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Something Hypnotically Afoot...

by Eigh

Chapter Two: Han

Everything was a fog. Total darkness but for that one resonating voice that seemed to echo out of nowhere. A cerebral stillness, paralysis almost seemed to engulf everything in Han’s clouded periphery – his mind asleep, his will no longer his own. He could feel his naked, nubile body being commandeered, occasionally even touched, licked, but like his paralyzed mindscape his body was motionless, frozen in a mock-soldier’s attentive stance. Never before had he felt this powerless, this uninhibited, utterly vulnerable. And then that commanding voice speaking directly into his sleeping brain:

-“You will hypnotize your friends and bring them to me!” came the autocratic voice that seemed to emanate from everywhere.

Han felt compelled to repeat the command, though he wondered how he would comply with this most bizarre request.

-“I…I will hypnotize my friends and bring them to you.” His voice was drawn, monotonous and vacant. In fact, it didn’t even sound like his own.

The nineteen-year old freshman, an exchange student from Kobe, Japan, was totally helpless to resist. For a brief moment, his subconscious self seemed to wander off, as he wondered how he ever got into this weird dreamscape, but all too quickly, he decided to just go with the dream. It was after all, the first dream he ever had where he played the part of submissive.

-“You will only hypnotize your male friends!” The voice was back and instinctively, Han knew he had to repeat the instruction, however odd.

-“I will only hypnotize my male friends.” Came Han’s robotic response.

And then that voice again, this time closer, as if its source was practically on top of him:

-“You will remove their shoes and socks and lust after their bare feet!”

-“I will remove their shoes and socks and lust after their bare feet.” Han’s mind was racing now at the thought of doing what he had been ordered to do. How would he accomplish all this and moreover, why would he want to? He always thought women’s feet were ugly, never mind men’s feet! He could hardly imagine himself lusting after men’s bare feet!

-“Han! Listen to me! Listen to your master and obey!” The voice that seemed to be simultaneously emanating from every point in the universe, was now commanding his complete, focalized attention.

His mind slipped willingly and intently into the commandeering voice before him. He could feel something on his own bare feet, but not until the voice started up again did he realize it was someone else’s bare toes standing atop his.

-“Han, you are gay! You lust after men! You want to hypnotize them and render them barefoot! This turns you on. Doesn’t it?”

Han’s mind was having difficulty processing the first piece of the puzzle. He wasn’t gay, was he? As he struggled to repeat the command, he could feel his penis being manhandled. The voice soon started up again, this time speaking directly into his ear, more powerfully, deeply.

-“Han, listen to my voice. I am your master. You are my slave. You must obey your master! Repeat that!”

-“I must obey my master.” Han answered back instantaneously, immediately feeling the joyous sensation of lust emanate from his now seething loins.

-“Now Han, you are gay. You lust after men, you want to hypnotize them and render them barefoot before bringing them to me! REPEAT!” The voice sounded more authoritative than it had ever before and Han felt compelled to obey the words and repeat them, in his choppy, robotic voice:

-“I am gay. I lust after men. Must hypnotize them. Must make them barefoot… bring them to you…” Hans mind was now spinning with its new set of commands. His first thought, how he would hypnotize his college roommate Garret and how he longed to see Garret’s bare feet again. He never paid any attention to Garret’s feet, but somehow instinctively he knew he wanted to see him barefoot, again, and soon!

His assailant dislodged from his feet and he felt some relief. At only 140 pounds, Han wasn’t that big and somehow he knew whoever was standing on him was bigger and heavier than he was. A few more commands came, but Han’s subconscious kept them from his conscious mind and as the fog started to lift from his dozing head, he was able to make out a figure, standing now in the darkened far left corner of the room, eyeing him inquisitively.

-“Jeff?” Han mouthed as he slowly came back to reality.

-“Yes Han. You may get dressed now but you will leave your socks with me.”

-“I understand.” Han was awake but still in some kind of hypnotic fog. It didn’t register with him that he was in his psychology teacher’s office talking with his T.A. and totally naked! Never mind that he just told his T.A. that he could keep his socks!

Han sat back down on the chair. His body ached all over from the strain of standing so straight but he managed to pull his sweater over his head. His underwear and pants were a bit more of a struggle as his legs seemed numb, but he managed them. His shoes and socks were over where Jeff was standing.

-“I just have to get my shoes…” Han slowly got up and began walking toward the handsome psychology T.A. Six feet tall, blue eyes, blondish-red hair. How come Han had never noticed how cute he was? He leaned down to pick up his size eight loafers when he realized Jeff was barefoot much like him. Then, much to his dumbfounded surprise, rather than reach for his shoes, he fell to the floor on all fours; kneeling, he began to voraciously kiss and lick Jeff’s bare feet.

