The Society of Hypnotists

5. Turned Into a Statue

Precisely at 4:00, Ryan started his car in his family's driveway and drove back to the pool facility.

The details were hazy, but he remembered Marcus dropping him off at his parked car that morning.  Ryan had been wearing what Marcus had described as "Jorge's clothes."  Although Ryan did not know who Jorge was, he had obediently put the clothes on after Marcus commanded him to.

Marcus had given the hypnotized 18-year old a series of commands on how long he could visit his family, how long he was required to work out to maintain his sexy body for his Master, and when he must return to the mansion.

As Ryan swam laps in the indoor pool, he noticed a shirtless, muscular lifeguard staring at him every time he looked in the man's direction.  Yesterday Ryan might have found the dark-haired lifeguard hot, but he now knew the only sexy man in Sleepy Hollow was his Master.

After swimming, Ryan entered the locker room.  But instead of showering, he mindlessly put on workout clothes and found himself going to the weight room upstairs.  Of course.  He needed to lift weights to remain desirable for his Master.

After weightlifting and showering, Ryan found himself walking not to his locker, but to another one numbered 69.  He had no memory of being told the combination to the lock, but his entranced mind ordered his fingers to turn the dial to the correct numbers.  He opened the door and discovered a tuxedo hanging inside. 

That's right, Marcus was having a party and had given Ryan permission to attend wearing clothes, even though normally on Saturdays Ryan would have no choice but to serve his Master naked. 

Ryan didn't trouble his mind with how the tuxedo had gotten there.

"I see you're going to Marcus's party."  The barechested lifeguard had entered the locker room, and was giving Ryan a look so filled with desire that even in his mesmerized state Ryan could not miss its meaning.  "I will look forward to seeing you there.  I have a feeling you'll be quite the talk of the town after tonight, although you may be surprised when you find out why."

The man ran his hand over his tanned, muscular chest and flexed in a seductive manner.  Ryan was naked except for a towel tied around his waist, and the lifeguard's eyes drank in Ryan's smooth, lean-muscled body.  An obvious erection showed under the man's lifeguard shorts.

"Yes, I am going to Marcus's party," Ryan said, avoiding using the word Master as he'd been commanded to do when talking with strangers.

"By the way, are these your clothes?"  The lifeguard pointed to a table with his arm, his biceps looking huge even when he wasn't flexing.  "I found them in the pool this morning."

"Yes, thank you."  Ryan retrieved the now dry clothes he'd obediently thrown in the pool after being hypnotized the night before.  He stuffed them in the locker, untied his towel, and slipped on the tuxedo pants without putting on underwear.

The hunky lifeguard seemed to want to say – or do – more, but the moment Ryan finished dressing he departed the locker room without another word.  No one could be allowed to delay his arrival at his Master's party.  It was now 6:00 and he'd been ordered to arrive by 6:30.

The door was open when Ryan arrived at the mansion, and he walked inside.  Already it felt strange to be clothed on a day he knew he must normally be naked and expose his entire body so his Master could use it any way he wanted.

Tables filled the large foyer, and three photos of nude male statues hung on the walls.  Dozens of men in tuxedos milled about talking.  Most were Marcus's age or older, although a few seemed to be in their 20s or 30s.  Only three appeared close to Ryan's age, but that didn't matter because Ryan had no interest in anyone of any age except his decades older Master.