Gay Erotic Stories

Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1998. This story is the property of the author, Animal360. Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author. Part 1: A Hot Cup of Coffee. There is probably one somewhere in the city that you live. It is just your average neighborhood coffee shop. A place where all sorts of people come to read the paper, drink coffee, eat donuts and talk. There is nothing at all to make it seem out of the ordinary or unusual. In fact, you probably drive right by it every day, and that is why you’ve never noticed it. I’m one of those ‘strange’ people who has never had, and probably never will have, a car. I tried to learn to drive once, but it was a very bad experience. Maybe someday I’ll tell you about it, but that is another story which is best left for another time. So, over the years I’ve learned to take the local city bus, or ‘public transportation’ as it is called, and the occasional cab when I need to get somewhere in a hurry. But if the weather is nice, and I have the time, sometimes I walk. That is how I came across the coffee shop. It was a Saturday, one of the few ones I’ve had lately where there was no reason to go into work, and no chores to do at home. I was just enjoying my free time. Indulging myself by walking around the neighborhood, in a section of town that I did not often frequent. The wind was somewhat colder than I had thought it would be, so I ducked inside to get out of the wind and warm my hands around a hot cup of coffee…and maybe a donut. I’d never been in the place before, but it seemed nice enough. Clean, bright, pleasant, and permeated with the aroma of hot coffee. As I sniffed the air, and the blood seemed to flow back into my frozen nostrils, I could detect the wonderful aromas of flavored coffees that I’d bought at the supermarket. These seemed to be richer somehow, stronger, and just breathing the air I could almost taste the coffee in my mouth, on my tongue. The shop was not exactly quiet, but it wasn’t packed to the rafters, either. There were a dozen or so people spread out sitting at various tables, and a few in some of the booths. They were quietly talking with friends, reading their papers, or just looking out the windows at the people walking by. I know that this sounds so ordinary, and quite boring actually, but at that time the place was very unremarkable, except for the aromas of the different coffees in the air. The woman behind the counter appeared to be of middle age, a sort of motherly figure, whose eyes seemed to sparkle with hidden joy and laughter, the sort of person that seems to brighten a room when they enter it. I was sure that she was probably the reason why people came here in the first place, or at least why they came back. I felt my mood improve from just seeing her smile a big warm welcoming smile as she said, “Hello, sir. What can I get for you?” “A large hot cup of coffee, no flavor please. Oh, and I take cream and sugar,” I replied. “Just be a minute. There’s plenty of room here at the counter, so why don’t you sit here?” She replied in that warm motherly tone of voice. “Sure. Okay.” I said, as I plopped myself down on a seat a few feet away from her and the multitude of coffee pots steaming gently in the corner. As I waited for the coffee to arrive, I noticed that the shop had a warm and inviting feeling to it that I had not noticed when I first stepped inside. It made me feel a bit better and a bit more relaxed, but I was far from a happy person. The waitress, if you really wanted to call her that, arrived moments later and placed a large mug of hot coffee in front of me, accompanied by a bowl of sugar and a decanter of cold cream. “Listen,” she said. “You look like a man who needs a break. The first cup of coffee is on the house. And, I won’t take no for an answer. So you just sit there and enjoy your coffee and try to relax a bit, okay?” She turned away from me and went over to chat with what appeared to be one of the regulars who was standing by the till, waiting patiently to pay his bill. The man just smiled at me and nodded, as I looked at him for a moment. He turned to the waitress, and conversed with her for a few moments before paying his bill and leaving. Actually, I was very surprised at her kindness, and appreciated it more than she could have known. It’s the little small thoughtful things that impress me, about people. I found myself feeling a little better about myself, and feeling just a bit more relaxed. For just a second, I felt a smile touch my lips. I smiled a second time. I suddenly realized that all this, the free coffee, the warm inviting atmosphere and the cheerful attitude of the waitress, were all designed to make me feel better about the place of business, and myself. It is just good business, and a way to get repeat customers. A little psychology goes a long way. I’m actually very familiar with using this approach, when I want to hypnotize someone. You see, I’m an amateur hypnotist. I do it because I love hypnotizing people…guys mostly. Both to help them, and because it is a turn on for me. I don’t get to do it as often as I would like, and certainly not to some of the good looking guys that I’ve seen. But I get by, I guess. The coffee tasted very good. Smooth, and rich. Sipping it slowly was a luxury I had forgotten, or maybe it was just that the coffee here was very good. I soon felt the tension in my neck and shoulders fade away as I started to relax more and more. I was just looking around, at the people in the shop…as they came and left. Without quite realizing it my mug was soon empty, and I raised my hand to attract the waitress’ attention. “Hi, again,” she said with that warm motherly tone of voice. “Would you like a refill? But, you’ll have to pay this time. It’s $1.50 a mug.” “No problem,” I said as I smiled at her. “I think I can afford that.” “You seem to be feeling better, sir,” she grinned, as she filled my mug. She came back a few moments later, after returning the pot of coffee to the collection of pots in the corner. “Listen,” she said. “I’ve got a free ear if you need it.” I suppose, looking back, I should have been surprised at that statement, but I wasn’t. I soon found myself talking to her, about me, and my life and my troubles. Sort of like pouring out your guts to your favorite bartender. Understand that I am a very private person, and I don’t tell my secrets or problems to anyone. Well, I have to be private. I’m gay, and still in the closet. Sure, there are many guys out there who have come out successfully, but I haven’t done that yet. So, as you might imagine, I have a lot of suppressed feelings and desires that I have to keep under careful control all the time. Is it any wonder I’m tense a lot? I won’t bore you with the details, except to say that this motherly waitress soon knew all about me…my being gay, my having a crush on my boss, and my fantasies about him. It was odd, as if spilling my guts to a total stranger was not odd enough, that as I was spilling my guts, she would just stand there and listen. Every now and then when someone would come near or she would have to leave me for a moment, she would touch my forehead and say "pause," and my mouth and tongue would freeze. When she came back a few minutes later, she’d touch my forehead again and say "continue," and I’d pick up right at the syllable where I left off. After this happened four or five times, it finally dawned on me that there must have been something in the coffee. (Okay, so Sherlock Homes I’m not.) I knew that I hadn’t been hypnotized, but I had been drugged, and that drug was preventing me from feeling scared or frightened or even angry. I would have felt that way, if I had been in my right mind. I finished my tale of troubles and woes about two cups of coffee later. The waitress just looked at me for a while. She didn’t say anything, but a tear started to roll down her right cheek, and I heard a soft sob escape her lips. I knew that I should just get up and leave. After all I’d paid for the coffee, and I’d just told a complete stranger all my innermost secrets, but I couldn’t leave. I could not stand up and walk out the door. I just couldn’t. I didn’t feel compelled to stay, and I knew that I didn’t need her permission or anything. Whatever hold she had on me earlier had faded away and I KNEW that if I started to leave, she wouldn’t even try to stop me. Something inside, some part of me felt that I should stay and listen to her. So I gently reached up with the napkin and wiped away the tear from her cheek, and then sat back down and waited for her to say something. “You poor man,” she said. “It’s not fair that someone as kind and sweet as you should go through life with such burdens, and worries. You deserve better. You deserve a chance at some joy and happiness. There is much you can do to make this a more wonderful world, if you were just given the chance.” “Lady,” I said, trying to bring the conversation back to earth, and to keep from losing my temper. “Just what the hell are you talking about, and what did you do to me? What was that drug you put into my coffee?” “Paul,” she said. “You did not leave now, when you knew you were able to, when you knew you had the chance. You chose to stay, and perform a small act of kindness for someone who you felt has just abused and humiliated you, and in public no less. Why do you think that is?” “Probably,” I said with disgust and anger clearly in my voice. “Because I’m stupid. I also want to know exactly what you did to me, and why.” “No,” she said with a small smile. “Deep down you have a compassionate and caring heart. It is just in your nature to want to try and help people, even if it seems to you that you always lose in the end. That quality is very rare, and very precious. I think you may be the person I’ve been hoping would come in here someday.” With that, she touched my forehead again, and I suddenly could not move a muscle! I was paralyzed, and scared to death! “Paul,” she said as she smiled at me. “Come with me to the back room.. We need to talk..” And like one of those hypnotized zombies, or slaves you see on an old TV show, I found myself standing up, and walking with her to the back room. My face a mask of terror, and my guts turned to water. My GOD! Why didn’t I leave when I had the chance? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Is all I could chant in my mind as I followed her like a good little slave, into the back room. Once there, I sat down in an ordinary chair, and waited. And waited. And waited. In darkness, and in terror. Part 2: The Gift Suddenly, my world exploded in bright light. After blinking a few times (I could still do that apparently), my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw the ‘waitress’ in front of me again. “Paul, I know you are scared, and for that I am truly sorry,” she said. “But you would not have stayed of your own free will, for the entire explanation. No harm will come to you, that I promise. Actually, I am going to make it possible for you to help yourself and a lot of other people at the same time. You have within you a power, that you can develop and control for the benefit of your life and the lives of others. I can teach you how to do this, but it must be your decision.” She stopped talking and looked at me, then, and sighed. She knew that if I had been able, I would have either run from that place and NEVER come back, or tried to kill her. I’m not sure myself what I would have done. So much, I thought, for being a "kind and sweet person." “To begin with,” she said. “Yes I did drug your coffee, but only the first cup. It is a drug that affects only those few types of people who have the ‘spark’ within themselves. This is how I was able to confirm that you have the power, even though it is dormant. I felt something special as soon as you walked through the door. I felt a resonance of my power with yours, but it was very faint. I had to give you the drug to be sure.” “The drug is, well, hard to explain. It opened up your mind and soul to me…and because we resonated, you were able to confide all your secrets to me…and were unable to lie. So, I know all about you, as is necessary if I am to help you develop your power.” “For example, I know that you have a crush on your boss at work, and have fantasized about hypnotizing him into doing a strip show for you.” (At that I blushed so hard I though my head would explode. She DID know everything about me. I shuddered uncontrollably.) “I also know that there are a couple of good looking firemen at the fire station in your neighborhood that you’ve had your eyes on too. All you’d like to do is to see them slide down a fire pole, naked.” (Another blush, even brighter than before if that was possible.) “I can make all this happen for you. I can teach you how to do this, but only if you want to learn. I know that you don’t believe me. I am going to give you a small sample of what your power could be, and allow you to use it just once, and only on one person…one man.” With that, she took my hand in hers, and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to close my eyes, or to look away, but I could not. I was compelled to look deep into her eyes. I felt my body start to float, and my mind begin to cloud. Vaguely, I heard some distant voice telling me things. Things that I knew to be real, but that I simply could not remember clearly. _______________________________________________________________________ I blinked my eyes open, and there stood the waitress bending over me and putting a cool wet cloth to my forehead. I was lying on the counter in the coffee shop, and my head ached a bit. “Wha… what happened.?” I mumbled. “You okay now, honey?” The waitress asked with big concerned eyes. “You suddenly fainted or something, and hit your head on the side of the counter. You sure you’re okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” I muttered. “Guess I’m not eating right.” Well, that certainly would explain the ache in my head, I thought. All I want is to go home and crawl into bed. “Listen, honey,” the waitress called as I left the shop, walking without too much difficulty. “You go home, go to bed and get some rest. Come back when you want another coffee.” Kind of a strange thing to say, I thought to myself…but I was more concerned about getting home and resting. I spend the rest of Saturday, and most of Sunday in bed. I was just so damn tired that I couldn’t DO anything. Come Monday morning I was my old self and ready to face another work week. My head was much better, and I felt better than I had in a long time. The workday was uneventful. Nothing at all unusual happened, and for some reason I kept expecting something to. I smiled at my boss just like I always do, and he greeted me warmly just as he always does. Little does he know how much I long to see him out of that double breasted suit, preferably at my apartment. But that’s what dreams are made of, I thought, sighing quietly to myself. Just at quitting time, my boss called me into his office. My first thought was, great, more work to do. I could not have been more wrong. Upon arriving in his office, I noticed that there was a young police officer sitting across from my boss chatting with him. Well, there’s my ‘unusual thing,’ I thought to myself. “Ah, Paul,” my boss grinned at me. ”You’re here. I’d like you to meet the son of a friend of mine. This is Officer Steven Stokes. I’ve been telling him about the success you’ve had with hypnosis here in the office and some of the good it’s done for stress among some of our workers. Steven, here would like to reduce his stress level, and I though maybe you could help him.” It was true. I had hypnotized a lot of my coworkers, male and female….but always in groups. Never alone. I didn’t want to tempt myself or torture myself with something that I knew I’d never be able to have. It was no surprise to you, I’m sure, that my boss Phil, was one of the few people in our department that I had not hypnotized at least once, at one time or another. He always joked about it, when I asked him why he did not want to go under, by saying something like he had to keep an objective view of everyone including me, and besides it wasn’t going to get me a raise anyway. “Sure, no problem, Phil,” I said to my boss. “I’d be more than happy to help out..” I am not sure exactly how I did it, but I managed to walk over to Officer Stokes and shake his hand without stuttering a hello or drooling. This Officer Stokes had to be at least 6 feet tall, and maybe 200 pounds. He was built like a brick blockhouse, with well muscled arms, and legs, a beautiful torso and clean cut almost chiseled features. Add to that short cropped brown hair, and deep olive green eyes that made you want to dive into them, and a smile that could have melted the north polar ice cap. And a gold ring on his left middle finger. DAMN!!! Concealing my disappointment at finding him ‘off limits’, I asked him, “Officer, when would be a good time for you?” "Tonight would not be too soon for me," I thought silently to myself as I looked directly into his eyes. (ping) Funny, though, I thought I heard a bell or something ring very softly in my ears, I thought to myself. Guess I must be working too hard. “Please, call me Steve,” he replied. “And would tonight be too soon?” “Not at all. Here I’ll just give you my address and you can drop by after work,” I said, concealing my delight at this unexpected turn of events. “My shift ends at 7:30 PM tonight. I’ll go home, change, grab a bite, and be at your place by, say 8:30? Okay?” Steven asked me. “Sure. Sounds good.” I replied. Of course, what I was thinking to myself, as I stared into those deep olive green limpid pools that were his eyes was, “Don’t bother to change. I want to hypnotize you in your uniform, and cuff you too.” (ping) There it is again. I must not be getting enough sleep. Officer Stokes looked at me for a few seconds, as though having second thoughts. “Listen," he said. "Just so that we have a bit more time, in case this takes longer than you think it might, I’d like to drop by your apartment, right after work. I’ll grab something on the way over. So I’ll see you at maybe 8 PM then?” “Sure. That’s fine too,” I replied. A chill went down my back though. This was just a bit too much of a coincidence for me. But, I had made an appointment and I intended to keep it. Besides a the very least, I’d get to hypnotize a good looking guy and cop to boot. Funny, but that had always been a fantasy of mine. My last thoughts of Steve, as I caught his eyes while saying goodbye to him as he left the room were that I’d like it better if he did shower and put on a new uniform before he came over. (ping) Great. There it is again. Maybe if I take some aspirin, it’ll go away before my evening with Steve starts. He was late. It was already 8:15 PM and no sign of Officer Steven Stokes. Sighing to myself, I finally accepted the fact that I’d been ‘stood up’ and went to the kitchen to drown my disappointments in a hot cup of tea. A couple of minutes before 8:30 PM my doorbell rang. I tried not to run to the door like some hormone deranged teenager, but I couldn’t help myself. Even if all I was going to do was to hypnotize this hunk of a cop, so that he could get rid of some of his stress, it was still very exciting. I’d wanted to do this for years, and never dared to hope I’d ever get a chance. And here it was being offered to me on a silver platter. My boss, Phil, didn’t know it, but I owed him one for this. Big Time. I had to take a couple of deep relaxing breaths, to calm my trembling arms before I could open the door. The door opened and there stood Officer Steven Stokes. Still in his uniform, and looking, if possible, even better than when I’d seen him just a few hours ago. In fact, his uniform looked freshly pressed and very smart. “Hi,” he said. “Sorry to be late, but I wanted to shower and put on a clean uniform before I came over. Hope you don’t mind.” That’s a bit weird, I thought to myself. Why didn’t he just change into some casual clothes since he obviously went home instead of coming here directly from work? But I smiled at him and said, “It’s okay. I was beginning to wonder though, if you were going to show up at all. I am glad that you did decide to stop by. Do come in and sit down. Please, make yourself comfortable in the living room.” Steven just smiled at me with that killer smile, as he walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and made himself comfortable. “Is it okay if I keep my shoes & hat on?” he asked. “For some reason I just feel better leaving them on.” “Sure, whatever you like,” I said. “I like you better that way anyway,” I thought to myself. “All dressed for work and ready to go under.” I only hoped that my jeans were loose enough that my reaction to this hunk was not apparent to him. It shouldn’t be. I’ve had lots of practice (a lifetime, it seems), of keeping myself in control. “That’s good,” Steven said. “Because I’d like you to do something for me before we start.” “And what would that be, pray tell?” I joked and grinned. “Write you a ticket for being late?” “Not quite,” Steve replied. “I’d like you to cuff me before we start. I’m kind of strong and I wouldn’t want to accidentally hit you with an arm if something goes wrong. No offense Paul, but I am far stronger than you are, and if something does go wrong I might accidentally hurt you.” “You’re joking, right?” I asked, after I picked my jaw up off the floor. “This isn’t the normal way to start a hypnosis session, Steve. I’m not into the S&M stuff, and I don’t use hypnosis for that sort of thing. I’m not trying to control you or anything like that.” “No, I’m serious,” Steven said. “I’ve hurt guys with just one hit from these arms of mine, and I don’t want to take that chance with you. I know a little something about hypnosis, and I know you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do. I just want to be sure that YOU don’t get hurt.” I just stared at him for a few seconds. We had just moved from strange to weird, bypassed bizarre, and gone straight into the Twilight Zone. “Well, give me a couple of minutes to think about this first, okay?” I asked him, with a puzzled expression on my face. “Sure. Let me know what you decide,” Steve replied, as he moved around on the sofa and made himself more comfortable waiting for my decision. This was not like ANY other hypnosis session that I had ever started in all my years of hypnotizing people. Something was very, very different about it, but I couldn’t seem to put my finger on it. I knew that until I figured this out, I wasn’t going to go on with this, in spite of my promise. I absently looked right into Steve’s eyes and thought to myself, “I hope he walks around the room while he’s waiting for my answer. I’d love to see how he moves.” (ping) “I’m going to take a walk around while I’m waiting, if you don’t mind, okay?” Steve suddenly said as he stood up and started moving around the living room, looking at the books on the shelves, and at the furniture. “Fine, take your time,” I said, and watched him walking around for a few seconds. I finally knew what ‘poetry in motion’ meant. He was graceful, and controlled. The uniform must have been tailored to fit him. It could not have been off the rack. A light blue short sleeved shirt, which emphasized his muscular arms, and dark blue pants with a red stripe down the outside seam of each leg. The pants seemed only to hint at what they might be concealing, although one thing was for sure…Steve had a wonderful butt. A black leather gun belt, with the expected assorted tools of the police officer, black polished shoes, a dark blue standard police officer’s hat and a dark navy blue plain tie, with a simple silver tie clip completed the outfit. I turned away from Steve and looked at my right foot. It was no where near as pleasant to gaze upon, but at least I could now focus my attention on the problem at hand. It did not take too long, only a few seconds for me to work out what that mysterious something was. For some reason, unknown to me at present, Steve was obeying my suggestions, even though I had not spoken them out loud. I knew he was not hypnotized, as we had not started yet. Look at the facts, I said to myself. He’s wearing a new uniform, and he showered before he came over here. He wants to try this tonight, and he even wants to be cuffed. All ideas that I’d had when I was talking with Steve. And now that I thought about it, all ideas where two things always seemed to occur. First I was looking directly into his eyes at the time, and second, I heard that ‘ping.’ Deciding to test my theory, I looked at Steve, while his back was to me, (he was looking at some books in the bookshelf). I concentrated and thought to myself, “I want him to bend over and touch his toes.” I waited. Nothing. A full 30 seconds, and still nothing. “Steve,” I called. “Yes?” Steve replied as he turned around and looked at me. I caught his eyes in an instant and thought at him “Steve, turn around, bend down and touch your toes. Then stand up and turn back to face me. Remember nothing of this when you are done.” It was a pretty big ‘command,’ but I reasoned it was the only real way to be sure. (ping ping ping ) Steve blinked a couple of times, and then proceeded to do just as I had silently suggested. He turned around, bent over at the waist and touched his toes, providing me with a wonderful view of his butt in those uniform pants. (Okay, so I took a tiny liberty in trying this out. Can you blame me? I’m only human, and Steve does have a nice ass.) Then he stood up again, turned back around, and looked at me. Blinking his eyes a couple of times he then said, “So what have you decided, Paul?” There appeared to be no indication of what he had just done and no apparent memory of having done it. “Well,” I replied. “It is a bit unusual, but if it makes you feel better, we can try the induction with you cuffed. I would like to talk with you a bit before we actually start though.” “Sure,” Steve replied as he walked over to the couch and sat down. (Definitely poetry in motion, I thought.) In a smooth practiced motion, he brought out his handcuffs and snapped one around his left wrist. “You can do the other one when you’re ready to start,” he said. I walked over and sat down next to Steve, to the left of him. I made sure he was comfortable, and snapped the other cuff on his right wrist. Then I said to him, “Steve, I’d like to check out your eyes and make sure that you’re okay. So just give me a second, will you?” As Steve looked into my eyes and said, “‘Fine,” I gazed deep into his and thought quickly at him. “Steve, I am going to hypnotize you now, but without any words being spoken. I am going to use your badge to do it. I will take your badge and hold it near the lamp so that it catches and flashes the light at you and into your eyes. With each flash, each time I move the badge, your eyes will begin to tire. As they do, so will you body and your mind, at the same time. As you feel yourself getting tired and sleepy, you’ll start to count backward from ten to zero in your mind, and when you reach zero, you’ll feel yourself let go and drift into a deep, deep sleep. You eyes will close, your head will nod forward and your whole body will go limp and be very comfortable.” (PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! PONG!) Ouch! That last one hurt! I winced in pain for a moment, then the pain passed. “You okay, Paul?” Steve asked noticing my pain. “Just a bit of a headache,” I lied. “It’ll go away in a second.” Fortunately it did. The pain was intense but very brief. “Mind if I take a look at your badge before we start?” I asked him. “Sure, but let’s get on with this soon. Okay?” Steve replied. He was getting impatient. I reached over and removed his badge from his shirt and then held it near the lamp as if I were examining it in great detail. Holding it between my fingers, I slowly spun it around and around, making sure that it caught and flashed the lamplight towards Steve. “Hey, it’s just an ordinary, badge,” Steve snickered. “Why are you so interested in it?” I said nothing. I continued to spin the badge slowly between my fingers, letting the light flash towards Steve. I acted as if I was ignoring Steve as the badge continued to flash light at him. “You know, this is starting to become kind of boring and a big disappointment,” Steve said to me. I turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were locked on the badge, following it around whenever I moved it. He was blinking his eyes very frequently. As I watched, I could see him mouth the word ‘five’ as he continued to stare at the badge I was holding up in front of him. “Look…..when…..are…….you….going…..to…..try…...and…. hypnotize….me?” Steve said, slowly with long pauses between the words. He mouthed the word ‘one’ after he finished the sentence. “I…..really….do…want…..to….go….und……” At that moment Steve’s eyes closed, and his head dropped forward. A deep sigh escaped his lips, as his entire body went limp and he toppled over onto his left side, and his head wound up in my lap. “Deep sleep now, Steve. Feel yourself going even deeper now,” I said to him as he lay there. I could see his beautiful body becoming even more relaxed as he sighed a few more times, and smiled. Content to just lie there in bliss. As for me, I was in heaven. The only question was, what do I do now? Part 3 Steve. To say that there was a war going on inside me about what to do with Steve would be wrong. I knew that as much as I might want to, I would not and just could not take advantage of him like this. True he was hypnotized, and true it was probably not normal hypnosis, but still, it would have been wrong. “Steve, tell me how you feel right now,” I told him. “Warm. Safe. Relaxed. Comfortable. Obedient. Docile. Submissive, Sir.” Steve replied in that deep sexy baritone voice of his. “Steve, why did you call me ‘sir’?” I asked him. “I want to, Sir. Want to serve you, Sir. Want to please you, Sir.” Steve replied and the smile on his face grew bigger as he nodded his head slowly with each ‘sir’. “Okay,” I thought to myself. “We are definitely back in the Twilight Zone. I NEVER made any hint of those suggestions to him now, or even when I first met him. Just what IS going on here? He’s not just hypnotized….he’s somehow super-hypnotized, if that is even possible.” “Steve,” I said out loud to him. “Please tell me why you wanted me to hypnotize you, originally, and what you want to do now, and why.” “Wanted to relax more, Sir. Wanted to know what it was like to be hypnotized, Sir. But didn’t really think you could do it, Sir. Been tried before many times and never worked, Sir. But this time, could feel myself slipping down and into a wonderful state, Sir. I knew it had to be you hypnotizing me, and I just wanted to keep going deeper, Sir. I love what you have done to me, Sir. I want to keep doing what you tell me, so I can continue to feel this way, Sir. Please, Sir, please. Please take me deeper, or let me serve you or help you so that I can continue to feel this way, Sir. Please, Sir, please.” Steve just lay there on the sofa with his head in my lap, breathing easily. He just nodded his head a lot and smiled as he lay there. I was sure he was repeating what he had just said to me, back to himself and enjoying it even more. Surprised at hearing all this would not be the correct word. I was shocked. “Steve,” I asked. “Do you understand what you just said? Do you know what you just described yourself as?” “Yes, Sir,” Steve replied calmly. “I want to serve you. I want to be your personal hypnotized slave policeman, if you will have me, Sir. If you do not want me, I will go away and never bother you again, Sir. To have served you now, just by answering your questions, Sir, is all the reward I need.” Steve continued to smile and sigh with pleasure. “But why do you want to do this, Steve? Have you always wanted to be dominated or have you had a secret desire to be someone’s slave?” I asked in a puzzled voice. I knew that this just did not make sense. “No, Sir,” Steve replied in that dreamily mellow tone of voice as he continued to smile. “Never wanted to ever be a slave to anyone before, Sir. But you are different, Sir. I can feel your power overcome me when you hypnotize me, Sir. Impossible to resist, and I do not even want to try to, Sir. Serving you like this is so wonderful, Sir. It is all I ever want to do, for as long as you want me to, Sir. I am yours, Sir. Body, soul and mind, Sir.” “This evening is full of surprises, to say the least,” I thought to myself. “Here I’ve gotten more than I could ever have dreamed. A hunk of a cop, who is only too happy to act, no to BE, my willing slave. I’ve GOT to be careful with this.” I then spoke quickly and quietly to Steve, telling him that any time I asked him to ‘write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop’, he would return to this state, immediately with his eyes closed and his head would nod forward, but he would not fall down, and that he would feel just as good, if not better, than he felt now. I also told him that when I counted from zero to five, he would wake up and be his normal self. I pushed Steve into a sitting position on the sofa and woke him up with the count. “Hey, so when ARE you going to start, Paul?” Steve asked with a touch of a surprise in his voice. “Steve, first tell me how you feel, and then take a look at the clock over there,” I replied. “Well, I do feel kind of good. Great actually,” Steve replied. He turned his head to look at the wall clock. “Holy shit! What the….. 