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“That’s not me!”

By Limewah

Patron Reward for KyleWtB (April 2023)

18+

Adam was staring very intently at the bouncing, moaning twink on Terry’s phone screen. Terry loomed over him, sitting on the desk, holding the phone at eye level. He was primarily watching his employee’s reaction. Adam kept nervously stroking at his brown bangs, tucking them behind his ear.

Terry had a grin on his red-bearded face. He was waiting for Adam to finally admit he had been deep in trance.

“Doesn’t he look exactly like you?” Terry cajoled.

Adam scoff-laughed in response, even though he was sitting in his chair with the shame of a child who’d just broken a window. He gestured and sputtered for a moment before he found his words.

“He’s wearing a mask! C’mon, who do you think you’re fooling? That’s absolutely not me.”

It was true, the ‘star’ of the video was wearing a smiley-face mask that hid their features away.

They bounced on the bright pink sex toy, absolutely glistening with a thick sheen of lube. Their body looked like it had been oiled up, and it was almost as shiny. As they bounced, their dick swung around and around in an almost hypnotic spiral of its own

“He’s got your body type, though,” Terry said. “He’s gotta be you…”

“Come on. There’re plenty of twinks with bodies like that. Terry, seriously, you can admit you’re fuckin’ around with other boys, I’m not jealous!”

“I am, but this is absolutely you. I’m telling you.”

Adam was still playing dumb, smiling very defensively and failing to hide the stiffening in his booty-shorts. Terry could never really tell if he was being serious or not. The hypnotic amnesia thing was a fun idea in theory, but he was never quite sure if it worked in practice, or if they were just going along with it because it was hot. Adam had a very good poker face - when he wasn’t hypnotised, that is.

Adam’s arms were crossed as he stared at the phone screen and listened to the loud moans through the phone’s tiny speakers. They were loud enough to make the audio peak a little, and Adam winced.

“You’re gonna blow the speakers out,” he said with a dismissive laugh.

“Just… keep watching, ok?” Terry rolled his eyes.

His voice piped through on the recording.

“Adam?”

“Nnhnh…?” the masked twink’s head lolled upwards.

“Take off the mask, please.”

“Mnhnhn…” he nodded slowly and reached behind his head to undo the strap. Once it was undone, the mask fell away. As it did, Adam caught a glimpse of the massive dildo stuck inside it, free of the femboy’s mouth.

“There. Same hair colour, same lips, same freckles. I told you.”

“B-buh…” Adam sputtered, lost for words, and a good deal more transfixed. “That’s, I mean… maybe it’s a deepfake, rewind it for a second!”

“Nope. Keep watching.”

“What’s on your mind?” Terry’s voice asked from off camera.

“Nothing at all…” Adam’s unmistakable gasped moan was quite loud; he didn’t have good volume control, especially when his inhibitions were gone.

“C’mooon, there’s gotta be something. Keep bouncing on that cock and you’ll figure it out.”

“Yes, Master…!” Adam mewled with pleasure and got right back to work. “Ahh.. y-yes yes! I love bouncing on cocks, I love getting spread wide, I love having a filled hole, I love being a hypnotised little fagtoy~!”

“Ooooh. You wanna call yourself that?”

“Yes, Master! Yes, Master, I love being a fagtoy…”

“Good boy. Goood toy.”

The camera moved in closer as Adam ground himself into the toy, his dick throbbing and squirting out a little dollop of pre-cum, joining a puddle of shining fluid on the floor just beneath him. The viewpoint moved right up close to Adam’s face, and as his eyes rolled down from under his eyelids, they began to swing left and right at something just behind the camera. His already glazed pupils dilated and transformed into spirals as the hypnotic focus took effect on him. His lips curled into a dopey smile and his tongue lolled free from his mouth.

“Ahhhahahhaha…” his eyes went crossed, his head leaning to one side, not a hint of intelligence behind his eyes.

“How’re you feeling now?” Terry’s voice asked from off camera.

