The following story contains fictional accounts of hypnosis/mind control and m/m fantasies. If such subjects offend you or you are under 18 do not read any further.
The party was in full swing by the time Steve and Rick arrived. More
than twenty guys stood around chatting in Donnie's living room. As the two
men surveyed the scene, Rick said nervously, "Well, this is the test."
"Ease up," Steve laughed, giving Rick a reassuring smile. "You're going
to do fine."
"But parties are my downfall, man. I always want a smoke with a beer."
Rick pointed at a haze of cigarette smoke that hovered over the room. "It's
gonna be too easy to bum one."
Steve placed a hand on Rick's shoulder and squeezed. Rick blinked and
looked directly into Steve's eyes. Steve's voice was firm and confident.
"No smoke," he said simply.
At those word, Rick straightened, squaring his shoulders while taking a
deep breath. "No smoke," he responded. "I really don't want a cigarette."
"Good man." Steve's voice was friendly and encouraging again. "You're
gonna be fine. You're gonna have a great time tonight. The best time you
ever had at a party. No smoke and lots of fun."
"Thanks, buddy," Rick smiled. "Let me buy you a beer!"
"Kitchen's that way." Steve pointed across the room. "I'm gonna find
Donnie."
Rick moaned. "I may be a few minutes," he said as he headed off for
the refreshments.
Steve smiled as he watched Rick walk away, nodding to himself. His
roommate was going to do just fine tonight. No cigarettes in that man's
future. And plenty of fun. Yes, plenty of fun.
His reverie was broken as Donnie, their host, stepped up and offered a
quick kiss. "Good to see you tonight," Donnie said quietly. "You're looking
good. And our boy Ricky looks very fine indeed. Everything cool?"
Steve smiled. "Everything cool."
Steve didn't know why Rick was so down on Donnie. At 6'3" he was taller
than most guys in the room, and Donnie had a magnetism that usually gave him
the pick of any group of men. Very muscular, with dark olive skin, Donnie
possessed an outgoing personality, a charming smile and a classically
masculine face. He was also a sexual powerhouse, and Steve knew from
experience that he could keep the excitement going for hours.
Steve also wasn't sure why Rick had gotten under Donnie's skin so badly.
Steve knew that if he had all the assets Donnie had, he would never worry
about one guy who turned him down. Still, Rick had an innocent charm and a
shy smile that had broken more than a few hearts in guys who didn't
understand why he got nervous and backed off when they came on strong. His
clean, blonde good looks had won him a nickname that Steve was sure Rick
didn't know about. Guys called him "Iceman," because he never seemed to get
heated up. What Steve did know was that Rick wanted to be wild. They'd jerked off
together as Steve regaled Rick with stories of his own hot times, and Rick
had responded with fantasies of his own about orgies full of men. Something
deep within Rick just always seemed to get in the way.
"When do we start?" Donnie asked.
"Be patient," Steve smiled. "Let him get comfortable and relax awhile.
Don't worry about a thing.
Two hours later, Steve found Rick sitting out on the patio, talking to a
guy he'd never seen before. The stranger, a light-skinned black man with a
lanky body was puffing on a cigarette. Only mildly concerned, Steve walked
over and stood behind Rick, resting a hand on his roommate's shoulder and
giving it a squeeze.
Rick turned and looked up at him with a smile. "Thanks, man, but I'm
cool. No smoke. No desire for a smoke. I was just telling Paul here how
you helped me out."
"Hypnosis, huh?" Paul sounded skeptical, but his eyes flicked to the
butt between his fingers.
"Yeah, " Rick went on enthusiastically. "Steve learned it as part of
his psychology training. We worked at it every day for six weeks, then
stopped. Tonight's a week since our last session and I am doing great!"
A week since the last no-smoking session, Steve corrected mentally.
Weeks before he had implanted the suggestion that Rick would not remember
their work together unless he was specifically instructed to. The
extra-sessions on removing whatever it was that made Rick the Icemanincluding
the half-hour spent just before the partywere lost to Rick's memory.
"Rick's come a long way," Steve said happily. "He feels better, he
looks great, and he's having a great time, aren't you, partyboy?"
At his use of the trigger word, Steve gave Rick's shoulder another firm
squeeze. The word and the touch had to be simultaneous. Steve's smile
deepened as he heard Rick give the acknowledgment response he had implanted.
"Fuck yeah," Rick said happily. "I am so horny I just wanna chow down
on some cock right now."
Paul sat straight up in his chair.
Oh, this was good, Steve thought. At the use of the word partyboy, Rick
was supposed to express his most immediate sexual desire and think nothing
strange about it. Steve spoke confidently when he said, "Sex is good, Rick. I
bet Paul thinks so."
"Yeah," Rick said eagerly, "I'd love to suck Paul off right now."
Paul's eyes darted from Rick to Steve to Rick again. "You serious man?"
He smiled nervously.
"Sure he is," Steve replied. "Rick's a partyboy." Squeeze. "He knows
how to go for it."
