The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ethan and Josh were slouched in the sofa outside Ethan’s room, watching TV. It was late June, a cool and gray day, and their summer holiday had settled into routine, after the exuberant freedom of the first weeks.

The show they were watching ended. Josh stood up and stretched.

“Do you want to watch another episode?” he said.

“Nah,” Ethan said. “It’s not very good, is it.”

“No,” Josh said. “They ran out of ideas after the first three.”

Ethan turned the TV off. “Meh,” he said. “I’m bored. What do we do?”

“Well...” Josh flopped himself back onto to sofa. “I guess we just hang around and wait, until summer’s gone and it’s university time.”

Ethan threw a pillow at him.

“Do you want to... play?” Josh said. They already had, today, like most days.

Ethan made a face. “Sorry, but—no.”

“It’s fine,” Josh said. “Me neither. Actually...”

“What?”

“I... got a message from Emma. You know Emma? She wondered if I wanted to hang out with her, and her gang.”

Ethan smiled and burrowed deeper into the sofa.

“I say go do it. You like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah. She’s real cute, and she’s fun. And smart.”

“And real decisive.”

Josh stuck out his tongue at Ethan. It was a running joke, which was slowly losing it’s edge, as it became increasingly obvious that Josh wasn’t losing his will or anything, just because he liked being hypnotized.

“Impulsive,” Josh said. “Like someone else I know.”

They grinned at each other.

“So what are you going to do?” Josh said, looking at his friend with some concern. “You can’t just sit here.”

“I know.”

“Don’t you have any, ah, impulses to, eh, follow?”

“Do I look impulsive?”

Josh laughed. “You look like a couch potato. Come on Ethan, you need to get out more. You can’t just sit around and daydream about hypnosis.”

Ethan made a face again. Josh was right. He had spent too much time on that, after those amazing days when he’d hypnotized Josh.

“I think I know what you need. You need to hypnotize someone else.”

Ethan looked away. Josh was right. That’s what he wanted, but he was resisting it. He’d certainly thought of it, lots of times. Almost every time he’d met or thought about one of his friends, in fact. But it scared him, too.

“I know someone who might be suitable,” Josh said, with a calculating look.

“Oh?” Ethan said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“You know Mark? Dave’s friend?”

“Yeah?”

“He was over at our house the other night, and they watched a movie. I don’t know what it was called, but it was about some women who were hypnotized. He... was really into it. He was just staring at it, and kept moving, as if he was... sitting uncomfortably, you know.”

“Huh. He probably thought about what he’d do with them.”

“Mm. Maybe. But he was staring like that during the hypnosis scene. Then the hypnotist made them do things, and there were tight clothes and stuff. When that happened, he sneaked away. I followed him. He went to the bathroom, you know the one where we set up the cam?”

“Yeah.” Ethan chuckled. That had been fun. Dave, Josh’s big brother, had met a really stunning girl, and she’d been staying over. Ethan and Josh had wanted to see her naked, but there was no way, of course. Unless... Ethan didn’t remember which of them had found it, but they’d gotten hold of a “spy cam”, that you could mount in a wall or a closet. They’d managed to get it mounted inside a bathroom cabinet. Then they could connect with an app, and spy on people taking a shower. It hadn’t been a big success, since the image quality was way too poor, but it had been a great project.

“It still works, and it worked fine to see what he was doing. He was jacking off.”

“Thinking about hypnotized women,” Ethan said. “How does that help me?”

“I don’t think so,” Josh said. “I think he was thinking about—being hypnotized.” He grinned at Ethan. “You didn’t see him watching that movie. He wasn’t looking at the women.”

“Okay,” Ethan said slowly.

“I think,” Josh said, “he was looking at the hypnotist. I think he got turned on by thinking about being hypnotized.” Josh’s phone buzzed. “Mom’s calling. I probably gotta go.”

“Go,” Ethan said, not stirring. “See you later.”

“See you,” Josh said.

When he’d left, Ethan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d only met Mark a few times. Dave’s friend, a couple of years older than them. Quiet guy. Ethan had never really noticed him. But... taller than Josh. About Ethan’s size? Heavier. And maybe... he thought it sounded hot to be hypnotized?

Ethan groaned and put his hands over his face. He couldn’t just go over and try to hypnotize Mark. But what if... it would work? Could work? His cock voted—yes, let’s do it! His mind said—hell no, it’s too dangerous.