“Ahhhaha… no brain,” Adam gurgled and giggled. “No brain fagtoy!”

“That’s the spirit. Cum.”

Adam’s smile evaporated as he let out a series of almost-pained gasps, eyes rolling upwards and his body twitching. The camera swung down to catch the first cum-shot, just barely missing the cameraman’s slacks and shoes - Terry’s of course.

The cries turned into sighs and giggles and whimpers. They were soft, but the camera phone’s speaker was close enough to pick them up, a soothing gentle metronomic rhythm as the orgasm petered out.

The camera veered up one last time to show Adam’s smiling, contented face. His eyelids had almost closed, just a hint of white visible through knife-thin slits.

“Good boy,” Terry said. “You feel good?”

“Fagtoy feels good…”

“Heh. You love calling yourself that.”

A belt jingled and a zipper opened. The tip of a cock slowly came into view.

“Wanna treat for being such a good boy?”

“Uh-huh~!” the response was almost childish. Adam took the cock into his mouth and suckled loudly and lewdly, bumping into the camera as he throated the meat.

“Oop!” Terry laughed, pulling the camera up so it was above Adam’s head. It remained still from there - well, as still as it could when the cameraman was getting his dick smothered in a warm wet prison. “There we go…”

The video continued like this, focusing on Adam’s dick-sucking prowess, until it came to a sudden stop while Adam was pulling back up. A circular arrow was super imposed over Adam’s dizzy eyes and distended mouth.

“Welp, that’s the whole thing. I finished up a bit later. You can still taste me in my mouth, if you try hard enough…”

Terry watched Adam’s face as he stared at the video. The freckly boy’s pupils were dilated. His face was stony, serious, and focused, but Terry could see the telltale movement of his tongue, exploring his mouth. A surefire sign that he was turned the fuck on.

“I think I saw some bits where the face was sliding,” he said, stiffly. “R-roll it back, let’s watch it again. I’ll point them out for you…”

“C’mon,” Terry said with a chuckle, palming his phone and placing a hand on Adam’s shoulder. “It’s okay to admit it. You don’t have to play it coy all the time, do you?

“I’m telling you.” Adam looked strangely annoyed, more so than he usually did when he was playing hard-to-get. “It’s not me, I didn’t g-get hypnotised, end of.”

“Well, do you want to be? After seeing that? Doesn’t this Adam look like he’s having fun?”

“Mm. I mean… y-yeah. He does.” That seemed to deflate the tension, making the little twink squirm under the admission that he did enjoy himself - a lot. Admitting it would be the first step to drawing deep - really deep. Terry could see it in his male employee’s eyes. He wanted it.

Poor guy. Terry had always assumed Adam was lying and teasing when he claimed he wasn’t hypnotised. Maybe he just… didn’t remember. And he wanted to remember being in trance so badly, but just could never quite crack it. There was distinct envy in his eyes, envy for a past self he never knew existed. His face was getting a little red too, like he was on the verge of getting angry. At Terry, at himself… who knew?

Terry could tell that a mild existential crisis might be coming. Best to nip it in the bud.

“Tell you what. Let’s put it out of your mind for now,” Terry said, swiping his finger along the screen and switching over to another video.

As soon as Adam saw the swirling red spiral, it was like someone hit his off switch. His creased face relaxed completely, his eyelids drooped, and he draped forward, staring at the screen with a dopey, placid expression.

“Unh-” he croaked. Whatever he was going to say, it was gone. The red glow of the screen bathed his face, and he sighed softly. His shoulders slumped inwards and his arms dangled like curtains being blown in a breeze.

“Can you read the words on the screen for me?” Terry asked gently.

Adam never could really speak clearly when he was in this particular phase of a trance. He peered, and his slack lips moved, but only little monosyllabic grunts came out. He was trying his best. Soon he’d be nice and perky. He moved the screen back and forth for a little, finding no need to speak. The colours could do the trick for him. A telltale smile began to pull Adam’s lips up, as he sighed out the words with a little more volume and gusto.

