The Society of Hypnotists

1. Hypnotized in the Locker Room

18-year old Ryan Smithson stared at his nearly naked body in the locker room mirror and liked what he saw.

Fresh from swimming the butterfly in his new town's indoor pool, he marveled at the pump in his chest muscles, loving the way the line dividing the left and right pecs looked more pronounced than usual.

Water glistened on his smooth tan skin as he flexed his arms, noting how his biceps appeared more defined than during his final season on the high school swim team last winter.

Ryan's eyes roamed his broad, well-muscled shoulders, then traveled down to his six-pack abs. He turned around and admired his defined back muscles, then glanced down, enjoying the way his round butt pushed his skimpy speedo outward, leaving the top of his crack just visible over the wet bathing suit.

Suddenly a man appeared at the edge of the mirror, causing Ryan to jump. He'd thought no one else was in the locker room so late on a Friday.

"No need to fear, young man, you have time to finish changing. I'm just coming to lock up for the night since you're the last one here," said a deep voice. "I'm getting ready to go for a swim myself once you have left. But please, just relax and take your time showering."

Ryan felt himself calm down and relax when the man's pleasant voice said the last part.

"I'm Marcus Hyppolite, Junior." The man walked towards Ryan and extended his hand. "I'm the manager here at Sleepy Hollow pool. I don't think I've had the pleasure of seeing you swim here before."

Ryan found himself staring at the most handsome older man he'd ever seen. In one glance he took in the man's clean shaven, perfectly shaped bald head, his immaculately trimmed goatee flecked with gray, and his hairy chest.

Large pectoral muscles gave way to a mostly flat stomach with just a hint of paunch, the small amount of fat somehow making the man more attractive, not less. Thick hairy legs protruded out of the man's black bathing suit. Ryan could not fail to notice the large bulge in the swim trunks.

But the most compelling thing about the man was his eyes, so dark brown they appeared almost black. Ryan found them beautiful and alluring. He glanced away before becoming too aroused, upset that the man's attractiveness was forcing him to question his sexuality for about the hundredth time.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hyppolite," Ryan managed to stammer as he took the man's hand while staring at the ground. "My name is Ryan. I just moved to town with my family. My dad got a job in Sleepy Hollow but waited to move us until I graduated high school."

While staring at the ground, Ryan sensed the man's eyes studying his scantily clad body. Ryan felt embarrassed, but at the same a nervous excitement grew in the pit of his stomach. Was the man receiving pleasure from ogling Ryan's smooth wet skin?

"No need to call me Mr. Hyppolite. That's what my father goes by. You can just call me sir," Marcus said.

"Yes, sir," Ryan found himself saying before realizing Mr. Hyppolite had been joking.

"As pleasing as it is to hear you say that, you can just call me Marcus," the man said. "And you don't have to look at the ground when you talk to me. I don't bite, you can look me in the eyes. In fact, why don't you just look into my eyes right now?"

Ryan found himself obeying the deep, calming voice.

As he looked up into Marcus's dark eyes a warm, pleasant feeling spread through Ryan's body, and his lean muscles began to relax. He felt his face grow slack, and his mind started to become fuzzy.

"There there, that's much better, isn't it?" Marcus said in a low voice. "Just relax. Relax and look deeply into my eyes, Ryan."

Ryan found the eyes so compelling he couldn't look away. The warm, relaxing feeling grew the longer he gazed into them. He felt no shame standing there with almost no clothes on, his lean body exposed before this older man he'd met just moments before.