Russian Porn (hypno)

Copyright © 2014 Derek Williams. All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

It had been a long day. By the time I dragged my ass through the door it was almost eight.

I wasn't looking forward to the essay I had due tomorrow.

My laptop was wide open on my desk. I always shut the lid before I left for school. Probably my roommate screwing around with it.

"Dude, were you fucking around with my laptop?" I shouted to my Greg, my roommate. He's got to get his computer fixed, or at least learn how to look at porn on his phone. I'm cool with gay dudes, but I hated finding that shit in my history.

"Yeah dude, sorry, I was downloading a movie off this Russian website," he called back from the front room.

Great. There's nothing like scraping Russian porn viruses off your hard drive all weekend.

Whatever. I practically lived here for free, which certainly made it worth putting up with Greg's quirks. It's a little evil, but when I'd looked at the room, I picked up that Greg was into my body, and it had been easy to talk him into renting me the spare room for only a couple hundred bucks.

It was a sweet deal, and I wanted to keep it going. That's why I walk around without a shirt occasionally. It's not like I'm an exhibitionist or anything. I just like leading him on a little, making sure he's motivated to keep my rent cheap. Plus, I'd just prefer he got a good look when I didn't have some chick over.

I always wear baggy pants though. I don't want him checking out my butt.

I was about to fire up my antivirus when a window popped up. It was some sort of hypnosis bullshit. The kind of stuff they advertise to help you quit smoking. Fuck that, I like smoking.

There was a spiral in the ad, like some low budget B-movie effect. It was kitschy, and pretty lame, but there was something fascinating about it. Something relaxing. I mean, I really should have been doing my homework or fucking around on tinder, but instead I felt totally okay if I just sat and watched the spiral for a while.

Every so often it flickered, like my graphics card was bugging out, but that didn't bother me. It was a good spiral. I felt so relaxed, just sitting and watching it. Ten, deeper and deeper. The shifting colours made it fascinating and enjoyable. Six, deeper and deeper. I shouldn't slump in my chair so much, but it wouldn't hurt for now. Two, deeper and deeper. Almost there? My head was nodding. Maybe I needed a nap.

Sleep.

I must have dozed off in my computer chair, 'cause about twenty minutes later I woke up feeling a little disoriented. Weird, normally tired this early. I'm actually kind of a night person.

Y'know what, fuck homework, I could afford to spend a little time on myself. I thought about watching some action movie trailers, so I pulled up YouTube and typed in… huh, I don't remember. But some techno remix came up, so I hit play and bobbed my head to the steady beat.

I'm not usually into techno, but this was good shit. Pretty soon I was air drumming along, really grooving along with it. The fractals on the video were synced up really nicely. I clicked around a couple of other websites, but eventually I stopped resisting the music.

That power nap must have done me good. I was pumped up, full of energy. A couple minutes into the techno track I jumped up and started dancing around my room. I got pretty warm, so I peeled off my shirt and jeans and just spent a few minutes dancing around in my boxers.

When the song finished, I went to put on another one and laughed. The little light on my webcam was on. Whoops! Glad I wasn't recording or anything.

I put on a a few more tracks while I danced around and did a little cleaning. I started sorting through old clothes in my closet. I'd never noticed before, but most of my clothes were really lame. All baggy and uncomfortable. I worked out a lot, and I wasn't a slouch in the genetics department, so I wasn't sure why I covered up so damn much.

After I finished clearing out my closet, I felt so much more relaxed. I'd have to go shopping the next day, I'd only left myself an old pair of jeans from before I really started squatting, a couple of jocks I still had from high school, and a couple striped brotanks I tended to wear to the beach. Everything else was packed into boxes, ready to go to charity.

I squeezed into the jeans and sat back down at my computer. Probably time to get down to homework.

I fucked around online for a few more minutes, watching some more techno and a couple other videos from the same channel. At some point, I filled out this survey I found, asking all about me. I even gave them my contact info for a prize at the end. Anything to avoid working on this essay.

About the time I finally fired up Word, my cell rang.

"Is this Tony?" said an unfamiliar voice at the end of the line. It was accented, like the guy was from somewhere that used to be Soviet.

"Yeah," I said. "Who's this?"

"This is your Master, Tony. I am glad I found you."