Later that afternoon, Ethan stood outside Mark’s house, his heart pounding. He didn’t even know if Mark was home, or if he was alone. This was crazy. He pressed the doorbell button.

“Hi,” Mark said as he opened the door. “Uh, Ethan, right? Dave’s brother’s friend?”

“Yeah,” Ethan said, holding out his hand. They shook. “Can I come in?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” Mark looked nonplussed, but smiled and stepped back. Ethan took a deep breath and stepped in.

“Thanks. Okay, I know this is a bit weird, but... the thing is, I, uh, I did a school work on, uh, hypnosis last term, and I, I heard from Josh that you’d been there watching The Spiral Robbery the other day.” He paused and tried to make his expression more cheerful, and less nervous. “So I thought... maybe you would like to discuss hypnosis?” Crap, Ethan thought. That was clumsy. Good work, fumbler.

“What?” Mark said, frowning, but smiling. And... he actually took a step backwards, and looked down, not meeting Ethan’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Ethan pressed on. “It’s not often you meet someone who’s interested—I asked Josh, and Dave, but they didn’t want to talk, but they said you’d seemed interested, and had talked about it after.” That was true; Josh had heard Dave and Mark discuss the movie, and Mark had said something about the hypnotist being the coolest guy in the movie.

“I, um, I don’t... I actually don’t know anything about... hypnosis.”

Yes you do, Ethan thought. Mark was looking decidedly nervous now, rather as if someone had just stepped into his house and started to talk about his secret fantasy.

“I mean, it’s cool, the way you can be hyp—hypnotize someone into doing... things,” Mark said, looking more and more nervous. “But it’s not, it’s not real, I mean it doesn’t work, it’s just a movie thing.”

“Oh it’s real,” Ethan said with a smile, feeling suddenly sure of himself.

Ethan got up his phone, while Mark took another step backwards.

“Yeah, it’s real,” Ethan said. He found the video he wanted on his phone, got it playing, and held up his phone. “It’s real,” he said, “and all that’s needed for someone to be hypnotized is a spiral, like this one.” He thrust his phone towards Mark, who stepped back again and held up his hands.

“Ethan,” he croaked, looking really nervous now.

“Don’t be scared,” Ethan said, using the same voice he used on Josh. “It’s fine. I won’t hurt you. It’s okay. It’s just a spiral, spinning round and round, so fascinating. It’s okay to just look at it, look into it. It’s relaxing.”

Mark shook his head, but he was looking at the phone.

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “It’s fine. Just look, looking is okay, it can’t hurt you. It’s just a nice smooth spiral, spinning around, and it looks so interesting, spinning around and around, it looks like you’re being drawn into the spiral, isn’t that fascinating?”

“Nngh,” Mark whimpered. Yes, he whimpered. Ethan kept his smile friendly, rather than triumphant. Josh had been right. Ethan took a step closer, raising his hand, holding the phone higher. Mark shook his head, but he lifted his head, still looking at the phone.

“The spiral just spins around, and it’s so nice to look at it. It’s just an image, a pattern on a screen, but it looks like it’s a tunnel, almost, and that you’re moving into it. That’s one of the ways people can get hypnotized, you know, looking at a spiral, slowly moving into it, slowly going into trance as they look at it. Just like in the movies. It works just like in the movies, where people get hypnotized so easily, just from looking into a spiral.”

It hadn’t been hard to find out which movie they’d watched, and find a clip with the hypnotist. He’d been using a simple black and white spiral, and it hadn’t been hard to find one of those either. And now here it was, right in front of Mark, who was clearly struggling with his desire to stare at it and see what happened.

“Simply looking into a spiral is so easy,” Ethan said. “So easy, so nice, so relaxing. It’s like a tunnel, and as you go deeper into it you become more and more relaxed. It’s a nice and relaxing tunnel, where everything that’s uncomfortable and feels wrong and is a problem gets left behind. Deeper and deeper into the tunnel, and there’s just a nice and relaxing feeling. There’s no problems in the tunnel, nothing that’s feels bad or wrong. Everything feels good, and relaxing, and it feels so right to be here, in the tunnel, going deeper and deeper. And the spiral is more interesting here in the tunnel, it’s so fascinating, so interesting to stare it. Just stare into the spiral, no need to look at anything else.”

Mark was trembling slightly, his hands half raised, but he stared up at Ethan’s phone, his gaze fixed on the screen. His jaw twitched. Ethan watched the light from the screen playing over his face. This is fantastic, he thought, and realized he had an erection already.