-“Excellent Han. I think you are ready!” Jeff exclaimed, an aura of victory to his voice.

-“Yes master. I am ready to do your bidding.” Han responded monotonously as he continued to satiate himself in Jeff’s huge feet. Jeff took a seat in the chair, allowing Han access to his enormous soles. Han was in ecstasy as he manhandled and fondled, licked and even gently bit at every inch of his T.A.’s feet. His penis was bulging through his pants, he wanted to cum so badly, he was so turned on by Jeff’s bare feet! With Jeff’s left foot in his mouth, he instinctively used his free hand to position Jeff’s right foot directly atop his own erection. It wasn’t long after that Han collapsed onto the floor, his pants covered in semen. He couldn’t move. He went to sleep. Deep sleep…

Seeing the collapsed Japanese boy on the floor, Jeff smiled slyly, stood up and went to the phone to place a call. There was a moment of silence before Jeff began to speak.

-“Yes master.” His voice sounding more like a robot then a 21-year old college student. “I have hypnotized Han as you ordered. He is ready to do your bidding.  I await further commands…”

 

Chapter Three: Garret

-“I’m telling you Han, I don’t know if it will work on me.” Garret whined, almost like a baby. Truth be told, he had a long, hard day, half of it spent arguing with a chemistry professor over a grade he believed he wrongfully received. The last thing he wanted to do was participate in more school-related bullshit.

-“Garret, listen to me. Have you ever been hypnotized before?” Han asked as Garret sat down on his bed preparing to remove his shoes.

-“Nah, not really. When I was in elementary or Junior High one of my buddy’s once tried it on me, but I’m too strong willed!” Garret boasted as he tore off his converse sneakers, throwing them half-way across the room.

Suddenly Han’s attention was drawn to his roommate’s socked feet. It was as if his gaze was magnetized to them.

-“Yo, Han! What are you hypnotized or something?” Garret asked jokingly while snapping his fingers in Han’s direction.

-“Huh? Oh sorry. Nah I was just looking at your feet. What size shoe do you wear?” Han asked still slightly disoriented, but ever curious.

-“Thirteen, why, what do you care?” Garret asked as he massaged his socked feet still sitting on the bed unwinding.

-“I dunno. I always wished I had bigger feet. I only wear a size eight.” Han replied sadly.

-“Big fuckin’ deal! Man, I can think of more important things than the size of your feet! Get my drift Kamasaki? HA HA! So what’s this deal with your psychology class and why waste your time hypnotizing me? If anything, you should try it on some girl you want to fool around with! That way if it really works, you can at least feel her up!” Garret joked as he began to peel of his socks, seeming to ready himself for a shower.

Han picked up on it too.

-“Are you taking a shower?” He asked Garret as nonchalantly as his turned on body could allow.

-“Yeah, then I’m gonna hit the sheets, I’m bushed!” and with that Garret took off his Tommy Hilfiger jersey revealing the sculpted and bronzed physique of a swimmer- very different than Han’s undeveloped, thin, child-like body.

-“The hot water is off. We got a notice this afternoon. It’s off until tomorrow morning.” Han blatantly lied to his half-naked roommate, for what reason, he knew not.

-“Ah shit! My luck man!” Garret stepped out of his pants so that now all he had on was his yellow and black boxers.

-“Guess I’ll just go to bed then.” Garret announced to the air as much as he did to Han.

-“Wait, Garret. I need to hand in this hypnosis report tomorrow by lunch and since you’re going to bed anyway, can’t I try to hypnotize you?” Han was practically begging now.

-“I guess you can try – but I should warn you - I’ve got a strong will – my ex-girlfriend once tried to hypnotize me too and it didn’t work. But, ok, go for it!” Garret challenged as he plopped himself down on his bed, bare feet facing Han. For the first time, Han got a good look at his roommate’s bare soles. He had seen Garret barefoot before, many times, but never seemed to notice how sexy the bottoms of his feet were.

-“So, are you gonna hypnotize me or stare at my feet all night?” Garret joshed the semi-entranced Han.

-“Sorry. Are you comfortable?” Han asked with mock-concern.

-“Sure. Go ahead. Hypnotize me!” Garret practically ordered. Han laughed to himself. Soon it would be him giving the orders, not the other way around.

Without even thinking, Han stuck his hand in his pocket and removed what looked like a mini-flashlight. He looked at it for a couple of seconds, at first uncertain what to do with it. Then it all came back to him.

-“Garret, this is a strobe pocket light. I’m going to use this to hypnotize you.” He explained as he turned the pocket light on and the room’s lights off.