"Yes sir," I responded. "I'm happy you found me too."

Who the hell was this guy? And how did some dude figure he'd get off calling himself my Master?

"I called because I wanted to chat about some of your survey responses," said Master.

"Yes sir. I'm happy to answer any questions." I answered. It was weird that this man called himself my Master, but not that weird. I realized I was telling the truth, I'd answer any question he wanted.

"You look happy," said Master. I noticed the light on my webcam. He must have been watching me somehow. Instead of being creeped out, I felt a little warm that someone cared about how I was feeling.

"So you're a prize specimen Tony," said Master. "200lbs, excellent muscle tone, everything I look for. But there are a few things that have me concerned. First of all, you put down in your survey that you're very hairy?"

"Yes sir," I said. "I have a lot of Italian blood in me, and I guess that's part of it."

"You're going to need to get that waxed," Master told me.

"Yes sir."

"All of it. I don't want you to have any hair below your eyebrows."

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Good boy," he said. My ears rang with Master's praise. "Now tomorrow, when you go shopping, I want you to buy lots of very deep v-necks. I think that will look good with your bare chest."

"Yes sir, the deeper the better."

"That's right boy. And you should get a new pair of shoes too. Leather motorcycle boots. And get some newer ass-hugging jeans. I like what you're wearing, but they're too ragged. You need to look sharp if you're going to tempt other men."

"Yes sir. May I ask a question?"

"What is it boy?" Master gave me permission.

"What do you mean tempt other men?"

"Right," said Master, for the first time sounding less than totally confident. "That's the next thing I wanted to bring up. Why does your questionnaire say that you're straight?"

"Because I am sir!"

"Then why were you on the gay porn site? It's the only place you could have encountered my program."

"I wasn't sir. My roommate sometimes uses my computer, and he's gay sir."

"Hmm," said Master. He seemed to pause and consider for endless seconds. "Well, I guess we have a two-for-one deal. Tell me, is your roommate as built as you?"

"No sir," I said, a little ashamed, "Greg isn't in bad shape, but he doesn't exercise. I've asked him to go to the gym with me and he doesn't want to. He says he gets embarrassed in the locker room."

"Well then, that might change. I was just going to have you do cam work, but there's potential for some real content here."

"Yes sir," I said. "Do you mean porn?"

"Yes," said Master.

"If that's what you wish Master, I'll… I'll happily do porn."

"With Greg," he said.

I hesitated for a moment. Then I realized that my Master had given me an order. Obviously I would obey.

"I'll happily do porn with Greg," I said.

"Of course you will," said Master. "For now though, we have to subjugate him. Is my spinner visible on your monitor?"

I looked at my computer. Surprisingly, the spinner was still running in the corner of the screen. I thought I'd closed that hours ago.

"Yes sir," I said. "It's small, but it's there."

"Good," said Master. "I want you to call Greg in and ask him to look at your computer. Make up a reason he'll believe. Once he sees it, my program will do the rest."

"Yes sir. Right away sir."

"I'll be in touch," said Master. He hung up the phone.

I put my phone down on the desk and maximized the spinner program. "Hey Greg," I called without a moments hesitation, knowing full well the gift I was giving, "Come in here, this cat gif is fuckin' hilarious."

"Is it the one where he falls off the counter?" Greg yelled back.

"No, it's new, come check it out."

"The one with the dog?"

"Fuck you man," I laughed. "Haul your fat ass in here and look."

I heard Greg grunt as he lifted himself off the couch. "Hey, fuck you buddy…" he said, his sentence cut short when he realized that I was shirtless.

"Damn Tony, that's a hell of a fashion choice for you." He was standing back, a little apprehensive about coming any closer, now that he could see the way I was dressed. Sure, he'd scoped me out before, but I don't think he'd ever seen me in anything this revealing.

"Yeah," I said. "Look man, you gotta see this." I swivelled my monitor and exposed him to the spinner.

"Dude, that's not a…. huh… what's the…" his speech slurred. His focus quickly collapsed into the spinner.

I stood up and guided his ass right into my chair, making sure that I didn't interrupt the visual for a second. He sunk in, his glassy eyes unable to break away from our Master's control. I looked at the glowing webcam light, knowing that Master had observed my good work.

My phone rang again.