Ethan kept talking, in his calm, low voice, describing how good it felt to go deeper into the spiral, and deeper into trance at the same time. Mark slowly relaxed, going still, his face smoothing out. Ethan felt like he was becoming hypnotized himself, watching Mark.

When Ethan stopped talking, Mark felt calm. He was staring upwards, at Ethan’s phone, at the spiral that turned and turned. He’d been surprised when Ethan showed up, and then nervous as he started to talk about hypnosis. And then Ethan had taken out his phone, and Mark had almost panicked. But he couldn’t just run away and hide from Dave’s little brother’s friend, could he, so he’d just watched, and somehow found himself staring into the spiral. It was his most shameful fantasy, that he dreamed of being hypnotized, and so now, when Ethan stepped in and seemed to offer to do just that, his impulse to put a stop to it clashed hard with his impulse to—try it out. And now he was hypnotized, he realized, his mind calm, his gaze locked onto the spiral, and all his fears and worries left behind somewhere at the start of the spiraling tunnel. It felt... good. He enjoyed it.

Ethan talked again, and Mark felt, or heard, himself answering. It was just easy questions, but then Ethan asked him to close his eyes and keep seeing the spiral. Mark could do that, and he opened and closed his eyes, until he saw the spiral all the time, spinning in his mind’s eye, keeping him entranced. Then he walked, slowly and carefully walking through the house, to his room. Ethan followed him, and kept talking, and Mark just drifted along, feeling detached and zoned out, but calm and focused at the same time.

They reached Mark’s room, and Ethan told him to sit on the bed. He sat down on a chair, and held up his phone again.

“Look at my phone,” he said, “look at the spiral there. It’s the same spiral that’s in your mind, and it keeps drawing you deeper, deeper and deeper into trance, deeper into this wonderful hypnosis. It feels so great to be hypnotized, to be so calm and focused, and just float deeper into the spiral.”

Mark was smiling dreamily, and stared intently at Ethan’s phone.

“You’re hypnotized now,” Ethan said. “That means you cannot lie to me. You can only speak the truth. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Mark said, nodding slightly.

“Do you enjoy being hypnotized?”

“Yes!” That enthusiasm sure wasn’t fake.

“Have you been hypnotized before?”

“No...”

“Have you wondered what it would be like to be hypnotized?”

“Yesss...”

Ethan kept asking questions, and got a clearer and clearer idea. Mark had always had a secret fascination for hypnosis, rather like Ethan had, but from the other side. He’d always wondered what it would be like to be hypnotized. He’d always been afraid of it though, afraid of what it would mean. He was an ordinary guy, he thought, not very forceful and dominant, but pretty strong-willed. So his secret urge to be hypnotized and made to submit, that was confusing, and embarrassing. He thought a proper man should be independent and in control of himself, but he still thought it was weirdly exciting to imagine himself submitting, doing what he was told, serving. And yes, exciting in the sexual sense, too.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan said, and snapped his fingers. “Wake up. You’re fully awake, here in the room with me. Hello Mark.”

“Um, hello?” Mark said, looking very uncertain.

“And—sleep!” Ethan snapped his fingers again and held up his phone. “You’re going back into trance now, dropping down deep, falling fast, right back into deep hypnosis.”

Mark responded wonderfully, exhaling, almost deflating, and very obviously getting sucked right back into the spiral. Ethan kept deepening him, and then, once he was nice and deep, and had gotten a few moments to relax, woke him up—and dropped him. It was called fractionation, and Ethan had read it was a good technique both for deepening trance and for training the subject to go into trance quickly and easily. He wanted Mark deeply hypnotized.

“Eyes open,” Ethan said.

Mark opened his eyes, and looked around. He was in his room, sitting on his bed. Across from him, Ethan sat. Mark closed his eyes. Yeah. He’d been hypnotized. No—he was hypnotized. He opened his eyes and stared at Ethan. He’d just realized he was still hypnotized, but feeling awake.

“Eh,” he said, “what’s going... on?”

“I’ve hypnotized you,” Ethan said. “Easy and quick, using a spiral. You’re a very good hypnotic subject, slipping into trance so easily, so smoothly. You’re still hypnotized, but I gave you suggestions to think and feel and act as if you’re awake. But you’re not.”

Mark swallowed. He could feel that. He looked around his room, and held up his hand, moving his fingers.

“How do you feel?” Ethan said.

“I feel normal,” Mark said, “but I feel... detached. Like I’m... in a bubble.”

