone number? Just for the hell of it? To annoy Jane?".
I was not prepared for the response. "I want to see if I'm gay, but I
can't ask anyone I know to help me find out, I'd be too embarrassed."
he said, in a lowered voice, we were outside afterall. I needed time
to think about this, so I quickly suggested he wait until we got into
the car and then repeat what he had just said.
The Final Bid
As he sat down, I let him repeat it, which he did, in the same
depressed tone of voice, word for word. I told him it was okay, that
he didn't need to worry, and that if he really wanted to find out if
he was gay, I (we) could help. He looked shocked and said "I couldn't
do it with you, either of you, it's just not right." I said that I
understood, and not to worry, there'd be plenty of other chances to
find the guy to experiment with. Needless to say, I made sure that he
accepted my hand on his knee all the way home, and I didn't try
anything until we did.
As we crossed the threshold, he asked me if I'd hypnotise him again,
to which I slowly agreed (yeah, I managed to steel myself for a bit
first), as always, he went under in an instant, and James and I
discussed him whilst he drifted until I touched his forehead. "So,
are you gonna?" asked James. "I think so... I just want to make sure
he'll be okay with it afterwards". "Good idea" he concurred. He went
upstairs and got dressed for sex (yeah, he likes suits, pay
attention!) , whilst I massaged Steve's feelings, memories and will to
experiment with us both. When I checked James was ready, I brought
Steve back up, and within minutes he was flirting with me and then
kissing me, and then I led him upstairs. When we reached the bedroom,
I told him that if he wanted to try anything, he'd have to first
undress himself and then James (I could manage to get undressed
myself, but James would really enjoy being undressed by his straight
best mate.
Once there were three naked men in the bedroom, I lost control, I
started by just sensually rubbing every part of Steve's naked body,
until he was shivering with anticipation, then James started playing
with Steve's equipment as a precursor to the best blow job he would
ever have (okay, so that was suggested too) and when that started I
got the cold, cold lube and started to matt his wonderfully downy
blonde ass-hair, and every time ho groaned from the pleasure James was
giving him, I fingered him a bit deeper, until I had two fingers fully
inside him. I had already given him a trigger to cum when I whispered
"slut!" into his ear, and when James looked tired, that's exactly what
I called him. I wish I had had a camcorder for the contortions his
face made whilst he realised he was cumming into his best friends
mouth. With James completely satisfied I persuaded Steve that okay,
so he'd been given a blow job by another man and enjoyed it, but that
didn't mean he enjoyed gay sex, and that had him begging me to fuck
him! I pushed him down onto the bed, got his legs up so I could see
his face as it was happening. James laid down beside him and we all
three took turns at kissing while Steve was nice and vulnerable. Need
I say that I was solid as a cock-shaped rock by this point? I had
made sure that he would let me go all the way with him, but I didn't
alter how he would feel about it, I'm not about to change someone's
basic instincts (well, not the very basic ones anyway), but to my
delight he enjoyed it thoroughly - I'd have been able to tell if he
was pretending. As I shafted him, he was howling in pleasure and we
were all kissing periodically (not my first threesome, but certainly
my most enjoyable!) I was getting close and so was James, just
watching his best mate being fucked by his boyfriend. Just before I
came, I again called Steve a slut, and was rewarded by a simultaneous
spurting of us both ("cum together, right now!"), producing a
surprising amount of Steve-juice all over me and him. I smeared as
much off him and onto James as I could and as I disentangled, removing
my condom as I did so (what, you think I'd risk unsafe sex even with a
straight guy -yeah right!), I ordered him to lick it off us both. I
don't know whether it was his suggestibility or his gratitude, but he
obliged, and then we all went to sleep, Steve first, and then James,
and when I could no keep my eyes open, even watching these two
sleeping beauties, I drifted off too.