"Good job boy," said Master. "He's going to be a while, so I have a few more instructions before you go to bed."

"Yes sir," I said, eagerly waiting to hear what other changes Master would make to my life.

"You're going to continue to identify as straight," he said, "but you're never going to sleep with another woman, or flirt, touch one sexually again. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said. Master knows best, even though it would suck to never have sex again.

"You'll have sex with men when I command it. You enjoy it only because I command it."

"Yes Master, I'll enjoy it because you command it."

"You'll also enjoy when men look at you lustfully. You'll want to tease them and turn them on. If you think a man is attracted to you, you'll flirt with him until you're sure."

"Yes sir, I understand, I enjoy flirting with men."

"You enjoy it because I command it," said the Master. "You will remain straight. You will not get hard when a man desires you unless I command it."

"Yes sir. I will flirt with men and turn them on, but I don't get hard from it myself," I confirmed.

"Good. Tomorrow morning you will go to the gym as usual, then you will go and get your body waxed, then you will buy new clothing."

I knew I was going to miss all my classes tomorrow if I wanted to get all of that done, but Master's wishes had to be respected. "Yes sir," I said. "I will do as you command."

"Good boy," he said. "Now, you're very tired. Go to sleep. You sleep naked now."

There was a click at the other end of the phone, and I was hit with an overwhelming sense of drowsiness. Greg, on the other hand, was just waking up from his power nap, and decided to check out some YouTube videos.

I stripped off my jeans and jockstrap, then climbed under the covers. It took me several minutes to get to sleep, what with Greg dancing around to the steady thud of Master's techno music, but I quickly succumbed to my dreams.

I dreamed about serving Master. His voice echoing in the dark, giving me orders to faithfully execute. Wear this. Say this. Think this. I was pleased to follow every order.

I practically jumped out of bed in the morning. I couldn't wait to get to the gym.

While I was resting between sets, my eyes wandered, like they normally do. There was this redhead doing cardio, and the spandex she was wearing made every move easy to follow. She was rocking this '80's retro vibe, but I kinda dug it.

I watched her for a while, but when she gave me a flirty glance, I looked away. Master had ordered me to stay away. It was difficult, but rewarding to follow my Master's orders.

I took particular pleasure when a guy in the locker room checked out my ass. Normally it'd creep me out, but Master had ordered me to flirt. I gave a little wink, and smiled back when he smiled at me. As he walked past me on the way out, he gave my ass a little slap.

Damn I loved following Master's orders.

Next up was my wax. There was a spa near my gym that I'd always avoided. It claimed to be exclusively for men, and truth be told, that always struck me as being a little gay. I'd never really bought into the idea that a spa was somewhere that a real man should go.

Since Master ordered me to get waxed though, this seemed like the perfect place for me.

I stepped inside the dimly lit reception area. The older guy at the desk definitely worked out. I couldn't help but feel a burst of jealousy. Damn, I hope I look that good when I'm old.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I don't have an appointment, but I need to get a wax today."

"I think we can fit you in. What do we want to get waxed?"

"Everything," I said, happy to obey Master's order. "I don't want any hair below my eyebrows."

The guy took a look at the thatches of black hair that were sticking out of my tank.

"That's going to be a full day job," he said, and quoted me a price. It was high, but Master had ordered it, and it was going to be done.

I sat down and waited. After a few minutes, another over-muscled dude came out. This one was younger, in his late 20's, and wore a deep v-neck. I would have to remember to ask where he bought it.

"Tony?" he asked me.

"Yeah."

"I understand you want to get a full body wax?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Oh no, absolutely not," he motioned towards the back room. "Please, come with me."

I'm not going to go into the details, but I've never been sorer in my life.

I always thought chicks were just being whiny when they complained about getting their legs waxed. My newly sensitive skin proved that was bullshit.

The weirdest thing was how the fabric of my brotank rubbed up against my skin. It was rough on my nipples in a way that I had never felt before. They were visible, hard against the fabric as I paid for my wax. The older guy at the desk was trying not to check me out.

Whatever, I was proud of my body. And I knew that Master wanted lots of gay dudes to look at me.

I gave the old guy a little flex-n-wink on the way out. If I'm not gonna let them touch, they may as well get a chubby out of the deal.