Ethan nodded. “That makes sense. You’re actually in a deep trance right now, but acting as if you’re awake. So you should feel a bit spaced out.”

Mark looked up at Ethan, and frowned. He wanted to ask—well, several things, but he didn’t dare. Instead, he just looked at Ethan.

“Okay,” Ethan said, “let’s move on. Stand up.”

Mark rose, feeling surprised. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but he didn’t feel compelled. Or forced. He looked down at his body.

“Good, Ethan said. “I want you do to something for me. Go to the kitchen. Get something from a cabinet. You can choose what. Then come back here.”

Mark waited, but then Ethan crossed his arms and tilted his head. Mark took a step. Ethan just raised an eyebrow. Mark took another step, and then walked out of the room, to the kitchen. He felt confused. What was going on? What was Ethan doing? In the kitchen, he stared at the cabinets. What to choose? He didn’t know... He took a glass, and turned to go back. He paused, and looked at the glass. Shrugging, he filled it with water. On the way back to his room, he stopped at the bathroom. He still felt detached, but otherwise normal.

“Thanks,” Ethan said when he got back and handed the glass to him. “A glass of water? How did you think of this?”

“I, uh, thought you were thirsty,” Mark said. “With all the, uh, talking.”

“I see.” Ethan smiled and took a sip of water. “Nice thinking. Did you feel you were forced to take that?”

“No,” Mark said, frowning. “It felt like I could, um, choose.”

“Good,” Ethan said. “That’s right. You’re not under control now. But I have the spiral here "—he held up his phone—“I can plonk you down into deep trance anytime I want. Just do what I tell you to do, and everything will be fine.”

Mark gulped, and nodded.

“Take off your clothes,” Ethan said, in a firm voice. Mark stared at him, and shook his head slightly.

“Ethan, no, I —”

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes,” Ethan repeated, waving his phone in front of Mark. “Now. All of them. Get naked.”

Mark looked down at the floor and began to strip. His hands were shaking as he pulled down his shorts, then took off his t-shirt, and his socks. He glanced up at Ethan, who pointed at his phone and nodded. Mark felt humiliated. This was awful. He was being made to strip naked, by a guy who had... hypnotized him. He shuddered as he slid his boxers down, and stepped out of them.

“Good,” Ethan said. “Stand up. Hands behind your back.” Mark straightened up, and clasped his hands behind his back. He’d been trying to cover his crotch. Cover his erection. This was humiliating, but it was... sexy. He closed his eyes, unable to meet Ethan’s gaze. He felt utterly confused, a mix of lust and shame and humiliation and arousal swirling in his mind, along with stunned disbelief. This was too close to his secret fantasies. It couldn’t be happening.

He felt a hand on his cock and opened his eyes.

“Nice,” Ethan said, and stroked Mark’s cock. Whatever Mark might say, it was very clear he enjoyed this, on some level. Just like he’d said, while under. “Now, turn around and lie down on the bed, flat on your belly. Put your arms along your sides.”

Mark turned quickly, and climbed onto the bed, lowering himself down on his elbows.

“Flat on your belly,” Ethan said. Mark obeyed, and lay down, turning his head to look back at Ethan over his shoulder. Ethan walked up to the head end of the bed, took Mark’s pillow, and arranged it under Mark. He put his phone on the bed, right in front of Mark’s face. Then he stepped back, and took off his own clothes, quickly but calmly. He saw Mark’s eyes widen when his cock sprang free of his own boxers. Ethan grinned at him.

“Look straight ahead,” he said. Mark turned his head, and whimpered as Ethan climbed on the bed and sat down on Mark’s legs, straddling him.

“Great,” Ethan said, and ran his hands along Mark’s thighs and over his ass. He felt him trembling, and felt his thighs tense as he kneaded his buttocks.

“Look at the phone,” he said, and reached out to tap the phone screen. The spiral came back, spinning slowly. Mark made a soft whimper, and then Ethan felt his body relax. Mark went limp under him.

“Good,” Ethan said, his voice low and calm. He ran his hands slowly, playfully, over Mark’s body. “You are back in deep trance now. Deeply hypnotized. Completely under my control. Unable to do anything, except obey your hypnotist. And now you’re naked, lying on your own bed, deeply hypnotized, unable to resist. It feels really good.”

“Yesss...” Mark mumbled, half-whispering.

“But you weren’t controlled when you lay down here. You were able to move and act and think, right.”

“Mmm... uuhhh,” Mark said.

