Hypnosis Stories

Test #1357

A translucent tube rose up from the pure-white floor. Within it, and standing up ramrod-straight, was a glassy-eyed, completely naked, and leanly-muscled, red-haired pretty boy of no more than eighteen. Stepping out of the tube robotically once it had revolved open, he didn’t react at all as it closed itself up behind him and retreated back into the floor.

If the boy had looked around the room, he would not have found much: the space was a white void, occupied only by a similarly-immaculate bed incongruously placed nearby. But the boy did not look around the room. He did not feel the need to do so. In fact, he did not feel anything at all. He was empty. A mere shell without a thought in his pretty little head.

Time passed, not that the mindless boy cared as his pale, taut, naked body swayed slightly on the spot, his pink, eraser-tipped nipples becoming erect in response to the slight chill in the room.

Suddenly, across from him, another tube ascended from the floor. The boy was not startled, he did not even acknowledge the abrupt occurrence as the rising object revealed within a straight-backed, naked and heavily-muscled, rugged-attractive, older man with a shaven head and a full, dark beard. Like the boy, the man too was apparently awake and yet very obviously unaware of his surroundings, his eyes glassy and unseeing as he stepped out the tube and into the room. His heavy, flaccid cock and low-hanging balls swung freely between his muscular thighs before he came to a stop and stood still as the high-tech means that had brought him into the room sunk back into the floor.

The two of them stood staring at and through one another as more time passed and though the mindless man did not acknowledge its passage, it seemed that now, the boy was beginning to. Slowly but surely, his bright, green eyes regained their focus, the boy beginning to slowly look around in confusion. Questions began to form in his sluggish mind as it gradually started back up: where was he? Why was he naked? And who was the naked man standing in the room with him? …Who was he for that matter? The boy did not know. Though he had seemingly regained the use of his mind, he had not regained his memory.

‘W-what’s going on here?’ The boy stammered, partly out of embarrassment as he self-consciously covered himself up and partly out of shock and fear, ‘Who are you? What is this place?’

When the man did not respond to him in the slightest, the boy timidly approached him. ‘Hello?’ He tried, needing to stand on his tip-toes to wave a hand in front of the large man’s face and awkwardly trying to avoid looking down at his huge dick, ‘Mister? Hey! Snap out of it, mister!’

Figuring that the man was trapped in the same trance that had held him until only a few moments ago, the boy turned away from him and took in the rest of the room, trying to find an exit. Unfortunately for the increasingly-anxious boy, the only other thing he could see in the completely white space was a bed, suggesting some unpleasant context to the situation he’d found himself in…

ABNORMAL BEHAVIORAL RESPONSE DETECTED IN SUBJECT BETA-18.

The boy jumped in shock and looked around wildly for where the sudden booming voice could have come from.

LOGGING EVENT FOR FURTHER EXAMINATION. RE-IMPLANTING STANDBY BEHAVIORAL PARAMETERS.

‘What the fuck—?!’ He stuttered uncomprehendingly before straightening up stiffly, eyes unfocussed, hands falling away from his cock and balls. No longer was the boy by embarrassed by his nakedness. No longer was he anything, his mind having been emptied of all thought by a force beyond comprehension.

INITIATING RECENT MEMORY PURGE OF SUBJECT BETA-18.

The boy’s blank, pretty face betrayed no reaction as his recollection of coming to his senses was systematically obliterated from his brain matter.