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The following week at work, I saw Ken maybe two or three times. Each time, I was passing his desk, and he was involved with something and didn’t see me going by, although we passed each other a couple of times in the hall, and he stopped me to talk each time. This was definitely an increase in the frequency of conversation between us, since we rarely spoke to each other before about anything other than work related issues.

The following weekend, I received a call from Ken at home (per my post-hypnotic instructions). He called to check in and see how I was doing. He said that he wasn’t doing anything for dinner, and if I wasn’t either, maybe we could have dinner somewhere. I agreed, and we made plans to meet at the Olive Garden at 7 pm. I arrived about 15 minutes early, and found Ken already there. When asked if he had been waiting long, he said that he had only just arrived himself. We went in, got seated, and ordered a drink and our meal without saying much. I stole glances at him and noticed that he looked a little out of sorts – almost confused. After our drinks arrived and the waitress left, I asked Ken, “You seem a little confused – is anything wrong?”

“No”, he replied, “It’s just that this is the first time I’ve done anything with anyone outside of work that didn’t involve a group. You know – the company picnic, that going away party we went to a couple of weeks ago – things like that.”

“Really?” I asked – a bit surprised. “It always looked like you were really buddy-buddy with some of the guys at work; I figured you guys always went out and did things together.”

“Nah”, he said, “They’re okay to work with but I don’t think I’d want to hang with them too often. You on the other hand seem like you have your head on straight on the job, and I respect you for that. You don’t take any bullshit from the guys, and you are persistent in your requests.”

By this time the waitress had returned with our appetizers, and we started eating quietly. I kept stealing glances at Ken – I just couldn’t help myself. In the back of my mind, I was already starting to plan out the rest of the evening. The restaurant was a bit crowded, but thankfully, the tables immediately adjacent to us were vacant. It was time to see if the trigger I gave him would work.

“Hey Ken, do you bowl?” I asked innocently.

“Now and then, why?” he replied.

“Well, I used to bowl regularly – even bought myself a couple of blue balls”, I said, waiting to see if there was any reaction to the trigger.

It took a moment, but then Ken’s eyelids fluttered, then closed. I took control immediately and brought him deeper - keeping my voice down so as not to attract any undue attention, and ensured that he continued to sit up but look down at his plate while going deeper all the time I spoke to him. In this way, it would be difficult for any passersby to tell there was anything amiss. Once I had him deep enough, I told him that he will have a total of 3 drinks this evening, but they would affect his mind as if he had 7 or 8. He will not become physically sick, but will be drunk and will allow me to take him home to my place.

He accepted these commands and repeated them back to me before I counted him out. When he awoke, we picked up where the conversation left off as if nothing happened. We discussed our respective averages, and how well or poorly we bowl. Maybe this was something that we could do together in the future, but for now, the waitress had returned with our main dish. Ken ordered a second drink, and by the time he was done eating his meal, he had finished the drink and seemed to be getting rather tipsy. He ordered a third drink.

“You sure you want to do that Ken?” I asked. “You seem to be getting a bit tipsy”.

‘Nah, I’m fine,” he said.

The waitress returned with his drink and asked if there would be anything else. I told her that would be all, and she left to write up the bill. With every sip of his drink, Ken appeared to become more and more drunk. He began to talk about how things were going at home – specifically with his wife. He told me how things have gone from bad to worse; she won’t speak to him, and she totally ignores him. I asked him what started it all and he said that he wasn’t exactly sure. He’s always paid attention to her, and made sure she had everything she needed. He said that a couple of months ago, she started to become distant, and then it progressed to the point that no matter what he said to her, she would respond as if she was either angry or irritated. I told Ken that it sounded like she’s got someone on the side. Ken looked down at the table and admitted that’s what he thought too.

By the time Ken finished his drink he was completely drunk. His speech was slurring, and when he tried to stand up, he almost fell back into his chair.

“Whoa, buddy”, I said, “There’s no way you’re driving home in this condition. I’ll drive. We can come back tomorrow to get your car.”

Ken didn’t say anything but made his way to the door while I made arrangements with the manager to leave Ken’s car in the lot overnight. When I got outside, Ken was leaning against the building gazing out into nowhere. I grabbed his arm and steered him toward my car. I got him in the passenger seat, then got in on my side and started car. Driving out of the parking lot, Ken asked where we were going. I told him that we were going to my place, and left it hanging like that.

“Got any beer?” Ken asked.

“Sure do”, I said, “but do you think you ought to have any more to drink? I mean you seem to be pretty well sloshed, man.”

“Yeah, maybe so”, Ken replied, “but beer is what relaxes me. I can drink hard stuff and all, but for some reason, I can unwind with a beer. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how it works for me.”