9PM! WOW!!! You really did put me under. This is great! I like this! Can we do it again?” “Sure,” I replied. “Just as soon as you write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop.” With that Steve was back off in dreamland…sitting slumped on the sofa with an even bigger smile on his face. I asked Steve where the keys to the handcuffs were, so that I could remove them. They would get in the way with what I planned to have Steve do next. After telling me that they were in the right front pocket of his pants, I told him to stand up so that I could reach into his pocket and obtain the key ring. He stood up and I walked over next to him. He smiled and even giggled a bit when my hand dove into the right front pocket of his pants to retrieve the key ring. I distinctly heard him mutter, “Nice. Very nice,” as my hand was feeling around in his pocket trying to find the key ring. (No. I was not trying to grope him. Listen, YOU try putting your hand in the front pocket of another guy’s pants and see how it easy it is to find anything. Well, other that THAT thing.) I finally fished the key ring out, and unlocked the cuffs. I then told Steve to open his eyes, put the cuffs and key ring back where they belonged, and then sit back down on the sofa and close his eyes. This he did quickly and easily. “Steve, do you know you have a nice body?” I asked him. “Yes, Sir, I know that. I hope it pleases you, Sir.” “It does please me, Steve,” I said to him. (At this point I saw Steve smile that ‘killer smile’ he’d shown to me in Phil’s office, and nod his head a few times. The smile quickly faded into that pleasant grin.) “Steve would you mind or would your wife mind, if you were to show me your body?” I asked, trying to keep my breathing under control. I knew this was a key moment in determining how much true ‘control’ I had over Steve. . “Not married, Sir. I would be only too happy to show you my body, Sir.” “Why are you wearing a wedding ring then, Steve?” I asked, in a puzzled tone of voice. “Keeps the women away from me, Sir. Don’t like women or girls, Sir. They just annoy me, Sir.” “So, what DO you like, then Steve?” I asked trying to keep the tremor of excitement out of my voice. This could not be happening I thought to myself. This hunk of a cop could not be GAY, too. If he is, then I MUST be dreaming. My cock was suddenly so hard, that I thought I would come right then, in my jeans. “I….I…..I….don’t want to tell you, Sir. Please, Sir, please. Please, don’t make me tell you, Sir.” Steve’s voice had changed from that sexy deep baritone, to that of a small frighten child, and he was trembling….shaking with fear. “Steve, stand up, raise your head and look at me,” I said in a commanding tone of voice. “Yes, Sir,” Steve squeaked, as he stood up, lifted his head, opened his eyes, and turned to look a me. . There he stood, trembling, actually shaking with fear. His eyes were wide with it, and tears flowed out from them onto his cheeks, like rain in a sudden summer shower. My stomach turned to ice, in a heartbeat. My once hard hot cock had become as limp and weak as overcooked spaghetti. Dear Lord, what had I done? I had taken a strong secure man, and with only a few simple questions and commands, turned him into a frighten cowering child, paralyzed with fear. I had encountered subjects before who became frightened or reluctant when asked about things they considered private, but nothing like this. Steve was beyond that, well beyond it. At that moment, I understood that however much he did not want to answer that question, he would, if I asked him again. Definitely, this was something way beyond mere hypnosis. Steve appeared to be completely under my control and will. He could think for himself, but would always obey me, and do what I said, no matter how much he might not want to. I suddenly had a bad taste in my mouth, and felt twenty feet lower than a snake’s navel. It hit me then, like a sledgehammer between my eyes, and completely by surprise. An intense fear, a terror, and yet a profound devotion all mixed together. I couldn’t seem to think straight for a few moments. I hung my head down between my legs as I took a few deep breaths, and absently told Steve to sit back on the sofa, relax and go a bit deeper. Immediately, I felt better. The terror and fear faded away, leaving nothing. I looked up to see Steve sitting back on the sofa, relaxed, and smiling just a tiny bit. He wasn’t crying anymore or trembling with fear. I’ve watched enough Star Trek: The Next Generation back when it was on television, to know an empathic episode when I see one. Only this one was for real. All the terror and fear that Steve had felt when I asked him that question had somehow entered my mind, and I was feeling what he was feeling, or what he had been feeling. I tried to clear my mind as best I could and see what other ‘signals’ I could pick up from him. I was not successful. If he was feeling any positive feelings, I could not sense it. I was even less sure of just what ‘power’ it was that I had over Steve and how it worked, than I had been before. I would have to go slowly and carefully with him, but I had to know if he was gay. Okay, I didn’t HAVE to know, but I WANTED to know. It was important to me. I sat down next to Steve on the couch, and just looked at him for a minute or so. He seemed to have returned to normal…or whatever normal was in this trance-like state. My heart went out to him. How I wanted to hold him and comfort him and make him feel better, if only to assuage the guilt that I felt in causing all this. I knew that if I did that, it might only make things worse. Still, there was another way. Less pleasant for me, but it might help Steve. “Steve, open your eyes and look at me, please,” I said. “Yes, Sir.” He replied, as he opened his eyes and looked at me. “Steve, do you like me?” I asked. “Oh, yes, Sir. A lot, Sir.” “Do you want to serve me?” I continued. “Oh, yes, Sir. More than anything, Sir.” “Steve, do you trust me?” I asked. “Yes, Sir. With my life, Sir.” “Steve, I am going to tell you a secret about me, to show you how much I trust you. Do you understand?” I asked. “Of course, Sir. I am yours, Sir. Mind, body and soul, Sir. I could never hurt or cause you hurt, Sir. If I ever did that, you would send me away, and then I could not serve you, Sir.” (Looking back, at that moment in time, I don’t know who might have been more worried about what came next, me, or Steve. I wasn’t 100% sure, but I believed that anything I told Steve I could make him forget, if it became necessary. So, there wasn’t much risk to him or to me. Still, this was a huge and difficult step for me.) In as calm a voice as I was able, I said to him, “Steve, I do not like women or girls. I like men. I especially like muscular men like you. Steve, I am gay.” His jaw dropped, and he just looked at me for a few moments. He stared so long at me…and into my eyes, that I thought maybe he had slipped down very, very deep so as to avoid this shocking bit of news. All I can remember of the next few minutes is being swept off my feet as Steve grabbed me in a huge bear hug, and proceeded to carry me around the room, hugging me and kissing me and laughing. There were tears streaming down his cheeks again, but the full rich baritone of his voice conveyed limitless joy, not sorrow or fear. To this day, I am still not sure how he managed to avoid breaking any of the lamps, or me for that matter. After what seemed like hours, he finally gently placed me on the sofa and sat down next to me. His face was aglow with joy and happiness. He swallowed a few times, and cleared his throat before he spoke. “Oh, Sir! I’m so very happy to know you are gay! So am I! I was so afraid that if you knew I was gay, you would send me away, forever. I…..I….I…..I love you, Sir.” With a huge sob, his big beautiful body began to shake again, as he started to cry uncontrollably. I reached out and drew him close to me. I held him. I kissed him, and softly stroked his hair. Without needing to be told, his big strong arms enfolded me in their embrace as he took me gently into his arms and hugged me close. He gently kissed my face every now and then, as his sobs slowly subsided. “It’s all right, Steve. I’m here.” I whispered in his ear. “You’re safe with me. It’s okay for you to love me, Steve. I care for you too, very much. I do not know if I love you yet, but we have time. Steve, I won’t ever send you away.” With that last sentence, he pushed me away gently, turned my face to force me to look him straight in the eyes and said, “A slave is never worthy of his master’s love. But perhaps someday, if I serve you well enough, I will have some small place in your heart. Until that day, I vow to serve you faithfully and completely. For I truly am yours, mind, body and soul, Sir.” This huge bear of a man, proceeded to kneel down in front of me and bow his head before me. There he stayed patiently awaiting whatever I might ask of him, much like an obedient dog lies by his master. I do not know if you can imagine, or even believe, the situation. Here is this large strong muscular hunk of a policeman, who could easily overpower me, kneeling before me, just waiting. I knew that I could have done anything, even raped him, and he would not have cared. His devotion to me was total, complete and absolute.. I could have ordered him to rob a bank for me, and I knew, (I do not know how I knew this but I DID know it) he would do so without question. My spine turned to ice, as the realization came to me that Steve would even kill someone, if I told him to. “Steve” I said, as I stood up. “Lie down on the sofa, close your eyes and go even deeper asleep. Just enjoy yourself for the next few minutes.” “Yes, Sir.” Steve replied calmly and carried out my instructions. I looked at the clock. Only 9:30 PM. “Well,” I thought to myself. “Looks like I’ve got some decisions to make. Steve’s not kidding about all of this. What have I gotten myself into now? And more importantly, what do I do about it?” Part 4 Decisions, decisions. I knew I had some time to try and think about all this. About what had happened, and what to do about it. One thing I was certain of though, Steve was my slave….by his choice not mine. All I could do was send him away….and break his heart, and probably screw up his life in the process. All those masters in the hypnosis stories I’d ever read on the world wide web, never seemed to have problems like this. Of course that was fantasy, and this was reality, and a fat lot of good these thoughts were doing me. I looked at the clock, 9:45 PM. Great, just great. Fifteen minutes had gone by and I was no nearer to a solution. My thoughts were running around in circles and going nowhere fast. “Okay, bright boy” I thought to myself. “Stick with what you know works. Treat this like any other hypnosis session where the guy says he wants to be your slave. Maybe that will work..” I had encountered a couple of guys, good looking ones too, who turned out to have a ‘need’ to be dominated and enslaved. Literally. I won’t tell you what they wanted to do, though. Let’s just say it went WAY beyond the line with me. I broke off all contact with them, and removed all post-hypnotic suggestions from them, with one exception. I told them they could never contact me, until I gave them express permission. Well, here goes. “Steve,” I asked. “Are you in the closet? And do you want to stay there?” “Yes, Sir.” He replied in that sexy baritone voice. “I might lose my job and friends on the force if I don’t stay in the closet, Sir.” Well, this was better than I hoped. I had some room to maneuver now. “Steve,” I told him. “I am in the closet too. And like you I have to stay there. So, our relationships both gay, and master and slave, must stay in the closet too. The only time you may acknowledge that you are my slave, that I am your master, and that I am gay and that you are gay, is when we are alone and I hypnotize you. Understood?” “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. I must protect you from harm, Sir.” Steve replied. “Steve, as for your other gay relationships, that is for you to work out. You, not I, must decide if you wish to continue them. If you do NOT, then you must break them off without arising any suspicion. Understood?” “Yes, Sir.” Steve answered immediately. “It is not a problem, Sir. I don’t have a boyfriend, steady or otherwise, Sir.” “Looks like there are more surprises in store yet, this evening,” I thought to myself. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” I sighed softly to myself. “Good to hear that, Steve,” I replied. “Now when you are not hypnotized by me, we are just casual friends who know each other through Phil. Sometimes you might come over for a normal hypnosis session to relive your stress, if you ever feel like it. Other times, I may want you to come over for other reasons. However, I will always check with you if this is a good time or not, before I hypnotize you…even if it is over the phone. Do you understand all this?” “Yes, Sir,” replied Steve. “It is very kind of you to look out for me like this, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” “One last thing, Steve,” I said to him. “Your professional and private life remain unchanged in spite of this new relationship of ours. You and I will fit in time for ourselves around our normal lives. It may not be easy, but we will manage to do it because nether one of us wants to be discovered, do we?” “NO, SIR!” Steve barked out. “I will be very careful, Sir. I do not want to harm or hurt you, Sir. I love you, Sir.” “Steve, you don’t remember what happens at all when I hypnotize you, do you?” I asked him. “No, Sir. I do not, Sir.” “And for your sake and for mine, it is going to stay that way,” I told him. “You only remember in hypnosis what I tell you to remember. Whatever that is, plus the trigger phrase.” “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” A part of me cried that Steve would not remember his love for me except when I hypnotized him, but I knew it was for the best. Until I knew more about my abilities, it was best to keep things simple. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t still have some fun tonight. I looked at the clock. 10:00 PM. Good. Still enough time for a bit of fun. I counted him out. “Hi, Paul,” he said. Then noticed he was lying on the sofa. “What the heck am I doing here? The last thing I remember was sitting on the sofa, in handcuffs. You put me back under, didn’t you? You must have, I feel great.” “Yup.” I replied. “You got it on the first try.” “Well”, he said after looking at the wall clock., and sitting up on the sofa. “I guess I should be going soon. But we still have a little time if you want to talk for a while, say a half hour or so.” “Actually, Steve,” I replied. “I was thinking of having some harmless fun with you, while I have the chance. You’re such a natural and deep subject.” “Well, I don’t know, Paul,” Steve said looking at me square in the eyes, and smilling that killer smile of his. “You and I both know that I won’t do anything I don’t want to. So, I’m afraid a strip tease is out of the question,” he laughed. “Why don’t we discuss that after you write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop, Steve?” I asked with a wicked grin on my face and wink of my eye. Steve’s eyes blinked three or four times, then closed, his head nodded forward, and he sighed as he started to smile. I think he was looking forward to some fun as much as I was. Part 5 Time for Some Fun. There were so many possibilities, that I wasn’t sure where to begin. True, sex was out of the question, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have him jack off for me, and give him the pleasure of an orgasm. Damn it! I was getting close to one myself as I thought about it. Best to start slow and easy, though, and relish the moments. “Steve, open your eyes and stand up.” I said. “Yes, Sir.” He replied as his eyes popped open and he stood up, in a fluid motion. “Steve, When I tell you to, I want you to put on your hat, put your badge back on, and then I want you to do a police ‘pat search’ of me for any objects. While you are doing that, you’ll find that it turns you on just a bit, and that you’d like to have me do that to you, when you are done doing me.” “Yes, Sir. I like that idea, Sir.” He replied with shining eyes, looking at me. “Let’s start then, Steve.” I said with a wink of my eye. “Oh, yes, Sir!” Steve replied joyously. As he bent over and picked up his hat from the floor where it had fallen earlier, and put it on. (My cock saluted him.) He picked up his badge from the coffee table and replaced it on his uniform, then he reached over and grabbed my arm hard and pulled me (with little resistance, if any, I might add) over to the wall where he made me ‘assume the position’, that suspects always assume on police shows; facing the wall with my arms up and over my head. He started with my right foot and gently but firmly moved his hands over and across my foot feeling every inch of it and patting it to see if there was anything concealed. I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I could sure feel it. I tried not to tremble when I thought of him searching my crotch. My breath was starting to come fast now. Steve was methodical, and efficient, as his searched first my right foot and leg up to the knee, and then searched my left foot and leg up to the knee. His hands were strong but very gentle as if he were afraid he would bruise me. Still his touch was warm and wonderful….all that I had ever dreamed it might be….and I still had my clothes on! He continued to search up my left leg to just below my crotch, and then switched over to the right leg and did it. The anticipation of him reaching forward and grabbing my now hard and throbbing cock, was sending waves of pleasure into my brain. I was surprised then, when he suddenly put his hands on my head, and started to search there. In the same quick and methodical way he searched my head, arms, shoulders neck and chest, leaving only my butt and pelvic areas alone. For a second, I was not sure exactly what he was doing, until I realized that he was saving the best part of the search for last…..and my cock throbbed even harder as I started to sway gently back and forth with anticipation. Without any warning he suddenly grabbed my ass and started to run his hands all over it. He wasn’t just searching for a concealed weapon, he was giving me a butt massage! He wasn’t deaf, so I know he heard me as I began to moan with pleasure and call out softly to him, “More….more…don’t stop.” He gently increased the pressure and push on my ass, with each and every stroke of his hands. I surrendered myself to the coming climax as I called out to him, “Oh, God, YES!. Oh keep doing it, Steve! Oh, I’m so close!” All at once his right hand reached out and spun me around to face him. In a heartbeat his right hand was down on my rock hard and hot cock and stroking it and grabbing it as best he could without opening my fly, while his left hand continued to massage my right buttock. This was every fantasy I’d ever had about a hunk cop, coming real at one time. I gave myself over to it, willingly and totally. I came. With the force of a thousand denied dreams, I came, and the ecstasy eclipsed everything. The hot liquid fire erupted into my shorts, as I threw myself forward at Steve. Effortlessly he caught my body as it suddenly sagged forward, and gently lowered me to the floor with all the care and compassion of a mother putting her baby down for a nap. I was totally drained. I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in the chair by the sofa, with Steve watching me like a hawk, the concern and worry on his face only starting to fade as I smiled at him. “WOW!” I said. “What do you do for an encore?” “Whatever you want, Sir,” he replied, with obvious relief. He was sitting on the sofa next to me. “I was worried that I might have hurt you, Sir.” “No,” I said, smiling at him easily now as my strength started to return. “It was such a rush and joy and so much more than I could have hoped for. I guess I shouldn’t have skipped supper tonight.” I looked at him sitting there beside me and my hands and arms ached to caress that body, but I was just too damn tired. Still there was one more thing that I did have the energy for, and after looking at the wall clock, I knew there was still enough time for it. “Steve,” I said as I looked at his handsome face. “I’m sorry but I’m too tired to do the police ‘pat search’ of you that I mentioned. So I’d like you to do something for me, instead. Strip for me. Give me the best male stripper show in the world. Do your best to turn me on, and to show off that incredible body of yours to me. And as you remove each piece of clothing, you’ll get more and more turned on. Once you’re dancing naked in front of me, Steve, you’ll start to stroke your long hard hot cock. As you do, you’ll get closer and closer to an orgasm, and when you do cum, Steve, you’ll hold your cock against your stomach and cum all over yourself. The pleasure will be incredible.” “Right away, Sir!” Steve replied as he frantically scrambled off the sofa to go and stand a few feet in front of me and await my signal to begin. I nodded my head and smiled at him. I suppose that if there had been some music playing on the stereo, the show would have been even better, but frankly, I doubt it. Steve slowly started to sway his hips as he made eye contact with me and smiled that killer smile of his again. The motion was gentle and regular as he slowly started to walk around in front of me and show off his uniform, in a coy and almost teasing manner, spinning around every now and then so that I could see all of him. Standing right beside me, he slowly lowered himself into a swat, and sensuously ran the fingers of his right hand down the red stripe on the seam of his pants, all the way to the cuff. Then he surged up and turned his back to me, and started to gyrate his hips as he raised his arms to clasp his hands behind his head. He thrust his head back suddenly, and his hat came flying off to land in my lap. Suddenly he turned around and kicked off his left shoe, quickly followed by his right shoe, in my general direction. His hands traced a slow and sensuous path from his neck and down his chest to his waist where they met at the buckle of his gun belt. As his lips were blowing kisses to me, his fingers undid the clasp and he wiggled his butt until the belt dropped to the carpeted floor with a soft thump. He dropped to the floor and rolled onto his left side, facing me. Looking straight at me he slowly brought his right foot to his left knee making sure to keep his legs spread wide so I could see the hard on that he was starting to develop. His hands walked down that heavenly chest of his, down past his waist, and did a brief walk on his now harder cock. He proceed to remove his right sock, pulling it off slowly while smiling that killer smile at me yet again. The left sock quickly followed, except that Steve rolled over onto his right side first with his back to me, while he slowly brought his left foot up to his right knee, which afforded me a wonderful view of his uniform pants tightly caressing his butt. (The man had imagination, you had to admit that.) Pushing himself easily off the floor now, Steve, moved in front of me again and turned to face me. His hands moved to his tie bar and effortlessly undid it. He stroked his tie a few times holding it out away from his body, and letting it fall back against his wonderful chest. Slowly his hands traveled upward towards the knot. When they arrived there, Steve gently pulled his tie down in a sensuous, smooth and fluid motion until there was just enough room for him to reach up and undo the collar of his shirt. Glancing back at me, he reached up, pulled his tie out from under his shirt collar, and then pulled the tie down until it was no longer knotted. I didn’t think it was possible to be so turned on by watching a good looking guy undo his tie. Boy, was I wrong. My jeans were getting just a bit uncomfortable, but I was too engrossed in the show to really pay much attention to them. Steve moved over to one end of the living room, and looked around as if checking to see exactly where all the furniture was. “What is he up to?” I wondered to myself. He adjusted his tie again, making sure that it wasn’t caught up on any other part of his uniform. Then with just the briefest grin at me, he did a cartwheel right in front of me, and his tie fell to the floor near my feet. I was amazed to say the least. He was putting on one hell of a show, and he hadn’t even undone his pants yet! Walking slowly back from where his cartwheel had left him, his hands moved slowly but deliberately towards the topmost button of his light blue police shirt, the one below the collar button, and I stopped breathing as he slowly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, right down to his waist. Like something out of a Superman movie, Steve pulled open his shirt to reveal a white cotton T-shirt underneath. With a graceful and fluid motion, Steve pulled his shirt out from within his pants and slowly slipped it off his chest, and let it slide down his body to the carpet. He then proceeded to strut around the room for a few minutes being sure that I got a good view of every side of him. His hands were moving slowly across his body as he walked around, from his chest down to his mountain of a cock and from there to his beautiful bubble butt. The motion was continuous and completely natural. He looked as if he was enjoying himself immensely, almost as if he were caressing himself. In fact, I am sure that is exactly what he was doing. In a surprising turn of events, he did not remove his pants next, but instead reached down inside them and began to pull out his white cotton T-shirt from within them. When he had the T-shirt out, he grabbed one side of the T-shirt with each hand and pulled it up and over his head, in a single motion. He swung it around his head for a second, sauntered over to me, tossed the T-shirt into my lap, and winked at me coyly. As he bent forward and gave me a brief but passionate kiss on the lips, I took advantage of the moment to run my hands through the thick mat of hair on his well muscled chest, and to feel his smooth strong skin beneath my fingers. How I would have loved to pillow my head on that chest, if only for five minutes. He should have been ticketed as a ‘moving violation’ his ass was swinging back and forth so much as he casually strolled back in front of me. He knew my cock was rock hard again, and that I was enjoying this immensely. He ran his fingers up and down his fly so many times in the next few minutes, as he playfully unbuckled his belt and bucked it again, that I was tempted to tell him to drop his pants. Before I could though, he unzipped his fly, flipped open the belt buckle, and undid his pants. Then he wiggled his ass back and forth until his pants surrendered to the force of gravity and slid down off his hips and onto the carpet. There he stood for a second or two, before he stepped out of his pants and walked towards me. He stood in front of me, and winked at me as he took my hands and placed them on the elastic band of his boxers. No words were necessary. He placed his hands over mine and forced my hands down as he made me pull the last item of clothing off his body. In the uniform he was gorgeous…naked…he was a work of art. Michaelangelo’s “David” come to life…and he had the rock hard cock to prove it. His body could have been sculpted by the artist himself it was so perfect. Evenly tanned, without any moles or blemishes, and smooth, except for that wonderful thick mat of hair on his chest, and the normal amounts of hair you’d expect to see on his legs, arms, armpits and elsewhere. No body shaving for this guy. Not an ounce of fat anywhere Everything in proportion, and I DO mean everything. Steve had already grabbed his hot, hard and throbbing cock, which was at least eight inches long, and was stroking it for all he was worth. His eyes were closed in ecstasy as he moaned almost continuously, bringing himself closer and closer to climax. As big and strong as they might have been, even Steve’s hands could not contain the monster that lived between his legs. When he erupted, seconds later, and shot his load all over his washboard stomach and heavenly chest, his cries of ecstasy and delight were like hearing a foghorn go off in your ear. Good thing the apartments here were sound proofed. It was intense but brief, and so very soon Steve was standing there with his eyes open, looking at me, with his cum all over his chest and stomach. Never have I seen a man who looked as happy and content as he did at that moment. All he did was gently smile at me and mumble the words, “Thank you, Sir.” I told him to go clean himself up in the bathroom, and then put on his socks and boxers and sit down on the sofa. What I really wanted was to have him spend the night, but I knew it was much too soon for anything like that. No, I did not want to have sex with him… just sleep with him. Just fall asleep with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. When Steve returned, I had already changed into another pair of jeans, since the first ones were kind of damp. (Okay, they were soaking wet and were getting a bit uncomfortable.) I took a deep breath and then counted him out. “Hey, Paul,” Steve said as he blinked his eyes a few times, and looked at me. “You must have hypnotized me again, because I feel wonderful. Listen, what do I owe you for all this, anyway? There must be…HOLY SHIT! What the hell happened to me? What are my clothes doing over there? DAMN IT, PAUL!