The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

6. New York, Day 1 (October 1999)

My friend Chad knows I’m a big fan of Laurie Anderson. So when she debuted her new show in Brooklyn, he invited me up to see her perform. Now, I’m a Southern boy, never been on a plane before in my life, much less been to New York City, but this was one of my fav performers. How could I not go? I didn’t have the money for a plane ticket—I’ve only been graduated from my life as a poor college student for six months and I don’t have much of a saving account yet—so I invited Breck along in return for him loaning the money for plane fare.

Did I coerce him in any way? Well, uhm, I hear you can’t make someone do anything they really don’t want to.

Anyway, I cleared it with my bud Chad that Breck could come. Chad’s a cool guy. He’s older than me—mid-thirties, I think, though he looks mid-twenties. Good-looking guy, too. We first met on the IRC #gayhypnosis channel about three years ago (he uses the nick Epaphus)—he was one of the first people I chatted with, and he became one of my best cyber-friends, and we even co-wrote some ‘net stories together. At that time he lived about 200 miles from me, so we met in person on two occasions when he came to my city on business. Yes, he’s a hypnotist, in addition to be a writer and a photographer, and he’s a certified hypnotist too (whatever that means); but no, we didn’t do anything with hypnosis either time. He brought his boyfriend Eric on one of those visits, and I was like, Damn, what a hottie!

Anyway, about a year ago, Chad moved to New Jersey. We stayed in touch, so when he mentioned Anderson was doing a performance and invited me up to see it, I jumped at the chance. His boyfriend Eric was going to be visiting too—they don’t live together much since Eric is a pro soccer player and has to stay near where his team is located during the season—and as far as I was concerned, seeing Eric again was a very big bonus. Okay, so I have a little crush on Eric and maybe on Chad too. Nothing wrong with that, is there?

So anyway, on Tuesday Breck and I got on a plane and flew to the Newark airport. Like I said, it was my first time on a plane. Though I put up a good front, I was kind of nervous every time the plane took a little dip. I mean, you always hear in the news about these planes crashing—I guess you never hear about ones that arrive safely. Breck had flow before several times. He kept doing this claw thing with his hand, claiming he was imitating the way I was gripping the arm rests, like I was trying to hold the plane up in the air all by myself. He’s such a liar sometimes! Ha ha!

When we got off the plane, we didn’t have any trouble spotting Chad and Eric at the baggage claim area. Eric was just the best-looking guy there, and Chad was the one holding the sign that read, “Welcome, Rhett Butler and Scarlett O’Hara.” Sheesh! I guess if you live in Georgia like I do, you put up with a lot of Gone With the Wind jokes.

So we got our bags and headed out. Chad lives about 20 miles from Newark, in north-central Jersey, and yeah, we thought we were leaving safely after rush hour had ended, but shit! Less than a mile from the airport we got snarled in traffic backed up behind some accident where the road was narrowed around a strip of construction. Yeah, yeah—welcome to Newark; enjoy your stay.

To make it worse, we’re in one of those “dead zones” where the radio doesn’t pick up shit except static and stations we hated. So we’re sitting in traffic, moving about five feet every ten minutes. Somehow Chad and I got to talking about hypnosis and did I have any more stories about it coming out soon. Eric knows Chad’s a hypnotist, but he thinks hypnosis is a load of total bullshit, and he said so, claiming he could never ever be hypnotized. Chad gave me a wink when Eric said that, and then he changed the subject back to soccer. Eric and Breck are chattering away in the back seat—Breck’s a major soccer-head, and Eric plays pro soccer, so they were really hitting it off. I don’t know anything about soccer, so I didn’t have much to add. Chad was driving (if you want to call being stuck in traffic driving) and I was in the front passenger seat, just looking wide-eyed out the window at more pavement and more industrial shit than I’d ever seen in one place before in my life.

So I wasn’t really listening to Chad—it was more like I became aware of what he was saying gradually. Something soft about how there was nothing out there to look at, nothing that would distract from gradually starting to focus on his voice. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been murmuring that way, but I kept listening. He’s trying to hypnotize me, I thought, but being aware of what he was doing wasn’t the same thing as snapping out of it. In the back seat, Breck and Eric were kind of tapering off their conversation too, like they suddenly were finding themselves listening to what Chad was saying.

Looking back, I got to give him props—you just have to admire someone who has the balls to just go for it like that. Like I said, Chad is a good hypnotist, and certified—whatever that means. It wasn’t like when Breck tried to hypnotize me, not at all. Breck usually tried when I was already tired or already asleep. This, though, wasn’t like that. More subtle—that’s the word. I didn’t feel sleepy at all, just real focused on what he was saying. I was aware, and I could see things around me, but didn’t pay it any mind. Nothing distracted my attention—nothing was more important than what he was saying. Yeah, I was aware he was giving me—us—some suggestions, and if I couldn’t quite hold on to them after he made them, that was okay, because I knew some part of me had listened and still had them.