-“Whatever, just make it quick, I’m feelin’ kinda hypmatized already if you know what I mean!” Garret yawned and stretched for the last time under his own free will.

Han approached his roommate’s bedside, sat down on the side of the bed and turned the light into Garret’s eyes.

-“Whoa, this is gonna give me a headache!” Garret winced.

-“Just keep staring at the light – it will get easier to do so. Listen to the sound of my voice Garret, let it take you to the most relaxing space you’ve ever been to. That’s right, keep looking into the light and listening to my voice… You want to sleep, sleep, you are very tired, let your mind relax, let your mind open to my voice. Your eyes Garret, your eyes are now transfixed to the light…”

Garret stared blindly into the light and managed a response,

-“Uh – yeah…” his voice trailing off into oblivion.

-“Sleep Garret, sleeeep! Clear your mind of the day’s troubles and listen to my voice taking you deeper and deeper and deeper into hypnosis.” Han amazed even himself, where had he learned to hypnotize, he wondered.

-“So relaxed now Garret, your body is totally limp – feel the numbness beginning to engulf your toes, your feet and ankles as it spreads up your legs. Your mind is a blank, you hear only my voice, only my voice and you know you must obey...”

-“Obey...” Garret responded back, already slightly under. The light was still flashing in his eyes, but his eyes were nearly shut, his body, noticeably more relaxed. Han picked up Garret’s arm and let it fall back to the bed – Garret was as limp as a jellyfish, now it was time to turn his mind to jelly.

-“Focus on my voice Garret. You are deeply hypnotized. You must focus on my voice – give me the control! Let me guide you through your trance!”

-“Trance.” Was all the entranced Garret could manage to blurt back.

Han got off the bed and stood there for a few seconds in the dark, admiring the speed with which it all worked. Garret was under his power, staring vacantly at the ceiling, almost naked and totally oblivious to his surroundings. Now it was time to have some fun…

Han walked to the foot of the bed and kneeled on the floor, placing his nose and mouth right up against Garret’s bare soles. It was heavenly. Even though his roommate didn’t shower, his feet didn’t reek of staleness and sweat but moreover of chlorine. He deduced Garret had swimming practice earlier.

Han himself was hypnotized staring at Garret’s plump and juicy feet, he kneeled paralyzed as he allowed his eyes and mind to focus intently on Garret’s bare soles. Soon, he had a need for some action. He could no longer control himself. He began to lick his roommate’s soles, and soon found himself holding both of Garret’s feet in his hands and massaging his penis in a rhythmic motion that seemed weirdly familiar. A few times he wondered to himself what he was doing, but his conditioning took over and commandeered his subconscious mind, imploring it to continue. That is, until Han’s cum found itself all over the sleeping Garret’s arches and heels.

He exploded onto him in three giant bursts and once satiated, he nonchalantly dropped Garret’s feet to the bed, leaving them dangling off, covered and dripping in his seed. As he pulled his penis away from Garret’s cum-drenched feet, a string of semen almost two feet long connected Han’s manhood to the sleeping Garret’s heel; until finally, Garret’s heel won, snapping that rubber band of cum out of Han’s penis and onto his awaiting foot.

The hypnotized Han made his way back to the headboard where Garret lay, paralyzed in hypnotic sleep, his now deflating penis still fully exposed, practically in Garret’s face.

-“That’s right Garret. You must obey me! In a moment I am going to wake you up. You will get dressed and come with me to my T.A.’s dorm room. Is that understood?” Han checked to see that Garret was processing everything he heard.

-“Get dressed. Go with you…” Garret replied back, obediently.

-“You will get fully dressed but you will not put on your socks – you will instead go barefoot in your sneakers and you will not realize that your feet are covered in cum. Do you understand?”

-“Barefoot, no cum, unda-stand.”

Han quickly got himself dressed and ready, while continuing,

-“Now at the count of three, you will wake up and like a robot you will carry out my instructions! 1-2-3!”

-“See I told you I couldn’t be hypnotized!” Garret snubbed his friend. “So whose this T.A. we’re going to? And why are we going there so late?”

Garret then rose out of bed and began to get dressed, mechanically, not questioning any further what he was doing. Han smiled to himself, watching Garret intently as he slipped his sticky bare feet into his sneakers.

***

Han knocked on Room 330 as previously instructed. Within moments, a half-dressed Jeff appeared at the doorway.

-“Han, and this must be your roommate Garret? Come in! Come in!” He greeted the two amicably enough.

Both Han and Garret looked at Jeff in awe – his body was that of a weightlifter and very intimidating. Since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was all either of them could do but gawk at the powerhouse that greeted them at the door. Garret snapped to first.