“You went to the kitchen and you could choose yourself. You even went to the bathroom, even though I hadn’t told you to. But you came back. Freely. You knew what would happen, and you submitted.”

“Uuuhhmm,” Mark said.

“Yes, you submitted. You wanted to submit. You wanted me to take you. To hypnotize you, and put you deep under my control. Where you are now. Keep staring into the spiral, and feel it draw you deeper into trance. Deeper and deeper.”

Ethan stroked his cock while he talked, and moved a bit up along Mark’s legs.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” he said. “You are under my control. You will lie there, deeply hypnotized, and you will let me do it. You will help by relaxing your ass, and you will help me by telling me to wait, if it hurts. You will help me fuck your ass, because I have told you to. Do you understand?”

“Yesss...” Mark moaned.

Ethan parted Mark’s ass cheeks, and stared at his hole. He was trembling now, trembling with arousal and with the power. He was about to fuck Mark now, fuck hypnotized Mark in the ass. And Mark would let it happen, because he had been told to. Ethan just shook his head. He felt like a king.

He maneuvered into position, and guided his cock down against the hole. He took a deep breath, savoring the scene. This was addictive. Then he pushed gently, and stared as he saw Mark’s asshole yield, and saw the tip of his own cock slip inside. He grabbed Mark’s sides, and began sliding deeper, slowly. It went smoothly—he could feel Mark’s hole clenching and relaxing. Twice, Mark mumbled “wait”, and then Ethan paused, and pulled out a little bit, counting to thirty before pressing in again. But that was it. Then his cock was in. Buried to the hilt in hypnotized Mark’s ass.

Ethan reached up and stroked Mark’s shoulders, back, his sides, and his ass. He stared in fascination at the sight of his cock disappearing in between the cheeks. He was close to cumming from just sitting there.

He’d kept up the talking, just a steady patter of hypnotic language, to keep Mark secure and steady in trance. But now it was time for the high point. Ethan didn’t know where he’d gotten the idea. It had just sort of appeared in his mind, while he was waiting for Mark to come back from the kitchen.

“You have my cock in your ass now,” he said, and was surprised by how hoarse he sounded. “You are being fucked. You have submitted to me, and I have dominated you. My cock dominates you. I am in control, and you have submitted.”

Mark kept moaning, inarticulate sounds with something that sounded like a moaning hissing yes weaved in. Ethan told him, over and over, what their roles were.

“Now,” Ethan said, “I am going to remove my cock from your ass, and wake you up. I will count to three and snap my fingers, and then you will wake up completely, and come out of trance. You will no longer be hypnotized at all. You will be free to do what you want. But. You will wake up feeling heavy and limp and relaxed, and you will stay where you are on the bed and think about what you will choose. You have a choice to make. Once you are awake, you can ask me to release you. I will then hypnotize you again, and block you from being hypnotized again. I will not be able to hypnotize you any more after that, and neither can anyone else, ever again. You will be safe. Nobody will be able to take you over and dominate you, and you will have a shield in your mind that prevents anyone from hypnotizing you ever again, for the rest of your life. The other choice, is that you ask me to fuck you. If you ask me to do that, I will. I will fuck your ass again, and then you will be mine. You will willingly submit to me then, and you will be mine. I will hypnotize you again, and I will dominate you. That’s the choice you have, and you will make the choice when you wake up. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Mark said, his voice flat.

“Good.” Ethan pulled his cock out of Mark’s ass, and stopped the spiral. “I will count to three now. You will wake up from trance, coming back to fully awake, coming back into the room, and remember your choice. One. Waking up now, feeling yourself coming back into your body, the detachment going away. Two. You feel heavy, relaxed and limp, and feel good, as you wake up more and more. Three. You are fully awake now. Completely awake, and no longer hypnotized.

Mark blinked, then shut his eyes. He felt very heavy, very relaxed, and he knew just where he was. On his bed, naked, newly—fucked. He could feel it, in his mind. The choice. It seemed to hover in his mind, and it felt strange but good, to feel it in his mind, put there by Ethan. He wondered if he could do something else, get up from the bed and do something else, but he felt so heavy and so relaxed, and the choice felt so big and important, right in the center of his mind.