Traffic began to move. Chad kept talking for a while. After a while he stopped talking and let us snap out of it kind of on our own. We didn’t talk about what he’d just done—maybe he told us not to. Instead we got caught up in everything there was to see around us. In just a couple of minutes, we were out of Newark, out at the end of Route 24, where everything turned suburban. We went through a township where some of the buildings were hundreds of years old—hey, that’s impressive when you’re from Atlanta, where the oldest building date from after when General Sherman burned nearly the whole place to the ground a hundred and thirty years ago—and then all of a sudden we were going down these twisty roads you would swear were out in the country somewhere instead of just a few miles from town. I was figuring out Jersey was not what I’d always thought it was like.

And deer—there were deer all over the place, grazing on people’s lawns, standing by the road watching us pass. These were arrogant deer too—they weren’t afraid of the car and just wandered out in front of us like they were daring us to hit them. I never knew deer still lived in Jersey, but we passed more deer on our way to Chad’s place than I’d ever seen in one night in my life.

We stopped for dinner, and by the time we actually got to Chad’s place around 9:00, I was exhausted. Breck was all jazzed up and ready to do something. He and Eric had discovered they both liked running at night, so they were all about changing into shorts and going out for a run. They took along this soccer ball Chad had, and Eric was telling Breck he knew this field where they could kick it around some, so I figured they’d be gone a while. They were sure bonding quick, like puppies. Me, I like to run too, but I was just plain beat. I guess the flight took more out of me than I thought. So off they went, and that left Chad and I there by ourselves. I pulled my shirt, shoes, and socks off and sprawled out on the huge-ass futon where we’d be sleeping. I would have shucked my jeans too and really made myself at home like Chad said, but I didn’t have any underwear on underneath, and I wasn’t sure if Chad meant for me to go that far.

I was really wiped after the stress of the flight and all. Chad and I were chatting. He sat down on the futon too next to my legs, and he pulled my feet into his lap and began to massage them. Oh, man, I’m a sucker for a good massage, no matter what part of my body, and Chad had very good hands. I hummed out my appreciation and settled back on the futon. “You must be tired after your trip,” Chad said, and then he said something else, and there was a particular word in it that did something to me, a key word, but I didn’t care. I started to feel like I did before in the car, all daydreamy. I felt my body start to relax, tension I didn’t know I had flowing out of me, and it felt so good to just groove there and let him talk to me and massage my feet. Over time, his hands massaged my ankles and calves too, which always made me feel great. I felt so sleepy and relaxed. I couldn’t stop blinking. Chad was talking to me but his words always seemed to slip past me, and I concentrated on how good I felt, how good he was making me feel. My body was so limp I couldn’t move—or maybe I just didn’t want to. My cock was hard, but that didn’t matter right then.

I don’t know how long I lay there, hovering at the edge of sleep while Chad talked to me and massaged my feet. Breck and Eric came back from their run, giggling, sweaty and shirtless, their tee-shirts tucked into the back of their shorts like wagging puppy tails. They were lively as dogs, jostling and cutting up, hands on each others’ shoulders or arms or backs. Eric went to kiss Chad, but Chad pushed him away with a face and said, “Phew! Go take a shower, guys.” And Breck and Eric trotted off to the bathroom, gleefully shedding their shoes, socks, and shorts as they went, their butts in white briefs disappearing around the corner like the flipped up tails of happy spaniels.

Chad went back to talking to me. My hands moved, on their own. I watched them unsnap and unzip my jeans. My hips rose off of the futon, and Chad slid my jeans down. When my body sank back onto the futon, Chad pulled my jeans off over my feet. My cock was hard, pointing straight up at my head. One hand picked up and pillow and settled it over my crotch.

Breck came back first, followed by Eric. I guess they showered together? They weren’t gone long enough to have done anything sexual, I guess, so they must have just showered. Breck had a towel around his waist. Eric had a towel too, and he was rubbing it against his strawberry-blond hair, leaving his body on full display. Eric gave a big grin when he saw me stretched out there with nothing but a pillow covering my crotch.

Chad said something to them, something with the keyword in it, and I saw their expressions slowly go slack. Chad kept talking. The towel fell from Eric’s hand. His cock was starting to rise up. There was a rise in the front of Breck’s towel too, and then it came uncinched from his hip and dropped away, pausing a second where it clung to the end of his cock before slumping to the floor.

Everything felt like a dream, a very sexy dream. I lifted the pillow away from my crotch. When Chad told me to, my body moved and I climbed off the futon. Eric climbed onto it, on his hands and knees. Breck got on the futon too, curling up half-underneath Eric. Eric’s cock plugged into Breck’s mouth, and Breck began to suck him, slow and gentle. I climbed on the futon too, between Eric’s legs. Chad had his clothes off—real big cock—and climbed up behind me. He told me what to do, and I did it. I parted Eric’s incredible butt-cheeks and my tongue explored his crack and the hole at its center, tasting of fresh soap. Chad was doing the same to me. I felt like a conduit, transmitting the same feelings Chad was giving me to his boyfriend’s ass. Pretty soon, Chad’s fucking me with his tongue, and I’m doing the same to Eric; and when Chad slipped that first finger into my hole and told me to do it to Eric, I did what he said without hesitation.