-“Uh look no offense, but what are we doing here at midnight on a Tuesday night?” Garret asked both Jeff and Han.

Jeff looked both men over before responding.

-“If you don’t mind, could you take off your shoes guys? I just had my carpets washed and I want to keep them clean!”

Han and Garret removed their shoes in unison. Neither was wearing any socks, but this didn’t seem the least bit odd to either of them. Jeff, for his part wasn’t wearing any either.

-“Han brought you here because he was hypnotized to do so!” Jeff began as the trio made their way to Jeff’s living room area.

-“You mean Han is hypnotized?” Garret asked incredulously, sitting down on the couch. As soon as Garret made that statement, Han stood at military attention, his arms suddenly out-stretched before him like a sleepwalker.

-“Holy shit! Look at him! He’s fuckin’ hypnotized!” Garret exclaimed, partially in shock, partially in fear.

-“And so are you Garret!” Jeff beamed as he flung the pocket strobe light out of his pocket and hit the unsuspecting eyes of the swim team’s finest new recruit.

-“I..er..wha?” Garret couldn’t formulate a sentence. In his mind he suddenly knew that he had been hypnotized by Han before but couldn’t remember anything that had happened during or since. He was now frozen in the strobe’s bathing light again, unable to move, unable to speak.

-“As for you Han, you will report to Professor Vine’s house. It is just off campus – here is the address. The professor is waiting for you now!”

-“I…yes master.” Han was going to question the order, but was suddenly overwhelmed with a compulsive need to obey.

He put his shoes back on and left the dormitory heading out toward the main road in an almost sleepwalking state.

He walked for thirty minutes, the cold air nearly clearing all the cobwebs from his mind. Several times he questioned himself, what was he doing out in the darkness in the middle of the night, on this quiet stretch of road leading up to Carper’s College? And then he saw the tiny cottage, with the lights on and knew instinctively he had to be there.

He rang the doorbell and was greeted by his professor holding yet another portable strobe device, which he shone in Han’s eyes much like Jeff had.

-“Come in Han – come, come to me!” came the commanding voice.

Han’s arms flung forward, so that like a sleepwalker, he entered the professor’s house in a daze, repeating the instruction as was previously done,

-“Come…” his voice was robotic, removed.

-“That’s right Han – come to your master! Obey your master!” Han couldn’t resist but to move closer to his master.

-“Now Han, we’re going to turn you into a statue. You’d like that don’t you?”

-“A statue?” Han’s mind was processing the wording.

-“That’s right – you like the idea of being a statue don’t you, slave?” the professor coaxed.

-“Yes master.” Han responded not even sure he understood the question.

-“Come with me Han. Come downstairs and I will introduce you to my other statues…”

-‘Yes master.’ Han responded and continued to walk toward the professor with his arms outstretched.

In the basement there were four other men on raised platforms of sorts. All four were in identical positions: On their knees, arms seemingly plastered to their thighs, rigid, as if at attention, eyes open wide and vacant, staring straight ahead. All four men’s bare feet were dangling off their platforms, and all were naked, sporting nearly fully hardened erections.

-“Han, I’d like you to meet my collection of hypnotized men-statues – this is Tyrone, this is Jean-Claude, Chad and this is Shaun. You know Shaun, from psychology class?”

-“Yes master.” Han responded back.

-“Since you are new to our school and you don’t know that many people I figured you’d do better here, as part of my collection. You did hypnotize your roommate Garret though did you not?”

-“Yes master, Garret is hypnotized and with Jeff now.”

-“And he is on the swim-team, correct?”

-“Yes master.”

-“Excellent, so Garret and Jeff can continue where you left off. For now Han, why don’t you take your place alongside Tyrone!”

-“Yes master!” Han was lead up to a podium style elevation in the middle of the room. Once standing on it, the professor pushed his shoulders down so that he was on his knees, right alongside Tyrone Robins. He could then feel his feet being dragged and his body manipulated into position. Then his shoes were pulled off his feet, as were his sweater and pants. Han could not move. Finally the professor pushed Tyrone and Han together so that their arms and thighs were side-by-side.

-“Excellent Han, now you are frozen, you cannot move an inch except for your penis which will harden stiff like the rest of you.”

The paralyzed Han had no choice but to freeze in total obedience, his bare flesh in direct contact with Tyrone, a six foot seven inch tall basketball player that was supposedly expelled for drug use at the beginning of the semester. As his penis hardened into position, Han could feel his mind vacating – leaving him, as if he were no longer there. A small tear fell down his cheek as Doctor Vine took a moment to admire his latest addition.

-“Oh yes, you will do just nicely Han, just nicely indeed.”

