The Society of Hypnotists

4. Waking Up Naked & Confused

Marcus manipulated Ryan's unconscious body so the 18-year old swimmer's head rested on Marcus's broad, muscular chest.  He ran his hand affectionately over the lean muscles on the young man's smooth back.  He was the most beautiful boy Marcus had ever hypnotized.

Marcus replayed the last few hours of wild sex in his mind.  It had been years since he had been so aroused.  Hypnotizing and enslaving the beautiful newcomer, then forcing him to lose his virginity in a wild night of passion, had left Marcus feeling 24 instead of 54.  Until, that is, they had made love three times and the sexy young beauty was still ravenous for more.

It was my own fault, Marcus chuckled to himself.  After the first time I ejaculated inside him, I commanded him to become a horny sex maniac for the rest of the night.  I may have gone too far with that suggestion.

Within minutes of the third time Marcus had topped Ryan, the young slave pleaded for a fourth round.

"Please, Master, I need you and your massive cock inside me again!" the boy had begged. "Please, please, please, pl —"

"FREEZE!" Marcus snapped his fingers, immobilizing the boy mid-word.  His face looked so helpless and beautiful after being rendered frozen that Marcus's overworked dick began stiffening yet again.  But at 54 years old. Marcus lacked the energy for another round with this horny teenager.

"When I say the words, DEEP SLEEP NOW, and snap my fingers, you will go not into hypnotic sleep, but into actual sleep, and you will awaken precisely at 9:00 a.m.  Do you understand?  You may move again now."

"Yes Master, I understand," Ryan said, then instantly added, "Master, I beg you to fuck me again, I need you inside me so bad, I need that huge –"

"DEEP SLEEP NOW!" Marcus snapped his fingers, and watched as the boy instantly lost consciousness and fell helplessly onto the bed, rendered senseless as if knocked out cold by a hypnotic punch.

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Ryan stirred and opened his eyes, finding himself cuddled against a man's strong, hairy chest.  The digital clock next to the bed read 9:00.

"I see my young slave has awoken, at the exact moment he was commanded to," the man said.

"Wh-what happened?  What am I doing here?"  Ryan said, feeling confused.  He remembered meeting this handsome man with the shaved head and goatee in the locker room last night, but everything after that was a blur.  How had he wound up in the man's bed?  Had he been drugged?  Kidnapped?  Fear rose up in him.

"You look so cute when you are confused, my beautiful 18-year old boy," the man said.

"How did I get here?  What did you do to me?"  Ryan said.

"Ryan, it's normal for your mind to take a while to grow accustomed to being brainwashed," the man said.  "In time, you'll wake up and know instantly what you are and whom you must serve."

"I, I, don't understand," Ryan stammered, realizing with a shock that he was naked.  He glanced around the room and didn't see any of his clothes except his Speedo.  He started to get out of the bed so he could escape the man.

"Now now, no need for that so early in the morning."  The man grabbed Ryan's hair and gently turned his head towards him.  "Just look deeply into my eyes, Ryan, and you'll feel much better."

Ryan felt a sense of warm relaxation begin to ooze its way into his mind and body.  But for a moment, his fear overpowered the sensation and he used his hands and feet to try to backpedal away from the man.

"I'm afraid you are powerless to go anywhere, Ryan," the man said in a deep voice, his gaze still fixed on the teenager.  "In fact, your arms and legs are growing weaker.  Your whole body is getting weaker and weaker with every word I say.  It is useless to resist..."