It wasn’t alone there. His fantasies swirled around it. Option one: a mental shield, keeping him safe from ever being hypnotized again. No more wimpy weakness and submission. He would be a strong, independent man. Option two: yielding to the... terrible desire. Becoming hypnotized again, and waking up, as—what? He didn’t know. Images swirled in his mind. Leashes, crystals, spirals, of standing naked in strange rooms, strangers looking at him, and—doing other things. Of helplessly going under when Ethan told him to. He groaned. It wasn’t a choice, not really. His cock throbbed under him, the only thing that was hard in his limp body. He couldn’t choose. He couldn’t throw that away. He remembered, down through the years, every time hypnosis had come up, how fascinated he had been, and how he’d realized his cock liked it too, once he hit puberty. It loved it. He loved it. Craved it. He couldn’t throw that away. He just—couldn’t.

He lay still for a moment, breathing slowly, feeling his body relax even deeper into the bed. He smiled to himself as he thought of his future. He didn’t know, of course. He had no idea what Ethan would do to him. And it was stupid, in so many ways. It was stupid, and embarrassing, and he was clearly thinking with his cock, not his brain, and maybe he was throwing away his future. But... the images swirled. The memories too, of how it had felt to be in trance, and—to be fucked. He didn’t have a choice. Ethan must have known that, somehow. Mark chuckled softly, and realized that that meant he was already being dominated, already in Ethan’s power.

“Ethan,” he said, surprised at how calm he sounded.

“Yes,” Ethan said.

Mark paused, and licked his lips. He felt like he was made of lead. “Fuck me,” he said.

He heard Ethan draw in his breath. He didn’t have the energy to turn his head.

“Are you sure?” Ethan said, placing one hand on his ass. Mark closed his eyes.

“Yes,” he said.

“Even though you know what it means.”

“Yes.”

“I will fuck you, and I will hypnotize you, and you will submit to me. You will be mine. Forever.”

“Yes,” Mark said.

“Very good,” Ethan said. Mark felt him climb back on the bed, and back on top of him. He smiled as he felt Ethan sit down on this thighs, and part his ass cheeks again. Then he felt Ethan’s cock against his asshole. He felt like an asshole himself. Soft, pliant, yielding, ready to be opened, penetrated, filled by the hard power of his hypnotist. This was so wrong, so dumb. But so brain-numbingly hot.

Ethan’s cock pushed against his hole, and he relaxed it. The hard, warm shaft slid in, pushing him open, stretching him out. He felt almost entranced already, as he felt himself going even heavier, and limper. The cock slid in easily this time, and Mark felt Ethan lower himself down onto his back.

“You’re being fucked,” Ethan said, his mouth right next to Mark’s ear. Mark moaned. “I’m fucking you. Because I want to. Because I’m stronger than you, more powerful. I dominate you. I control you.”

Mark heard himself whimper, and clenched his ass around Ethan’s cock. It began to slowly slide in and out.

“And now I’m going to hypnotize you again. Look at my phone. The spiral is paused. I will start it again, and you will stare at it, stare into it, and you will go right down into trance, go right back into deep hypnosis, unable to resist me, unable to resist your hypnotist.” Ethan was panting and almost growling, and gripped his shoulders hard. The contrast between Ethan’s power and force, thrusting into him, and his own total limpness and submission, was so huge, and so delicious.

Mark stared at Ethan’s phone. The spiral came to life. Mark moaned again, and felt himself being sucked back into the spiral. He felt his mind glide into it, into the tunnel, leaving everything else behind. And then there was only the spiral.

The next day, Ethan felt invincible. He’d been on a high since he left Mark yesterday, left him drowsing in light trance, with instructions to wake up when he heard his phone. Ethan had called from the street outside. Now he had finished recording, and paced restlessly. Waited.

They’d texted and agreed on the time. Ethan had taken out his cock and masturbated while he answered. He hadn’t been surprised, he had felt sure that Mark would obey his commands. But the thrill of seeing it confirmed... He’d never known he’d love being a hypnotist this much. He felt like he’d found his calling, even though he sure couldn’t see this as a job, and being a clinical hypnotist seemed rather—bland, in comparison. But he couldn’t let this go, no way.

The doorbell rang, and Ethan ran down the stairs to open.

Mark felt nervous, but put on a bright smile as Ethan opened the door.

“Hi,” he said, “I thought —”

“Quiet,” Ethan said. “Come in.”

Mark felt Ethan’s arousal quivering in the air as he went in and took off his shoes. Or maybe it was his own. Or both. He was definitely aroused—he felt his cock putting a bulge in his trousers. He was wearing his best suit—his only suit—and last time he’d worn it, at the graduation ball, he’d had to do some careful moves to hide that bulge from his dance partner, the beautiful Jenny. She’d had a very nice dress. Now, he wasn’t thinking of Jenny, and he didn’t need to hide his erection.