Doctor Vine then made his way behind the frozen nineteen year old where he had a perfect view of Han’s and Tyrone’s backsides – their backs, asses and bare feet – frozen in time, hanging over the podium, they were so inviting. He couldn’t help himself but to bend over and fondle Tyrone and Han’s frozen feet, together, as if they belonged to one statuesque form. Soon his trophy room would be full and the next phase of the master plan initiated…

***

Garret stood absolutely motionless, frozen in time – his body a metal beam. His clothes had been removed. His long muscular arms glued to his muscular torso, his bare feet, still covered in dried-up cum, perfectly aligned and side-by-side; his neck stretched upward and forward, like a soldier in a drill inspection. He had no clue where he was. He was even starting to lose track of who he was as the foreign voice continued to pipe into his mind like a self-help tape. Only he wasn’t being helped.

-“Garret, do you know what Han and I have done to you?” the voice seemed almost sinister, deep-throated and raspy.

-‘Hypnotized…me’ Garret replied back. Though he had taken leave of most if not all of his senses, somehow in the back of his mind, he still knew he was deeply hypnotized.

-“Yes Garret, very good. You like being hypnotized, don’t you?” Jeff asked while adjusting his shorts to free his own ever-rising member.

-“Yeth – b-ut… can’t move…” his voice was strained like the rest of his rigid body.

-“That’s right Garret, you can’t move. You are so deeply hypnotized, you cannot move. You are under my control now Garret, you must obey me! Say it!”

-“Under your control. Must obey…” He shot back as if he were at a vocal tennis match.

-“I am your master Garret. Only Professor Vine and myself control you now – you will refer to both of us as your master, is that understood?”

-“My master. Yes master.”

Jeff took a moment to admire Garret’s body – well sculpted, bronzed from all those afternoons at the outdoor pool, barely any body hair on him but for some yellowish strands on his legs and chest. His crotch was a different story though. Jeff had never seen a blond guy with brown genital hair. He found himself fascinated and drawn to that region. At about six feet tall, Garret was a very good looking specimen, one he knew would one day be put on display at Professor Vine’s museum.

-“Garret listen to your master and obey!” Jeff snapped himself out of his reverie.

-“Obey…”

-“Who are your three best friends?” Jeff inquired.

-“Matthew, Warren and Vlad.” Garret didn’t even have to think – he had known all three since Junior High school, they swam together, spent most of their summers together and were now enrolled in Carper’s College, together.

-“Describe Matthew to me. What does Matthew look like?” Jeff probed the entranced nineteen-year old.

-“Matthew is cool. He’s funny. Makes me laugh.” Garret spoke fondly of his best friend.

-“No, no, Garret – what does Matthew look like? How tall is he?”

-“My height I guess.”

-“What color hair does he have?”

-“Brownish.”

-“And his eyes?”

-“I dunno. I… I can’t remember.” Garret tried to remember if his friend’s eyes were blue or green, but he just couldn’t picture them in his mind’s eye.

-“Would you describe Matthew as good-looking?” Jeff prodded further.

-“I guess so.” Garret always thought Matthew was better looking than himself, but somehow it was he who ended up with all the hot dates, Matthew usually wound up with his leftovers, or discards as he called them.

-“You are going to hypnotize Matthew. Repeat that command Garret!” Jeff ordered.

-“Hypnotize Matthew… b…but, how?” Garret couldn’t imagine himself trying to hypnotize one of his buddies. For one thing, he didn’t know the first thing about hypnotism.

-“I am going to teach you slave. You must hypnotize Matthew and bring him to me is that clear?”

-“Must hypnotize Matthew and bring him to you… Clear master.” Garret was being reprogrammed bit by bit and was powerless to do anything about it.

-“Once Matthew is hypnotized you will take off his socks!” Jeff commanded.

-“Take off his socks…” Garret responded back, already conditioned to his required repetition of commands.

-“You like Matthew’s bare feet, don’t you?” Jeff asked.

-“No master.” Garret responded truthfully, having never given his friend’s feet a thought.

-“You long to see Matthew in his bare feet Garret, repeat that!”

-“I long to see Matthew in his bare feet.”

-“In fact, Matthew’s bare feet turn you on. REPEAT!”

-“Matthew’s bare feet turn me on.”

-“Now what about Vlad and Warren, are they good looking too?” Jeff asked, wondering if Garret could successfully hypnotize his three friends simultaneously.

-“I dunno. Why?” Garret’s first bout of rebellion since he had entered Jeff’s room and went into hypnotic trance.

-“Obey your master Garret! I am asking you these questions because you are going to hypnotize all of them for me. You are also attracted to Vlad and Warren aren’t you?”