I thought about this for a few minutes as I drove us to my place.

“Ken,” I said suddenly.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Blue balls.”

His head immediately drooped to his chest and his eyes closed.

“Very good Ken,” I said, “Now breathe deeply and evenly as you drift deeper. You cannot help yourself. You must focus on my voice and following my instructions.”

“Must follow…instructions,” Ken mumbled.

“Yes Ken, that’s right. You must follow my instructions. Now let yourself drift deeper as you listen to my voice and let my words sink deeply into your mind. Tell me honestly, do you mind that I am taking you back to my apartment?”

“No. I was sort of hoping that I could go home with you,” he confessed..

“Why is that?” I asked

“Because I want to…” he started to say, but then halted, as if he was searching for the right words, “I want you to suck on my dick again.”

I was surprised. I always thought that Ken was the straight-as-a-pin type. By this time, we had arrived back at my apartment. I ordered Ken to remain in his hypnotized state as he followed me. We went into my apartment and I had Ken sit on the couch. I asked him if he really wanted a beer and he said ‘yes’.

While I got us each a beer, I thought about what I should do, and how far I should go. I didn’t want to go too far too fast, yet I was hungry for his cock. I decided to ask him some questions and see just how far he was willing to go.

I brought our beers into the living room and sat next to him on the couch, setting our beers on the coffee table. He looked adorable sitting there, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. I whispered in his ear that no matter what sensations he felt, he would remain in this state, unable and unwilling to resist. I reached over and gently squeezed his crotch. He gave a soft moan of pleasure, and I told him that he would continue to feel this feeling as long as he answered my questions truthfully. Asking if he understood, he answered that he did.

I began massaging his crotch, and was soon rewarded with his thickening manhood.

“How many times have you had sex with a man, Ken?” I asked first.

“Three times, counting the last time I was here,” he replied immediately, followed by another moan of pleasure.

Continuing my massage, I asked, “What did you do with those other men?”

Taking a deep breath, he said, “I sucked one guy’s cock, and fucked another guy.”

“And did you enjoy sucking that guy’s cock?” I probed.

Sighing in pleasure, he answered, “Yeah…it felt good in my mouth.”

I unzipped his fly and reached into his pants, massaging his cock and balls through his boxer shorts. “What about when you fucked the other guy…did you enjoy that too?”

Giving a moan, his breathing became a bit heavier before he answered, “Yessss…I loved the feel of his ass sliding up and down on my cock.”

“And would you want to fuck a guy again?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah…I’d love the chance to,” he breathed.

“What about letting a guy fuck you. Would you allow that?” I asked. Hey, what the heck – as long as we were on the subject.

“I – I don’t know. I’ve never let anyone do that to me before. I…guess…it would depend on who it was and how I felt at the time.” he replied.

“Really? And how do you feel right now?”

“Horny, for one, a little hammered, and pretty relaxed all at the same time,” he said

I told Ken to remove his jeans, and stand in front of me. When he had done that, I deepened his trance. I told him that the deeper he went, the better he would feel. He would find himself unable to move any part of his body unless I tell him to, and then had him repeat the instructions back to me. When he had done that, I told him that any time he heard me say the word “shopping,” he would be unable to move until I said the word “paid”. He repeated these instructions back to me. Then I asked him how he felt about me controlling him like that.

“I really don’t feel good or bad about it. You command it and I follow your instructions.” he replied.

“Good…very good Ken. Now, what happens when you hear me – and only me – say the word ‘shopping’?”

He repeated, “Any time I hear you say the word ‘shopping’ I will be unable to move until you say the word ‘paid’”.

“Very good Ken. Now I am going to do something and you tell me whether or not you like it.” I said.

Stepping behind him, I removed my clothes and wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself against his body. My cock was rock hard and it was pressing against his ass crack. I rubbed and lightly pinched his nipples and nibbled at the nape of his neck before asking how it felt.

“Mmmm…good. Please don’t stop,” he replied.

My hands roamed all over his hairy muscular chest, while my lips continued to caress his neck and shoulders. I nibbled and pinched and rubbed for a few minutes before asking how it felt now.

“Ohhhh man that feels good,” he breathed.

“Just let yourself drift deeper Ken - let yourself go. The more you like what you feel the deeper you will go, and the deeper you go, the more you will be able to relax completely and enjoy the sensations.”

Ken’s only response was a deep sigh of pleasure.

I nibbled and licked and kissed my way down his back, all the while, rubbing my hands all over his hairy body. When I got to his ass crack, I parted his cheeks and began to lick the insides of them, slowly working my way to his hole. Ken kept sighing and moaning, but never moved a muscle the whole time.