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME????” “Nothing that you didn’t want to do, Steve,” I replied with a small smile on my face. Steve looked at me…..and the anger in his eyes quickly faded, as he began to appreciate the joke. After all, he’d said earlier that I couldn’t make him do anything he didn’t want to do and that a strip tease was out of the question. Well, it appeared now as if that wasn’t the case. “Steve,” I said as he gathered up his clothes and started to dress himself. “You’re a good looking guy, but I wouldn’t give up your day job for this.” I smiled at him to show that I was only joking. Over a cup of herbal tea, I talked with Steve and told him all that I felt was safe for him to know, as to what happened while he was hypnotized. I did not tell him the truth, far from it in fact. Mostly, though because I did not know the truth myself. He accepted what I told him easily enough, but only because I suspect his subconscious was still accepting me as Steve’s master. I would have to think about all that had happened tonight, very carefully, and try to work things out. But, for right now Steve was safe, I was safe and we both had to go to work in the morning. He left my apartment happy and content with his first session, and sure that he’d want another one again (but no stripping he made me promise). I wasn’t really sure of much right now, except that I was so tired from the night’s activities that I wouldn’t have any trouble falling asleep. Part 6. Hit and Miss The next few days at work were uneventful. Nothing at all out of the ordinary happened, which was probably just as well, since I was trying to figure out what exactly had gone on with Steve and myself. There were several things that just did not make any sense, no matter how I might look at them. Why did Steve so under so easily? Why did he want to be my slave? Why did he think that he was in love with me? These things just did not happen in a hypnosis session, no matter how willing the subject might be. There were other questions hanging around in the back of my head as well. How had I managed to ‘arrange’ to have Steve do what I secretly wanted him to, that is to come over on Monday night, and wear a new uniform, and let me handcuff him? All I did was think these thoughts at him and he acted upon them. No matter how I looked at it, it just did not seem to add up correctly. I was startled out of my thoughts when I heard a voice suddenly say to me, “Starting your weekend a bit early, Paul?” It was my boss, Phil, who had somehow walked up to my desk and was standing behind me. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” I grinned at him. “I’ve just been thinking a bit.” “Well, it’s only 10:30 in the morning, so could you try and put in a few hours work before lunch maybe?” He asked in a half joking tone of voice. That was the one thing about Phil that I always had a problem with. I could never be sure when he was, and was not joking. So, I always presumed that he was serious….it seemed safer that way. Besides, he had a valid point. My work had been off the last few days. I was more concerned about what happened with Steve and myself, than I’d admitted to myself. So, with a slight bit of guilt, I set back to my work. I was so involved in what I was doing, that I was actually a bit surprised when the lunch hour arrived. I was sitting at my desk stretching and trying to get the kinks out of my shoulders and back when Phil walked up to me a few minutes after noon. “Feeling more like your old self, Paul?” He asked. “Yeah, guess I was just a bit under the weather the last few days,” I replied. “Glad to hear it. I was getting a bit concerned about you. You haven’t been your normal energetic self the last few days,” Phil said. “Not to worry,” I smiled at him. “I’m all better now.” I guess I should explain at this point that Phil is a good looking guy, and I’ve had my eye on him for a long, long time. (Okay…I admit it. I have a crush on Phil, but he doesn’t know that.) Phil isn’t the muscle man than Steve is, but Phil is well built, handsome, and looks very good in a suit and tie. Many a time I’ve enjoyed looking at Phil when he takes his jacket off, which is not very often. Phil has a nice body, and a tight, smooth, well defined ass. Add that to a handsome face, with boyish good looks (and the man is at least 35), comprised of jet black hair, a full mustache, and clear smoke gray eyes, and I think you get the picture. But, Phil is married, and has been for at least seven years. As Phil was looking directly into my eyes, I suddenly decided to try out my theory. I fixed my eyes on him and looked directly into his eyes and tried a simple and harmless command. “Remove your jacket.” Phil just looked at me and blinked a few times, but nothing happened. I tried the mental command again and tried to put more force, more effort into it. Phil just looked at me, and then turned his head as he noticed someone walking by. “Listen, Paul,” he said as he turned and started to walk way. “I’ve got to go now. Have a good lunch.” And he was gone. So much for my theory. Whatever happened on Monday night was most definitely NOT happening now. I knew that what had happened with Steve and I was certainly NOT a dream, although now I was starting to have some doubts. At about 3:00 PM, my office phone rang, which dragged me out of the contract that I’d been reading through. I picked up the receiver and absently answered it. “Hello, Paul Walton speaking,” I answered. “Hi Paul,” a rich baritone voice replied on the other end. “It’s Steve. Officer Steven Stokes. Remember me?” “Why of course, Steve,” I replied, surprised that my voice wasn’t cracking with excitement. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” I asked. “I was hoping that you might be free for dinner tonight, and maybe afterwards if you have time, I could have another session with you. It’s been a hard week and frankly I could use something to help me unwind.” I was in heaven again, although I also felt the need to be cautious. I was not sure how much of Monday’s session Steve remembered. If my theory about the ‘super-hypnosis’ was correct Steve would not remember anything about becoming naked before me and jacking off, rather he would only remember that he ‘woke up’ in just his underwear and socks, and thought the whole thing a joke. “So, just what did you have in mind, Steve?” I asked jokingly. “Well, just a good meal at a nice restaurant, followed by a relaxation session with you. And nothing more,” Steve laughed. “If it is okay with you, I’ll pay for the meal. That way I feel less like I’m getting something for free.” “Okay, with me,” I replied. “Where and when?” “Say 8 PM at the Copper Kettle? I know that is one of the more elegant restaurants in the city, but I sometimes like to dress up when I go out for a meal, and besides I want to pay your for the last session too.” “Okay, I’ll meet you there,” I said with warmth in my voice. “I look forward to it. Bye for now.” “Bye, Paul,” Steve said. There was a click at the other end of the line. I replaced the receiver and did some quick thinking. Steve seemed to be his normal self, and there wasn’t a hit of anything amiss, or the slightest indication that he remembered anything more that what I’d told him to remember. It was with a mixture of fear and anticipation that I looked forward to 8 PM. If nothing else, I’d have the chance to look at Steve for a while, even if he did have all his clothes on. ________________________________________________________________________ I was a few minutes early, and so I waited for Steve in the bar of the Copper Kettle. I was wearing one of my best suits. A light gray subtle pinstripe, two piece single breasted suit, with a plain red silk tie, matching red silk handkerchief in the breast pocket, and a plain white long sleeved shirt. Add to that a plain black belt and black polished shoes and you have an idea of what I looked like…..a banker or a lawyer. It was not that I considered this a ‘date’ with Steve, I just wanted to look my best. It was rare that I went out to dinner, and I liked to dress up when I did. It maked me feel better about myself. When Steve arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later, it was all I could do not to stare at him and drool. He looked great in his cop uniform….but in a suit and tie he could have been a professional male fashion model. He was wearing an dark olive green double breasted two piece suit, that must have been tailored to fit him. It emphasized the shape of his body, in all the right places. (And I DO mean ALL the right places.) I wasn’t the only person to think so. Several of the ladies in the bar (with or without male companions) turned to look at Steve and to ogle him. I could understand now why he wore the wedding ring. Accompanying the suit was a pale mint green long sleeved shirt that bordered on white, and a deep maroon tie. The man had style when it came to clothes, although how he managed to find a suit that exactly matched the color of his eyes is beyond me. Since Steve’ shoes were polished plain dark brown, almost a black, I was fairly certain that his belt was a similar shade of brown. Anything else would have marred that perfect picture of fashion and grace that waved at me, smiled, and walked over to me. I won’t bore you with the details of the dinner, other than to say that the Copper Kettle lived up to its reputation for fine food and service. We enjoyed an excellent meal. It was relaxing and very pleasant. It was much less like a date and much more like two old friends getting together for some good food, some good conversation and a good time. I found out a lot about Steve, and he found out a lot about me. But never did the fact of our mutual homosexuality ever become a topic of discussion. It just never came up, which was not at all surprising since Steve only remembered those facts while he was hypnotized. Later, alone with Steve in his car, I asked him if he wanted to have the session at his place or not. He insisted that we go to my place because it would be easier on him. He’d only have to drive home from my place, rather than drive me home from his place and then return home. I said that I’d be happy to take a cab home, but he insisted that we have the session in my apartment. After a bit of a discussion I agreed, but secretly I was more than happy to have the session at my place. I felt safer and more in control there. Once we arrived at my apartment, I invited Steve in and we sat down at the dinning room table. I thanked him again for the meal, and said that whenever he was ready for his session we could begin. It was only 10:15 PM and it was a Friday night so we had lots of time. I fully intended to respect Steve’s wishes and only hypnotize him for relaxation and stress relief, but that isn’t what happened. “Well, I’m ready to start, Paul,” Steve said as he made himself comfortable on the dinning room chair. “But remember, no stripping this time…you promised me that over dinner.” “Yes, I know. You just have to ruin my fun, don’t you?” I replied jokingly. “Well, we can start as soon as you write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop.” And with that Steve’s beautiful eyes closed and his head dropped forward and down onto his chest. A smile came to his lips as he sat there in the chair, peaceful and at ease. “Steve, what do you remember of your last few sessions with me?” I asked him. “Everything, Sir. It al came flooding back to me when you hypnotized me, Sir. I love it when you hypnotize me, Sir. And I love you, Sir.” “Very good,” I said to Steve. “Now just sit there and breath easily and deeply…and go even deeper. As you do, and you feel yourself going deeper and deeper, you will feel all the accumulated stress and problems of the last few days just drift out of your mind. So just enjoy yourself. Count silently to yourself backward from fifty to zero, and with each and every decending number you’ll feel yourself go even deeper as the stress and tension melt away from your body and your mind. You cannot slip, slide or fall out of the chair, though, no matter how relaxed you become. Start counting now, and when you reach zero, you can walk over to me. do up your jacket, and kneel down in front of me...and tell me most what you want to do.” “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Steve replied. I could see his breathing change, and his body become more relaxed and limp with each breath. At least this gave me a few moments to carefully consider something that I’d been thinking about ever since his call this afternoon. I didn’t know if it was wise or not, but I felt that it was necessary for some reason. I was in heaven just standing there looking at Steve as he sat there on the chair, deeply hypnotized. It seemed only a heartbeat later that Steve stood up, buttoned his jacket closed as he opened his eyes and smiled that killer smile at me. (I started to melt inside.) Then with practiced grace he walked over to me, and knelt down in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, with adoration and love he said in that deep sexy baratone voice of his, “All that I wish to do is to serve you, my Master. My pleasure is in pleasing you, in whatever way that you command me. “ It was simple and to the point, and not unexpected. I supposed I could have done a lot of things…both good and bad…but once again something seemed to tug at my mind and I felt my desires and wants go off into that deepest part of my soul. The part that was hidden from everyone, including me. Words came to my lips, but it didn’t seem to come from me, or rather it was me, but a part of me I almost didn’t recognize. “Steve, when you wake up in a few moments you will remember everything that has happened to you in all your sessions with me. You will still feel relaxed and refeshed, but the memory of tonight, and of the other night will return to you mind with crystal clarity. You will, however, be unable to move or to yell out. You will be able to talk but only in a normal tone of voice. Your body will be bound in invisible unbreakable cords…that can only be removed when I hypnotize you again.” And with that I woke Steve up. Puzzled, confused, hurt, embarrased, amazed, stunned, and just a bit scared. All those emotions and more raced across his face as Steve woke up and the events of Monday night, and tonight played in his mind. He struggled briefly, as though trying to run, but the post hypnotic suggestion held him bound and kneeling on the floor. I brought a chair over to sit beside him, and just looked at him, waiting for him to say something. His face continued to run a gaunlet of emotions, until it finally settled in a small warm tender smile. Steve continued to just kneel there and look at me with that smile, seeming to be totaly at peace and at ease with himself now. I waited And waited. And waited. It seemed like an eternity passed….or at least a lifetime. Had I done the right thing by bringing all this out in the open? I hoped so, but I was as unsure about the outcome as I was about why I had done this in the first place. “And what do we do now, Steve?” I finally asked, breaking the loud silence. “Could you please put me back under, and let me spend the night with you?” Steve asked with pleading eyes. I was struck dumb. This was not the response I had expected. Not in a million years. “Steve, you are not hypnotized, you know,” I said with a puzzled expression on my face. “You don’t have to pretend to be my slave or to act like that.” “Paul, I’m not acting,” Steve said looking me in the eye, and speaking with a dead calm voice. “I remember everything that happened, from the time you hypnotized me with my badge to the time you just woke me up a few minutes ago. There is nothing that you did, that I do not approve of. All of it was wonderful. While you had me hypnotized I felt a peace, a calm, and a trust that I’ve never known before. I know that I can trust you totally and completely. I do not know how I know, but I know it just as sure as I know my own name. You would not and could not ever hurt me. When you hypnotize me, I know that I can give myself over to you completely, mind and body, and I will be safe. With you I have found someone whom I can serve, and not fear abuse or misuse. I have never felt this need, this desire before, but when you first hypnotized me, it seemed to come to the surface of my mind and I just gave myself over to it. Please, Paul, hypnotize me again, and let me spend the night with you…if only to lie beside you, in bed.” “Steve,” I said after a few moments thought. “I’m flattered and actually happy to hear you say all this. You are now free to move. But why did you say you loved me? Doesn’t it matter to you that I know you’re gay, or that you know I am gay?” (Steve has been out of hypnosis for only a few minutes and so he was still very suggestible. I didn't need to hypnotize him again to remove the hypnotic suggestion of the bonds.) As he rose to stand next to me, Steve said, “Paul, do you have any idea how often I have had to say ‘no’ to guys who just wanted my body for quick bit of fun? I know, in my heart and soul, that you want my body. I can see it in your eyes, your lovely blue eyes. I also know, that you will never try to take advantage of me. You had the chance on Monday night, but you restrained yourself. I am safe with you, just as you must know by now that you are safe with me. Yes, I’m gay, and I have longed to find someone who wanted what I want…a long term relationship based on trust and love. But it’s so hard to find that today. I told you that I loved you, because I didn’t want you to send me away. I feel something for you….and I want the chance to find out what it is. I do not want to make love with you, but I do want to hold you and caress you, for as long as you will let me.” “I do not know why, but the hypnosis makes it so much easier to tell you this and to feel these feelings. I know I felt something the first time I saw you in Phil’s office…..that’s why I wanted a session that night. And that is also why I wanted a session tonight. I feel so very good when you hypnotize me, Paul. I love so much giving myself to you, and letting you take total control of me. You make me feel safe and secure, and protected. All I want to do, is to please you so that you will continue to hypnotize me and I can keep feeling this way.” And with that, Steve just stood there looking at me, and he blushed. I looked at Steve, dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. I turned my head slightly away from him and looked at the clock on the wall. I needed to think for a bit. It seemed that the super hypnosis had tapped some hidden and deep desires within Steve and brought them to the surface. This was much more than I could have ever hoped for. Still, though, it did not explain everything that had happened. I was still convinced that the first session on Monday night was my idea, and not Steve’s. Not to mention the bit about the new uniform and the handcuffs. Right now, though I had something more pressing on my mind. I turned my head as a movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Steve had just knelt down in front of me, and was looking at me straight in the eyes. “Paul,” he said. ”Please, hypnotize me again, and let me spend the night with you. Not for you, but for me. I don’t want sex with you. I just want to feel your body next to mine…and to feel safe for a while.” “Write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop, Steve,” I said with a soft warm smile on my face. With that simple sentence, Steve was back in hypnosis and smiling. “Steve, come with me into the bedroom,” I said. “Yes, Sir!” He replied happily as he stood up, opened his eyes and followed me into the bedroom like an obedient puppy. Since I’ve already described Steve’s body, there is no point in doing so again. (Sorry, dear reader, but I don’t like to share Steve with anyone. He’s mine.) When we got to the bedroom, I had him stand in front of me, by the bed, and told him that he would do everything to me as I was doing it to him. I started slowly at first, though. I reached up and stroked his wonderful brown hair….just letting my fingers run though it. I kissed him on both cheeks and on his forehead….and finally on his mouth….all the while enjoying his reciprocal actions. I caressed his body by running my hands all over his suit jacket and pants. How strange, yet exciting and erotic it was to feel him do the same to me. I explored his suit thoroughly, every inch. I thrust my hands deep into each and every pocket of his pants and his jacket, removing everything that he carried with him…wallet, keys, comb, and just let them fall there on the carpet beside us. It was like picking his pockets while he was doing the same to me. Fun, and erotic too. We were both rising to the occasion as it were. I caught my breath as I pulled at his jacket, unbuttoned it, and slid it off him. His shirt was tailored to fit that wonderful muscular chest of his. God, he was a major league stud muffin!. I tried not to rush, as I removed his tie and his belt. I wanted to savor this but at the same time my arms were aching to finally hold him to me. Unbuttoning his shirt was easy, as was undoing his pants. Both items of clothing came off easily and quickly. My clothing was beginning removed just as easily if not more eagerly, by Steve. I looked at Steve standing there inches away from me wearing just his boxer shorts and his T-shirt, and told him to take off his T-shirt and hold his arms out away from his sides. There he stood, with that magnificent body, just waiting there for me. I stepped forward and into his waiting arms. It was wonderful to be able to run my hands over his body, to feel his skin at long last and those wonderful muscles. He was more gentle and kind in caressing me than I thought a big strong man could be. Perhaps it was not love that I saw on his face, but it was something that showed a deep concern and caring about me. I know my face showed the same thing to him because he occasionally planted a soft warm kiss on my cheeks and my lips every now and then as we embraced each other and held each other close. I am not ashamed to say that tears started to roll down my face, and my body started to shake with emotion, as Steve held me next to him. With infinite tenderness, he kissed away my tears, and just held me close until the shaking stopped. All the while he whispered to me in soothing tones, “Shh…it’s alright. It’s okay. You’re safe.” For the first time in my life, I did feel safe and protected. When the shaking finally stopped, I whispered “Thank you” in his ear and tried to hug the stuffing out of him. I failed but it was wonderful trying. (I still smile now, as I think back to that moment.) His kisses to me soon became deep and passionate, and I returned that passion in full. I am not sure how long it was, but eventually I came up for a breath of air and pointed at the bed. Without hesitation or comment he pulled back the sheets and lay down in the bed, and just looked at me. Slowly I lowered myself next to him. I do not know which of us was trembling more….him or me. Soon, though, the trembling stopped as I wrapped my arms around him….or at least as much of him as I could. I felt the strong yet gentle embrace of his arms as he pulled me close and tried to hold me as close to him as possible. I snuggled down and put my head on his chest. His wonderful warm furry chest. I sighed with contentment, and heard Steve mutter a “Thank you, Sir,” as he closed his eyes again and smiled. I counted him out. He opened his eyes, and looked down at me, as I lay there with my head on his chest. “Paul, that was wonderful, thanks so much,” he said to me. “Please, put me back under and let me drift away into normal sleep like this, okay?” How could I refuse that man? I looked into those olive limpid pools that were his lovely eyes, and hypnotized him. I had him hold me close, and had him stroke my hair. The last thing I told him, was that when I feel asleep in his arms, he would fall asleep too. I lay there with Steve, at peace and content for the first time in my life. My fantasy and dreams coming true at last. His chest was warm and furry, and I feel asleep listening to the beating of his heart, with his strong, gentle arms holding me. Part 7. Fitting All The Pieces Together Maybe 10 AM on a Saturday morning is a bit early to be going off to a coffee shop, but I felt a strong urge to get back there as soon as I could, and I had Steve with me. I’m not sure exactly why, but I knew I had to bring him with me. I suppose I should mention that the name of this establishment is “The Coffee Shop,” and that Steve said he had never been there before. He’s not much of a coffee drinker it seems. As we were heading down to the Coffee Shop in Steve’s car, I thought back to what had happened so far this morning. It was just a little bit odd. I woke up beside Steve. (In case you have not figured it out, dear reader, this is NOT the odd part, this is the wonderful part.) His arm was draped across me and his head was lying on my chest. It was a wonderful way to greet the morning. Just then the alarm clock went off and broke the spell, literally. I reached over and hit the snooze bar on the clock radio. Steve woke up and came of hypnosis. I know, because the whole time he was thanking me for a wonderful night, he never once called me ‘sir’. I was content to just lie in the bed and watch him get dressed, knowing that he had things to do today that did not include me. I looked at the clock as it went off again, and saw that the time was 9 AM. I don’t like to sleep in on a Saturday morning, as there are usually too many chores for me to do on a weekend. As Steve was getting dressed I called out to him and asked him if he’d like to share a morning cup of coffee with me at this little coffee shop I knew of, that is if he didn’t have any plans. He seemed on the verge of saying ‘no’ and then shook his head for a moment and agreed. He also said that he wanted to stop off at his place and take a quick shower and change, but that he’d be back here in about half an hour. And with that he called out a good-bye to me and slammed the door closed as he left. As I was going through my morning routine, trying to make myself look like a human being again, I was struck by how odd it was that I felt almost a need to have my morning coffee at the Coffee Shop. It was not like I was any type of a regular there. Heck, I’d only been there once…a week ago. I smiled as I considered just how much my life had changed in that one week. Who would have thought all this would happen to me in only a week. Right on time, Steve arrived back at my place, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red pull over shirt. I was dressed in jeans as well, but with a long sleeved black casual shirt. We arrived at the Coffee Shop at about 10 AM, and for some reason that I could not put my finger on, I felt relief that we had not arrived later. The shop was as I remembered it, with that motherly waitress behind the counter. We exchanged pleasantries, and she asked how my head was as I ordered a hot coffee and Steve ordered a large cold orange juice. When the drinks arrived, the waitress put them in front of us. Steve and I talked small talk (we couldn’t dare talk about the night’s events), and tentatively made plans to get together for another night out in a week or so. The waitress passed by me, and placed her hand on my forehead and said something to me. Suddenly my head was swimming, and as my eyes started to close, I heard myself saying the trigger phrase that would hypnotize Steve. I couldn’t stop myself! God, the last thing I wanted to do to him was hypnotize him in public and embarrass him. We’d just started what could have been a beautiful friendship or more and I had just blown it away. Worst of all, I couldn’t for the life of me think of why I had done this. I guess it was only a few minutes later that my head cleared and I was able to open my eyes and look around. I found myself in the back room of the Coffee Shop, sitting tied to a chair. Next to me was Steve, also sitting in a chair, with his eyes closed, his head nodding forward and a smile on his face. He was hypnotized and enjoying himself. I do no know HOW I knew I was still at the Coffee Shop, but I was certain of it. My first impulse was to awaken Steve and have him untie me so we could leave. I could not say the words. No matter how hard I tried or how much I wanted to, I could not speak them. I am not sure how long I sat there waiting. Eventually, though that ‘motherly waitress’ walked into the room and sat down in an empty chair that was next to me. She looked at me for a moment, and smiled at me with warmth and joy. My head was filled with visions of what I would do to her (with or without Steve’s help) once I got free of these ropes. She reached out with her hand and touched my forehead again. I tried to move my head, to do anything to avoid that touch, but not one muscle would obey my will. She spoke one word, in a clear soft and yet commanding voice, “Remember.” My head started to spin. I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach, and was glad that all I’d had to eat this morning was the few sips of coffee before all this started. Slowly