Chad lubed my ass, then the bottle was in my hand and I worked some into Eric’s ass. I put on a condom and covered it with lube too. Pressed my hips forward and entered him. He took me pretty easily—he’s used to Chad who’s hung real big, bigger than me. I slid it all the way in and paused for a moment so he could get used to me inside him. That’s when I felt Chad’s cock working its way inside my asshole too. I pushed back and he slid in more and more, slowly. He’s big—bigger than any cock I’ve ever taken. That feeling in my ass might have been pain, but it hit my head like euphoria, like hunger, and I wanted more.

I slid backward out of Eric’s ass and a little more deeper on Chad’s cock. I slid forward off Chad’s rod and deep into Eric’s silk-smooth depths. They moved with me, each fucking me back. Took a minute, but I found a way to move that let me fuck Eric and get fucked by Chad at the same time.

We moved like that a while, all bodies in tandem and hands stroking backs and ribs and hips and chests—couldn’t get enough of the feel of each others’ skin and the muscles shifting underneath. Time stretched out, every second measured in shining sensation rolling like a tide through my nerves. Finally, Chad whispered something, to me, to Eric. Eric tensed up in my arms, his ass clamping down on my dick. He came hard, shooting into Breck’s mouth. That shoved me over the edge, and my own orgasm burned through me. Chad came in me at the same time, shoving that big dick deep in me and holding it there, holding me tight against his chest, until he was finished. He fell away from me, and I fell back out of Eric.

Chad had Breck up on his knees, jacking off over Eric’s prone chest. Chad told me I must be very tired after all that and should get some rest, and he was right—suddenly I was so incredibly sleepy. Chad kept saying something about how sleepy I was, and I just couldn’t keep my eyes open. I couldn’t stay awake any longer, and when my eyes closed the dark closed over me too.

7. Day 2

I woke up on the futon. Man, I felt like I’d just had the best night’s sleep ever. Breck in front of me and Eric behind me—all of us so tangled up I couldn’t tell whose limbs were whose at first. Naked, all of us. They were still asleep. No Chad, though.

I rubbed my eyes, yawned, eased my arms and legs free, and dragged myself up off the futon. Eric stirred a little, rolled and slid his arm around Breck, didn’t wake up. I shook my head, grinning sheepishly as I thought back over the night before. That Chad sure had some balls. He just went for it, and I had to admit I had really enjoyed it. I guess you can’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to, and I’ll admit I’ve been wanting to fuck with Chad and Eric ever since I met them.

I pulled on my jeans. Headed to the bathroom to pee. Sounds from the kitchen when I came out. I sleepy-stumbled that way.

“Morning,” Chad said with a smile, soft and low so he wouldn’t wake up the others. He had on this pair of old gray sweat shorts, and he was whisking eggs for scrambling. “Sleep well?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said. Okay, so I’m not very eloquent in the morning. Mostly I was trying not to stare at his bare chest. He looked pretty good. “That ... uh ... that was pretty wild.”

He grinned—nice smile. “Thought you’d enjoy it. Don’t worry—neither of the puppies will remember anything about the hypnosis. Eric never does—you heard him in the car yesterday, swearing he could never be hypnotized. Breck is an experienced subject, just as you told me, and I took advantage of that. Yes, they’ll remember the sex, but everything leading up to it will be lost in a haze for them.”

“Yeah? Eric I can understand, but you never hypnotized Breck before.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whoever introduced him to hypnosis laid a good groundwork. And Breck’s done a good job with you too.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” I stammered, feeling myself blush. I was kind of iffy on how that made me feel. I guess I kind of associated being easy to hypnotize with being weak-willed, and I didn’t want to be weak in any way. Kind of a pride thing, y’know?

Chad put the eggs aside. He was looking right at me—that piercing, even gaze. He has these sharp eyes that are either dark gray or the deepest blue; he has maybe the deepest eyes I’ve ever seen, and he always seems to be looking right into your head. I looked right back, looked him right in the eye, to show I wasn’t weak.

“What you have to remember is that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis. Jocks like you and Eric are usually good subjects, if the approach is right. They’re trained to listen to authority figures. As long as they see the hypnotist as being in control, they’ll listen to his suggestions. Just like you listened to mine. Yeah, I’ve always found jocks like you are good subjects. I give them a few easy-to-follow suggestions, and pretty soon they hypnotize themselves. It’s very easy for them to do it. It’s all in helping them focus and listen to the suggestions, and they’re slipping into hypnosis before you know it. So easy for them to let themselves slip into a deep, pleasant state of hypnosis. So easy. Just like you’re doing now.”