-‘No… please… I… er… I…” Garret pleaded.

-“Yes Garret. You are attracted to Vlad, Matthew and Warren repeat that!”

-“I… I… am attracted to Vlad, Matthew and Warren.” Garret replied back, shocked that he was being manipulated as such.

-“Now describe Vlad for me slave!” Jeff barked, losing patience.

-“Vlad is shorter than me – black hair, hairy all over… still talks with an accent. He’s from Ukraine or Russia.”

-“And what about Warren? What does he look like?”

-“Warren has red hair, blue eyes and is a little taller than me – he’s got more muscles than any of us…” Garret was always a little jealous of Warren’s physique.

-“Garret, you are going to hypnotize Vlad and Warren as well – and just like with Matthew you are going to take off their socks. Your penis will harden like a rock when you see your friends hypnotized and barefoot and you will need to masturbate, on their feet!” Jeff was pushing him against the wall.

-“Penis…harden…friends…hypnotized…barefoot…masturbate…yes master.”

Garret’s reality was spinning off its axis.

Jeff was satisfied that Garret had received as much conditioning as his being could tolerate, at least for the first session. Now all that remained was to teach Garret how to hypnotize his three best friends.

 

Chapter Four: Vladmir

-“Oh c’mon dude, you ain’t ever had Roseanne Lockhart, she’s the biggest prude on campus!” Matthew ribbed his friend Warren playfully.

-“Yeah I heard she was saving herself until marriage!” Vlad added in.

-“Yeah well, maybe we’re getting married!” Warren answered stupidly, more for lack of an appropriate comeback line.

Vlad and Matthew laughed at their friend Warren. He might have been a looker, somewhat popular with the dumber ladies, but he wasn’t that popular, and he certainly wasn’t the smartest in the group.

The three friends walked toward Building D where they had swim practice. The gym was housed in Building D, but it was also part of the Fine-Arts department, so the threesome had become accustomed to seeing freaky looking students around the main entrance. This time was no different – standing right by the doorway, a Gothic, pierced-all-over, blue haired smoker named Nick. The three had run into him before and usually jabbed him about his fruitcake appearance.

-“Well, if it isn’t little blue boy!” Matthew kibitzed, a jab far tamer than his usual repartee.

-“Oh fuck off!” Nick cajoled back.

-“So that’s what he wants dudes, he wants us to fuck him!” Warren joked.

-“Yeah he only wishes!” Vlad threw in.

Matthew looked the blue haired freak up and down, surmising a few things about his sexual orientation.

-“You know if I were you Nick, I’d put a dress on and join a freak show, I think that look would be best for you!” Matthew laughed aloud at his own thought.

-“C’mon guys leave him alone. He’s probably down to his last Prozac anyway!” Vlad joked as he yanked the door open.

The three amigos made their way into the building, downstairs, to where the gym and swimming pool were located.

-“Hey are we meeting Garret here?” Vlad asked his friends as he opened the door to the locker room.

-“I dunno, I tried calling his place this morning but he wasn’t there!” Matthew announced as he sat down on his regular bench and began to take his swim gear out of his gym bag.

-“He probably scored again. Who was it last week? Tricia something?” Vlad asked the other two.

-“Tricia Morrison. And I think he’s had two other chicks since then!” Warren boasted for his normally braggart friend.

-“Alls I know is if I were getting as much action as Garret, I’d be failing every frickin’ course I was taking including swimming!” Matthew joked moronically as he whipped off his sweatshirt in a single motion.

The three laughed in unison and continued to strip down to their underpants. When Vlad and Matthew were naked and Warren down to his last few bits of underclothing, the slipshod looking Garret stumbled in, nearly tripping over his own two feet in the process.

-“Hey guys, am I late?” Garret asked nonchalantly as he took a locker right next to Vlad’s.

-“Nah, we’re all early!” Warren replied.

-“Cool, ‘cause I wanted to do some warm…” Garret’s words were cut short when he leaned down to unlace his shoes and noticed all three of his friends standing alongside him, barefoot. He had never noticed their feet before, but somehow he was strangely drawn to them, even gawking at them.

-“Dude, what’s up with you?” Matthew asked Garret, pushing him to the side of his locker.

-“Oh, sorry, I just zoned out there for a minute – I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

-“Yeah like which girl to pop next!” Matthew jabbed.

-“Well, I’m gonna go do some dives, I’ll see you guys in the pool!” Warren announced, and he started for the main-shower area which lead to the pool complex.

-“Yeah I’m ready too, see you inside Garret.” Matthew tagged after Warren.

-“I’ll wait for you Garret.” Vlad volunteered.