I started to feel better. My stomach settled as my eyes closed tight and stayed closed. (Great more muscles that won’t obey me. This is just NOT my morning.) My mind was blank…like the white screen at a movie theater before they start to show the movie. Seconds later, my ‘movie’ started to play. I was seeing myself sitting in this back room again with Mary (so THAT was the waitress’ name), and she was talking with me and explaining things to me. I remember her telling me that I had some kind of ‘power’ that she said she could help me develop, if I wanted her to teach me. As an example of what the possibilities were, she said she would give me a gift…a sample of what could be. Her eyes seemed to boar into mine. I felt my mind begin to open as if someone were lifting the lid off a heavy chest. I felt her place something golden and soft inside me…inside my head…in my mind. Then I heard her instructions to me. “Paul,” she said. “You now have the ability to influence and control any one mind that you would most like to control. Sometime, within the next week, you will meet someone who you will be very strongly attracted to physically, and when you are this gift will allow you to impose your suggestions on the mind of that person. Eye contact is all that is required. This person will not know why, but they will feel very willing to go along with you…and with whatever you ask of them. If you hypnotize them, as you most likely will do, they will feel themselves becoming submissive and obedient to you. It will feel right and natural for them. If they feel any type of attraction for you, then that feeling will grow into a very strong affection and possibly adoration. This is my gift to you. The chance for you to experience love and devotion from someone else, for you. A week from today, you will feel compelled to return here, with your companion for a cup of coffee. I will explain everything else then.” And with that the ‘movie’ stopped playing and I opened my eyes to see Mary, and Steve still in the room. “So, now you know why Steve is so willing to spend time with you and wants to be with you, Paul. He truly does love you, but only because you wanted him to…deep in your heart. Yes, Steve is currently hypnotized, and you did that. He will not awaken until you tell him to. He will not remember any of this. All that he will know is that it was necessary for you to hypnotize him. He will not wonder why, since he trusts you completely.” I just looked at Mary for a few seconds and tried to think. Some of what she said made sense, but there were still many unanswered questions. “Okay, Mary, but why am I still tied up?” I asked. “The memory recall can cause physical strain with some people, Paul, and I didn’t want you to hurt yourself by having a muscle spasm that would knock you to the floor,” replied Mary. And with that she reached over and untied me. I was free to go. If I’d been smart I would have just left, with Steve, but I was curious and had other questions I wanted answered. “What was that ‘ping’ I felt in my head when I gave Steve those suggestions? Why did you pick me for this? What makes you think I want anything more to do with you?” “The ‘ping’, as you call it, was the result of your using up part of the ‘gift’ I gave you.”, Mary said. “That gift is now gone. You can still control Steve, but you cannot do anything more than simple hypnosis with any other person, just as you have always been able to. As for your other two questions…I didn’t pick you. You have the power, and you would have been drawn here to this shop, to me, sooner or later. You won’t leave, either. Now that you’ve seen an example of what you could learn to do, you want to know everything, and you want to know how to use this power.” She was right on all counts. I did want to know more, and for some reason I knew that I could trust her. I also knew in that instance that I was now able to say anything at all, and that I could command Steve again. I told Steve that we would now go back to the coffee shop, and that when he sat down in his chair he would wake up and not remember any of this. I said a warm good-bye to Steve a few moments later as he left to do whatever else he had planned that day. Then Mary and I went back to the back room, where she explained that all the people in “The Coffee Shop” had already been ‘influenced’ that morning so that they would ignore anything out of the ordinary. Most of them were regulars anyway, and this was a frequent command that Mary gave them every time she greeted them, and looked them in the eyes. Of course she had many years experience with ‘adjusting’ minds and perceptions so she was able to affect an entire room full of people with ease, and needed only the briefest of glances to implant the command. . It would be pointless to attempt to describe to you any of the details of the training I underwent. If you have not experienced it, then you cannot understand it. It would be like trying to describe the color red to a man born blind. In only a few short hours of that afternoon, I learned all about my power and exactly how to use it. I know it sounds too simple and too easy to be true. Mary and I literally had a meeting of the minds. We linked our minds together, well actually she did the linking, and she proceeded to take me on a mental journey of exploration. I saw her enter my mind and cause my dormant power to grow and develop to the point where I could tap it at will. I learned how to look into a mind, and how to reach in and adjust the controls within it. I could make people like or dislike me, or other people, and I could literally make someone fall in love with me. I learned that the ‘gift’ Mary had given me was the power to make the man of my dreams fall in love with me and become devoted to me, mind, body and soul. Well, that explained Steve all right. I became amazed at the possibilities that opened before me. This was POWER! I had this wonderful POWER! I knew, though, that I was not all powerful by any means. There were many limits to my abilities, such as I had to make eye contact with my subject and use my voice to instruct them. So, I could not use this ability on deaf or blind people. Another limitation was that I was NOT telepathic. I could link with another mind and read it at will, but only if I had physical contact with the body housing that mind. I could force people to tell the truth, using only eye contact, though. Should I encounter anyone else like myself, I would now feel the same ‘resonance’ that Mary had first felt with me. The single most important limitation was that I could affect ONLY one person at a time. I could super-hypnotize one person, and once they were under, I could then turn my attention to someone else, but I could NOT super-hypnotize two people at the same time. I could super-hypnotize a group of people, but only in a very general way, such as having them ‘not notice me’ if I walked by. I would not be invisible, just unnoticed. They wouldn’t remember me as anything out of the ordinary. Mary said that my abilities and level of control would improve and increase over time, but in the beginning, I would find the process of super-hypnotizing someone to be somewhat draining. Perhaps I am making this sound too easy and simple, as if Mary waved a magic wand and ‘zap’ I had this ability. It was far from it. I learned and earned every bit of each ability that Mary taught me. I learned all that I could do, and all of the consequences that could result. Simply put, being able to adjust a mind, means that you can easily hurt or damage that mind, even unintentionally. I felt a deep and icy fear strike my heart when Mary described to me all the things that misusing this power could cause. Suddenly, I didn’t want it. The weight of the responsibility seemed too great. But before I could object, her warm and tender thoughts caressed my mind as she told me that if I had not been worthy of this power and ability, she would not be helping me now. My natural compassion and kindness, she said, was the buffer or safety net that would prevent me from misusing this power. It was the primary qualification necessary to permit her to train me. If my natural caution and compassion for others were not so deeply integrated into my personality, she would never have approached me in the first place. I also learned from her that caution and secrecy were of the utmost importance. I had to be cautious and careful not to call attention to myself when I used these new powers of mine. Helping others, and myself, was fine, but doing anything out of the ordinary that others might find strange was asking for trouble. So walking into the local bank, and having the bank manager give me all the money I wanted was out of the question. The manager would do it, but I would have to cover my tracks, and that would prove to be somewhat difficult, given what banks are like for procedures and checking on their cash. Then there would be the problem of how would I explain my sudden wealth? I began to understand that with this power there limits both in terms of ability, and in what I could get away with, without people noticing. I left “The Coffee Shop,” a changed man to say the least. I was also dead tired. Like the weekend before, I spent all my free time in bed, resting. My mind had been altered in many ways, and the drain on the energy reserves of my body were high. All I could do was eat a bit and just sleep. I did have some fantastic dreams, though. I only hoped that Steve was having a good weekend too. I looked forward to his next session with me. Part 8. Who’s The Boss ? (1) I recovered, more or less, from my training session on Saturday, and was back at work in the office on Monday. I tried to act as usual, but it wasn’t easy. I kept wanting to try out my new abilities on people. Only Mary’s cautions prevented me from doing anything more than just thinking about it. I knew that if I was going to do anything it would have to be in private, in a controlled situation where I could be sure of not being interrupted. I would just have to wait and see what I could arrange. Monday and Tuesday were a bust. I didn’t seem to be fully recovered yet, since I found myself still feeling somewhat tired all the time. Come Wednesday morning, I felt refreshed and chipper, and ready to face the day. I looked forward to trying something with someone at the office today, even if I didn’t have any firm plans made. Sometimes, though, fate takes a hand, when you least expect it. The last few months I had completed some large projects at the office, and with all modesty, I thought I had done an incredible job. Sure it involved extra hours and some of my weekends, but I was trying to show my boss, Phil, that unlike the previous two years, this year I was entitled to a raise. I was not in need of a raise, but I felt that it was time I got one for all the hours I’d put in as well as all the consistently good work I had been doing for the last few years. My annual work review was at 1 PM, in Phil’s office. I was a bit nervous to say the least. I was also determined to get a raise this year, too. It seemed to take forever for one o’clock to roll around, but finally it did, and I headed off to my meeting with Phil. After exchanging pleasantries, and talking for a few moments Phil cut to the heart of the meeting. “Paul,” he said. “The bottom line is that although your work of the last few months has been outstanding, you have not shown enough consistency in the quality of your work to warrant a pay increase at this time.” Phil had a look of genuine sorrow in his eyes and on his face as he told me this. I would have let it pass, then and there, since when Phil talks like that there is no room for negotiation. Except, that something just did not feel right to me. I decided to try out my new powers on Phil. So, looking him square in the eyes, I sighed and sent the mental command, “Phil, tell me the whole truth about why I am not getting a raise, this year.” “I guess you deserve to know this,” Phil started to say, with a slightly puzzled look on his face. “You have worked hard these last few months. You’re not getting a raise this year, or probably any time in the near future. When I keep raises low, I keep getting my quarterly bonus, and there’s no way I’m giving that up, Paul. So, I guess you’ll either have to live with this, or look around for another job. Besides which, you’ve been buying my ‘I am so sorry routine’ for so many years now that I figured it was good for another try.” I was in shock. This was the truth? This is what Phil actually thought of me and my work? It took me a few moments to compose an answer. “So, you’ve been suckering me all these months, and years, Paul? You’ve been using my hopes of advancement or of a pay raise to motivate me to keep working harder and longer hours, even giving up my social life? How could you?” My voice was ice cold and ice hard. I wanted the truth now, and looking directly into Phil’s eyes, I demanded it of him. “Yeah, well, can I help it if you’re so easy to trick and deceive?” Phil said in a sarcastic tone of voice. “If you had any backbone or spunk, you’d have caught on to this ploy a long time ago, and done something about it. Frankly, I’m getting just a bit tired of having you around the office anyway, and I’m glad I’m finally telling you this to your face. You’ve always made me feel uncomfortable for some reason. I’ll be sorry when you go, but only a little. You’ll be easy enough to replace.” Phil sat back in his big swivel office chair and just grinned at me, daring me to say or do something. I knew that if I took any action, even just calling him a bastard, he’d make my life hell, and try to blackball me to make it harder for me to find a new job elsewhere. How could I have been so blind all this time? I finally saw Phil for what and who he was, an uncaring selfish man, who did not ever consider anyone else. He did whatever he had to, to get or keep what he wanted. My desire for him all these years had blinded me to the truth about him. Phil was right about one thing, though, I wasn’t going to take any action. He was going to do it all himself….with just a little bit of help from me. “Is the door to your office locked, Phil?” I asked him, keeping my voice neutral and calm. “And, just how long did you tell your secretary we’d be in here talking?” “Tell me the truth, Phil,” I mentally commanded him “Of course it is, Paul,” he replied with a touch of surprise in his voice. “I always lock my office door when I have a meeting, especially a worker review. And I told Miss Summers that we’d probably be an hour or two, and to hold all my calls. I figured you’d want to talk out your disappointment with me again like last time. I’m glad to see that won’t be happening. Now you can leave early and I can get back to work..” He turned his head away from me, to pick up some papers on his desk, and ignored me, effectively dismissing me without another word. “No, I am not leaving, just yet Phil,” I said to him with a touch of anger in my voice. I stood there in front of his desk waiting for his reaction. “Oh, so just what are you going to do now, hurt me with dirty looks?” Phil said with sarcasm and acid dripping from his words. “No, I’m going to hypnotize you, Phil, and make you my devoted and loving slave,” I said in a voice of iron. And looking directly into Phil’s eyes, I adjusted my power to maximum and sent the mental commands, “The induction begins now, Phil. You are helpless to prevent it. Each suggestion that I give you will take effect about fifteen seconds after you hear it.” Despite the intense yet brief pain in my head, I smiled. I was going to enjoy this. “Bullshit, Paul!” He replied with anger beginning to show in his voice. “I know a little something about hypnosis and I KNOW you can’t do that. So forget it and just get out.” “Really, ‘boss’?” I said with sarcasm evident in my voice. “Then why is it that you are finding it harder and harder to not look into my eyes? Why is it that your eyes, even now are being drawn to mine and you find yourself looking at my eyes?” “I’m just humoring you, to make a point, is all,” Phil said, as he turned his head and made eye contact with me. “I can look away anytime that I want to. You’re going to feel so embarrassed when this doesn’t work, you know.” And Phil actually laughed as he said that, with his eyes still looking at mine. I moved my head around a bit, and Phil’s eyes remained locked on mine, tracking them like radar. “But you really don’t want me to go, do you, ‘boss’? You’re trying to make a point here, and this staring contest we are having is actually kind of fun, isn’t it?” I asked him. “Yeah, I guess you can stay for a few more minutes. I am wondering which one of us is going to turn away first. I’m curious to find out,’ Phil replied. He was still a bit angry with me, but his attention was now focused on looking at my eyes. Mary was right, my power was fully developed and working beautifully. This was one induction that I was going to savor as long as possible. “You’re very good at this staring contest, Phil. You’re looking at my eyes and hardly blinking at all. In fact, I think it’s becoming easier and easier for you to keep looking at my eyes, isn’t it? You’re so very good at this. And each time you blink, you’re finding it easier and easier to look at my eyes and harder and harder to look away. After all, you don’t want to lose the staring contest.” “Yeah, it is getting easier to stare at your eyes. I’m gong to win this contest, Paul. Why don’t you just admit defeat now?” Phil asked with more than a touch of arrogance. “You won’t lose the contest Phil. You love just staring into my eyes. You’re going to prove to me that you’re going to win this contest. With each passing second and with every blink of your eyes, it becomes easier and easier to just keep staring at my eyes. You can’t lose the contest, because your eyes are now locked upon mine. You can’t look away no matter how hard you try. But, you don’t care about that, because you just love staring into my eyes. With each blink of your eyes it starts to feel even better to just stare into my eyes.” “I’m going to win the contest, easily,” Phil said with his eyes solidly locked on mine. “Like looking at your eyes. It’s so easy to just keep looking at them. Don’t want to look away. Just want to keep staring.” His eyes were starting to blink somewhat more frequently now, and I could see that his gaze and attention were now directed towards me and my eyes. So I decided that since he was clearly starting to enter the hypnotic state, I’d use a little ‘shock’ induction, and play with him a bit more. “Gee, Phil,” I said in a normal tone of voice. “Sounds to me, like I’m hypnotizing you.” “What? No. No your not!” Phil suddenly replied as he wrenched his eyes away from mine and looked at the far wall of his office. “See, I can look away from your eyes whenever I want to.” He proceeded to look around the room a few more seconds, until his gaze slowly swung around to me and his eyes locked on mine again. “I just want to look at your eyes a little bit more,” he sighed. “I like to look at your eyes. They’re kind of nice.” “Yes, they are nice. A warm soft blue, aren’t they? And looking at them starts to make you feel a bit better, a tiny bit relaxed, doesn’t it? And the more you look, the more relaxed you start to feel. Just a tiny bit relaxed. After all, a staring contest is hard work, and you are such a hard worker, Phil.” (God, I was enjoying this. The gradual surrender of Phil’s mind and will to me was sweet and delicious.) “Nice blue eyes, yes. I guess they are kind of relaxing. They are nice to look at. Nice and blue….and a bit relaxing,” Phil started to drone. “Getting easier and easier to look with each breath you take. And the easier it becomes to look at my eyes, Phil, the more relaxed you start to feel. Each blink of your eyes helping you to relax a bit more. So very hard to look away now, that you just can’t even think about doing it much less trying to look away. Just looking into these wonderful blue eyes of mine, and feeling yourself relax is all that you can think of right now.” “Feeling better, yes. Eyes are easy to look at. Just want to look at them now. Feeling good just looking at eyes. Don’t want to look away. Feels so good,” Phil repeated. It was clear that Phil was going under, even if he was not admitting it to himself. “You’re going into a hypnotic trance now, Phil, aren’t you?” I asked him. “What….trance…no. No. Not going to let you hypnotize me.” Phil managed to say in a nearly normal voice. Once again he wrenched his eyes away from mind, but it was clearly a major effort for him to do so. “See, I was just faking you out,” he continued. “You might as well give up trying because I’m not going under. you can’t put me under because my will is too strong.” But he was back staring at my eyes before he’d even finished speaking. “Sure, Phil, sure.” I said to him. “But you feel so relaxed as you continue to look into my eyes. With each breath that you take and with each word that I speak you can feel your body becoming more and more relaxed. The tension leaving you, as relaxation enters your body. Just sitting back in your chair and relaxing even more as you continue to look deeper and deeper into my eyes.” “Feels good. Comfortable. Relaxed,” Phil droned as he leaned back in his swivel chair and his face muscles relaxed more and more. “Just want to keep looking at your eyes….nice blue eyes.” “That’s right, Phil. Relaxing more and more. You’re feeling relaxed and warm right now. In fact you’re a bit too warm. It’s starting to be a bit uncomfortable. So why don’t you take off your jacket, and hang it up?” I asked him. Phil, pulled slightly at his shirt collar and moved around in his chair. He stood up, and started to walk towards me but then stopped, with a puzzled look on his face. He just stood there unmoving. “What’s wrong, Phil?” I asked him, though I new exactly what the problem was. “I’m too warm. Want to hang up my jacket, but I can’t take my eyes off yours. Can’t look away from your lovely blue eyes,” Phil said in a low even tone of voice that did not have a trace of anger, sarcasm or arrogance in it. “That’s because I’ve hypnotized you, Phil,” I said gleefully. “Hypnotized me….hypnotized me…..hypnotiz….wha…what… no. No. NO. NO!” Phil blurted out as his voice increased in volume. “No you haven’t.” And will a huge effort apparent on his face, Phil tore his eyes away from looking at me, and looked around the room. His gaze fell on the coat rack, and he immediately walked over to it, removed his suit jacket and hung it up. Phil just stood there, slightly confused and looking at his jacket. Since he was facing away from me I could see his back and his butt. What a lovely ass he had. The suit pants fitted him very well, and very snugly bordering on tight. I was enjoying this more and more. He continued to look at his jacket for a few seconds and then reached inside it and took out his wallet which he then slipped into the right hip pocket of his pants. It made a most attractive bulge, and caused his pants to cling to his butt just a bit tighter. “So, if your not hypnotized, Phil,” I asked him. “Why did you just take off your jacket after I told you to do it?” “I was too warm is all,” he said to me as he walked back to his desk and sat down in the chair. He was speaking in a bit of a monotone and a bit slower than normal as he continued to address me. “I told you this would never work and it hasn’t. I have too strong a will to be hypnotized, so you are just wasting your time.” He looked up at me from his desk, and as he made eye contact with me, I could see his body relaxing as a sigh escaped from his lips as he said to me, “Such nice blue eyes. So warm and blue. So nice.” He was hypnotized, and I could have forced him to acknowledge that fact very easily, but I wanted to continue playing with him. Looking back now, I know that what I did was wrong, but at the time I was angry and hurt and I wanted revenge of some kind against Phil. I was determined to get satisfaction of some type. "Phil, you'll be more comfortable and go even deeper into relaxation if you just stand here in front of me, and continue to look into my eyes." I said to him. A few seconds later he did just that, moving easily and eagerly towards me. "Such deep blue eyes....so warm....so nice...just want to lose myself in them," Phil muttered as he stood there a few feet in front of me. "You know Phil, you're feeling better and better the deeper you go, and the deeper you go the better you feel. You can't help yourself, as you look into my eyes. You are just going down even deeper. And with every blink of your eyes, your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. And soon and very soon indeed, you'll start having trouble keeping them open as they just get heavier and heavier." "Feeling good. Like to look at your eyes," Phil said. "So nice...so good." He was starting to blink more and more frequently. I could see that it was requiring an effort on his part to keep his eyes open. He was trying very hard to keep his eyes open so that he could continue to look at mine, and I could see the effort was starting to tire him. "Eyes.....so heavy. Can't keep them open much longer...but got to try. Want to just keep looking.......looking at your lovely warm blue eyes," Phil said, with some difficulty. "Phil, when I touch your forehead, your eyes will close completely and you will be unable to open them. A few seconds later, your head will become even heavier than your eyelids and your head will drop forward with your chin on your chest. You want me to touch your forehead so that you can finally close those heavy, heavy eyes, don't you Phil?" I asked him. "Yes, want to close eyes....so heavy....so hard to keep them open....want you to touch 'head," Phil softly said. He was barely able to speak now. "Phil, when I touch your head, you will fall deeply asleep, but you will remain standing. And when your chin touches your chest you will feel yourself letting go completely of any cares, worries or troubles. Your mind will become carefree and calm, and your body will be very comfortable and relaxed...as you just stand there and go even deeper," I said to him. "Eyes...so heavy...want to close....can't," Phil mumbled. Clearly he was on the edge of going completely under on his own. His eyes were closing and then popping open again as he continued to struggle to keep them open, and to keep looking into my eyes. "Sleep!" I commanded him as I touched his forehead. Phil's eyes snapped shut instantly and a second later his head nodded forward until his chin was touching his chest. And he stood there, swaying just a bit, as his breathing became even and regular, and his face become relaxed. I could almost feel him going even deeper. "Going down even deeper and deeper Phil. And the deeper you go, the warmer you get and the warmer you get the deeper you go." I said to him, with a smile on my face. "Feeling even better, and going even deeper with each breath that you take, Phil. And you are enjoying this state even more as I talk to you, aren't you?" "Yes, feels so nice," Phil whispered so softly that I could hardly hear him. "Feels good. Want to go deeper." "Phil, each time you reply it becomes easier to talk, and you go even deeper. Speaking clearly so I can understand you. Going deeper and deeper and getting warmer and warmer. And Phil, when you get too warm...just open your eyes and tell me so." "Yes, feel nice and warm.. Feel good.", Phil said in a clear voice. I just stood there waiting for what I knew would happen soon. It took only a few minutes for Phil to start tugging at his shirt collar, and at his shirt sleeves. Seconds later, Phil opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "Paul, I'm too warm." "Take off your tie, unbutton your shirt collar, hang up your tie, and you'll feel a lot cooler, Phil. And you can stand in front of me again, and look into my eyes and go even deeper." "Take off tie...yes...feel better....go deeper," Phil said, as his hands moved up to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt collar. I could see the relief on his face as he walked over to the coat rack and hung up his tie. He was almost smiling with relief as he walked back to me and stood in front of me so that he could look directly into my eyes. (Yes, dear reader, I did that so I could see Phil’s ass in motion. Hey if a guy has a cute butt, I want to see it.) "Phil, each and every time I say to you 'My feet are hot', you will return to this level or an even deeper level than this, because you really do want to feel this good...and because you just can't help yourself. There is no way you can resist returning to this state," I said to him as he continued to gaze into my eyes. I mentally reinforced this command while I looked at him. I wasn’t taking any chances with what was about to happen. "Phil, you finally realize now, that you are in a wonderful hypnotic trance, and you really don't care because all you want to do is to keep going deeper." "Feet hot....return this level....feel good. Yes, trance...go deeper," Phil replied without the slightest hesitation or concern. He didn't even blink as he admitted to himself that I had hypnotized him. But I wasn't through with him yet. He was going to learn a couple of lessons before my 'workers review' was finished. I rubbed my hands with glee as I thought about what I'd do next with him. "Phil, I am going to count to you from 1 to 5 and at the count of 5 you will wake up and not remember anything that just happened.", I said to him. "1...2...3...4...5." Phil blinked his eyes a few times, and then suddenly came to his senses. "Who....what the...What's going on here?" Phil asked as he moved away from me and looked around the room. "Why I hypnotized you, Phil," I replied. "Don't you remember?" "No way!" He nearly shouted. "I told you it wouldn't work and it didn't!" "Phil, look at the coat rack," I said to him with a smile on my face. Phil, turned and looked to see his jacket and tie on the coat rack, and his surprise increased as he suddenly noticed the weight and bulge of his wallet in his pants pocket. He turned back to me and I could see the surprise turning to panic and even terror as he started to understand what had just happened. He was scared...of what had just happened to him and of me. I could almost feel his terror as he realized that he had lost control of the situation and of himself. I couldn't help myself. I smiled at him, without saying a word. "Get out! You're fired! " He exclaimed. "I never want to see you again, and if I do I'll call the police!" He was reacting out of panic and fear, and trying desperately to regain some control of the situation. He was trying to remain 'the boss', even though he knew that it couldn't possibly be that easy to get rid of me, or of what I had just done to him. I just stood there and looked at him for a few seconds....letting him stew in his own juices as it were. Once he started to reach for the phone I said to him, "Phil, my feet are hot." The effect was immediate. He stopped, closed his eyes, and his head nodded forward to his chest as he stood up straight. He just stood there, waiting. "Phil, open your eyes and come here and stand in front of me, and go even deeper as you do," I instructed him. Once he was there, I told him to look at me and to listen carefully to every thing I said. "Phil, you feel pretty good, right now, and you are enjoying being hypnotized because it feels so good, aren’t you? Tell me how you feel, now.” “Yes, I feel good when you hypnotize me. But I don’t want you to hypnotize me. I’m afraid of you, of what you will make me do,” Phil replied with a quake in his voice. It reminded me of what Steven had sounded like, but this time, I did not feel an ounce of regret in the feelings that I was generating in Phil. Not even the tears I could see forming in his eyes had any effect on me. I thought of all the years he had deceived me, and mislead me and yes, used me. All I could think of, was that it was pay back time. Still, he had never humiliated or embarrassed me in public, so I would at least show him that kindness, if no other. Part 9 Who’s the Boss (2) “Phil,” I said to him, as he stood there before me, entranced, helpless and scared. “I am going to make something perfectly clear to you. What you want is not important. When you are hypnotized, as you are now, there is nothing you can do to resist or to disobey me. In fact, you don’t really want to disobey me, you want to serve and obey me. Each and every time you carry out my commands, Phil, it feels very good to you. In fact it starts to turn you on and you feel yourself reacting. To put it bluntly, Phil, you find obeying me to be arousing, and it gets you hard. The idea of carrying out my instructions, whatever they may be gives you great pleasure, Phil. In a few moments I will tell you to put on your tie and jacket. The thought of doing that, of carrying out my instructions will excite you. You’ll want to do it, but you will wait for me to tell you to.” Phil just looked at me, still sacred, as these new instructions flooded into his mind. The signs of nervousness and fear slowly were replaced with a calmness and slight indication of excitement. I just waited. Phil, looked around the room a few times, and looked back at me. Soon his gaze was shifting between the coat racket and me, and he was licking his lips nervously. It was obvious what he wanted to do, but he knew he had to wait for me to let him. I could see in his eyes, the unasked question. He was begging me to talk to him. I was sure that soon he would be whimpering, if only it would cause me to talk to him. “What’s the matter, Phil?’ I asked him knowing full well what his problem was. “I’d like to put on my jacket and tie, if that is okay with you, Paul,” Phil, replied nervously. “But, I didn’t want to bother you by asking you myself.” “I see,” I said, calmly. “But why should you need my permission, Phil? Those are your clothes after all.” “It wouldn’t feel right, or be right for me to do something without checking with you first, Paul,” Phil replied. He seemed relieved and a bit less nervous when I smiled after he said that. “Well, okay, go ahead then Phil. Get dressed,” I told him. “Oh, thank you, Paul,” he said, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable while saying my name. Still he went over to the coat rack and got his tie and put it on. After tying it loosely around his shirt collar, he buttoned his collar and pulled the tie tight. He slipped on his jacket and went over to the private bathroom adjacent to his office and checked out how he looked in the mirror. Satisfied with his appearance, after making a few adjustments with the tie, he buttoned the double breasted jacket closed, and walked over to stand in front of me. “All done, sir,” he said and just stood there looking at me nervously. I could not see if he was having the correct reaction down south, as his double breasted jacket covered the crotch area of his pants completely. “Damn!” I muttered to myself. “My, you do look handsome in that gray pinstripe suit, Phil. But why did you call me ‘sir’?“ I asked him. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from his lips. It would make my victory over Phil all the more sweeter. “Thank you, sir,” Phil replied somewhat nervously, and blushed so that his face was beet red. “If it al right with you, sir, I would prefer to call you sir rather than be disrespectful and use your first name. You make me feel very good, sir, when you hypnotize me. I wanted to show you how much I like doing what you say, and calling you ‘sir’ seemed to be the easiest way, sir.” “I see, Phil,” I said to him. “Count backward from 10 to 0, Phil, and as you do you’ll go deeper in to hypnosis. Tell me how you feel with each and every descending number. When you reach 0, you will tell me what it is that you most want to do. Start counting now.” “Yes, Sir,” Phil replied excitedly. “Ten. Feeling good, sir. Nine. Feeling even better, sir. Thank you, sir Eight. Like carrying out your instructions sir. Seven. Getting hard, sir, but I like it sir.” He blushed as he said this, and after a moments hesitation, he continued the count. “Six, sir. Feeling myself going deeper, sir. Five. I feel myself surrendering to you, sir. I like it, sir. Four. I’m getting even harder, sir. Thank you sir. Three. I really like serving you, sir. Two. I’m very hard, sir. I feel so good, sir Thank you, sir. One. I’m surrendering to you sir. Completely, sir. Zero. Oh, sir. I’m completely hard, sir. Oh, thank you, sir, thank you. I want to carry out your orders sir. Please, sir, please, command me.” Phil just stood there looking at me. Begging me with his eyes to tell him to do something, anything for me. Victory was sweet. “Listen carefully, then Phil,” I said to him. “When you are hypnotized by me like this, you carry out my instructions willing and quickly because it make you feel so good…so hard. But you cannot come until I tell you that you can. When you are not hypnotized, you behave normally around me, and you have no memory or knowledge of what happens while you are hypnotized by me. You remember only that you enjoy being hypnotized by me, and that you’d like to have me to it to you again. However, you will never seek me out and ask me to hypnotize you.. You will wait for me to come to you. It is a very private matter to you, and so you will NEVER tell ANYONE at all, that I have hypnotized you. No other hypnotist will ever be able to access this part of you, Phil. Should some other hypnotist ever hypnotize you, you will still be unable to recall your hypnotic sessions with me. Those memories exist only when I hypnotize you.” Phil just continued to stare into my eyes and he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. I knew my instructions would be obeyed, and that the personality changes I made to him now, would remain in effect while he was hypnotized. For now it was all I wanted. . “Phil,” I addressed him and his eyes lit up with the possibility of carrying out a command of mine. “Clear off your desk, and then stand up on it.” “Yes, sir! Right away, sir!” He replied enthusiastically. Only moments later he was standing on his clean desk looking down at me and waiting for me to say something. This was it. My long time fantasy was about to come true. I was nervous with excitement as I told Phil, “I want you to give me the best male stripper show in the world. I want you to take it all off, and to try and get me as excited and hard as you are now. In fact, as you strip it is it is going to get you more and more excited. But, you cannot cum without my permission, Phil.” Phil didn’t say a word, but went straight into his act. If there had ever been an Academy Award for best male stripper, he’d have won it, hands down. (Okay, maybe Steve was better, but he had a better body to begin with.) He just looked at me, and smiled at first, reaching down to his crotch with his hand, and holding it there for a moment. I could see a determined set on his face, as he smiled at me again and started to walk around on the top of the desk. I was sitting in a chair, a few feet away from the desk, but I had a clear view of everything Phil did. He started by just walking about and making sure that I saw every part of his body. Let me say now, that for a guy of thirty-five years he had a great body, and that Italian light gray pinstripe suit he was wearing, fit him like a glove. His entire outfit spoke of elegance and style. He was wearing a plain simple red silk tie, and matching puff in the breast pocket of his jacket, which was the perfect complement to his blindly white long sleeve dress shirt with the button down collar. I suspected that the collar was starched but I couldn’t be sure as I had not touched it yet. The shirt cuffs were fasten using a pair of plain gold cuff links, and his tie was held in place by a simple gold tie bar. His shoes were plain black leather, but highly polished, and they matched his plain black belt with the gold buckle, exactly. Slowly he ran his hands up and down the front of that wonderful suit jacket of his, and then turned away from me, and did the same with the back of his jacket. He spun around a few times, with his hands clasped behind his neck, and then started to swivel and gyrate his hips. Slowly at first, but with creasing rhythm he moved around on the desktop. He would frequently look down at me, smile and wink. Without saying anything, he was trying his best to tempt me and keep me interested. Upon seeing me stifle a yawn, Phil frowned slightly, and proceeded to unbutton his suit jacket and spin around a few times, which provided me with a tempting peek of his ass and his crotch. Phil, didn’t know it, but I wasn’t yawning from boredom. I was tired. Mary was correct. Using my power was draining. Still I was not going to miss ANY of Phil’s show. I’d waited too long for this. Seeing that he had my attention again, Phil slowly slid his suit jacket off, and twirled it around his head a few times before flinging it out and away. I didn’t bother to look at where it might land…I was focused on the main event. And what an event! Phil jumped down off the desk in front of me and paraded around back and forth a bit to insure that I got as close a view of his body as possible. My eyes were drawn immediately to the crotch of his pants. How could they not be when Mr. Happy was declaring himself to be fully awake….all nine inches of him! Phil’s pants looked as if they would burst from trying to keep his cock inside. God, those pants must have been uncomfortable the way they were binding his crotch and cheeks. Carrying his wallet in his right hip pocket could only be adding to the discomfort, but when I looked as Phil’s face it was aglow with joy. He had me paying close attention to him and his show and he was loving every second of it. He walked over to me, and gently but firmly pushed me back into the chair I was sitting in, and straddled my legs. He thrust himself forward at me and I could feel his rock hard cock pushing into my stomach. Phil moaned with pleasure at this and quickly dangled his bright red tie in front of my eyes, like a bullfighter flashing his cape at a bull. I reached out to grab it, and he playfully pulled it just out of my reach, while winking at me in between the moans. I got even with him though, by grabbing his ass with my hands and pulling him towards me so that he toppled forward and on top of me. Those office chairs are well built, I’ll say that for them. The darn thing didn’t even squeak as it took the full weight of both of us, and it stayed upright. Phil pushed himself way from me a few seconds after he planted a warm but brief kiss on my lips, and then slithered off my lap and turned around to face away from me and towards his desk. Looking coyly back at over his shoulder at me, Phil lifted his right leg and put his right shoe on the desk in front of him. He then leaned over and slowly began to untie his shoe as a prelude to removing it. It was a wonder that his pants didn’t split open then and there. They were so tight across his cheeks, especially the right one since his wallet was there, that I swear I could see every muscle in his butt, thighs, and upper legs. I was not objecting to the view, not at all. In fact I stood up and started to run my hands over his butt. I just couldn’t help myself. Phil moaned with pleasure at my touch and stood up straight for a minute, with his hands in front of him. He reached back and quickly removed his wallet and let it fall to the floor. Then he assumed the position he had a taken a few moments ago and continued untying his shoe. He looked back at me and smiled, obviously feeling less constrained than he had earlier. I continued my caress of his butt as Phil removed his right sock. He then stood on his right leg as he brought his left leg up to put that shoe on the desk in front of him. More butt caressing ensued as Phil removed his left shoe and sock, moaning in pleasure all the while. Feet now naked, Phil turned around without warning, and my hands suddenly found themselves with nine inches of silk shrouded hot and hard cock to deal with. The little sneak had unzipped his pants and let Mr. Happy out for a breath of fresh air, while he was facing away from me! I can’t say as I blamed him. His pants must have been uncomfortably tight. But before I could take any action other than to enjoy the touch of his silk boxers, Phil pushed me back into my chair and waggled his finger at me. I guess he did have a point….he was a stripper after all, not a hooker. He pranced around in front of me, while slowly loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, from the neck to his belt. Mr. Happy continued to salute me the entire time. I’d never imagined Phil was this creative. Phil fiddled with the knot of his red silk tie for a moment, and I could not make out exactly what he was doing to it. He then sauntered over next to me, leaned over me and dangled his tie in front of me again. I looked at him for a second and raised one eyebrow at him with a questioning look on my face. He just looked at me coyly and winked. So I reached out and grabbed his tie as tightly as I could. Phil pulled away from me and his tie slipped loose of its knot and off his shirt. I sat there with Phil’s tie in my hands while he danced away from me again. I looked down at his crotch and his cock was as hard and steady as a flagpole. Seeing where my interest was, Phil moved his hands to his belt and unbuckled it, and danced back to where I was sitting. He reached out and took my left hand, (my right hand was still stupidly holding onto his tie) placed it on the buckle of his belt and closed my hand around it. I didn’t have to guess what to do. I pulled gently but firmly, as Phil moved slightly and his belt slipped off from around his pants. The joy on his face was unmistakable. He was thrilled to the core of his being that I was helping him to perform. He moaned a few times in ecstasy and then his hands flew to the front of his pants. He undid his pants and fixing me with a hot and hungry stare, he slowly began to gyrate his hips again until his pants slipped off his hips and fell down to the carpeted floor. He gladly stepped out of them and undid his cufflinks, as a prelude to removing his shirt. His white shirt and his silk boxers quickly followed his pants to reside on the carpeted floor Finally Phil stood nude before me, and my eyes could drink in the side of his body. Phil’s body was in very good shape. It was obvious that he took care of himself. He may have been 35, but he looked like he was 25. His build was unremarkable, and the word average described it best. He wasn’t fat or overweight, but his stomach was flat and his chest slightly muscled. He was slim and well proportioned. Just your average good looking guy. Not a male fashion model or extremely handsome, but someone that you’d probably enjoy being seen with. Phil grabbed his cock with both hands and began to stroke himself. Slowly at first and then with increased intensity and frequency. He proceeded to dance in front and all around me, with his cock held firmly in both hands as he stroked himself and moaned in pleasure. His breathing became rapid and loud as he build himself towards an orgasm. My own cock was aching by now. I knew that if I didn’t do something soon, I was going to ruin MY suit. “Enough dancing, Phil,” I commanded him. “Come here and service me. Go to the bathroom and bring back a roll of toilet paper.” He stopped in mid-step and turned to look at me, with a puzzled expression on his face. Clearly he did not expect that command from me. I could see the ache, the desire on his face. He wanted to come, to shoot his load very badly, but I had not given him permission. He fairly flew to the bathroom and returned with the toilet paper roll, scrambled over to where I sat, knelt down in front of me, and fixed his eyes on my fly. I opened it and withdrew my rod. It was not nearly as large as his own, but you would not have known that from the look on his face. He was amazed, transfixed and in total awe. “I want you to catch every bit of what comes out, Phil,” I told him. Make a big wad of paper and be sure to catch everything. Don’t you dare spill one drop.” He ripped off the plastic from the roll of toilet paper and as quickly as he could made a large wad of it the size of a baseball catchers mitt. Glancing up at me for permission, he slowly took my hot and hard cock and wrapped it securely in the mitt, and started to stroke my cock with the tips of his fingers. I was so near to bursting that it took only a few strokes before I shot my load into the paper. I bucked like a prize bronco at a rodeo. I don’t recall what I said, but I know it was the best orgasm I’d had in a long, long time. (Okay, to be fair, it was the best orgasm I’d had since that Monday night when Steve had searched me for concealed weapons.) When I was finally through, I looked up to see Phil still kneeling in front of me. He was frantically trying to hold my ocean of jetsam, in the mitt of toilet paper, and doing a pretty good job of it. “You can go put that in the toilet and flush it down, Phil,” I instructed him. “Be quick about it and you can lie down on your desk when you come back.” Phil, scurried off to carry out my instructions. His cock was still as hard and firm as a flagpole, when he came out of the bathroom and lay down, face up on his desk. His eyes were pleading with me to let him cum. I was surprised, actually, that he’d managed to hold himself back this long. Still he had been a good ‘slave’ for lack of a better word, and he deserved a reward. “Phil,” I said to him. “Take hold of your cock and point it at your stomach. When I touch your forehead, you will count silently to yourself, from 1 to 5. When you reach 5, you will be able to shoot your load and you will have the most intense orgasm you have ever had in your life.” “Oh yes, sir,” Phil panted. “I can’t wait sir. Thank you, sir.” I touched his forehead and stood back. When Phil shot his load, it covered him from chin to belly button, literally. He must have been saving up for this for months. He was moaning and stroking himself for all he was worth, for what seemed like hours to me. It was only a few minutes though. When he was finished, Phil opened his eyes and said, “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. That was the best I’ve had in a long time.” And then he looked down at himself, covered in cum, and just smiled at me. “Sir, may I clean up now?” he asked in a plaintive voice. “Of course, Phi,” I answered him. “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. After that you should put on your clothes, exactly as you had them when this session started.” “Yes, sir. Thank you again, sir.” Phil said as he slowly climbed off his desk. He didn’t seem to have quite as much energy as before, which is not surprising when you consider all that he had done in the last little while. As Phil headed to the bathroom to start cleaning himself up, I walked over to the window in the office and looked outside, and thought. My earlier plans for Phil had changed. I had wanted to hurt and humiliate him. I had wanted him to cum all over that lovely suit of his and then force him to wear that suit home. I had wanted to have him take a piss in that suit and ruin it. And he would have been more humiliated since I had intended to force him to remember the entire hypnosis session, but be unable to talk to anyone about it. But now, those thoughts didn’t feel right anymore. The anger and hurt I had felt so intensely for Phil had faded with his successful show. Such cold and cruel thoughts of revenge left me feeling cold. I wasn’t happy about how Phil had deceived me all this years, but I also knew that I didn’t want to hurt him, either. All I really wanted was justice, and a bit of respect. Unexpectedly the words that Mary said to me popped into my mind, “Paul, your natural compassion and kindness, is the safety net that will prevent you from misusing this power. It is why I am permitted to train you in how to use it.” She was right, again. It felt spooky. She knew me far better than I knew myself. As much as I had wanted to earlier, I knew I could not cross the line, and use my power to hurt or humiliate Phil. With that settled in my mind, I turned around to look for Phil, only have him standing nearby, fully dressed and waiting for me. He was smiling, as I looked at him, but that smile quickly faded and a look of concern and worry crept onto his face as he saw the troubled expression on my face. “Excuse me for asking, sir,” Phil said. “But didn’t you like the show? Did I do something wrong? I thought you liked it, sir, since you let me come after I was finished.” “No, Phil,” I told him. “The show was fine. It was better than fine, it was great. I was very happy with what you did.” Relief washed across Phil’s face as he heard this. “Now, would you mind telling me exactly how your feel about me right now, and what you think our relationship should be?” “It is not really my place to say, sir, but if you insist I will tell you,” Phil stated with a touch of worry in his voice. “When I am not hypnotized by you, sir, our relationship is as it was before. I am your boss and you are my subordinate. Except that now, I like you a lot more than I did before, because you hypnotized me and made me feel so much better about myself.” “But, when you hypnotize me, sir, I feel a great joy and pride in serving you. It is the most wonderful thing in the world for me to serve you. I do not know when you will want to hypnotize me, but I look forward to it. I only hope, sir, that you will not require me to do anything that might hurt my family or my career. I care about you greatly sir, but I also care about my family, and my future at this firm. I…I hope I have not offended you sir, but you did ask me.” Phil was shaking just a bit, as he spoke the last sentence to me. Flashes of what Steve had said to me that first night, came into my mind. It seemed that this power I had worked consistently. Phil, like Steve before him, was my willing and obedient slave, at least while he was hypnotized. Like Steve, Phil still had a mind and will of his own, but it was subservient to mine. True, I did push this a bit more with Phil, but there didn’t seem to be any lasting personality problems. I place my hand on his forehead and scanned him mentally, as Mary had taught me, and confirmed that his new relationship with me, both hypnotized and not, was now fully integrated into his existing personality. There would be no psychological damage from this session. The scan took a few minutes, which made Phil even more nervous, since I was not talking to him. “It’s okay, Phil,” I said to him, just as soon as the scan was complete. “That is just fine. Now, you go back and put your papers back on your desk, and then sit down just as you were when we first started this session. You make yourself comfortable in your swivel chair and just close your eyes and relax.” “Yes, sir,” Phil replied, and he eagerly set to work. It took him only a few moments to arrange things. He was sitting back in his chair with his eyes closed and a smile on his face by the time I’d looked up from my watch to check the time. “2 :15 PM. Hmmmm,” I thought to myself. “This has taken less time that I thought it would. Good. Just a few loose ends to tie up and I’ll see just how well Phil’s new opinion of me has taken hold.” I told Phil, that upon awakening, he would not remember anything of the session, other than that I had successfully hypnotized him and helped him to get rid of a lot of stress and worry. He would wake up feeling refreshed and very good, with a very positive attitude about me, and my work. (Okay, so maybe I crossed the line here. I really don’t think so, though. I deserved that raise and I was going to get it.) I also told him that our conversation before I hypnotized him had never happened, and that he could not remember something that had never occurred. I checked the room to make sure everything was in place, and closed the bathroom door, since it had been closed when I first came in. Then I counted Phil out. “Wow!. I feel great, Paul! I should have let you try this years ago!” Phil said to me with a smile on his face and wink of his eye. “I didn’t really think it would work, but it did. Guess I can’t be right all the time.” “Well, I’m sorry that I left you in that state for such a long time, Phil,” I said to him. “But you really seemed to need it. Do you think we can finish my worker review before three? It’s 2:20 now, by the way.” “You’re kidding, right?” Phil said, and then looked at his wrist watch. “Wow! You’re not kidding! I was out that long? Amazing! Well, your review shouldn’t take very long at all. You’ve done a really good job this year, and your work the last few months has been outstanding, so I’m going to recommend you for a 20% raise. But before you get too excited, I should tell you that with the accountants around here, you’ll be lucky if they give you 15%.” I was amazed at this news. Mostly because it was coming from Phil, but without any mental suggestions or commands on my part. This was really how he felt about me now. The attitude adjustments I’d made on him earlier were working much better than I’d dared hope. My face must have shown my shock at the news because Phil said to me, “Why the surprise, Paul? You’ve definitely earned this raise. I’m lucky to have someone like you working for me, and it’s about time I let you know that.” And with that Phil stood up and shook my hand warmly, smiled at me, and escorted me out of his office. It looked as if my new power was going to be a lot more useful to me, than I’d thought. I wondered to myself, as I headed home from work that evening, what someone else would have done in my position that afternoon. I could easily have had Phil give me a blow job while I had him there kneeling in front of me. It would not have been a problem, and he probably would have enjoyed it, too. “Why didn’t I?” I wondered to myself. The answer was as simple was it was old fashioned. It wasn’t the right thing to do. Having sex, even just oral sex, with my boss would have changed my relationship with him a great deal, and not at all for the better. It did not matter that Phil would not have remembered the event, because I still would have known about it and had to deal with it. I had enough changes in my life to deal with right now. Turning my boss into my personal sex slave would only add to the confusion. I would not have been able to keep the same working relationship with him that I had now. It’s true that our relationship was a bit different now, in that he liked me more, but that was a positive change for both of us. Having Phil as my sex slave at work, no, that would not have been at all a good thing. My mind was somewhat less troubled as I arrived home that evening. I had managed to use my power to improve my situation, and I had not crossed over the line. I had come close, and almost given in to my anger and hatred, but I had held myself back. Mary was right about me, and that was a comforting thought. I feel asleep that night with warm thoughts of what I would buy myself with the extra money I would be seeing on my paycheck. I could always use a couple of new suits. Part 10. Where’s The Fire? After my success with Phil, I was eager to try and make another of my long time fantasies come true. Unlike Phil, though, there wasn’t going to be any revenge or money involved, and definitely NO humiliation. I had come much too close to stepping across that line and I did not intend to do so again. It took several weeks, months actually, to obtain the information I wanted. I had to be subtle and it took some time to locate the people I needed to visit, and to ‘suggest to them' what was needed to arrange my little ‘self help seminar’. My powers were slowly growing with time and practice. I was now able to super-hypnotize five or six people a day without feeling any undo strain or fatigue. My uppermost limit was ten people a day it seemed. After that, if I tried to do an eleventh person, I just did not have the strength. So, being the practical person that I am, I was sure to never super-hypnotize more that nine people a day. I wanted to keep that tenth position open in case of an emergency. In the meantime, though, I had several more dates with Officer Steven Stokes. We were sleeping with each other nearly every weekend, even if it was only for one night a week, and there wasn’t any sex involved. He never pushed about that, and neither did I. I was happy to just be able to have a few nights with him, every now and then. It seemed a good relationship, and we were both happy with it. We were not able to see each other as often as we wanted to, but we managed to fit time together in our schedules. Steve was my devoted slave, in and out of hypnosis, and there was no question that he truly did love me. I was very fond of him also, but I was not sure if it was love. I thought it might be, and I was more than willing to spend some time to find out. We had lots of time to see where our relationship was going. I did hypnotize Steve a few times, but just for stress relief, or if he wanted to spend some time in hypnosis. Once I even hypnotized him at work (he insisted, he said he was wound up tighter than a drum and needed to relax a bit), but I made sure that he did not address me as ‘sir’ then, since I did not want to raise any suspicions. It’s a good thing that I took such a precaution, since the shift sergeant interrupted us unexpectedly in the middle of Steve’s session. The sergeant was a bit skeptical of my explanation as to what