"I'm Not Hypnotized!"
Story by limewah on SoFurry
Terry plays with one of his male wait-staff.
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“I’m Not Hypnotized!”
By Limewah
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If someone gives you a negative opinion about hypnosis, well, there’s two ways to process it.
If they say ‘I can’t be hypnotised’, they’re probably right. They won’t really be able to properly go under.
Now, if they say ‘hypnosis isn’t real’... different story. There’s a subtext of ‘prove me wrong’ or ‘change my mind’. They’re open to being convinced, even if they don’t realise it. Because they don’t really know what hypnosis actually is, what it feels like…
That just makes it even more fun to put him under.
Like this one cute, freckly twink I met at a hypno meetup. From some of the other regular tists, I knew Adam had a reputation going in, but… damn, if he wasn’t a huge flirt.
I do have a type when it comes to guys - the cute ones who’re clearly into a stocky guy like me. I could tell when he started talking to me that he was looking for an opportunity to get a hug, or maybe even get cuddled. I get it. They see someone with a barrel chest, and their thoughts go to falling asleep while snuggled up against it.
I knew he was going to say “I don’t believe in hypnosis, I think it’s a bunch’a nonsense.” I’d been ‘warned’ about him. It was his thing to play hard to get. He got zonked out pretty much every other week, but he kept insisting that it didn’t happen.
“What makes you think that?” I asked him. “Why’re you here if you don’t believe in it?”
“Because it means I get to take a nap,” Adam said with a giggle. “This ‘hypnosis’ thing? All it is is putting someone to sleep. Nothing more than that.”
“Uhuh.” I smiled down at him. Maybe he was into memory play, and this was his way of signalling it. “Wanna bet?”
“Maybe I do,” he said. God he was a flirt. If I wasn’t careful I was gonna get a serious crush.
“How about this,” I said, taking out my pocketwatch. His eyes were already drawn to it; I had just polished it, so its brass sheen was extra shiny tonight. “If I manage to put you under and give you some triggers that work while you’re awake, you have to come work for me.”
“Heh… really?” he said with a smirk. I could see him doing some mental calculus. He was considering it. I think he’d mentioned to someone or another that he was ‘between jobs’. Perhaps he was thinking to himself that he could just fake it to get some easy work.
More fool him. That was exactly what he needed to do to prime himself to go under.
With that groundwork laid, I palmed my pocketwatch, keeping it out of his sight just for now. His hazel eyes looked a little crestfallen for a moment.
“We’ll bring this out in a second,” I told him. “But first, I want you to just listen to my voice. We need to make sure you’re in a good state of focus and relaxation, otherwise this is definitely not gonna work.”
“Mmhm.”
“You can close your eyes if you like.”
He did so.
“And we’re gonna start by focusing on your eyes, in fact. You’re going to be using them a fair bit once the induction proper starts, so we’re going to make sure they’re relaxed…”
That was the trick. The induction had already started. But he didn’t need to realise that just yet.
“I want you to try and picture and focus in on the muscles around your eyes. The muscles in your eyelids, the muscles that move your eyes. It’s a weird feeling, I know, but see if you notice any muscles you haven’t noticed before… and let’s try and massage them. Wake them up. Relax them a bit…. Tense them a bit… try looking to the left, then the right, then the left again…”
And as I continued, I noticed this cute little thing he did. His face was relaxed, and focused. But every so often, his lips would twitch a little and his brow would knit in a little. Like he was trying to remember something. Or concentrate on something.
He was a natural.
“Concentrating on my words, letting the other worries and cares melt away, letting them fade to the back of your subconscious. They’re not important right now… try opening your eyes for me for a moment. Notice how much heavier they are?”
“Uh-huh…” his eyes flickered and fluttered open, very slowly. I slipped my arm around his shoulders, but not quite touching yet.
“Why do you think that is?”
“Uh… because I’ve been exercising ‘em…”
“Or because you’re a little hypnotised. Do you feel different?”
“Li’l bit…” he giggled.
“Well, if your state of consciousness has been altered, then you must be hypnotised, right?”
“N…nah, I couldn’t be…”
“Well then, do you want to watch the watch for a little bit, and see if that changes things a bit more? Maybe that’ll make you feel more like you’re being hypnotised.”
“Sure, let’s see-”
I had no intention of showing him my watch yet. I was going to drop him like a rock first.
I moved my fingers in front of his face suddenly, as though I was about to give him a slap on the forehead. I saw that telltale split second of shock.
“Sleep,” I said, firmly and sharply, snapping my fingers in front of his face.
His eyes crossed to look at the snapping fingers.
“Sleep,” I repeated, and his eyes fell closed, his jaw going slack as he slumped. I knew exactly where to bring him. My arm moved in to wrap around him and guide his face into my chest. “That’s it. Just let me take the weight, let yourself relax into my warm chest, and the more you relax, the better it feels. Falling deeper and deeper, now…. Wonderful. Great job…”
He sighed so contentedly. I could see a little saliva on my shirt already.
Easier than expected. Not that I minded. It was nice not having to fight too hard. I’d already bagged myself a cute new employee; I did need some more male wait staff, after all.