Next I headed to the mall. I needed v-necks and leather boots, and the man from the salon had given me some pointers. Master would be so pleased when he saw what I wore for him.

I went for the v-necks first. I got one that was bright orange, and dipped so far you could practically see my nipples. Another one was a deep purple with white piping along the edges. It showed off the cleft of my chest perfectly. Not all of them were super deep though - I ended up buying one that wasn't too much deeper than a normal v-neck, but it was made out of flimsy material that clearly showed the shape of my muscled torso. The clerk gave me a discount on it, his phone number scrawled on the back of the receipt. I had a feeling that Master would approve of that one.

Next I bought jeans that traced my ass so well that chicks would get jealous, and a pair of black motorcycle boots that brought the whole look back to a masculine tone. I couldn't get over the texture of the boots are I tried on different pairs. The shiny leather felt so right in my hands, and the intoxicating smell they gave off made me vow to ask Master if I could wear more leather.

When I got home, I squeezed into my new clothing and went to go show Master. I heard sounds coming from my room.

Greg had been busy too. Where I had become smooth and exposed, Greg had gone preppy. He was sitting in front of my computer wearing a full suit, his hair expertly cut, his five o'clock shadow trimmed to perfection.

"Ah good, Tony, come in and give me a good look." Master was on the speaker. Greg moved out of the way so that Master could see us both.

I moved into the webcams frame and heard a short gasp as Master took in the results of his work.

"Exquisite. You're going to have an awful lot of men looking at you two. Stay right there, I'm going to get you on the live stream."

We stood for a short five minutes. When Master came back, he began to direct.

"Ok, Tony," said Master, "I want you to loosen Greg's tie.

"Now, Greg, unbutton your top two buttons. Tony, push his hand away, and take over, unbuttoning his shirt slowly."

It was weird unbuttoning Greg's shirt. All the buttons felt like they were on the wrong side.

"Tony, step very close to Greg, then turn your head to the camera and repeat after me. 'I am straight, and I do this only because my Master commands it.'"

"I am straight," I said, "and I do this only because my Master commands it."

"Now kiss Greg deeply."

I tilted my head and kissed Greg for a solid twenty seconds. He tasted like peppermint.

"Tony, take off Greg's shirt and jacket.

"Greg, peel off Tony's shirt."

We both stood bare chested, breathing on each other's faces. Greg's dick was visibly straining behind his slacks. Next to me, he looked small, but I had to admit that he had a pretty tight looking body, now that he was free of hair too.

"Tony, unlace your boots, somewhere we can see them."

I put my right foot up on my desk, within sight of the webcam. I pulled the laces until they were loose.

"Take off the boot," said Master, so I did.

Next I put the left boot up on the desk and repeated the procedure. The leather in my hands would be driving at least a few of the men watching wild, so I made sure to touch it and rub it before taking off the boot.

"Good boys," said Master. "Greg, take Tony's jeans off."

Luckily there was some spandex in the jeans, so Greg didn't have to struggle too much to get the tight fabric over my calves. He was clearly relishing the sight of my mesh jock, my soft cock hidden behind almost nothing. Nothing else stood between me and the world. This had to be Greg's dream come true.

"Drop your pants Greg."

Now Greg was standing there too, wearing a pair of CK boxers.

"Tony, get on the bed. Greg, stay standing. Tony, pull down Greg's boxers with your teeth."

I pulled them down, using nothing but my teeth. I rubbed up against Greg's dick while getting positioned, and that only seemed to make it harder. When I pulled the boxers down, his tool sprang out and whacked me in the face.

"Greg," said Master, "slap Tony's face a few times with your cock."

Never in a million years did I expect Greg's cock slowly slapping my cheeks. It was too close to see it clearly, but I could feel the heat a moment before each strike.

"Tony, you're going to give Greg a blowjob. A good one."

I opened my mouth and started sucking on Greg's mushroom head. It was big in my mouth, but I figured out how to use my tongue to lap at it in short order. Slowly, I took in more and more of Greg's dick.

"Tony, can you remind me?" asked Master. "Are you straight?"

"YES SIR!" I grunted, choking as Greg's thick cock pushed it's way down my throat, "I am totally and completely straight!"

"Good boy," said Master.