was going on, until I asked him to think back over the last few weeks and recall if Officer Stokes job performance seemed to have improved lately. He reluctantly agreed with me, but made it clear that any more such ‘sessions’ would not be done on police grounds. I quickly assured him that would be the case. I felt lucky to get off that easily and not have to use my powers on the sergeant. He was a good looking guy as well, but not nearly as cute as Steve. Of course I told Steve what had happened, when I woke him up, and he agreed wholeheartedly that we should keep future sessions private. I had no interest in any other man. Well, to be honest I was interested in other men, but only in passing. There was never anything serious as far as desire or want was concerned. Maybe a little lust every now and then, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. That is, until I met Jack.. I first saw Jack at a fire drill at our office. It is unusual for firemen to actually come out to a fire drill, but I guess that in this case they wanted to check their response time. I was just milling about with the rest of the staff waiting for the ‘all clear’ signal so that I could go back into the office and get back to work, when I noticed that one of the firemen in the engine company had gone off by himself for a bit. I needed to stretch my legs, so I followed him. (Okay, okay I did not need to stretch my legs. I was curious.) He went around the corner of the building and was out of my sight for a few seconds. When I turned the corner, he was standing there by the building with his back to me, and I could see puffs of blue smoke drifting away from near his head. He was smoking. Sensing someone behind him, he quickly dropped the half finished cigarette to the ground, and stepped on it to extinguish it. He then spun around and looked at me. I was speechless at what I saw. His helmet was nestled in the crook of his arm, so I could clearly see his face and head. His hair was a sun bleached blond, but stringy and wet with sweat. He had a strong and firm face, but not rugged. His nose was in perfect proportion to the rest of his face, and his mouth was open in an ‘o’ of surprise, which revealed dazzling white teeth. The small and neatly trimmed, mustache between his lips and his nose was almost invisible since it was same color as his hair. His ears were unremarkable, but then again I’ve never really noticed ears. Who has? His eyes, though, they were was causing my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth. They were the color of an afternoon spring sky. A beautiful piercing and penetrating blue. I felt lost in them momentarily. I blinked a couple of times and then noticed the rest of him. He was about five feet ten inches in height, maybe 170 pounds with a slim build. From what I could see of his body in that protective gear, I guess that he probably had a swimmer’s build. “What do you want?” He asked me gruffly, in a barely polite tone of voice. “I thought you might want to know, that your company is about to leave, sir,” I said to him. “Thanks,” he replied, and stalked back to the fire engine. I was too smitten to do anything, even to use my power on him when I had the chance. Once the spell had worn off, a few seconds later, I was determined to find out who this man was, and to meet him again. I thought how nice it would be if I could help him to quit smoking, since a fireman smoking is not exactly an ideal image. (Okay, I admit it. I was hot for this guy, and I wanted his body….in my arms. But helping him to stop smoking would be an ideal way to introduce myself to him, and set something up.) Since I did not know his name, but only the number of his fire engine company, it was 37 by the way, it took me some time to track down who he was and to obtain all the information about him that I could. Thanks to my mental abilities, it was not difficult to use the fire department’s own clerical staff to track down Jack Jones for me (that was his name) and tell me all about him. All it took was one meeting with the personal manager, to get the ball rolling. Of course I had to get past his secretary first, but she was easy enough to hypnotize, once I got her alone. The personal manager was just someone to help me, but I did help him in return. He is now doing what he has long wanted to be able to do…lose weight in a safe and healthy manner. I made sure that he did not connect me with this change in his life, though, since I wasn’t really interested in him, and he was happily married anyway. I pay my debts, though, even to managers. So now that I knew all about Jack Jones, I had to figure out some way to meet him with the idea of helping him to stop smoking. I could have just used my power on him and made him come to me, but that would have been unnatural, and might have raised suspicions. That is when the idea of a ‘self help seminar’ came to mind. It took some visits to the fire station where he worked, so that I could set things up correctly. I decided to set up Jack Jones by first talking with his company captain. I had to be careful how I approached Jack’s captain as well. I couldn’t just walk in off the street and zap him. I’m rather proud of the approach I used, because it was clever and subtle. After I had identified this man, I managed to arrange to encounter him alone in the washroom of the fire station. (I made the excuse that I desperately needed to use their facilities.) Once I made eye contact with him I simply asked him what his current problems were, and what the name of his favorite restaurant was. Then I removed all memory of our encounter in his mind, except that he would start to become aware that hypnosis might help him with his problems. The captain it turned out, was being inundated with paperwork and red tape which was causing him to develop an ulcer, that was definitely stress related. I had also arranged for the captain to be at his favorite restaurant on a certain night, and that he would pick the booth next to me, without realizing it. Then I waited for that particular night to arrive. Steve and I got there early, about 30 minutes before the captain and his wife were scheduled to arrive. It was a simple matter for me to insure that one of the booths next to the one occupied by Steve and I remained empty. Soon after the captain and his wife were enjoying their meal, I turned the conversation with Steve over to the subject of hypnosis, and had him tell me how much he enjoyed his sessions and how much they were helping him. My earlier ‘eye contact’ with Jack’s captain had insured that he would find the conversation fascinating, and become very interested in it, since it was exactly the type of help he was looking for. By the end of our meal the captain had worked up the courage to talk to me and Steve about hypnosis and to arrange a session with me, at the captain’s home and with his wife present. I know what you’re thinking, but that is not what happened. There was no sex, in fact nothing naughty happened at all. It took a couple of sessions before the captain and his wife noticed the difference in how he felt and behaved, but the change was one they were both enthused about. They wanted to thank me some how and offered to pay, but I told them that all I could accept was a free meal, since I was not a practicing therapist. The fact that I was not a therapist, did not seem to disturb them at all. I had made sure of that, in my own special way. With the captain convinced of how useful and helpful I was, I had only to wait until Jack Jones was directed my way, and if some of the other guys at Jack’s station came my way too, that would be an added bonus. It didn’t seem likely, though, as Jack was the only person who smoked at the station. It took several weeks before anything happened. I wasn’t concerned though. I had lots of time, and besides I still had Steve to keep me company. I was growing more and more fond of him each day. Occasionally I’d call him by pet names when we were alone such as ‘love’, ‘darling’, ‘honey’ and ‘sweetie’. His eyes lit up and he smiled with joy each time I did. He was wonderful, but I couldn’t help thinking about Jack too. Finally it happened. I got a call one Tuesday night while I was home alone. The voice on the other end was gruff and to the point, and very, very familiar. “Could I speak with Paul Walton, please?” “Speaking,” I replied. “Yeah, hi,” the voice replied. “This is Jack Jones. I’m a fireman with the 37th engine company and my captain said that you were someone I might want to talk to about breaking my smoking habit.” “Yes, I think I can help you,” I said to him. “If you are interested and you would like to discuss it in further detail, we could arrange to meet sometime when it is convenient for you.” “Yeah, sure,” the voice said in a very disinterested tone. “How about tomorrow night, if you have the time?” “That would be fine, Mr. Jones,” I replied. “Would you like to come over to my place, at say 7:30 PM?” “Make it 7, so I can get this over with, and have my evening free,” the voice said. Clearly Mr. Jones was hostile and uncooperative, and would have proven a most difficult subject for any hypnotist, but me. “Fine,” I replied in a neutral tone of voice. “I will look forward to seeing you here at about 7 PM.” I gave him my address (which he did not thank me for), before he hung up the phone. Very hostile and very uncooperative. I wondered what his problem was. I’d find out soon enough. _______________________________________________________________________ The next day at work passed very well for me. Work was going well, and I was wearing one of my new Italian suits. I had been receiving my somewhat larger paycheck for a few months now and with the additional income I had decided to splurge and treat myself to some new clothes. By the way, I didn’t get the 15% increase that Phil had predicted….I got the full 20%…and it was mostly due to the warm and wonderful comments and recommendations Phil put down in my worker review. No, I didn’t suggest it to him….he did it all on his own. His new attitude to me had taken root in his mind, and I guess he felt a bit guilty about all the years when he’d been tricking me. Remember, he did not know that I knew all about it, and I was not about to remind him of those facts. A little guilt can be good for the soul…and for my wallet too. I did thank him for the pay raise, and mentioned to him that they gave me the asked for 20%. He just smiled at me, patted me on the back, and told me I was worth every penny. (Okay, so a little ego boost from the boss every now and then doesn’t hurt, either.) As a reward to Phil, I asked him if he’d like me to hypnotize him during his lunch hour sometime soon. He couldn’t wait to check his schedule and arrange a time. All that happened, though was that I hypnotized him and helped him with his stress relief and with some relaxation. I did have him parade around for me, and show of his suit and pants, but I kept his excitement and pleasure strictly controlled. I did fondle his butt, and his crotch, but with his clothes on. Hey, I had to have a bit of harmless fun too …I was giving up my lunch hour for this guy after all. Phil was actually a bit disappointed that I did not tell him to strip for me, but I explained that if we did that with EVERY session it wouldn’t be fun anymore. I compensated him for this disappointment by stimulating him into achieving a fantastic orgasm, with his cock wrapped securely in a towel. (Wouldn’t want to ruin his suit after all.) I also queried him as to where he obtained his silk boxer shorts and where he bought his suits. I was actually too embarrassed to ask him that outside of hypnosis, so I took the opportunity when it was presented to me. So when I got home that evening, I was still wearing that nice suit when Mr. Jack Jones knocked on my door at 6:30 PM, a half hour early. I had just gotten home 10 minutes earlier and was about to microwave something, since I had wound up working a bit later than normal. I opened the door and what I saw was a major disappointment. Jack Jones was dressed like a slob. He was wearing loose fitting dirty blue jeans with holes in the knees; an old stained sweatshirt that had seem better days; dirty, no more like muddy sneakers; a faded red (okay it was pink) baseball cap, and some type of formerly white (now a dirty and dingy gray) light jacket. His face was unshaven and streaked with dirt, his hair looked sweaty and dirty, and to put it bluntly…he smelled. “Hope, you don’t mind, but I didn’t have time to get cleaned up before I came over,” he said to me. It was a lie. The guy was 30 minutes early. He could have cleaned himself up, if he’d wanted to. The questions were, why didn’t he want to clean up, and why was he early. “Sorry to come early but there’s something else I have to take care of later and I’ll probably have to cut this session or seminar thing with you a bit short.” “No problem, come on in,” I said to him in my most pleasant and professional voice. “Would you like a cup of coffee before we start? I asked him. “No thanks,” he replied. “Let’s just get started. I think this is going to be a big waste of your time and mine, but my captain insisted that I come and see you. He claims that you’re really good at this hypnosis stuff, and maybe you are. It seems to have worked for him. I don’t think you’re going to be as lucky with me, though.” If he had painted a billboard sign with the message, “I’m not going to let you hypnotize me”, it could not have been more obvious, that Jack just did not want to be hypnotized. He had come here because of his captain, but not for himself. Ordinarily this would have created a big problem for me, using normal hypnosis. But I wasn’t going to use normal hypnosis. Again I could have just mentally commanded him and put him under in just a few seconds, but what fun would that have been?. Odd as it may seem to you, I really did want to help Jack to stop smoking….but for personal reasons. Kissing a guy who smokes is like kissing an ashtray. Not that I go around kissing ashtrays you understand, but you get the idea. So, I would have to use another approach, and try to win his trust and confidence. I didn’t need either, but this man was so on edge that he was starting to make me uncomfortable. Best to go slow, and just try and get him to calm down. I decided to start by talking to him about smoking, and said that if he wanted to smoke right now it was okay with me. “Gee, thanks,” Jack replied. “With all the anti-smoking laws and such there aren’t many places these days where I’m welcome to smoke.” “That is true,” I said to him. “I think if you have a cigarette you might relax a bit and we can maybe talk a bit. Are you sure you won’t have that coffee?” I asked him again. “Well, okay,” he replied. “I do enjoy smoking when I have a coffee.” I won’t boar you with the details of our talk, other than to say that with the occasional mental ‘nudge’ from me, Jack finally started to open up to me and tell me what was really bothering him about this session, and coming to see me. He really did want to stop smoking it turned out, but he was scared about hypnosis and that he’d have to give up control of himself to someone else. It was the classic ‘fear of hypnosis’ case. It took about an hour, even with my mental ‘nudges’ before I had convinced Jack that hypnosis was not mind control, and that he would be perfectly safe with me, because he was the one in control at all times. (Okay, so I lied to him. But as Mary said, this power of mine had to be a secret. ) We wound up talking for about an hour and a half before he noticed the time. He started to apologize for taking up so much of my time, especially as it was clear to him that we would not be doing a session tonight. I just looked at him and told that it was his decision, and that I had enjoyed our conversation in any case because I loved to talk about hypnosis. Jack just looked at me, for a second or two with a puzzled expression. Then he said to me, “Paul, all evening I’ve been putting you off about this hypnosis stuff, and avoiding it Haven’t you noticed how I keep sidestepping the idea?” “Yes,” I said to him. “I noticed that. But look me right in the eyes, Jack, and tell me that you really don’t want to try a hypnosis session with me tonight.” As soon as Jack made eye contact with me, I sent him the mental commands, “You want to try hypnosis tonight. Right now in fact. You want to try it very badly. When you hear me say, ‘Just try to make yourself comfortable’, the induction will begin. You will find it easy to follow along with the suggestions and they will take effect quickly.” (You were expecting me to do something else with this guy? Get real!) Jack blinked a few times as my ‘suggestions’ took hold, and then he said to me, “Well, okay. I guess we could try it tonight, since I’m here anyway. But I really don’t think it is going to work. Still, if you want to waste your time trying, I’m game. So what do I do?” “Well, to begin with,” I said to him. “Just try to make yourself comfortable, as you sit there in the chair. And when you are comfortable, just pick out something to look at, such as the clock on the wall for example. Just turn your chair so that you can look at the clock on the wall, and just listen.” Jack shifted his chair around and after a bit of shifting around finally made himself comfortable. He brought his gaze up to look at the wall clock in the kitchen, and focused his attention on the clock face. “That’s fine.” I told him. “Now just try to make yourself a bit more comfortable, as you start to become aware of exactly where the various parts of your body are. Take a couple of slow deep breaths, and let them out. You’ll feel a bit better as you do. That’s not hypnosis, just a very simple relaxation technique. As you look at the clock, Jack, just let your eyes follow the second hand as it moves around in a smooth steady circle. Let your eyes follow it without any strain or effort. You’ll find that soon and very soon indeed, you start to become more aware of your body and how it feels with each circuit that the second hand of the clock makes.” Jack was following along with my suggestions but only half heartily. He was looking away from the clock face and back at me, every time it completed a circuit. I wasn’t concerned. I knew the suggestions would start to become more effective with a bit more time. “That’s good,” I told him. “You’re doing fine. Just keep your eyes on the clock face and follow the second hand as it travels around. You’ll soon become ware of the pressure of your feet as they press down in your sneakers, and weight of your arms in your lap. And as you become ware of these sensations you’ll notice that with each number that the second hand passes, the sensations increase just a tiny little bit. And each time you feel these sensations happen, you just nod your head slightly, and continue to follow the second hand as it moves around and around the clock face.” It took only a minute or two before Jack’s eyes became locked on following the second hand of the clock. He was not wrenching his eyes back to look at me. I could see his head nod a few times, just a tiny little bit, as the suggestions began to take hold. “The second hand just travels around and around, Jack,” I said to him. “And as it passes each number you find it easier and easier to keep following it around, as it moves at a steady smooth pace. You’re starting to find watching the second hand to be a bit relaxing, because it is so easy to do. I can see it in your face as the muscles around your eyes are starting to relax. It is quiet and peaceful here, and that makes it even easier to continue watching the second hand as it goes around and around, Jack. Quiet, peaceful, and relaxing, Jack. Watching the second hand is kind of relaxing, as it moves from number to number to number, and it just gets easier and easier to keep watching it, Jack.” Jack’s gaze was now fixed on the clock and his head was nodding a more frequently now. His face was starting to look calm and peaceful as he continued to follow the second hand of the clock. I knew it was time to start piling on the suggestions. I’d already lost an hour and a half just talking to him. “The relaxation around your eyes starts to increase and move across your face, as the second hand moves from number to number, Jack. You notice your breathing has changed and become even and regular, as you feel the relaxation move out from your face and over your entire body…spreading out as the second hand moves from number to number to number. Following the second hand along as it leads you deeper into relaxation, Jack. As it leads you to a special place of your own where you can feel yourself going down deeper and deeper into relaxation. And the deeper you go, the better you feel and the better you feel the deeper you go..” I could see Jack’s body begin to go limp with each passing second now. He was sliding easy into a very deep state of hypnosis. “Finding it easier and easier to keep going deeper with each number that the second hand passes over, Jack. Sliding down deeper and deeper into relaxation and feeling better and better. Becoming so relaxed and comfortable that you notice your eyes are starting to get a bit tired….you’ve been starting at the second hand so long. And soon and very soon indeed with each number the second hand passes over, your eyes become more and more tired, as you go down deeper and deeper. Having to blink your eyes more and more often to keep them open, so you can continue to follow the second hand as it moves and takes you down deeper and deeper.” Jack was blinking his eyes a lot now, and of it’s own accord his head was slowly starting to drop down which made it harder and harder for him to keep looking at the clock. After about fifteen seconds of watching him struggle like this, I just reached over to his forehead and pressed his head to his chest while saying to him “Sleep, now.” His body when so limp and relaxed that he started to slide out of the chair and onto the floor. I barely caught him in time. I decided it was time to get to work. “Jack, how do you feel?” I asked him. “Good. Relaxed. Comfortable. At peace,” he replied. “How do you feel about me, and about being hypnotized right now?” I queried him. “I like you, and how you’ve made me feel. I never thought it would feel so good to be hypnotized. Thank you,” Jack replied. “You’re more than welcome, Jack” I told him. “Now, do you want to go even deeper? Would you like to feel even better?” I asked him. “Oh, yes, please. Please take me deeper. Feels so good,” Jack replied with a slight whimper in his voice. “Jack, I am gong to count backward from 10 to 0,” I said to him. “With each and every descending number you will feel your self becoming more relaxed and more comfortable, as you drift down deeper and deeper. No matter how deep you go, you cannot slip, slide, fall or topple out the chair you are sitting in. And when I reach 0, Jack, you will go ten times deeper than ever before, and you will feel compelled to tell me what you most want to do. And each and every time I say to you, “the fire hydrant is blue”, you will return to this state easily and quickly, going down twice as fast and twice as deep as before. When you are ready for me to start the count, just tell me.” It was only a few heartbeats later that Jack softly said, “Ready.” “Ten. Starting to slip down deeper and deeper, Jack,” I told him. “Nine. Going down even deeper now. Eight going down deeper and deeper and as you go down deeper your arms start to get lighter and lighter. Seven. Arms getting lighter the deeper you go.” (I could see his arms start to stir as I said ‘seven’.) “Six. Letting go very easily, going down deeper and deeper and dropping down faster and faster as your arms get lighter and lighter and just continue to float upward. Five. Impossible to even try to keep your arms down as they float higher and higher as you go deeper and deeper” (Jack’s arms were floating straight up now.) “Four. Going even deeper and it becomes even easier to just keep going down deeper and deeper. Arms so light that they start to pull you up onto your feet. Three. Going down even faster now. Going down even deeper. Arms pulling you up on to your feet easily now.” (Jack was now standing up on his feet and stretching his arms up to the ceiling.) “Two. Letting go completely as you drift down deeper and deeper. One. Going even deeper now. Zero. Ten times deeper than you were a moment ago.” I stopped talking as I waited to see what Jack would say to me. He stood there with his arms stretched up in the air for a few moments and then he said to me, “Feels very good. Want to stop smoking. Can’t seem to stop, and hope you can help me. Don’t know if I can give up enough control to let you make me not smoke any more.” Interesting. There was a simple way to fix that. Besides there were some questions I wanted answers to, and I didn’t want Jack to lie to me. “Jack, open your eyes and look at me….right in the eyes,” I said to him. When he had complied, without saying a word, I sent some mental commands to him. “Jack, I have brought you to a wonderful state of hypnosis right now, and so you trust me. Completely. You know that since I have successfully hypnotized your captain, and he had no problems, that neither will you. It feels more wonderful in hypnosis because you trust me. And so you do.” Speaking out loud I asked him, “Jack, do you trust me?” “Yes,” he replied. “I trust you. Completely. You are a very nice person to have done this for me. I feel so good now. “ “Fine, Jack,” I said to him. ‘I know that you want to stop smoking, but it would be bad for you to quickly ‘cold turkey’. Instead, each and every time you feel the urge for a cigarette, or you just automatically grab a cigarette, you will become very aware of exactly what you are doing and why. You will realize that smoking has become a habit with you, and it is one that you want to break. So, instead of smoking the entire cigarette you will smoke just half of it and throw the rest of it away. You will find that this becomes easier and easier to do, each time you do it. In about a week you will find that you are smoking a lot less than you normally do, and you will feel much better, mentally and physically.” Once Jack had understood and accepted these suggestions I brought him out with a quick count. “Wha….what happened?” He asked me. “Why are my arms up in the air? Hey, I can’t lower them. I’m not kidding, Paul. I CAN”T LOWER THEM! WHAT’S GOING ON?” Oops. I’d forgotten to take that suggestion away. But it turned out to be an excellent way to prove to this skeptic that he had been hypnotized. I corrected that oversight by quickly hypnotizing Jack again, and telling him that he would be able to lower his arms when I woke him up. I explained to Jack about the post hypnotic suggestion, and then asked him how he felt, and if he wanted a cigarette. “I feel pretty good, actually,” he said to me. “But not being able to lower my arms was a hell of a surprise and it kind of scared me at first. I guess I have to admit it, though….you did hypnotize me.” He absently retrieved a cigarette from his jacket pocket and started to bring a lighted match to the cigarette, when he paused for a second. Then he lit the cigarette and started to smoke it. I asked him why he paused when he lit it, and he said that he was just thinking about how much he really wanted to quit and he hoped the hypnosis was going to help. “It already has,” I said to him. “What do you mean?” He asked me, with just a touch of worry in his voice. “Only that you put out the cigarette after you’d smoked only half of it,” I replied. “You were not smoking like that before we started your first session.” “Gee, you’re right,” he said with a touch of amazement in his voice. ‘And I don’t even want to smoke the rest of it. Hey, this is starting to work. Could you put me back under again tonight? I kind of like how it feels.” “Sure,” I said to him. “The fire hydrant is blue.” With that Jack’s body went completely limp, as his eyes closed and his head nodded forward to his chest. I decided to get a few answers to some questions that had been puzzling me all evening. “Jack,” I said to him. “Just answer my questions to the best of your ability, and go even deeper as you do.” “Yes. Answer questions,” he replied immediately. “Feels good to go deeper.” “Why are you dressed like that, Jack? Do you normally dress so sloppily? Do you know that you have a slightly offensive odor emanating from you? Why is that? Is this normal for you?” I asked him. “Didn’t want you to like me,” Jack said, and I could hear the regret in his voice. “Thought this was going to be a big waste of my time, and wanted you to be annoyed with me so you’d just cancel this evening and send me on my way. Then I could go home and shower and change into some clean clothes.” “I see,” I said to him. “And now?” “Now, I want you to hypnotize me. I really like it a lot. I’m sorry. Really I am. I promise I won’t do this again. I’ll always shower and wear clean clothes when we get together for a session like this. That is….if you are willing to hypnotize me again. Please, will you? Pretty please?” Jack asked in a pleading and wistful voice. “Of course, I will,” I told him. His face became relaxed and calm at hearing that and he just smiled a big smile. “We can work something out I’m sure. All I ask is that you wear something nice for the next session, and not these grub clothes, okay?” “Sure thing,” he quickly replied. “Thanks for giving me another chance. I won’t let you down, I promise.” I quickly counted him out, since I was finished with him for the evening. He didn’t remember anything about his session, other than how good he felt and that he would be more strongly motivated not to smoke as much. I told him that in about a week or so, when he noticed how much less he was smoking, and how much better he felt in general, he should contact me for another session. I made a pot of tea, and we talked for a bit. During the conversation, I noticed that he was subtly sniffing at himself as if he only now noticed the slight body order he emanated. I could see some distaste on his face as he noticed just how shabbily he was dressed. I didn’t say anything though, since I knew he felt bad enough. When he finally left about a half an hour later, we had discovered some common interests, such as chess, and were starting to develop a friendship. I looked forward to his call in about a week, and to his next session with me. Part 11. Jack. It was not a week later that I heard from Jack, it was only three days later, on Saturday afternoon when he phoned me at home. He was warm, polite and courteous on the phone, the exact opposite of what our last telephone conversation had been. He was also bubbling with happiness and joy. He was absolutely thrilled with life and with me in