-“Thanks Vladdy. Hey, have you ever been hypnotized?” Garret found himself asking the question without even thinking why he was asking it.

-“Hypnotized? As in you are getting sleepy? No why?” Vlad asked.

Garret’s face turned expressionless as he reached into his gym bag and procured the pocket strobe light given to him by Jeff.

-“What’s that?” Vlad asked.

Garret didn’t hear him. In his mind, a mantra of sorts was replaying itself – “Hypnotize Vlad…Hypnotize Vlad…Hypnotize Vlad…”

-“Here, look at this!” Garret pointed the device directly in Vlad’s eyes.

-“Hey! That thing is hurting my eyes! What’s the big idea?” Vlad asked his entranced friend.

-“Just keep looking at the light Vlad, you’ll soon find out!” Garret ordered.

-“What is it gonna hypnotize me or something?” Vlad turned back toward it and seemed willing to play along.

-“It makes you sleepy Vlad – sleepy… your eyes, so heavy, so relaxed. Listen to the sound of my voice, hear my voice as you relax deeper and deeper into the light. Sleeeep!” Garret droned on with his pre-arranged script that Jeff had given him. Vlad for all his resistance was now unable to look away from the entrancing light.

-‘Shit, you’re really hypnotizing me!” were the last words out of Vlad’s mouth before he went into light trance.

-“So relaxed Vlad – you hear only my voice, all other sounds are blocked out, only my voice to guide you through this. Sleep now Vlad, that’s right – sleep deeply. Close your eyes now Vlad and go to sleep.” Garret droned on.

-“Sleepy.” Vlad acknowledged as his eyes closed and his head plopped down on his chest. He was standing but off balance somewhat so Garret grabbed the five foot nine inch friend by the shoulders and directed him to sit down on the bench behind them.

-“So relaxed now Vlad, you will do anything I tell you, because you trust me, right?” Garret checked to see how deeply Vlad was under, picking up his bare arm and letting it fall back down to his side like a limp banana peel. Vlad was hypnotized.

-“Trust you.” Vlad repeated.

-“Now Vlad, I want you to put your left foot on your right knee, that’s it, very good Vlad!” Garret was salivating. Not only had he managed to hypnotize Vlad but now he got to stare at the sole of his buddy’s foot for as long as he wanted. Vlad’s foot wasn’t all that long, but what it lacked in length it made up for in width – Vlad had very wide feet, Garret guessed he wore a size ten or so.

-“Vlad, what size shoe do you wear?” he asked, almost sounding like his old self, but never once taking his eyes off of Vlad’s bare foot.

-“Ten and a half.” Vlad could barely speak the words he was so exhausted, so removed.

Garret knelt down on the floor so that his face was right up against Vlad’s bare foot. He took a large whiff and then with his tongue, a large lick up and down his buddy’s left foot.

He wasn’t able to cum though – for some reason, he just couldn’t. Instead, more of his programming kicked in.

-“Vlad, you are going to get dressed and come with me to my friend Jeff’s room, he wants to meet you. You will get fully dressed, but you will leave your socks with me. Is that clear?” Garret asked his motionless friend as he pocketed Vlad’s socks.

-“Yeah. No socks.” Vlad responded vacantly.

-“Now at the count of three you will carry out my orders. If anyone asks why we are skipping swimming practice today, it’s for personal reasons, you got that?”

-“Yes – personal reasons.”

-“Excellent, now get dressed Vlad and hurry!”

Vlad shook himself alert more or less, rising like an automaton. He walked slowly to his locker to take out the clothes he had only moments earlier hung up.

-“So who’s this Jeff person we’re going to see?” Vlad asked as he slipped his pants back on.

-“A friend of mine – he’s cool. I know you two will hit it off!” Garret resounded slyly, putting his pocket-hypnotizer back into the gym bag from whence it came. He watched as his friend Vlad, like a sleepwalker of sorts, fiddled with his shirt buttons, and paid close attention to Vlad’s look of confusion when it came time to put on his shoes and socks. Finally, Vlad decided to go sockless and Garret watched as his buddy put his bare feet into his converse sneakers, much as he had been doing lately.

The two left the building, passing Nick on the way out, with not even a word to Warren or Matthew who were, by then, wondering what the hell had happened to the twosome.

***

-“Ah Garret, you work fast. Who is this, Vlad I presume?” Jeff asked not taking his eyes of his latest acquisition.

-‘Hey, how did you know my name?” Vlad asked Jeff.

-“Garret’s been telling me about you, come in, come in!”

Jeff welcomed the boys into his humble, albeit well decorated abode.

-“Nice place!” Vlad chimed as he took a preliminary casing of the dorm.