Ethan looked at him, very obviously letting his gaze roam up and down his body. Mark hoped he looked okay—he’d dressed as carefully as he could. Suit, tie—he’d even ironed his white shirt. He’d tried to look as masculine as he could. It was straight out of his fantasies, and he was not going to miss the chance.

Then Ethan stepped close, and raised his hands, holding a dog collar. Mark stared, and felt himself shudder as Ethan put it around his neck and stepped back. Holding his leash.

“Come,” Ethan commanded, and led him on a tour through the house. It was empty, thank goodness, but Mark still felt very much on display. Very deliciously on display. Ethan led him up the stairs, and into his room. He pointed at the floor. Mark sank to his knees. Ethan hung the leash on the bed post.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his hands on his knees.

“To, to submit,” Mark gulped.

“To submit,” Ethan said, and nodded. “Submit what?”

“My, mind and my, ooohh, my bo-body,” Mark felt himself swaying back and forth. He was sweating. He was unbelievably horny.

“Submit to who?”

“To, to you, to my, my hyp-hypnotist!” Mark felt Ethan’s hand taking his chin, lifting his head.

“Good,” Ethan said, and pulled down his shorts. Mark stared at his cock, and whimpered. “Kiss it, and then lick it, and keep licking while I talk,” Ethan ordered. Mark leaned in, and did so.

“When you leave here today,” Ethan said, “my cock will own you. You will be its property. You will do anything for it. Anything to see it, to touch it, to lick it, to kiss it and suck it, and of course, to be fucked by it. It will be in the back of your mind all the time, always, whatever you are doing. When you think about it, you will become so horny you need to stroke your own cock. It will feel fantastic, but it will be embarrassing too. Shameful. You will be embarrassed to know you are owned by a penis. That you’re so desperate to obey a prick, a willie, a soft dangling thing that I use to pee. But then you will think about it, and see it in your mind, when it’s hard and thick, and then you will be helplessly horny. You’ll be a toy and a plaything, a toy for my cock. And you will love it. Now stand up, hypno-submissive.”

Mark rose unsteadily to his feet. He felt completely overwhelmed already and stared wide-eyed at Ethan.

“Hah,” Ethan said, and removed the dog collar. “We won’t need this. You already have one.” He tugged at Mark’s tie. Mark felt like he was about to pass out.

“Look here,” Ethan said and held up his phone. Mark gasped and stared at the spiral. The image of the spiral. A still image.

“Yes, it’s still,” Ethan continued. “But it works anyway. You can feel it. Feel your mind slip into trance. Not deep yet, just into a light trance, making your mind go a little bit empty, a little bit blank, making it hard to think. It’s easier to just obey, just do what you’re told. Take off your clothes, but leave your tie.” Ethan turned his phone around and held it up—filming?

Mark felt detached again, but he was aware, vaguely, of his hands moving, taking off and dropping his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt, transforming him from a strong independent man in a suit into a weak hypno-submissive, passively waiting to be taken and turned into a cock toy. He’d never been so horny in his life.

He left his shirt for last, and stood for a moment, trembling, wearing only tie and open shirt, his cock hard. Then he dropped his shirt behind him. Ethan grinned at him and lowered his phone.

“Good,” Ethan said, and reached out, loosened the tie knot, and pulled the tie up over his head. Then he leaned in and put it around Mark’s cock and balls. Mark whimpered. Ethan stepped back and held up his phone again. Then he turned it around, and flashed the spiral at Mark’s face again. Mark felt himself getting dazed.

“That’s good,” Ethan said. “Just slip a little deeper into trance. Become a little bit more obedient. Now come here.” Ethan grabbed the tie and tugged gently. Mark allowed himself to be led, on his cock leash, over to the bed.

“Get on the bed,” Ethan said. “On all fours.” Mark clambered up, and positioned himself, ass towards his—hypnotist. Ethan got up behind him, and reached in, cupping his balls, squeezing his cock, and tugging on the tie. Mark closed his eyes and just stood there.

“You’ve already submitted to me,” Ethan told him. “You obey me, and you belong to me. Now, it’s time to find your proper place.” The bed moved as Ethan undressed. Mark stood still, eyes closed.

He felt Ethan’s hands on his ass, and felt something press against it, in the middle, right between his ass cheeks. It pressed hard, and slid in between the soft mounds, and touched his hole. He moaned.