particular. Why? Because he’d cut down his smoking to almost nothing. He was very eager to arrange another session with me so that he could finally quit for good, and he was hoping against hope that I was free this evening. What can I say? I’m a softie. I told him ‘yes’. I also told him that the earliest I could see him would be 7:30 PM and I did not mean 7:00 PM or 6:30 PM. He apologized for arriving so early the last time and assured me he would be at my apartment no earlier than 7:30 PM. I had a day of household chores ahead of me so an evening of hypnosis with Jack sounded pretty good. Steve was working the night shift again, so he wasn’t available, in any case. ______________________________________________________________________ Right on the dot, my doorbell rang at 7:30 PM, and I opened it to see Jack Jones standing there, in his fireman’s uniform, with a big smile on his face, and a garment bag slung over his shoulder. “Now, why in the world does he have that with him?” I thought to myself. I looked closer and realized that Jack had gotten his hair cut and styled since the last time I’d seen him. He looked very good, and he didn’t smell. It seemed as if he had taken my ‘suggestions’ from the last session to heart, but that still did not explain the garment bag. To say that Jack looked good in his uniform was not an understatement. He did look good, very good. The uniform itself was unremarkable, but it fit him very well. It wasn’t tight, but it was close fitting. The short sleeved white shirt with a gold badge on the pocket and open at the neck , went well with the dark navy uniform pants. Polished black shoes, and a black belt with a gold buckle matching the badge in color completed his outfit. Simple, and subtle but he did look good in it. Frankly, though, nearly anything would have been better than the shabby clothes he wore the last time he visited me. “What’s with the bag, Jack?” I asked him. “It’s too big for a pizza,” I joked. “It’s a surprise for you, Paul,” Jack winked at me. “I want to prove something to you. So, before we start, is there somewhere I can go to freshen up?” He asked. “Sure,” I said. “The bathroom’s that way,” I pointed. “But I don’t see…..” I started to say, and Jack just ignored me, and marched off to the bathroom. I was more curious than offended. He was up to something, but I didn’t know what. Ah, well, I’d find out soon enough anyway. So, while I was waiting I made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen. Ten minutes later I heard Jack’s voice call out, “Ready or not, here I come!” I just raised an eyebrow and waited. A few seconds later Jack came around the corner. My jaw dropped. He had transformed himself. From just a good looking guy in a fireman’s uniform (which is not all that bad in itself I might add), he had gone to being a major league handsome guy in a suit. I guess you might even call him a suit stud. If I could have moved my lips and tongue I would have given him a wolf whistle! He face, and hair remained unchanged, but not his clothes. Incredible! He was wearing a finely tailored three piece charcoal pinstripe suit that hugged his body close, and spoke of elegance and style. Accompanying it was a plain white long sleeved dress shirt with a starched spread collar and plain gold cufflinks. Filling the space between the top of his five button vest and his shirt collar, was a deep burgundy silk tie with the knot expertly tied and precisely centered. I glanced at the breast pocket of his two button single breasted jacket and saw a matching silk puff residing there. Still looking him over as he stood there and grinned at me, I noticed that his pants were not pleated, but plain fronts, with a sharp crease in the legs, and were cuffed at the bottom. His feet were encased in some very stylish black leather shoes that had been polished to a high buff. They were like mirrors almost. He had his hands in the front pockets of his pants so that I could see more of his suit and I soon noticed that the crotch of his pants had been raised up just a bit and was providing a hint of the equipment he had between his legs. The man just stood there, slowly turned around a few times, to let me see how he looked from all sides, and just smiled at me. “So, what do you think?” He asked. “You look great,” I replied. “But why the fancy clothes?” “Just wanted to prove to you that I’m not a slob and to make up for that first impression you had of me,” Jack said with ease. “I know that you were disappointed in how I looked, and I wanted to give you a treat,” and he smiled at me. “Meaning, what, exactly?” I asked him. “Well,” Jack replied with just a hint of hesitation in his voice. “I kind of figured that you enjoyed wearing good suits from the way you were dressed the other night, and I thought that if you saw me like that, and knew that I also liked to dress up, you’d be more inclined to hypnotize me again. Maybe for a couple of hours this time. I hope that is okay with you.” “Actually,” I said to him. “It’s fine. But, as I wasn’t expecting you in anything but jeans and a shirt, I decided to wear something casual. But enough about that, Jack. The fire hydrant is blue.” Jack’s eyes snapped shut immediately, and his head nodded forward as he just stood there in front of me wearing that beautiful suit, with his hands still in the front pockets of his pants. . “Jack,” I said to him with just a slight tremor in my voice. “Make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit excited when I saw him walk over to the sofa, sit down and close his eyes again. I was getting turned on at seeing him in that suit. Sitting across from him, I noticed that there was a bulge in his pants and that the longer he sat there the larger the bulge became. I decided to ask him a few more questions, and see if my suspicions were correct. But first the smoking had to be dealt with. “Jack, please answer my questions and as you do, you’ll go even deeper and feel even better,” I said to him, and noticed that the bulge in his pants was getting a bit larger and longer. “How many cigarettes are your smoking in a day now?” I asked him. “Two maybe, three, Paul,” he replied. “I really want to stop now. I feel so much better when I don’t smoke.” “That is very good to hear, Jack,” I told him. He smiled at hearing me say this and nodded his head a few times. “With each passing day, you will feel the need and the desire to smoke dwindling, more and more. In two weeks time, you will have lost any desire or inclination to smoke. And, if you do have any cigarettes left at that time, you’ll either throw them out, or give them to a friend of yours who does smoke.” Jack nodded his head a few times after I spoke, but he did not say anything. “Jack, you seem to like hypnosis at lot, is that true?” I asked him. “Yes,” he replied. “But only when you hypnotize me. I’ve been hypnotized a couple of times, to try and stop smoking before, but it wasn’t very pleasant. I really enjoy it when YOU hypnotize me though.” I looked down and the bulge in his pants was steady. There was no sign of it getting any smaller. As I kept looking I noticed that his right hand was twitching in the direction of his fly. My suspicions were starting to be confirmed. “Why?” I asked him. “I don’t really know, why. I just like it.” He replied to me. “It just feels very good.” He was avoiding a direct answer to the question, I knew, but rather than deal with this issue head on, I thought I’d approach it from a different angle. “Jack, open your eyes and look down at your pants,” I told him. “Now tell me what you see.” “I see my suit pants,” Jack said hesitantly. “And my hands, my arms, and the rest of my suit.” “And what else, do you see or notice?” I asked him. “I….I…I see my hands covering my lap,” Jack replied just after he’d moved his hands to cover the bulge in his pants. He was really trying to avoid this, but I wasn’t exactly sure why. “Jack, lift your head and look at me,” I told him. He looked up at me with a bit of hesitation, but he did it. “You find hypnosis erotic and a turn on, don’t you?” I asked him. He just nodded his head and blushed. “In fact, you have an erection right now, don’t you? “ Jack nodded his head again, and blushed. I could see some concern beginning to show on his face. “Jack, you didn’t want to admit to me that you have an erection, even though I can see that for myself, right?” He nodded again, and blushed yet again. I could see his throat start to tighten. He was starting to become upset and afraid about something. “It’s okay to feel that way, Jack. For some people and for some guys that is a perfectly normal reaction. There is nothing to be ashamed or worried about.” I told him. He looked at me for a second, and gently shook his head sideways. A ‘no’. This was getting us nowhere. Looks like it was time for the direct approach. “Jack,” I told him firmly. “Tell me what the problem is. You know you can trust me. I will not tell anyone else what happens here tonight. Whatever the problem is, I am sure we can work something out.” Jack swallowed a few times and cleared his throat before he spoke. “I…..get very turned on when you hypnotize me. There is something about you…your voice that I can’t resist. I feel compelled to do what you say, and I’m not sure why. I’m so turned on by your voice that I want to hear it whenever I can get a chance. It makes me feel erotic, horny, sexy, and very turned on. More than I’ve ever felt before….even with the women I’ve taken to bed. I…I….I think you’re somehow changing me from being straight to gay. Paul, I’m scared of you now. But I can’t help myself either. I so badly want you to hypnotize me and make me feel like this that I don’t care about being scared.” “How do I manage to pick these kinds of guys?” I asked myself . I needed a few minutes to think, so I just took Jack even deeper and had him lie down on the couch and relax. Well, almost all of him. His cock was even harder after he followed my instructions. There was definitely something unusual going on here. “Jack,” I spoke to him, after a few minutes thought. “What I am about to tell you, should show you how much I trust you. Please do not speak, until I have finished, though. Jack, I am gay, and I am in the closet. I find you to be a very attractive and good looking man, especially in the suit that you are wearing right now. However much I may desire you, I will never force myself upon you or make a pass at you, even now while you are in a deep state of hypnosis. It is important for you to know and understand, Jack, that you are safe with me. I’m not some kind of sex maniac or some power mad man trying to turn you into a hypnotized sex slave. I’m just hear to help you. My ‘reward’ is that I get to see you as you are now, looking very handsome. But I will never touch you, physically. You are off limits.” I took a deep breath, to calm myself and then said, “Okay Jack. I’m done. You may tell me what you think about all this now.” And I waited. Jack just lay on the sofa, with his eyes closed. I noticed a smile slowly start to come to his lips. Slowly he opened his eyes and sat up, and then turned to look at me. Other than the smile his face was blank. I really couldn’t guess at what he might be thinking, or feeling. He didn’t say a single word to me. He just stood up and motioned for me to stand up as well. Curious, I did so. Jack walked up in front of me, and just grinned at me, and I could see his eyes light up and twinkle with amusement. (God how I loved looking at his eyes.) I didn’t understand what was so funny. If anything I was more confused than before I’d spoken to him. I didn’t have any time for thinking as Jack suddenly grabbed me with his hands and pulled me close beside him. His pressed his lips firmly against mine and put his entire body and being into the hottest and most passionate kiss I’d ever had from another guy. But he didn’t stop there. Somehow his tongue forced itself past my closed lips and inside my mouth. Once there it engaged my tongue in a sexual dance of pleasure and joy I’d never experienced before. I was stunned and amazed, but mostly I was turned on and aroused like never before. (Well, okay, Steve had that effect on me too, but he wasn’t here right now, so he didn’t really count.) The only thought that could find its way through the haze in my mind was, “And this is a guy who’s afraid I’m turning him from straight to gay?” When he let me go a few minutes later, he just stood there looking at me, and blushing a bit as he said to me, “Well, I guess that settles that.” His cock had not gone soft for one second the entire time. I know because I had felt it pressing against my thigh. I was still very confused, and needed some straight answers. So I counted Jack out, while he stood there, and then I waited. Jack was a bit confused at first, and a bit unsure of exactly what had happened. He finally seemed to get his bearings, and he looked at me with ‘sad puppy eyes’, and said, “Gee, Paul, I hope I didn’t do anything wrong, but I thought you wanted that.” “What I want, Jack,” I said to him, once I had myself a bit more under control. “Is the truth. Just what is going on here? First you tell me that you’re turned on by hypnosis, and that you are scared that I’m turning you from straight to gay, and the next minute you’re giving me a kiss on the lips that could have melted an iceberg. Just what the HELL is going on?” “Well, okay, I guess I do owe you an explanation,” Jack said as he sat back down on the sofa. I sat down opposite him in a nearby chair. He continued to speak. “I was just so pleased to know that you were gay, that I just had to do something to show you how I really feel. I lied to you earlier about being straight and being scared that you were turning me gay. I’ve been gay all my life, but since I didn’t know how you felt about it, I thought it best to play it safe. You’re gay, too. If anyone should know about what it is like to still be in the closet, you should.” He had me dead to rights there. It was also true that unlike my session with Phil, I had not ‘ordered’ Jack to tell me the truth. After all, I had assumed he was straight and that all I’d get out of our relationship was some hypnosis sessions with him, and maybe a good friend. It seemed I’d gotten a lot more than I had bargained for. “So, let me see if I have this correct,” I said to Jack. “You are gay. You really get turned on when I hypnotize you. You are attracted to me. You’d like me to hypnotize you some more. Is that basically the situation?” I asked him. “More or less yes,” Jack replied. “But you left out the part that I really like it when you hypnotize me and I can feel you taking control. God, that feels so good. I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t do for you when you make me feel like that.” And he just looked at me with those beautiful ‘sad puppy dog eyes’ of his, and grinned. “Stop tempting me, you Jezebel,” I grinned at him. “Before I zap you again, there are a couple of things we need to discuss, such as just what our relationship is going to be, and how far we are going to take this.” Jack agreed with me, and we sat down and talked things out for a while. I won’t bore you with the details. It all came down to a relationship similar to what I had with Steve. The difference with Jack though, is that he never claimed to love me from the start. He just liked being controlled and being hypnotized. As for me I had another ‘stud’ to add to my stable, if you will pardon the crudeness of that remark. The evening wasn’t over just yet though. Jack was still wearing that wonderful suit, and it seemed such a shame to waste such a golden opportunity. “The fire hydrant is blue,’ I said to Jack. Immediately his eyes closed, and his head nodded forward. A small smile came to his lips. I was sure he was looking forward to whatever I would have him do. I thought first of a strip show, but then had second thoughts about it as something more amusing came to mind. I left him sitting there and went to get a towel from the bathroom. He’d need it. I instructed Jack to stand up and follow me into the living room. Once we were in a fairly clear area I started. I had Jack button his jacket closed and just stand there and not move. He was a bit puzzled about what was going to happen, since I’d told him nothing specific. I was going to enjoy this all the more. I started very slowly, by just giving him a couple of light pecks on his cheeks. I walked around to stand behind him and told him to bend over and touch his toes, and to hold that position. God, he had a nice ass! I reached forward and slowly started to run my hands across his buttocks. Slowly at first and then with increasing pressure. In a matter of moments Jack started to moan with pleasure. I didn’t even have to suggest this to him. It was happening all on its own, but I wasn’t satisfied with that. I wanted this to be a truly memorable experience for him, so I told him that each action that I took and each instruction that he carried out, would result in increased sensations of pleasure as he became more and more turned on. Of course, I made sure that he couldn’t cum without my permission. Not that I wanted to be cruel, I just wanted to be sure he didn’t have an accident and ruin that nice suit of his. After a few minutes of toe touching, I told Jack to get into a squatting position. He dropped down quickly and eagerly, moaning all the while. It was heaven for me to run my hands over his tight hard butt, as he swatted there balancing on his toes. He was having just a bit of trouble maintaining his balance so I told him to drop down to all fours and then lower his head to the floor slowly. Jack did so with more moans and a soft, “Thank you, Paul.” His ass was now pointing up in the air, making it all the easier for me to caress it. His pants were even tighter across his butt, and I knew that his cock had to be rock hard by now. There was one very good way to find out, so I took it. I got down on my knees beside Jack, and as I got nearer to him, my cock became even harder. My hands moved across his butt and traveled down to his crotch, and then explored forward. It did not take me long to locate his fully erect cock, and to let my fingers travel down the length of its shaft. Jack’s moans were soft and frequent, but in between them I could distinctly hear him saying to me, “God, that feels good. Please, oh, please don’t stop. Yes! MORE! I love it. Do whatever you want to me, I’m YOURS!” The fabric of his suit was soft and warm. Caressing him like that was starting to bring me close to an orgasm. I was deeply enthralled in the pleasure of the moment, but not so lost to it that I totally forgot about Jack. “Take that hot and hard cock of yours out of your pants, Jack,” I said to him. “And wrap it up securely in that towel. It will feel so nice to have your cock in a warm furry towel, Jack.” “Oh yes, GOD YES!” Jack panted as he carried out my commands. “I’m getting close, so close….” He moaned. I continued to run my hands over under and around his butt, crotch and I even managed to stroke his balls encased as they were in the silky material of his boxers. My breathing was becoming a match for his, as the excitement built in me as well. I was getting closer and closer, and giving myself over to the sensations of pleasure that were building within me, and flowing through me. I am not exactly sure what happened during the next few minutes, other than at the height of my orgasm I remember calling out, “Shoot, Jack! Shoot!” And then hearing Jack’s animal cries of passion as he shot his load into the towel. I guess it was five or ten minutes later when I blinked my eyes open to find myself lying on top of Jack, while he was lying face down on the floor breathing slowly with a satisfied smile on his face. I quickly scrambled off him and checked my jeans and Jack’s pants to see if there were any stains anywhere. Fortunately there were not. I was relieved as I had not wanted to ruin that wonderful suit of his. “Next time,” I told myself. “Remember to bring an extra towel for yourself.” Once I had recovered fully, I counted Jack out, and waited to see what his reaction was going to be. Jack opened his eyes, and slowly got up off the floor. I wondered for a second if maybe he had hurt himself. But, he dusted himself off, and then turned to look at me. All he did was smile at me, and chuckle a bit. I just looked back at him with an expression of pure innocence and wonder as if to say, “Who me?” Jack cleaned himself up, returned that monster of his to its lair and put the towel in the dirty clothes hamper in my bedroom. He got himself a large cold glass of water from the kitchen and came back to sit at the dinning room table in a chair next to me. “That was,” he gulped the water down quickly. “Incredible. Absolutely incredible. I don’t know exactly what you did, but it was great.” He yawned a coupe of times and just looked at me and smiled again. I guess he could not find the words. “I’m glad you liked it,” I said to him. “Want to try it in your uniform?” I asked him. “Oh, yes, I really would,” Jack replied. “But I don’t think I have the strength. You’ve warn me out. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall asleep here.” “And would that be such a bad thing, spending the night here with me?” I asked him, all trace of levity gone from my voice. “No, I would like that very much,” Jack replied, and blushed. “But would you respect me in the morning?” He asked. “Of course I would,” I told him. “All we are gong to do is sleep together. I’m not asking you to make love to me. I just want to hold you, and fall asleep in your arms.” “God, you’re a wonderful man,” Jack said as he kissed me on the cheek. Then he glanced at his watch. “How about a couple of games of chess before we turn in?” “Make it strip chess, and you’ve got yourself a deal, buddy,” I replied to him with a wink of my eye and smile on my lips. “You are naughty, you know,” Jack said as he set up the board. “Do you want to be white?” He asked me. “I defer to the good looking stud in the three piece suit, sir,” I told him, and grinned. And the game began. I won’t tell you who won or how many games we played. To be honest I can’t even remember. All I do remember is lying in bed with Jack, and having his arms wrapped around me as I fell asleep. It has been a most enjoyable evening all around. Part 12. I Never Promised You A Rose Garden. So now I had two ongoing and steady relationships. One was with Steve, and the other was with Jack. Sprinkled amongst them were the occasional noon hour ‘meetings’ with my boss Phil. All in all I was most happy and content. Everyone else seemed to be as well. True I didn’t see my ‘studs’ as often as I would like, but it was often enough. It was also true that there was no ongoing sex among us. As much as I enjoyed my time with Steve and Jack, I still did not feel right about having actual sex with them. I discussed it with them, separately of course as they did not know about each other, and they did not seem to have any problems. They were both happy and content with any time that we managed to spend together. Things went very well for the next few months. I was happier than I had been in a long time. Jack and I were out visiting a local museum one Saturday afternoon. A love of natural history exhibits was another of the common interests we shared. We were both dressed casually in jeans and shirts. I had planned for us to go out and see a show, and have dinner afterwards. But I forgot to bring the tickets with me, so we headed back to my place, and I asked Jack to go up to my apartment and get the tickets. He was only too happy to do so. No, I didn’t hypnotize him before hand, he just liked to do little things like that for me. He was a sweet man. I smiled at that thought as I waited for him to come back. He was also a smart man. He’d turned the car engine off and locked the door when he left. I became concerned when five minutes had gone by and there was no Jack. Something must be wrong, since the tickets were on the coffee table in plain site. (I know, I know, if they were in plain site, then why did I forget them? Would you believe I was looking at Jack at the time and the thought of the tickets just went out of my mind?) So I headed up to my apartment, to see what the matter was. I pushed at the door and was surprised to discover it was locked. “That’s odd,” I thought to myself. “Jack’s got a set of keys to my apartment. He shouldn’t have any trouble getting in.” Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. The keys. The keys! THE KEYS!!!! I frantically unlocked the door, cursing at my clumsiness, and prayed that I wasn’t too late. When I finally wrenched the door open, I was not altogether surprised at what I saw. Concerned, yes, but not surprised. Jack was sitting on the sofa, with duct tape across his mouth so that he could not speak. From the way his arms were positioned it seemed clear to me that he was probably handcuffed. Actually, that was a safe conclusion as Steve, in uniform, was standing next to Jack. Steve’s head was turned away from Jack and looking at me in surprise, as I stood there for a moment before I closed the door. Jack meanwhile was shooting daggers of hate and loathing at Steve from his eyes, until he saw that Steve was looking at something else. When Jack saw me there, fear and concern filled his eyes, as well as puzzlement. He couldn’t figure out exactly what was going on, but I could. It was crystal clear to me, and I was kicking myself mentally for having let this situation happen. It was going to take a lot of explaining to both of them before all of this got straighten out. I only hoped I wouldn’t have to ‘order’ them to accept the situation. I had given both Jack and Steve a set of keys to my apartment. It made it easier for them to drop by when we had an evening scheduled together. In fact, it make some very interesting and pleasant things possible, my favorite of which was to be curled up in bed reading a book, and have Steve or Jack drop by after their shift was over. They’d come into the apartment and take a quick shower, and then hop into bed with me. Usually they were pretty good at getting my nose out of that book and getting my arms wrapped about them. But enough about that. I had ‘instructed’ both Steve and Jack that they could not mention the keys to anyone, or make duplicates of them, and that they were NEVER to enter my apartment unannounced or unplanned unless it was a life or death emergency. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that Steve was going to be in my apartment for a couple of hours. He was pulling a double shift at work, doing a favor for a friend, and had asked me if it would be okay to use my apartment to grab a quick shower and a few hours rest. I guess Steve thought that Jack was a mugger and had mugged me, and used my keys to enter the apartment. So, he naturally arrested Jack and was preparing to take him to the station to book him. Jack, I’m sure, had tried to explain to Steve how it was that Jack was not breaking and entering, but was legitimately in my apartment. Jack can be very vocal at times, and I guess Steve finally had enough. Hence the duct tape on Jack’s mouth. Steve had the phone in his hand, as he looked at me with surprise on his face. It was time to take action before this situation got totally out of hand. “Steve,” I told him, in a commanding tone of voice that would brook no refusal from him. “Put down that phone and give me the keys to your cuffs. Then go and sit down in a chair in the dining room. I’ll explain in a moment.” Steve was very hesitant, but he complied. However, he kept his eyes on Jack, and his hand on his revolver, as I moved over toward Jack and signaled him to stand up. “Jack,” I said to him. “I’m sorry about this. I know you are upset. Just promise me that you’ll listen to what I have to say, and that you won’t try to hurt the policeman over there. Nod your head when you agree.” Jack was very reluctant, but he finally nodded his head. “Fine,” I said to him. “I’m going to unlock these cuffs and you are going to go and sit down in a chair in the dining room. A chair opposite the policeman and you are going to listen to what I have to say.” I unlocked the cuffs, and for a second I thought Jack was going to attack Steve, but Jack controlled himself. I could see he was very upset, and a bit angry at me too. (Boy do I have a gift for understatement. He was furious.) He removed the duct tape from his mouth and sat down at the dinning room table as I had told him. Jack’s hate filled eyes remained locked on Steve. “Great, just great,” I thought to myself. “How the hell do I explain this?” I’d better play it safe. “Jack, the fire hydrant is blue. Steve, write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop,” I said to them. They were both out like a light in less than a second. I then bound them both with post hypnotic suggestions, and counted them back out. They each struggled briefly upon awakening, but soon gave up. They both just glared at me, now, instead of each other. I can’t say as I blamed them, since I had just broken my word to them both. I had promised them a long time ago, that I would never hypnotize them in public, without their permission. It was necessary in this case though. I only hoped I would be able to convince them of that. Best to be blunt and come right to the point, I figured. “Steve, Jack, you both have a ‘relationship’ with me. It is the SAME relationship. I am sorry that you had to find out like this. I was going to tell you, when I came up with a way that wouldn’t hurt you. Either of you. But I have failed, and a small mistake on my part has lead to this. Now you are both feeling hurt and anger towards me, and frankly I deserve it. All I ask is that you not feel any jealousy or anger towards each other. Please, don’t talk yet, let me finish,” I said quickly as I saw Steve start to open his mouth. “I care for both of you very much. Steve, you know how you feel about me, and you know I how feel about you. Look deep in your heart and ask yourself this question. ‘Can you honestly say that you think it would be right to deprive Jack of the same wonderful feelings and relationship with me, that you have?’” I asked him. “And you Jack,” I continued. “Do you think it would be fair to Steve to just cut him off from a relationship as wonderful and beautiful to him, as your relationship with me is to you? Please, both of you think about it, think about the other person for a minute. Is it really fair of you to ask me to limit myself to just one of you?" My words seemed to have no effect. They both just sat there glaring at me, and at each other. They were too upset, and angry to listen to reason, or to a plea for compassion. I could have very easily forced them to accept the situation and even to have enjoyed it, but that would have been wrong. It would not have solved the situation, at least not for me, because I would still know all about it. I’d have to live with what I had done to them now, and what I had done to ‘solve’ this by forcing a solution on them. I couldn’t do that. It was too heavy a burden to bear. I cared too much for both of them to take the easy way out, and ‘order’ them to be happy about the situation. I simply could not think of a solution, but one thing I did know. I couldn’t stand being in the same room with them any more. My guilt and shame at being the cause of all this was starting to overwhelm me. I quickly hypnotized them again, and told them that 15 minutes after I woke them up, the invisible bonds holding them would dissolve and they would be free to move and act normally. Then I counted them out. They just looked at me, and they were even more upset. I couldn’t take it any more. I almost ran from the room, fled into my bedroom and slammed the door closed. I threw myself on the bed and let the hot hurtful tears that I had been holding back for the last few minutes, pour out of my eyes. I cried and sobbed, but quietly. I wanted to wail with the despair and anguish that swelled up inside of me, but I was afraid that they would hear me. I was crying for all the hurt and pain that I’d caused them, and for the loss I felt. I knew that they would both storm out of here, and probably never come within a mile of me again. I kept kicking my self mentally, over and over, and kept promising myself that the next time I wouldn’t let this happen. My heart couldn’t see a next time coming. All it knew was the hurt and pain of now, of my losing two of the most wonderful men I’d ever met. And so I thrashed on the bed…wallowing in pain and anguish, and all of it caused by me. For the first time, I cursed this power of mine, and what it had brought me. Later I heard muffled shouts coming from another room, and I knew that Steve and Jack were ‘having it out’. I couldn’t hear the words, but the tone was clear. It tore through me like a rusty dull knife, ripping my insides apart. I didn’t even care anymore. I only knew how much I was hurting, for them and for me. I buried my head under the pillow to muffle the sounds, and I cried, and cried and cried. Before long the sheets were soaked with my tears as was the front of my shirt. My eyes were puffy, red, and sore. I had finally stopped sobbing, but only because I had run out of tears. I was tired. Too tired and sad to move. I guess I had being lying there for about half an hour after my sobbing had stopped, when I felt a hand gently placed on my shoulder. A second latter I felt a second hand beside the first. “I wonder who won?” I asked myself. Reluctantly, I brought my head out from beneath the pillow, turned my head to the side of the bed, and opened my eyes. I had to blink a few times to clear my vision, and even then I could not believe what I saw. Kneeling next to the bed, with one hand on my shoulder were Steve and Jack….and they had been crying recently. I could see the tracks that the tears had left on their cheeks. And yet, there were small smiles on their faces. I was delighted to see them….my heart soared at the sight, but I was confused, and did not know what to make of all this. The confusion on my face must have been plain, since they looked at each other for a second, nodded their heads to each other, and then looked back at me. “It’s all right, Paul,” Steve said to me. “Jack and I understand now. We talked it all out. Well, we did more than talk, and I guess you heard us.” Steve blushed, as did Jack, and then Jack spoke. “It took a while for me to understand the wonderful things you did for Steve, and for him to understand what you did for me. Neither of us wants to give up what we have found with you. So, we have decided that the only fair thing is to share you between us. It won’t be easy at first, and there will probably have to be some adjustments made, but we are willing to try it. What do you think?” I was happy that they had come to this understanding, but I was not sure that it could work. Still it was worth a try, though. I said to them, “Thank you both. I’m glad that you both understand now. I could not have chosen between you. It would have been both of you, or neither of you. I……” And my voice failed then, as I started to cry again. “What is it, Paul?” Steve asked “What’s wrong?” Jack echoed. It took me a few moments before my throat loosened up enough for me to speak. “Can you ever forgive me for the pain and hurt I just caused the both of you?” I croaked. “What can I do to make it up to you?” “Over time, I think we can forgive you, Paul. It won’t take too long,” Steve smiled at me as he said this. “In the meantime,” Jack said as he winked at Steve, “Steve has to go off to work, and you and I have a show to attend. So get your lazy bag of bones out of that bed, and change your clothes. You can’t go to the show with tear stains on your shirt!” “Yes, Sirs,” I replied meekly as I mockingly saluted them, and smiled weakly. “Do you both know how wonderful you are?” I asked them as I bounced out of the bed and hugged them. First Steve and then Jack. When I finally let go of Jack, I headed to the closet to find a new shirt. “About as wonderful as you are,” Steve replied as he blew me a kiss and left the room. “Ditto that,” Jack said to me. “I’ll wait for you in the car.” I couldn’t change clothes fast enough. I was so happy that a major disaster had been averted. Still I couldn’t help but wonder how we were going to work all this out. I need not have worried. I had greatly underestimated them both. In the ongoing months we did manage to work things out. Sure there were a few bumps but nothing that sitting down and talking about it couldn’t resolve. I was so impressed and proud of them that I just had to tell them, which I did at least once a week. I think it helped to build the friendship that was growing between Jack and Steve. When my birthday came around about three months later, it was a wonderful and special night. The three of us went out to celebrate by dinning at a fabulous restaurant where Steve and Jack split the bill. They would NOT let me pay for anything. (I was so touched by that, I wanted to kiss them both, but we were in public so I restrained myself.) Then we went back to my apartment, where they brought out a small birthday cake, and each gave me a small but wonderful present. (And one hell of a birthday kiss I might add.) From Jack a pair of gold plated cuff links, and from Steve a long sleeved white satin dress shirt, that required cufflinks. I smiled at them and gave them big hugs and kisses, as I knew that they had worked together on buying these gifts. If I ever needed proof that the three of us were going to work out this relationship successfully, I’d just gotten it. But that was not all. I surprised the two of them when I presented them with some small gifts as well. I had gotten each of them a beautiful pure silk tie with matching silk puff. They were so touched that they couldn’t speak at first. They each gave me the most passionate and intense kiss that they possibly could. The rest of that evening, they would not let me lift a finger. It was like having two full time man-servants to attend to my every wish. To add to my enjoyment, they insisted that I hypnotize BOTH of them, so that they could call me ‘sir’ all evening. Wonderful does not begin to describe the evening, but it is the best word I can think of. It was the best birthday I had had, in a very long time. The final act of this night dedicated to my pleasure, took place in my bedroom. After they had undressed me, bathed me, given me a thorough massage with scented oils and helped me to get ready for bed, I undressed the two of them. I might have gotten a little bit dizzy from spinning around from Steve to Jack and back again, but it was worth it, believe me. The three of us climbed into my bed and got comfortable. I have a queen size bed so it was only a little bit snug, but no one complained. I was nestled in between the two of them, warm and contented and deeply thankful to both of them for how this was all working out. I felt especially lucky and blessed that night. I had found two very special men to share my life with. It couldn’t get any better than this. Part 13. The Price You Pay Time goes by very fast when you are having a good time. The last year with Steve and Jack had been wonderful. Sure there were a few rough spots, but we worked them out. The birthdays and Christmas were a bit harder to deal with. Since we were all in the closet, even to our families, we arranged separate birthday celebrations, and our own special “Christmas Day” celebration. Incidentally, Jack is a fantastic cook, and Steve is pretty good in the kitchen himself. As for me, I’m not so good in the kitchen unless there’s a microwave around. I can’t boil water without burning it. Jack and Steve had become close friends over the past year, as they discovered many common interests. In fact, it was not unusual for them to go out by themselves every now and then. As for me, I didn’t mind at all, since it gave me some time to myself, which was kind of hard to arrange with two of these guys in my life. Not that I was complaining, but everyone needs a little bit of time to themselves. I was so content with how things were going that I didn’t actively peruse any other men, no matter how good looking they were. Oh, sure, if a good looking guy caught my eye, I might be tempted to try and get him alone for ten or fifteen minutes, but that was only so I could look him over. I really didn’t have any interest in anyone else right now. I had my hands full with Steve and Jack. I had come to notice over the past month or so, a significant drop in the frequency of my sessions with Steve and Jack. We had just as much fun as before and it seemed that they both were enjoying their time with me, but we were simply getting together less often. It was not as if they were making excuses not to spend time with me, but rather they both had something they wanted to do, and only if they had to make a choice would they rather spend time with me, than with doing this other something. I’d actually asked Jack that straight out one time, and he’d told me that he did have other plans for the evening in question, but that he would cancel them to be with me. He didn’t seem upset about it, just a bit taken back by having to rearrange his schedule. A year ago he didn’t have this difficulty. As for Steve, he was having the same difficulty too. I didn’t press either of them about it as they both had private lives outside of our relationship. They respected my desire to hypnotize other men, and I had to respect their desire to spend time away from me doing things that they enjoyed. For example, Steve like to go to the target range and practice firing his revolver, something that I did not enjoy at all. Slowly it dawned on me that maybe they were becoming interested in other men. We had not actually talked about that before, but I had to admit to myself that it was possible. I wasn’t exactly a major league stud muffin, after all. I might be giving them a lot of pleasure and joy with the hypnosis, but we were still not having sex. They were not priests or monks, so it would only be natural that they might be seeing someone outside of our relationship. I decided that it was time to find out. Better to know for sure, I thought to myself, than to keep wondering. I arranged for the two of them to meet me for coffee next Saturday night at my place. I told them I had something important to discuss with them, and left it at that. When my doorbell rang at 7 PM (they were on time as usual), I opened it to see Steve standing there still in his uniform, and Jack standing beside Steve, also in uniform. I invited them in, and we all sat down at the dinning room table with a cup of coffee. “Steve, Jack,” I began a bit nervously. “I have noticed that in the last few months, we haven’t been seeing as much of each other as we usually do. Is there something wrong? Did I do something to offend either of you?” “Oh, it’s nothing like that,” Steve said quickly. But he didn’t say anything more. He just looked away from me, looked a Jack for a second, and then looked back at me. He still didn’t say anything. “Okay,’ I said with a hint of doubt in my voice. “Don’t you know that you both can talk to me about anything? If you’ve found someone else, please let me know. I won’t be upset. After all, it’s not like we’ve ever consummated our relationships.” Steve and Jack were both fidgeting in their chairs. They could not look me in the eye, and it was clear that they wanted to tell me something. They were either unsure how I would react or were perhaps frightened at how I would react. “Steve, Jack, I promise you,” I told them emphatically. “I will not do ANYTHING or take ANY ACTION at all, once you tell me whatever it is that you are so reluctant to talk about. It is clear to me that whatever it is, it has you worried as to how I will react. I have never broken my word to you, except for that once instance in the apartment when you met each other for the first time. You know that I have never broken my word to you since. Please, tell me what it is. I care too much for the two of you to let this whatever it is come between us. “ “Alright, “ Steve said with doubt in his voice. “But remember, you promised not to do anything. Nothing at all.” And he fixed me with a steely stare that told me if I didn’t keep my word, he would never trust me again. This had to be very important for him to doubt my word after all the time we had spent together. I looked over at Jack and was surprised to see him looking at me with the exact same expression as Steve. Something big was definitely up. “It’s like this,” Steve began awkwardly. “Both of us do care for you a great deal, Paul, and we both love it when you hypnotize us. But…..we’ve each found someone else that we love, and someone whom we can be physically intimate with. We’ve found….each other.” And with that Steve glanced over at Jack and blushed. Jack turned to look at Steve and I could see a tenderness and warmth in his eyes and his smile that I had not seen before. It was not the same expression that he used when he looked at me. I just sat there and tried to absorb this surprising bit of news. Steve and Jack were in love with each other, and were lovers. It explained much about what had been happening over the last few months. I wasn’t upset. I was just numb. I didn’t feel anything. No anger. No hurt. No sadness. It was strange, but I almost felt a sense of relief at hearing this news. “Are you okay?” Steve asked me, with worry in his voice. “Are you angry with us? We didn’t mean to hurt you, and we didn’t mean for this to happen. It just did. Please, Paul, please try to understand.” Steve’s voice was actually starting to shake, he was so scared of how I’d react. As for Jack, he just sat there patiently waiting. He was content to let Steve do the talking for both of them.. I don’t know why I said it. It did not make any sense at all to say it, but say it I did. “Please, give me your hands, both of you,” I said in a distant and calm voice. Reluctantly, they did so, with almost fearful expressions on their faces. Once I had physical contact with them both, I looked at each of them, one at a time, directly in the eyes and forged a mental link with them. Unlike the link with Mary, this was a one-way link. I could read their minds, but they could not read mine. I’d never tried to do this before, but some hidden instinct told me it was the correct time to try now. I opened my mind to whatever thoughts and feelings they might be having at that time. At first it was chaotic. Trying to understand the thoughts of two people at the same time is no easy matter. I had some difficulty in sorting it all out, but after a few minutes it started to make sense. I could feel the fear that they both had. Fear about how I would react. They were actually afraid that I might try to take some type of revenge on them, for this act of ‘betrayal’. But beneath the fear I could feel something else, and so I probed. It is something that I do not often do, because of the energy demands it makes on me, but in this case, I wanted to know the truth. And beneath the fear I discovered something wonderful. It was deep and rich, surpassing anything else I had ever felt from anyone. It was as if love, joy, respect, compassion and tenderness were woven into a fine warm quilt, and that quilt had been wrapped around me. I was enveloped in this deep and intense mixture of emotions, and I did not want to let it go, until I felt the acid sting and bitterness that warned me that this quilt was not meant for me. It took only the briefest of mental scans to confirm that these intense feelings and emotions were directed from Steve towards Jack, and from Jack towards Steve. They were in love with each other. Deeply, passionately, and totally. A few seconds later I felt a warm and soft undercurrent of affection, love and respect flowing from Steve and from Jack, that was directed towards me. It was nothing, though, compared to what I’d just felt. It was like having one silk thread in your hand, after just having held the most beautiful silk sheets only moments ago. Suddenly I felt weak, and let go of their hands, as everything went black. I woke up a few minutes later to see Steve and Jack beside me. They were concerned that something had gone wrong. I waved them back to their seats, and told them I was just a bit tired, but that I’d be okay in a couple of minutes. Once I had recovered, I realized that I really did not want to let them go. As much as I might care for them, I wanted that ‘quilt’ of emotions for myself, and I intended to get it. I knew I could arrange it, and it would take only a few seconds to do so. It would be very easy to redirect their emotions towards me, instead of towards each other. Best of all, I smiled to myself, Jack and Steve would think it was their own idea. They’d never know the truth. I took a few deep breaths to prepare myself. It wouldn’t be hard to accomplish this task, but I’d just expended a great deal of energy in the last few minutes and I would need to focus my mental powers carefully in order to succeed. “Steve, Jack,” I began, smiling at them to put them at ease. “It is very clear to me that you both dearly love each other. I cannot stand in the way of that. You have my blessing and my best wishes for a long and loving relationship.” (What the HELL was I saying? This is NOT at all what I wanted to say, or to do for that matter. It was like I was not in control of myself any longer!) “Now, it would be best for all of us, if you both were to just leave now. No goodbye kisses, please. Just go, and be happy. Maybe in a month or so, we can look each other up and see how things are going. Think of this as my ‘wedding gift’ to the two of you. I am very happy for you, and I do love you both.” And with that I showed them the door and saw them on their way. They couldn’t help but give me a quick kiss on the cheek as they left, hand in hand. Once they were gone, I felt a sudden cold chill enter my being. I had been completely out of control the entire time I was saying goodbye to them. Something was very, very wrong. As much as I’d wanted to do the exact opposite and keep them both here with me, I’d let them go, and wished them luck. My body and my mind had NOT been mine to control. It was like some kind of ‘auto pilot’ had started up in my brain, and directed my actions and thoughts onto a different course of action from what I wanted to happen. Even now, if I thought about going after them and trying to enforce my will upon them, my body would not respond. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew of one person who might be able to tell me. Mary. I took a cab down to ‘the Coffee Shop’ as quickly as I could. I wanted to find out what was going on. I didn’t like this out of control feeling that I had. I suppose a sensible person would have called first to find out if Mary was there, but something in my head told me that she would be there. She was. Trying to remain calm wasn’t easy, but I managed it. I got Mary alone a few seconds after arriving at the shop, and asked her if we could go in the back and talk a bit, as there was something I needed to discuss with her. She looked at me for a moment, and then nodded her head. Once we were in the back room, we formed another link, and I quickly brought Mary up to speed regarding all that I had done with my powers during the eighteen months since she’d trained me in how to use them. Then I waited, and hoped that she’d be able to explain what had happened. I wanted to maintain the link and talk privately, but I was too weak to continue. “You’d better sit down before you fall down, Paul,” Mary said to me as she helped me to a nearby chair. “As for this ‘problem’ with your powers, there is nothing to worry about. It isn’t a problem at all.” “What do you mean, it isn’t a problem?” I nearly screamed at her. I was upset with her answer. “My powers didn’t work at all as I wanted them to. In fact, it almost seemed like they controlled me. I feel like I’ve lost control of myself, and it is terrifying. This has never happened to me before. I’m afraid it’s going to happen again, and get me into real trouble.” “Paul, calm yourself,” Mary said to me. “You’re overreacting. You powers are just fine. Now sit there and I’ll explain to you what happened. To put it bluntly, you’ve just discovered the price you have to pay, for having powers like yours. When a situation develops where is it better to let someone you have ‘influenced’ go on their way because they have found true happiness or love, then you cannot stand in their way. Your powers will not permit it. Remember how I told you that your ‘compassion and caring’ would be your safety net? How, that your basic personality would prevent you from ever misusing your powers? Well, that is exactly what has happened here. Steve and Jack found love between them, and although you may have been the catalyst that brought them together, you do not have the right to interfere with that developing relationship. I told you at the beginning of all this that you could bring a lot of joy and good to the world, and this is just one example. You haven’t lost anything. In fact, you have gained much. You had over a year of fun and joy with both Steve and Jack. Now that they have moved on and out of your life, you are free to find someone new and start the whole process over again. It is what you wanted at the start, Paul. Now you have it.” And with that, Mary just stood there and looked a me, darning me to dispute what she had said. I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. But I could not. She was right again. But it just didn’t seem fair. Was I destined to a life of men coming into my life and then just leaving? Wasn’t I entitled to a long term relationship? Before I could even start to open my mouth, Mary spoke again. “Paul,” she said as she looked directly into my eyes. “I know what you are thinking. You’re wondering if you are ever going to have a long term relationship, if these powers of yours keep pushing men out of your life. The problem is not your powers, Paul. The problem, is you. When you are ready to make a commitment to someone, to the man that you truly love, your powers will not get in the way. In fact, they will bind that man to you even closer than he is now. I know how you feel, and the hurt and confusion you are suffering. I went through the same thing the first time I lost a love. It gets better, trust me. Just give yourself time. That is the one thing that you definitely have.” “Now my shift is over in about five minutes and the love of my life is coming by to pick me up. Stay, Paul, and scan me. I give you permission. I want you to know what a bonding of minds is like when you find the right person.” And with that Mary headed back to the counter to finish her shift. I was perplexed to say the least, but also very curious. So I stayed. I ordered a cup of coffee and waited to meet this ‘man of her dreams’, not knowing what to expect. Imagine my surprise when he turned out to be the ‘customer’ I’d seen paying his bill the first time I was in the Coffee Shop! I scanned Mary's mind, when she told hold of my hand. What I found nearly made me swoon with surprise. I could almost see a weaving of love, devotion, caring, compassion, trust, and many other emotions flowing between Mary’s mind and Robert’s. It was many times more intense that what I had felt between Steve and Jack. I was in shock, and it showed. Robert wasn’t an especially good looking man on the outside, but on the inside he was a rare and precious jewel. Mary released my hand, and slowly my strength started to return. I had overextended my powers today, and I was feeling very weak. Robert walked over to me, smiled at me and said, “Now you know, don’t you? Mary is a wonderful woman. I see that she has trained you well. Yes, I know all about you, from her. Rest assured that you will find someone like me for yourself. You just have to keep searching and helping people as you do. Mary searched for twenty-five years, and I was the result. Never give up, Paul. He’s out there somewhere.” And with that Robert returned to Mary and soon after they left. I had much to think about and to think over, once the shock wore off. I ordered another cup of coffee. Part 14. Full Circle It took me several months, to understand exactly what Mary and Robert had been talking about. I had suffered a big blow to my self confidence, and was very hesitant about using my powers again, for fear that they would fail me somehow. I started first with Phil, and over the course of a couple of weeks, managed to prove to myself that he was still responding well to my control and suggestions. Next, I went back to see Jack’s captain. I invited him over to my apartment for a quiet evening alone, and managed to get him to perform a few tricks for me. Nothing naughty though. I didn’t have any problems with him either. As for Jack and Steve, I ran into them occasionally, and yes I did hypnotize them a couple of times. Nothing came of it though. No time was spent in bed, just a couple of relaxation sessions, and maybe a strip show or two, but no physical contact. They remained very much in love with each other, and continued to consider me a trustworthy and loyal friend. At their wedding ceremony six months later, which was very ‘hush-hush’ of course, I was their best man. I guess it was then, that I finally let go of them emotionally, and was able to accept them as two of my closest and most trusted friends. We have remained in contact since then. It’s nice to know I can always go to either of them when I need to talk or just need a shoulder to cry on. Many a day, when I’m feeling a bit sad, I think of them and the love they share, and I hope and pray that someday I’ll find my soul mate too. Still, it wasn’t easy for me. I was actually beginning to feel a bit cheated and a bit lonely, so I went off to the Coffee Shop one Saturday afternoon. I figured that if I was going to mope around I could at least do it somewhere that might make me feel better. The place was its usual busy self for a Saturday, and Mary was on duty. She greeted me warmly and brought my coffee (no drug this time, she assured me privately), to the booth where I was sitting. I was just reading the Saturday paper and not really paying attention to what was going on. There was a slight increase in the noise level of the room, but I paid it no mind. “Excuse me, sir,” a strange male voice said to me. “But I was wondering if it would be alright for me to sit here with you? I’d really like to rest for a few minutes. I won’t disturb you otherwise.” I wasn’t really paying attention, so I just said “That would be fine. Please make yourself comfortable.” And I went back to reading my paper. A few minutes later, the voice spoke again, and asked, “Excuse me again, sir, but would your name happen to be Paul Walton?” “As a matter of fact, yes, it is,” I answered. I put down my paper and looked up to see a very attractive police officer sitting across from me. He was about six feet tall with a slightly muscular build, not anywhere as muscular was Steve was. I sighed silently to myself at that thought. He had very short bright strawberry red hair, and he was clean shaven. His face was very handsome with a strong jaw and firm mouth, and his eyes were a dark and deep hazel brown. His nose was strong but otherwise unremarkable. He had taken off his sunglasses and put them by his coffee mug on the table. His uniform, well, I’ve already described what the police officers in my city wear. This uniform fit him well, but it was not tailored by any means. “I’m glad to hear that,” the officer said just a bit nervously. “Would you happen to remember a police officer by the name of Stokes?” “Yes,” I said cautiously. “Steve and I are old friends. Has something happened to him?” I asked with worry starting to seep into my voice. “Oh, nothing like that, sir” the officer continued. “It’s just that Steve and I used to partner about a year or so ago. He used to mention back then how much hypnosis had helped him deal with some of his problems at work. And, well, I talked with Steve a few days ago and he gave me your name, and he told me where you like to spend your Saturdays. He said that you’d helped him a lot and that I might want to talk to you too.” The officer was actually fidgeting now, he was so nervous. “I see,” I said calmly, but inside I was becoming very interested and a bit excited. “You could have phoned me, you know, my number is in the telephone book. I’m surprised that you didn’t.” “Well, I wanted to see what you were like in person first, sir,” the officer replied nervously. “To be honest, the idea of hypnosis is a bit scary to me, because I don’t really know much about it. I wanted to see if you were a ‘normal’ guy and not some weirdo, if you will excuse me for saying so.” “No offence taken, Officer. The choice is yours, you know. “ I told him. “If you are interested, though, I can give you my telephone number and my address and we can arrange something at a time that is good for the both of us.” I looked him straight in the eyes and send the command, “You want me to hypnotize you, Officer. You trust me.” “Okay, then,” the officer replied as he blinked his eyes a few times, picked up and pocketed the scrape of paper with my address and telephone number on it. “I’ll give you a call in a day or so, and we can work something out. You know, after meeting you in person, I think I’m going to enjoy having you hypnotize me.” And with that the officer grinned at me and stood up to leave. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he strolled out of the Coffee Shop. “Nice ass,” I thought to myself. “Things are definitely, looking up.” THE END