Another squeeze and Rick was sliding from his chair, forward onto his
knees and undoing Paul's pants. Steve grinned as he watched Rick pull Paul's
semihard cock out and begin massaging it. Paul had a long, skinny dick with
bulbous head, which Rick gave a long sloppy lick. Paul's head rolled back
with a smile on his face.
Steve stood massaging his own cock through his pants for a minute and
then turned. Time to find Donnie.
By the time Steve and Donnie had returned to the patio, other men had
found the action. Rick had his face buried in the ass of a kid who looked
barely old enough to drink, while Paul was bent over the back of one of the
chairs, his mouth impaled by the cock of a smooth bodied, beefy platinum
blonde, his ass being rammed by a muscular skinhead covered in tattoos.
"Hey," said Donnie. "I thought Ricky was all for me tonight."
"Relax," Steve replied, putting an arm around Donnie's shoulder. "The
one thing Ricky won't do is cum without instruction. He can play for a long
time and you can still get everything you want. Besides, it's fun to watch
isn't it?"
"Hell yes," Donnie said. "Look at him!"
Rick had pulled back from the kid's ass and was now standing up, pulling
on his erect cock, lubing it up with spit. "Come on, man," the kid rasped,
"stuff it in me!"
Rick guided his cock forward and speared it into the boy's ass. As the
kid thrashed, Rick grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his head back,
grunting as he thrust his hips forward.
"I thought you fixed this so Ricky would bottom for me," Donnie said
quietly.
"No," Steve said. "I planted a suggestion that would remove the
inhibitions that kept him from doing what he wanted. Rick isn't my slave,
Donnie. He's just gonna go after whatever turns him on."
Steve's right hand massaged his cock once more. "Rick's gonna wear that
kid out soon. He'll never shoot until I tell him. Makes me pretty fuckin
horny, Donnie. Make you horny?"
Donnie nodded, his eyes fixed on Rick's ass as it tensed with each
thrust.
With great satisfaction, Steve went on. "You always get horny, Donnie.
You're such a nasty top." And with the phrase nasty top Steve squeezed
Donnie's shoulder firmly.
"Fuck yeah," Donnie replied, giving the same response as Rick. The same
response Steve had implanted in Donnie's mind nearly a year before when
Donnie had come to him, looking to increase his motivation at the gym.
"Turn around and look at me, Donnie," Steve said.
Donnie turned slowly, his eyes looking down at Steve, his tongue
moistening his lips.
"Make me your cockwhore, Donnie, you nasty top." Two more squeezes.
A sneer spread across Donnie's face and he grabbed the hand Steve had
planted on his shoulder. Quickly, he twisted the hand away, whipping Steve
around, pulling Steve's arm behind his back, pushing upward and forcing his
hypnotist to his toes.
Steve felt Donnie's hot breath on his ear as Donnie growled, "Want it
rough?"
Sheer excitement took his voice away. Steve nodded vigorously.
Donnie bit Steve's ear, hard.
"Say it, Stevie, say it," Donnie ordered.
"Use me, fucker," Steve managed to gasp back. "Use me."
Donnie released his hold on Steve's arm, but even as the smaller man
relaxed, settling back down on his feet, Donnie was turning him around and
with a powerful hand on his shoulders, pushing him to his knees. The hand
moved from Steve's shoulder to his mouth as Donnie forced two fingers in,
shoving them deep into Steve's mouth. Steve felt himself wanting to gag, but
his throat relaxed as he willed ita benefit of his own self-hypnosis. He
found himself staring up the length of Donnie' hard, muscular arm, then
beyond, into the eyes of a man who would have no inhibition about taking
advantage of his need to serve.
A cute Asian guy Steve recognized from Donnie's gym crowd was watching
the pair of them, transfixed. Without a word, Donnie grabbed the guy behind
the head and pulled his mouth to his chest. Hungrily, the guy began chewing
on Donnie's nipple through his t-shirt.
"Harder," Donnie barked, grinding the guy's face into his big chest.
Steve reached up and began fondling Donnie's cock through his jeans.
Donnie whipped his hand out of Steve's mouth and slapped him.
"Hungry, bitch?"
Donnie laughed as Steve whimpered. He reached over, undid the top
button of the Asian dude's pants and yanked them down, nearly to his knees.
Donnie's titsucker was nearly erect already. Donnie grabbed the cock and
squeezed. Its owner's moan was muffled by his mouthful of Donnie's chest.
"Suck this meat, bitch," Donnie told Steve.
On his knees, Steve leaned forward to suck the cock into his mouth. He
gasped as he felt Donnie grab his shirt near the collar and pull. Buttons
popped open as the shirt came free around Steve's chest and Donnie used the
shirt to pull Steve upward. His mouth wrapped around the cock Donnie had
ordered him to suck. Steve felt himself nearly hanging in the air, his
shoulders still trapped in the shirt. He struggled to free on arm, then the
other, still obeying Donnie's commands.