Whoa! That’s when I suddenly realized what he was doing. I tried to pull back, to look away, but ... somehow, I couldn’t, or just didn’t.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just relax and let it happen. I know it’s what you want to let happen. That’s it. Just relax. Let your thoughts drift and unwind. There’s nothing to distract you; nothing to interrupt; nothing to stop you from letting yourself sink deeper, back into that sweet state of hypnosis that you enjoyed so much yesterday.”

The longer I looked and listened, the harder it was for me to focus on anything. At the same time, it felt so easy for me to focus on him. Everything felt relaxed and lazy. I couldn’t stop blinking, and my eyes felt teary, but my body felt great, more relaxed than ever, all the stress flowing away. Chad kept talking and I kept listening, even if his words slipped away when I tried to listen close enough to catch them, and I felt great.

“Brock,” he said clearly, “look down.” My eyes left his and ran down his bare torso to his sweat shorts. He pulled at the elastic waistband with one hand, reached inside with his other, and hauled out his hardening cock. “You like what you see, don’t you? I know you do. I’ve got a big cock. It’s so easy to like my cock.” He pointed it at my face. “Have you ever seen a cock this big? I know you like it. You’d like to show me how much you like it, wouldn’t you? I know you would. I know you’d like to suck it. Have you ever sucked one this big? It’s okay. You can suck mine all you want, Brock.”

He tucked the waistband under his balls. His hand on my shoulder, guiding me down to my knees. His cock zeroing in on my lips, the tip touching my mouth, which opened and fit over the head of his member. He was bigger than any guy I’d even sucked before, but not huge, though my mouth had to stretch to fit over him. Having his dick inside me made me feel like I did the night before—complete—and my jaw relaxed and let him deeper inside. I felt him in the back of my throat and it felt great, like he was reaching a place deep inside of me that only he could ever reach.

“That’s it,” he gasped after a while. “You’re making me feel great, Brock. I’m gonna—cum—Brock, and you can swallow it if you want.” And suddenly he tensed up and he did cum, the salty bitterness of him spiking through my head, and I swallowed because I wanted to.

“That’s it,” he purred, stroking the back of my head as he slid his softening cock out of my mouth. I wanted it back in my mouth and tried to follow. “Ah, ah—time for that later, buddy. Let it go. Why don’t you go back in there and lay down with the others? Sleep a while longer. You know you want to. So sleepy. I’ll wake you in a little while when breakfast is ready. For now, though, go in there and let yourself fall back into a deep, sound sleep, and when you wake, all of this will seem like a dream.

And that’s what I did, and that’s what it seemed to be when Chad shook my shoulder and told me breakfast was ready, and I woke up cuddled up behind Breck. I really thought it was just a dream until I noticed I was in my jeans, just like I had been in my dream. Anyway, it didn’t stop me from joining the others as we dragged ourselves to the table and fell on the food like starving hounds. I couldn’t stop grinning. Today was going to be great.

8. Days 2 and 3

We spent the rest of that day in New York City. Chad drove us. It was my first trip to New York—Breck’s too—and we did the typical tourist thing, with Chad as our guide. We did some sightseeing. I wanted to fit in a visit with one of my friends from IRC who works in the city (hey, Jeff!), but we had some problems connecting, so that didn’t happen. Jeez!—how the hell can people live in a city where there are no working payphones? Ha!

Anyhoo, Chad did a great job of navigating us (mad props, dude!) through more traffic and more people than I’ve ever seen in one place in my whole life. I’m from the South—New York seemed incredibly cramped to me. It was fun, though, to see all those places and buildings I’d always heard or read about, even if they always seemed smaller and dirtier than I’d imagined.

Traffic was surprisingly light—either than, or Chad was like a charmed driver (maybe both). We got to the Brooklyn Academy of Music in plenty of time for Laurie Anderson’s performance, and her performance itself was great! All of us had a great time, and we were all jazzed when we left, laughing, cutting up, talking about what we’d seen all day and at the performance.

On the drive back, I was expecting Chad to try hypnotizing us again. But he didn’t. Then I expected him to try hypnotizing us when we got back to his place. But he didn’t. Frankly, by then we were all pretty damn wiped. Breck and Eric were so tired they dozed off—really dozed off—on the ride back, even though it took only 35 minutes or so. Oh, yeah, we shuffled into Chad’s place, and Chad and Eric headed to the bedroom, and Breck and I took off our clothes and tumbled onto the futon, and it was lights out immediately for both of us.

The next morning, we woke when the doorbell blared out. Remember I said Chad is a photographer? Well, he had a model coming over that morning for a photo session.

To be blunt, Chad is an erotic photographer. Do you remember my early story “Photo Shoot”? It’s not that good, but it was based on something Chad told me about a model he worked with a few times—though I admit I fictionalized it heavily. Anyway, Chad is an erotic photographer, and a good one. You know these Web sites that have photos of guys—“exclusive models,” they call them—for you to browse? Well, Chad is one of the photographers who takes those pics and sells them to the sites. He’s pretty successful at it too. He specializes in youngish guys, in the 18-to-24 “twink” range, though he sometimes shoots guys who are up in their thirties or older. If I told you the “studio” name he uses, you’d recognize it for sure. This model was typical of Chad’s specialty—maybe 23 or 24, which would make him a year older than I am, brown hair, cute boy-next-door kind of face, pretty good build.