“This is my cock,” Ethan said. “It owns you. You’re just a toy for it, and a servant. You’re not my servant, or my toy, you’re my cock’s toy. You’ll be hypnotized into serving and pleasing it.” Ethan pressed in from behind, pushing Mark’s asshole open. Mark moaned, and relaxed his ass, letting Ethan’s cock slide in slowly.

“This is where you belong,” Ethan said. “This feels like home for you. This is what you always want. This is my cock’s favorite way to play, and you are its toy. You are always willing to play like this.” Mark just nodded. He wasn’t hypnotized yet, not really, but he felt helpless, and blank. It was utterly wonderful.

Ethan held his cock in Mark for a while, and ran his hands over his body. This was just the setup, but of course this was pretty fantastic in itself. Mark was like putty in his hand. And his mind would soon be like jelly. Ethan did a few slow strokes in and out, then pulled out.

“Lie down on your belly,” he said. Mark obeyed without a sound, Ethan made sure the tie came out between his legs. That looked good and submissive—and Ethan suddenly realized this could be a great trigger and craving for Mark, to give him an urge to wear a tie around his cock and balls, and then be helplessly submissive to whoever held his leash. Chuckling to himself, Ethan arranged his phone in front of Mark, and propped his head up with pillows. Mark would be going deep, and it would be better if he could relax his head.

“Time to go under for me, Ethan said. “You’ll stare at the spiral and drop deep, and be programmed. When you wake up, my cock will own you, and the spiral will be in your mind, able to hypnotize you with a word from me.” Ethan plugged a pair of earbuds into Mark’s ears. He tapped his phone and started the spiral and his recording. More than one hour of hypnosis. It would be really interesting to see how Mark felt when he woke up.

“Yes,” Mark said, “I am ready,” in response to Ethan’s recorded voice. “I am staring at the spiral, and letting it hypnotize me.”

Ethan watched for a minute or so, and saw how Mark’s body visibly relaxed. Ethan went off to clean himself, and then came back. He sat in his chair and stroked his cock, and watched Mark go even more limp and relaxed, his face going slack and blank.

Still stroking his cock, Ethan went up to the window—and took a quick step back. There was someone in the window in the neighboring house. It was just a glimpse before the figure stepped back. Their neighbor again. Ethan frowned and went back to his chair. He knew the neighbor had seen him and Josh fuck, and apparently he liked what he saw. Ethan had caught him, always very briefly, standing behind a curtain but leaning out to see, and yes, with his cock in his hand. Ethan had been surprised—he’d known that neighbor for years, and he’d always been nice, although pretty anonymous.

“I am a toy,” Mark said in a monotone voice. “I am owned by Ethan’s penis. My purpose is to serve and pleasure Ethan’s penis. I am a penis toy.”

Mark was going through the repeating cycles, and brought deeper and deeper into trance between each. Ethan was writing notes on his laptop, and stroked his cock now and then.

The doorbell rang. Ethan grabbed shorts and t-shirt and went down to open, and let Josh in. He’d sent him a message before they’d started.

“Wow,” Josh said as he entered Ethan’s room and saw Mark, naked and hypnotized. “Wow... Is he...?”

“Deep in trance,” Ethan said. “Being programmed with his set of instructions.”

“I...” Josh said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it—you can, can hyp-hypnotize anyone!” He was staring at Mark.

“Yep,” Ethan said. “Or, maybe. I don’t know that yet. But you, yes, and Mark, yes. Let’s see if you remember your suggestions.” He dropped his shorts and sat in his chair, leaning back, spreading his legs. His cock jutted out. Josh tore his gaze away from Mark, and saw it. He grinned and went down on his knees.

“Yes, I sure do,” he said, running his hand up and down the shaft, smiling happily down at it. “I love your cock,” he said, and bent his head to take the tip in his mouth. “I know it’s the hypnosis, but I love it, I really do. Will Mark love it too?” He bent further down, and took half the cock into his mouth, and licked it.

“No,” Ethan said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. “He will need it. He will obey it, and serve it.”

“Mmhm,” Josh said, slowly swallowing more and more of Ethan’s cock.

Ethan opened his eyes and looked down, at his hypnotized friend sucking his cock. Then he looked at the bed, at the hypnotized guy lying there, being trained and conditioned into a cock-toy. He laughed softly and looked around the room. He could fit a few more guys in here. But then he’d need more space.

Thoughtfully, he looked towards the window.