I asked Ken if he wanted to be able to move and he replied, “Yeah – I want to be able to bend over so you can reach my hole better.”

“Okay Ken”, I said, “when I say the word ‘paid’ you will be able to bend over and lean on the arm of the couch, after which you will not be able to move again – is that understood?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Paid”, I said.

Ken immediately went over to side of the couch and bent over, legs spread - giving me full access to his ass. His balls were heavy and hanging between his legs. I knelt down behind him and ran my tongue up the inside of his thigh from the knee to his balls. Taking one of his balls in my mouth I ran my tongue all around it for a few minutes, listening to Ken’s breathing become more rapid, soft moans escaping from his mouth. Then I ran my tongue around that sweet spot between his balls and his ass, making him moan louder. Spreading his ass cheeks, I let my tongue travel to his puckered hole, where I traced lazy circles around it, spiraling inward. Ken’s body shuddered in pleasure and his knees buckled slightly. My own cock was throbbing and leaking precum heavily. I stood, and rubbed my cock head against his hole, while my hands slid up his back, and massaged his shoulders. I ordered Ken to continue to relax and breathe deeply, and told him that when he felt something against his hole, he would be able to loosen it and allow the object to slide in.

“Yes…please let it be your cock,” he breathed so softly that I almost didn’t hear him.

I pressed my cock against his hole and immediately felt it loosen up, allowing me to enter him. The heat from his ass enflamed me even more and I forced myself to slide my cock into him very slowly, all the while whispering to him – relaxing him further and deepening his trance. After a few minutes, my cock was buried to the hilt inside Ken’s hot ass. I was loving every moment. I started to pull out slowly, as Ken moaned.

“Are you okay Ken?” I asked.

”Yeah”, he said, “It feels…a little painful but not much. It feels kind of good too.”

“I’m glad Ken because every time I pull it out, you will find that it feels even better than a moment ago, and that you want it more and more.”

I pulled my cock out completely, and then slowly reinserted it, bringing another moan from Ken, only this time it was more from pleasure than pain. I pulled out again, and I could almost hear him sigh in disappointment. Again, I entered him and pulled out. After a couple more times, Ken asked me not to pull out. I didn’t say anything, but kept sliding it in, and pulling it out until Ken started to grind his ass against my cock no matter what I did.

“You want my cock Ken?”

“Yeah,” he said with lust heavy in his voice.

I managed to pull out again and stepped away from him. I took him into the bedroom and I lay on the bed on my back, and gave Ken permission to slide my cock back into his ass. He did this with an obviously intensely sensual pleasure. He straddled my hips and slid himself down on my cock. A look of bliss crossed his face as he focused on the feelings in his ass. His thick cock was standing at full erection and bobbing up and down as he rode my cock harder and faster. I was doing my best not to cum yet. I grabbed Ken’s cock and spread as much precum as I could all over it, letting his gyrations slide his cock in and out of my circled hand. Within the next few minutes, Ken’s load erupted and shot all over my chin and chest - his cries of lust and ecstasy echoing my own as my cock exploded deep inside him.

After our breathing had slowed somewhat, I deepened his trance again. “How did that feel, Ken?” I asked.

“Like nothing I had ever felt before….it was incredible. Thank you for being my first.”, he replied.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it”, I said, “Now take a deep breath and count to three before letting it out. When you let it out, just let yourself drift down deeper and deeper.”

I watched him as he did as instructed, and saw the physical relaxation of his body as he went deeper into trance.

“That’s right Ken, deeper you go, just follow my voice down and down. Always going deeper, always feeling better, always becoming more and more obedient.”

I instructed Ken that if or when he discussed what he did tonight, he will only say that he and I went bowling. Also, I reinforced the trigger of “blue balls”, as well as planting the suggestion that he and I go out to lunch together a couple of times each week as our schedules allowed. He repeated all of the instructions back to me perfectly as we walked back into the living room to get dressed. Once he was fully dressed and seated on the couch with a beer, I asked him if he had any problems accepting what we did this evening. He said that he accepts what we did since we are both consenting adults and would enjoy doing it again at some time in the future.

“Well then, all you have to do when you want us to do this again, is simply come up to me and tell me that you want to come by my house.” I replied.

He was fine with that, and I told him that when he woke up, he would not only feel rested and calm, but also wide-awake and sober. Then I counted him out.

He blinked a few times, noticed the beer in his hand and took a drink. We talked for an hour or so about ordinary every day things before he left. I took a quick shower, and then collapsed in bed – very happy and very satisfied.

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