Okay, so we threw on our clothes and Chad let the guy in. He introduced the guy to us hurriedly and hustled him off to the back room where he had this little studio set up. Okay, I wanted to watch, but Chad made it clear just from his tone of voice that we were to wait in the living room.

That was fine by Eric and Breck—they’re both addicted to video games—they sprawled out on their stomachs in front of some two-player game on the PlayStation. Me, I fell across the couch behind them and watched. Okay, I’m not much into video games, so mostly I watched Breck and Eric. Dude, if I didn’t know Breck loved me and Eric was head over heels for Chad, I’d have sworn there was something going on between them. They were grinning and giggling like kids, jostling each other’s shoulders, cutting up. Gotta admit—the scenery was damn fine; Breck had on just that pair of A&F shorts that highlights his ass and one of my baseball caps. Eric had on this pair of navy-blue track pants, a ratty white wife-beater tee-shirt that fit snug like skin, and this pair of sneaks that looked older than he was. I didn’t care about the game they were playing. I enjoyed watching them, and I gotta admit, jealousy or no, I felt their exultation infecting me.

With my head back against the wall, I could hear the click of Chad’s camera, the barely audible purr of his voice. “That’s it,” he was saying, as the camera clicked, and, “Look right up here. Look right into the light ... Yeah, that’s good. You’re doing fine. Just stay focused on my voice, and I’ll talk you through it. Don’t try to pose—just be yourself. That’s it. Just relax ... Settle back ... Don’t think about the camera ... Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Imagine you’re someplace familiar, someplace you like a lot. Do you like to go to hiking in the forest? Or to the beach?”

The guy’s voice, kind nervous: “The beach, yeah.”

I had this feeling I knew what Chad was up to, and it made me hard as hell in my shorts, but this guy sounded clueless.

Chad was on it again. “Okay, then close your eyes and imagine you’re at the beach, laying out on the sand. No worries—just soaking up some sun. Imagine how salty the sea air smells. Take a deep breath. Yeah, you can almost smell it. And the waves—remember how they sounded, their rhythm, crashing on the sand, pulling away, crash ... and away ... crash ... and away ... Take deep breathes. Relax. Breathe along with the rhythm of the sea. That’s it. Relax ... and breathe deeply. And the sun ... You remember how it felt, don’t you.”

The guy’s voice, slower and more relaxed, more distant: “Uh huh ...”

Chad kept up his rap: “So warm. So comforting. So relaxing. So easy just to lie there and feel it soaking into you. Feel it relaxing you ... So warm ... So familiar ... So great just to relax in the sun and let everything go ... Just relax ...”

I just sat there, ignoring the game music and sound effects, listening through the wall as Chad talked him down, seducing him with his voice, turning it into almost some kind of induction. Now, I’m not one hundred percent sure it was an induction, but it sounded like one to me. It sounded pretty hot, and my cock got so fucking hard in my shorts! I followed every word as Chad told the guy he was having no trouble relaxing and led the guy into a light, relaxed state. It seemed I was starting to feel kind of relaxed too and maybe kind of a little groggy, just from listening. Chad kept talking, smooth and low, and the camera kept making its soft, rhythmic clicking. I heard Chad talking him out of his clothes, into a hard-on, then helped him feel comfortable jacking off. I was hard as hell and I wanted to jack off too—so bad!—just listening to him.

Pretty soon, Chad’s telling the guy it’s okay to cum whenever he wants to, and I can tell from the guy’s groaning that he’s doing just that. After that, Chad brings him out of it, telling him what a great job he did and, there, wasn’t that easier than he’d though it would be? The guy was cleaned up and dressed like a snap. Now that he’s cum, now that Chad has handed him his money, he was ready to get out of here, and he did. Fast! Chad says a lot of his models are like that the first couple of times.

Eric and Breck don’t pay any attention except when the guy, in his rush to leave, kind of stumbles over that soccer ball Eric left lying around last night—they’re engrossed in yet another round of their video game, and they barely spare the attention to call “See ya” to the model as he leaves in a hurry. Me, I’m still on the couch, still grooving from what I overheard.

Chad sticks his head around the corner and looks right at me. :“Okay, Brock,” he says, “I’m ready for you. Come on back.” Part of me worried he knew I’d been listening. Part of me felt too peaceful to worry. So I got up and followed him back into the little studio room.

Chad stood real close, looking me right in the eyes, and I looked right back, feeling myself get a little more lost into those depths. “Looks like you were eavesdropping on us,” he said, using his finger to trace the outline of my hard cock in my shorts. “That’s okay, Brock. I know how you like the beach too. It’s a very special place for you too, isn’t it?”