“There we go,” Terry cooed gently, stroking the back of the boy’s head. “As you chant those words, those worries and cares go bye-bye, don’t they little toy?”

“Sink… drift… blank…”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Toy… good.. ‘Bedien…t…”

“That’s the spirit. The more clearly you speak, the truer they become. You know the drill. Just keep it up, and all those worries and fears will be gone before long.”

“Yes Master…”

“We’re going to see if everything sticks this time, okay?” Terry continued to stroke, long and slow, from his scalp down to the back of his neck. Each stroke was slow and sensual, taking a few seconds to reach the bottom. “We’ll take our time. Work through each bit of programming and conditioning. You’ll do your best to remember it. The feeling in your head, your shoulders, your chest and stomach… and you’ll-”

“Nnhn… cock?” Adam piped up.

Terry smiled. “Yes, your cock too. Of course. Do you wanna rub it for me?”

“Yes Master!”

Literally a second later, Adam was pumping and humping into his wrist, bending forward to stare closer at the screen. His eyes were flicking from side to side, spiralling away as he mumbled out the writing on the screen.

“Concentrate on this feeling,” Terry continued. “How good your cock feels. How nice the colours are. How wonderful they make you feel. Working from your head, all the way down to the tips of your toes. And when you get to the bottom, you’ll have Master’s permission to cum.”

“Yes Master,” Adam gasped, looking even more intently at the screen with a scrunched-up brow. It was obvious he was trying his hardest to lock those sensations into his psyche.

“The spiral isn’t a distraction, it’s an anchor. Use the spiral to help you commit this, all of this, to memory. Just allow it to seep into your mind and your soul.”

Terry slowly placed the phone down on the edge of the desk, flicking the kickstand on the case back so it could rest. Adam stared at it quietly, no longer mumbling along, focused on his task of ingraining the trance.

That allowed Terry to find the thick sex toy from last time. He’d kept the big, flared dick close by, planning to re-create what they’d done in the video. And that was on the cards. He lubed it up slowly, watching his boy-toy stare and twitch with that beautiful mix of dazedness and concentration.

He approached the boy, and lifted the screen up again, high over Adam’s head. The boy sluggishly stood, still following it with a craned neck.

Terry laid a little towel on the chair - had to make sure the upholstery stayed clean after all. Then, he placed the toy on it, before gently pulling Adam’s shorts down and guiding him backwards.

“Nice and slow,” he said. “Relax. How far along are you?”

“Cock.. a-aass…!” He sharply inhaled as he felt the familiar prodding against his already-relaxed pucker. “Yesss… fagtoy ass, fagtoy cock!”

Adam impaled himself on the dildo. The shift was almost immediate. The enthusiasm was just the same as it was in the video.

“Shhhhh,” Terry said. “Quiet, people’re gonna hear…”

“Sorry Master, fagtoy’s so loud!” Adam was gasping and moaning, grinding himself to and fro. “Fagtoy just l-loves…”

“It’s okay,” Terry said, taking the phone away from Adam’s field of vision. “Just let it out. I know how to keep your volume down.”

Adam mewled as Terry’s lips pressed to his, the hypnotist’s tongue invading his toy’s mouth. Still bouncing and grinding until the toy was well and truly hilted inside him, leaving a bulge just under his navel. They kissed for a while, grinding together and moaning together.

Terry had a raging hard-on now. But he wanted to make sure Adam got the focus.

“D…done,” Adam groaned, trying to pull away for air. “D-did my toes…”

“Great,” Terry breathed against his mouth. “No cumming just yet… I wanna make sure we get it on camera.”

“Yes, Master…”

Terry fished out his cock, sat up on the desk, and guided Adam’s hungry mouth towards it.

“Wait right here,” he said, just when he could feel the twink’s hot breath on his meat.

He took out his phone, and he started to film a new video.

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