A salty taste hit my tongue. I'd never tasted anything like it before. A few seconds of eager sucking later, I figured it out. I was tasting Greg's pre-cum. I was doing such a good job sucking his cock dick that he was starting to leak.

I sucked with even greater gusto.

"Whoa boy," said Master's voice. "We're not done yet. Tony, flip over onto your stomach. Greg, lube up your cock."

I flipped. My flaccid tool was mashed against my skin, rough against our cotton sheets. Despite the rapture I felt in following Master's orders, the actual situation did nothing to arouse me. Just as Master commanded.

Greg straddled my legs, getting ready to press his body into mine.

The tip of Greg's delicious cock touched my asshole. It was wet with precum and slick with lube. I could already feel the ecstasy of obeying our Master's orders and riding Greg until he was spent. I took and deep breath, and felt Greg start to push. He wasn't rough, but he was definitely being firm.

As I felt him slip between my cheeks, some deep reservation inside me broke. I felt myself jump up, in violation of Master's orders.

"No, sir!" I shouted at the webcam. "I'm not gay, sir! I will not get fucked like a woman, sir!"

I couldn't believe what I was doing. Not following orders. Master would not be pleased.

But as I said the words, the chains that Master had built in my mind started to creak and break. I was certain that I wasn't gay. Why had I been going down on Greg with the enthusiasm of a whore? And was I really wearing nothing but a mesh jockstrap? Why had I even bought a mesh jock? Where?

I stumbled away from the bed, stunned for a moment.

I almost got away.

"Greg, make him look," came a sharp, foreign voice from my computer.

Greg threw himself at me, knocking me down onto the ground. I had the weight advantage, but he had leverage, and in just a second he had his knee driven into the small of my back. I could feel his dripping cock against my asshole again. My stomach turned. Was he going to fuck me, even as I struggled to escape?

This was some severely fucked up shit. I hadn't done anything to deserve this.

Greg grabbed my hair and pulled, jerking my head up and away from the carpet. The spiral caught my eye. It had expanded again, and was taking up my entire computer screen.

I knew I needed to squeeze my eyes shut and block it out, but I couldn't get them to close. The spiral was… was… too relaxing. I felt my tense muscles go wonderfully slack, Greg's strong grip on my hair was the only thing that kept me from losing sight of that beautiful spiral.

"That's right," said my Master's voice from over the speaker. "Get him up in the chair. I think we need to do some more conditioning.

I slumped in the chair for what seemed like whole minutes. Later Master would tell me that he kept me in trance for six days. I have no memory of it.

When I came out of my conditioning, something was different. I could tell. Greg strolled through the room in those preppy suits, and my dick hardened faster than it ever did for any girl. He scratched his heavy balls, and I had an itch in my ass that I just couldn't seem to stop.

That night, when Master had us perform for the camera, I found out how to make the itch go away for a little while.

We were in almost the same position as we had been in the previous week. I was wearing a new jockstrap - this one was made out of shiny black rubber - but I was doing the same thing. My ass was thrust out towards Greg, and his cock had been sucked, jacked, and lubed until it became a thing to worship.

"Tony," said Master's voice. "Are you straight?"

The question seemed ridiculous, especially after my struggle the week before. Our webcam was a live feed, and Master told us that we were very popular. Thousands of cocksuckers had to have seen me escape.

"SIR, NO SIR!", I shouted into a pillow.

"What's that? I can't hear you…" said Master in a coy tone.

I lifted my head from the bed, contorting my back to keep my ass positioned for Greg's dick. I faced the webcam and repeated. "Sir, no sir. I used to be straight, but you've shown me the error of my ways!"

"Good boy," said Master.

I settled my face back into the mattress and waited for Greg to press himself into me.

Greg slipped his giant cock inside me. The lube coated my insides. I slipped into a fugue as I slid up and down his shaft, faster and faster as I relaxed more and more. I couldn't control myself. I felt addicted. I was addicted. I found myself wishing that Greg would fuck me every single night.

My itch was gone, replaced with a burst of ecstasy as his cum coated my insides.

Greg collapsed to the side in a haze of afterglow. I got up, pumping my still hard cock for the camera.

The webcam light shone steadily. I hoped Master was looking into my eyes, but I knew he was likely looking at my exploding cock.

"I am so fucking lucky to have such a great Master."

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