“Yeah ...”

“Why don’t you stand over by the window.” He picked up his camera and snapped a shot or two. All I had on was a pair of shorts, and the sun streaming through the window felt good splashing off my chest, arm, and thigh. “That’s it. You like being photographed, don’t you? Just relax and let me take some pictures of you.” He said other things too, and there was a key word somewhere in what he said. I felt it slip through me, felt myself relax and drift back to that really focused and far-away feeling, like I was caught up in a daydream and didn’t want to snap out of it. A really cooperative feeling. Chad gave me instructions, and I felt real good going along with them.

“That’s it,” he said, snapping pictures. “Have a seat on the couch.” I did. “Lean back. Get comfortable. That’s good. Now let’s try a little game. I know how you like the beach. You went there just a couple of weeks ago with Breck, didn’t you? You told me it’s one of your favorite places. In fact, if you close your eyes, you can picture the beach in your head, can’t you? Close your eyes, just for a moment, and picture it.”

When my eyes closed, I could see the beach, plain as day.

“You can picture it pretty clearly, can’t you?”

I said, “Yes.”

“You can see the sand and the surf. You can see the waves. Just like you’re there. The rough sand on your skin. The heat of the sun beating down on you. It sure feels good, doesn’t it? So warm and so good on your skin. You like that feeling, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I like it.”

“I know you do. It’s such a good feeling. It all seems so real, as if you’re really there. Just relax and enjoy it, Brock. You’re at the beach, enjoying a day of no worries. Just relaxing and feeling good. Feeling so good you’re starting to get a little horny, aren’t you? Feeling good. Feeling relaxed. Feeling a little horny. Starting to get a little hard again, just a little. It’s okay. The sun feels so good on your skin. The waves sound so nice and relaxing. Imagine yourself laying back on the sand and just enjoying everything around you. Just relax and let your dick get so nice and hard. Your dick getting hard just adds to how good you feel and helps you relax even more. Yeah, that’s it, Brock. That’s it.”

After a pause, Chad continued. “Brock, in a moment, I’m going to ask you to open your eyes. But first, I want you to concentrate on the beach. On the waves. See them? Hear them? Concentrate on the sand, and how good it feels. A little rough on your skin but also very warm and comforting. Concentrate on the sunlight and how it warms and relaxes you. Feel how real it seems. In a moment, Brock, I’m going to ask you to open your eyes, and you’ll find it very easy to do so and still stay so deeply relaxed. Everything seems to real in your imagination, and when you open your eyes, you’ll see it all before you. The beach. The sand. The sea. The waves. The sunlight. You’ll see it all around you as if you’re really there. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yeah ...”

“Good, Brock. When you open your eyes, you’ll see it and feel it and hear it all around you. All alone on the beach. Relaxing in your favorite place in the world. Go ahead. When you’re ready, open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes.

“That’s it. Look around. Tell me what you see.”

I looked around. Part of me was aware of the room, the lights, Chad with his camera, the walls. But another part of me was aware of a wide-open beach where I’d gone for a weekend with Breck a couple of weeks before. It seemed nearly real. “I see ...” The room. The beach. I was aware of them both. “Take your time. Let everything around you slip away. Relax. Focus on the beach. Make it real in your head, and you’ll see it all around you. Can you smell the salt in the air?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Can you see the waves? Can you hear them gently lapping at the sand?”

“Yes.”

Can you feel the sand against your skin?”

“Yeah.”

“Look around. You’re alone on the beach, aren’t you? Alone and relaxed and so horny on the beach. Such a great place to be. So relaxed and horny, aren’t you?” I rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. “Yeah.”

“The sun feels great on your skin. So warm. It makes you feel so good—so relaxed and so sexy. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“So hard, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“So horny, aren’t you?”

“You’re all alone on the beach, and the sun feels so good. No one else around for miles. Why don’t you take your shorts off. It’s okay. You can take them off if you want to and enjoy the sub all over your body.”

I lifted my hips and pushed my shorts down. My hard cock rolled free and slapped against my tight abs. I slid my shorts down to my ankles, pulled my feet free of them.

“Good, Brock. The sun on your whole body makes you relax, makes the beach seem even more real to you.”

He was right—the more I focused on the beach, the realer it seemed. I was less aware of the room around me, and more aware of how the salty breeze tiptoed across my chest. The sound of the waves just a few feet away. The scratch of the sand under my butt and back and heels. Chad’s voice and those soft camera clicks came from somewhere else. I was alone on the beach.

“So horny. Put your hand on your cock. That feels so good, doesn’t it? Jack it a little, slow and easy.”

I did what he told me. All I felt was the sun, the pleasure from the friction of my hand on my dick, this pleasure running through me. I was jerking off and feeling fine. I even lifted my legs, licked a finger, and reached down to slip it into my ass, which I only do sometimes when I want it to be special. It felt real good. Chad kept working at me as I jerked myself off. Pretty soon, the more he talked to me, all I knew was the beach, the sun blazing down on me. No one around. Me loving the feel of my hand on my cock and the finger in my ass as I rocked myself into pure pleasure on the beach.