It was time to put the triggers in.
–
“And you’re absolutely, one hundred percent sure that it didn’t work?” I asked him.
“Yep, Terry,” Adam said, his eyes swinging back and forth to follow my pocketwatch. He’d been so well trained since the very beginning. If the watch was out, his gaze was glued to it. If he was too far away, he’d make a beeline. He simply couldn’t not look at it. And with that, of course, came his inability to think of anything else… or to resist my suggestions and commands.
“Then why’re you working for me now?”
“Uhh, because I feel like it?” Adam said. “Because capitalism insists that I work?”
“Heh… well, I had to give you the job, didn’t I? So how, then~”
“I just impressed you at the interview, I guess.”
“What interview?” I dangled the watch closer to his eyes, loving how they rolled up and crossed together.
“You know, the….th’interview where I…uh….what was I…”
“Sleep.” I snapped him down into trance again as I palmed the watch, and he sank into the couch, and into me.
It was fun interrogating him during these little performance reviews.
“Hypnosis isn’t real,” I reminded him. “You aren’t hypnotised. There’s absolutely no way you’re doing this under any influence.”
“Mmnhnnhm…” Adam nodded, smiling a lopsided, horny grin. I’d managed to figure out exactly the right things to say that got him going. I could feel his hardening dick against my thigh as we cuddled. Now that I understood how to play his game, I knew how to win it. What to say to really push his buttons and turn him into a horny mess.
“You’re just my sex slave, right?” I said, twirling my fingers through his walnut-coloured bangs. “You’re doing this for the love of the game.”
“Nhnhm…” he humped against my leg a little, clearly uncomfortably horny and straining against his skirt(he insisted on wearing that like the other girls).
“That’s why, when I snap my fingers, you’re going to open your eyes and do every little thing I say. Not because you’re hypnotised, but because you’re my slave. Right?”
“Riiight…” he sighed contentedly.
No need for a countdown - he was still going to be neck-deep in trance for a while. I snapped my fingers at his ear, and he twitched and groaned like someone’d just put their dick in him.
“Ahnnh…” he moaned and nuzzled into my chest, draping his arms over my stomach and giving me a lazy hug.
“Up and at ‘em, slave-boy,” I said.
“But you’re so waaaarm, Master…”
“Do as I say, now.” I said. “Don’t disobey me again…”
“Nnnh, yes Master,” he said, sitting up and looking down at me. Such love and lust in his blank eyes.
I was getting pretty hard, too.
“Grind on me,” I said.
“Oh~” he noticed that bulge and plopped his thick little butt against it, all hundred-n-something pounds of him pressing down. “Yes, Master, whatever you want~”
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath that skirt.
Fuck, he was good. The way his voice got a little higher and breathier when he was in that submissive headspace… making himself seem more feminine just for me. He understood how to push my buttons just as much as I did for him.
“You know what to do next,” I said. “Actually, first, hold this for me.”
I let the pocketwatch swing, and guided it to his hand, letting it loop around his knuckles until he held it securely. I had to guide him to lift his hand up above his head.
“Why’m I holding this?” Adam asked.
“Because I asked you too, silly.”
“You’re trying to hypnotise me, Master. Aren’t you? You know that’s not gonna work!”
“Just humour me.”
“Yes, Master, if you say so~”
While I watched him bring himself deeper, I set about fishing my cock out. Letting it press between his warm cheeks, and I rubbed against warm firm silicone.
“Oh, you kept your toy in? Good slave.”
“Huh…?” Adam was so focused on the watch, that he barely made a sound when I yanked his plug free, and guided my cock into his still-slick hole
“Ahhh… M-master…” he sighed contentedly.
“Good girl,” I said, letting both my free hands slide up his skirt to either side of his ass. Keeping him braced as I bounced him.
He barely registered it. All his attention was on the watch, even as his eyelids began to flicker.
“You’re getting hypnotised, I think,” I teased him as I kept bucking.
“There’s no way this is gonna make me… f-fuh… fall asleep…” he practically was snoring sitting up.
“I know…” I said. “You’re not gonna cum for me because you’re hypnotised, you’re gonna cum for me because you want to obey.”
“R…right…” he said, his head lolling to the side a little, his hand starting to slacken. I had to reach up and catch the watch before it fell onto my stomach. As soon as it was out of sight, he visibly sagged and his eyes fell closed. “Nnmnaster…!”
“Cum for me, please.” I said.
His back arched and he cried out. I grasped his cock and aimed it so it wouldn’t get on me - all of it was going straight into that skirt. I loved watching that dark stain spread from underneath the fabric… it was enough to get me off every single time.
Speaking of which… it was time for me to fill him up. Once again, he barely even registered it. Just gasping and whining and moaning little breathy “master”s now and again was about all he could focus on. My watch had a way about turning him happily oblivious. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As he collapsed down onto me, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged tight. He melted into me as I stroked his smooth back.
“So, did you get hypnotised?” I asked. “Or did I fail again?”
“D…didn’t work…” he murmured, giggling to himself like he was keeping a secret.
Of course, it was our little secret. I laughed along with him.
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