The Asian guy stiffened and started to pull away. He must be close to
cumming, Steve thought. He heard Donnie say something and the guy pulled his
cock out. Disappointed, Steve looked up just as both Donnie and the other
man spit on his face. Steve tried to lick off the spit that landed on his
upper lip, but Donnie grabbed his chin and pulled his jaw all the way open.
With his other hand, he slapped the Asian dude's cock against Steve's
spit-slicked face. Steve moaned as the guy began to shoot, his cum flying
everywhere as Donnie beat the spasming meat against Steve's nose and cheeks.
"Fucking whore," Donnie said, letting go of the spurting cock. He
smeared his hand through the cum on Steve's face. "Lick it off."
Hungrily, Steve's tongue lapped out...
Another two hours passed, and nearly all the men at the party had gotten
in on the action. Naked, Steve crouched on the patio cement, sperm from a
kid with a gymnast's body running down his face. The kid had shot a huge
load all over Steve as Donnie reamed his ass with his silky huge cock. Steve
had heard the kid's guttural moans of pleasure, though they had been muffled
by the fact that Rick's meat had been buried in his throat at the time.
The kid was grabbing up his clothes now, somewhat wobbly from the sexual
high he was still riding. Inside, a few voices said that not everyone had
split after climaxing, but on the patio, only Steve, Donnie and Rick
remained. Steve was in heaven. He could barely remember all the things
that Donnie had ordered him to do, but he had done them gladly. In the midst
of enhanced domination, Donnie was a creative and truly nasty top. But like
Rick, Donnie was unable to cum until Steve ordered his release. That had
been a disappointment to many of the others who Donnie had used tonight, but
Steve had been waiting until this moment, when only the three of them
remained.
Donnie at last seemed to be getting what he wanted. Rick's mouth was
suctioning one of his tits while a hand was gripped tightly around the big
man's balls. Steve stood up, stretching his legs, which were stiff from so
long a crouch. He rested a hand on Donnie's shoulder, squeezed, and said,
"Relax." Quickly, he repeated the steps with Rick.
It was amazing to see the two men standing there, quietly, their cock's
rock hard. Waiting.
Steve looked into Rick's eyes. "Rick," he said firmly. "Are you having
fun?"
An easy smile spread across Rick's face. "Amazing," he said softly.
"Good," Steve said. "Rick, you get a choice. Where do you want to shoot
your load?"
"I wanna see you eat it, man. I love the look on your face." Rick
leaned forward and kissed Steve passionately.
"Cool," Steve said. "When I say go, I want you to feed me your cock.
You can cum as soon as you are ready, buddy. Now Relax."
As Rick relaxed again, Steve turned to Donnie and spoke his name. "When
I say go, you're going to grab my ass and fuck it. You're gonna fuck it
hard, Donnie, hard and nasty. And after you see Rick shoot his load, you're
going to be able to cum. Okay?"
Donnie nodded.
"Alright," Steve thought and he said. "Go."
Steve was unprepared for the speed with which Donnie grabbed his ass
with both hands and dragged him backward toward a picnic table. "Alright,
boy," Donnie barked, "Get up on that table and show me your hungry hole."
Steve practically threw himself onto his back atop the table, spreading
his legs wide, his eyes fixed on Donnie's thick eight inches. He barely
noticed that Rick had moved around to stand behind him until his roommate
leaned forward and spoke into his ear.
"Come on, buddy. Suck on my cock and get me off."
Steve let his head fall back, his vision filling with the image of
Rick's cock and above it his smoothly muscled body. Though more slender than
Donnie's cock, Rick's was longer by nearly an inch, and as it slid into his
mouth and down his throat Steve was amazed that he had never tasted Rick's
meat until now.
It was all Steve could do not to bellow as, with a single thrust, Donnie
penetrated his ass. Immediately he withdrew and thrust in again, all the
way. Steve bucked his hips, trying to raise is ass to allow Donnie deeper
penetration. He felt Donnie grab his nipples and squeeze, and as he
shuddered with excitement, he was dimly aware of the gravely sound of
Donnie's voice calling him a pig.
Steve lost himself in the alternating sensations of the two cocks within
him, until with a terrible sense of loss, he felt Rick withdraw from his
throat. Then suddenly he felt his faced showered with warm, silky liquid as
Rick blew his load.
Steve's ass was lifted off the table completely the next moment as
Donnie drove into him with astonishing force. Steve shook as he felt the
spasms of Donnie's cock deep within in him again and again until the big man
collapsed forward on top of him, his dick still buried in Steve's ass.
Sunlight was stretching across Donnie's yard when Steve finally woke up.
His body ached and every inch of it seemed coated in dried cum. At a sound,
he raised his head up from the table, then smiled.
No longer under the commands that Steve had implanted, Donnie was awake,
but not exactly up. Bent over the back of same chair Rick had used so often
the night before, Donnie was moaning as Rick stood behind him and fingered
his muscular ass.
Rick saw that Steve had awakened and flashed him a happy grin.
"Great party last night," Rick said. "And as my thank you, buddy, you
can be next."
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