“When you’re ready, let yourself cum.”

My balls buzzed, and my dick blazed like white fire in my hand. Suddenly, I felt that ecstasy wash over me like a tide, wave after wave of it rushing through me. My fluid spurted out, splattering hot against my chest and shoulder and belly, coating my fingers. I rode the wave for what seemed like forever and loved every intense second of it.

Gradually, I started to come down. Chad was talking me through it, helping me relax even further. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, my cum was gone. I was back in my shorts. I was back in the studio room.

I opened my eyes, but I knew I wasn’t awake yet—not really, anyway. I still felt relaxed, that peaceful, daydreamy concentration. Chad told me to stand up, and I did. He told me to go back into the living room and have a seat on the couch. There was something else he needed to do but he’d call me when he was ready for me again. In the meantime, he said I could just relax or go to sleep, whichever I wanted.

I followed him to the living room. “Breck,” he said as I headed for the couch, “I’m ready for you.” I sprawled out on the couch. Breck got up and adjusted those A&F shorts—the only thing he had on. He looked at me, started to say something, but then he followed Chad back into the back. Eric just reset the game in single-player mode and went on playing like nothing was going on. I sat there on the couch, and the longer I sat, the sleepier I became. My eyes slid shut, and I dozed.

This next part—I’m not sure if it really happened. It might have been a dream. It sure felt real, but ... I don’t know for sure, and I don’t have any evidence that it really happened. Breck says it didn’t. He says nothing happened and denies Chad even called him into the back. The way Breck remembers it, after the model left, I went into the back, but he doesn’t remember Chad calling me. Me, I think he was so engrossed in the video game he and Eric were playing, the place could have burned down and he wouldn’t have noticed. Anyway, Breck says I came back and had a seat on the couch, and he and Eric were still playing and went on playing. He says Chad never called him, never interrupted their game, and the next part I’m about to tell you about never happened. So I’m going to say it might have been a dream, because that’s what it seems like now. It sure felt real at the time, though.

Anyway, I’m sleeping on the couch, and I’m aware I’m sleeping. Chad’s voice comes in and says, “Brock, I’m ready for you.” I opened my eyes. Breck was still gone. Eric was gone now too. The PlayStation and TV were both off. I still felt all daydreamy, my thoughts all sluggish and cloudy like my head was filled with cotton. Why couldn’t I wake up?

“Brock? That’s a good boy. It’s time. I’m ready for you now.”

In this dream, I got up and followed him back into the little studio room. Chad picked up his camera and started snapping pictures. There was Eric standing by the couch, his tee-shirt and shoes off, his track pants bunched down at his ankles. Breck, naked, knelt before him, sucking his hard cock. Something about their eyes—their eyes were closed as if they were lost in a private fantasy, and they looked as deeply relaxed as I was, and that was good.

Chad’s voice spoke in the back of my head, and suddenly I knew what was going on. I had walked in on two of my friends having sex. I was supposed to join them. I walked over and rubbed my wood through my shorts, and they both looked over at me and grinned.

In this dream, my shorts came off. Eric’s track pants too. I was bent over the arm of the couch, and Breck kissed and licked my ass. Eric stood on the couch and fed his pretty, pretty cock into my mouth, and I blew him. I guess Chad was getting all this on film, but I wasn’t paying attention to him at all. Eric’s cock felt too good in my mouth, and Breck’s tongue felt too good on my ass.

Eric sprawled out on the couch. He jacked himself off with one hand and me with his other. Breck nudged my feet further apart. His cock eased so firm and smooth into my butthole. We found that old familiar rhythm of our lovemaking. I bent my head around and kissed Eric. He stood up on the couch again and jacked off over my head. I couldn’t twist my neck far enough to get to his sweet dick, but I could lick at his balls, which I did. His balls tasted salty, musky, and I licked at them more. He groaned and his knees buckled a little, and I felt warm drops of his load sprinkle across my neck and shoulder. Then Breck pulled out, pulled off his condom, jacked himself off with a few quick strokes, and came across my back and shoulder.

Then it was my turn. I stretched out on the couch and pumped at my cock. Eric curled up beside me, slipping his tongue deep in my mouth. Breck on the other side of me, licking my nips and kissing my belly. When my orgasm hit, inevitable as time, I broke away from Eric, gasping, and my load squirted out across his chest and arm.

I kissed Eric. I kissed Breck. Eric kissed Breck.

Chad said, “That’s good, boys. Very nice. Look this way.” We looked at him, all three of us happy and grinning, and he snapped a few last pictures of us. “That’s it,” he said, putting his camera aside. “We’re through here. There’s nothing more you have to do or think about, so why don’t you all take a little nap? So sleepy. Sleep now.”

In my dream, suddenly, I was so very tired. So hard to stay awake.

“A nap would feel so good. Just close your eyes and sleep. Sleep. That’s it. Sleep.”

Breck sank in against my chest, and Eric’s head bowed forward. I couldn’t keep my eyes open either. They were starting to shut.

“So deeply asleep. Sleep.”

And then in this dream, my eyes closed, and I slept too.

9. Day 3: Returning Changed (Postlude)

I opened my eyes. I was awake now. Really awake. I looked around. I was in the passenger seat of Chad’s car as he drove. I swear, I don’t remember packing or getting in the car, though Breck says we did—I guess it’s obvious that we did. Anyway, it was time to catch our flight back to Georgia—we were on our way to the Newark airport.

I stretched and yawned.

Chad grinned knowingly. “Sleep well?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, looking around. Okay, so it wasn’t the snappiest comeback—I was just waking up, okay? Ours was a late-afternoon flight—how many hours had passed in a trance since that three-way on the studio couch? As much as I tried to remember, it was all a big gray blank.

Anyway, Breck and Eric were in the back seat, still locked in sleep. Chad said, “Don’t worry about them. They’ll remember the sex, but they won’t remember being hypnotized at all. That’s the easy thing about hypnotizing video game aficionados: they’re used to going into those highly focused, trancelike states, and they’re used to losing whole chunks of time.” See? It’s things like that that make me thing the whole thing happened, whether Breck remembers it or not, whether it seems like a dream or not. When I ask him these days, Chad always evades my questions.

Anyway, whether it really happened—or even happened the way I think I remember it—is a question for another time.

Right then in the car, I just grinned back and said, “Yeah, I guess so. Man, I can’t believe you just went for it like that, hypnotizing us. You got some balls, dude.”

He shrugged. “Ah, anyone can have that kind of balls. It’s just a matter of knowing your limits, knowing the other guy’s limits, and then getting what you both want within those two sets of limits. I never push anyone past their restrictions. Well, not too far, at least. Nobody did anything they didn’t want to do. You sure seemed to enjoy it, didn’t you?”

That made me laugh. “Hell, yeah! I had some great sex with you guys.” Just remembering had my cock getting hard again in my shorts.

“You’re a sexy young guy. All you have to do is come on strong and you find people falling all over themselves for you, right? If you’re talking about hypnosis, it’s all in the self-confidence you project—the secret is in using the idea of seduction to supplement the idea of induction. All hypnosis is self-hypnosis, and you just need to make your subject want to be hypnotized. Hypnosis can be pretty seductive too, don’t you think?”

I pushed my crotch forward just a little to highlight the lump in my crotch. “You sure managed to ‘seduce’ me with it,” I laughed.

Chad was eyeing my wood out of the corner of his eye as he drove. “Looks like things may not be over just yet.” Without missing a beat, he reached over and massaged my rod lightly through my shorts.

“Dude, did you hypnotize me into getting hard?”

“Nope—you’re awake now. Anything that happens from here on happens because of your own free will.” He gave my cock a gentle squeeze that sent a shudder of pure pleasure through me.

Chad deftly unsnapped my shorts and unzipped me. I let him—why not? His fingers curled around my cock and he stroked it as he drove. He knew tricks I’d never thought of before, and even one-handed he had me pretty near cross-eyed there in my seat.

He pulled off to the side of the road, put the car in park. He bent over, and his mouth fit onto my cock like a velvet glove. He eased me to the brink, then backed off. He had me gasping. “C’mon, dude, let me cum,” I begged softly as he did this smooth trick around my glans that felt like electric jolts jumping from his tongue.

His mouth nursed me so gently, the sweetest blow-job I’ve ever gotten. My orgasm came easy, just a gentle rise of bliss all through me instead of the usual sudden burst as he swallowed my load. I sank back into the seat, thoroughly spent. “Thanks, dude,” I whispered, wondering if I should reach for his crotch and return the favor. He answered that question for me when he winked, put the car in gear, and merged us back into traffic.

At the airport, as we pulled into a parking space, Chad looked at them in the rearview mirror and said, “Breck, Eric, it’s time to wake up.” Their eyes opened, and they yawned and stretched.

“There already?” Breck asked, blinking and looking around at the airport. “Man, that was fast,” Eric said, sitting up and flexing those gorgeous arms of his.

Chad gave me a triumphant grin and a wink. “Yeah,” he said, “traffic was kind of light.”

So we got our bags out of the trunk and headed inside to find out departure gate. When time came to board, I hugged Chad goodbye, then Eric, feeling bold enough to give them each a little kiss on the lips. I’d come to Newark knowing them as friends, and I was leaving knowing them in a whole different way.

I got to admit, though, I spent the whole flight back thinking about what Chad had said about anybody having the balls to push for what they want. I had some fantasies I wanted to explore, but I wasn’t sure how to make them come true. All I knew was, if all I had to have was the balls to grab for what I wanted, Breck was going to be in for some very interesting experiences very soon.