-“Please take off your shoes guys!” Jeff ordered pleasantly enough.

Vlad and Garret removed their shoes and left them by the door. Once again, both boys were barefoot.

-“Hey is this guy a friend of Han’s?” Vlad asked Garret semi-jokingly, aware that his roommate Han was brought up in a culture where shoes came off upon entering a house.

-“Han?” Garret seemed to not know who Vlad was talking about.

-“Han, your roommate from Japan?” Vlad reminded him.

Jeff stepped in at this point.

-“Han has transferred back to Japan – he no longer attends school here at Carper’s.”

-“You’re kidding? So you’ve got the room all to yourself you lucky bugger, why didn’t you say anything?” Vlad asked. At this point he could tell something was wrong with Garret. He was standing in a sort of soldier’s stance – on high alert, staring straight ahead and didn’t even seem to hear Vlad’s question.

-“He can’t hear you Vlad.” Jeff chirped.

-“What?! What do you mean he can’t hear me?” Vlad asked incredulously.

-‘I hypnotized him!” Jeff responded.

-“No shit! So like he’s hypnotized right now?” Vlad seemed fascinated by it all, walking slowly toward Garret like an uncertain kid in front of the lion cage for the first time.

-“Yup! He’s completely under my power, aren’t you Garret?”

-“Yes master, I am under your power!” Garret responded like a robot.

-“This is fucked up, why… how… I don’t get it!” Vlad was at a total loss for words, which indicated to Jeff that it was a perfect time to re-introduce Vlad to the strobe light.

-“I did it with this!” Jeff lunged the device into Vlad’s eye-shot just in time to subdue the confused teen-ager. Jeff would have put him under sooner but he was so enjoying listening to the remnants of Vlad’s Russian accent and will.

-“ARGH!” Vlad almost shouted, completely taken off guard, but within three seconds, he found he couldn’t look away. The device that had hypnotized his friend Garret, had now entranced him.

After about two minutes of induction, Jeff looked over his latest boy-toy.

-“You will do just nicely Vladimir. That is your full name is it not?”

-“Yes – Vladimir Corsenko.” He replied sleepily.

Jeff liked Vlad’s hypnotized voice even more than he liked his regular sounding voice.

-“I see you have hair on your feet Vladimir. Does this mean the rest of you is hairy too?” Jeff prodded.

-“Yes.”

-“It’s getting very hot in here, why don’t you put on your bathing suit Vlad?”

The stunned teen moved slowly in undressing but once down to his swimsuit, Jeff froze him in place.

-“You are a hairy one Vladimir – I think the professor is going to like this! Stay frozen until I tell you to move.”

Jeff walked to his desk and picked up the phone to call Professor Vine.

-“Master, Garret has hypnotized his friend Vladimir Corsenko. He is here with us now. He is very hairy master.” Jeff’s demeanor seemed to change too whenever he made these phone calls to the professor. He knew he had to stand up straight. He likewise knew that when talking to the professor he had to address him as master and talk robot-like into the receiver.

Professor Vine was pleased with this latest report.

-“Keep Garret there for now. I want you to bring Vladimir over to my house as soon as possible. You will follow my usual instructions, is that clear Jeff?”

-“Yes Master. I will bring Vladimir over to your house. I hear and I obey!” Jeff spoke out loud as if responding to some drill sergeant. He hung up the phone moments later.

-“Vladimir, you will get dressed now. The professor wants to see you. You will stay hypnotized and when you see the professor you will address him as your master, is that understood?” Jeff had little time to condition the boy so he decided to keep him hypnotized, just to be on the safe side.

-“I understand. The professor is my master.” Vlad responded blankly, totally unaware of what fate had in store for him next.

***

-“Master, this is Vladimir Corsenko.” Jeff spoke robotically to the shadow at the door.

-“Excellent Jeff, why don’t you both come in! Welcome Vladimir Corsenko, Jeff here tells me you’re a hairy one!” Professor Vine said playfully.

-“Yes Master.”

-“Why don’t you both come to me, come, come!” Professor Vine coaxed the two men toward the basement stairwell.

Jeff’s arms rose in front of him, and he walked toward the professor like a sleepwalker. Vlad stumbled behind, his mind still a fog. As the trio made their way down the stairs, Vladimir walking behind the entranced Jeff, walking behind Professor Vine, the collection of statues slowly came into view. In his mind’s-eye, Vlad could feel something was wrong. He wasn’t in as deep a trance as Jeff or the others and yet he was compelled to follow.

Upon entering Professor Vine’s museum, Vlad slowly regained more of his senses – for here was some of his fellow students – Han included – Garret’s roommate that had supposedly returned to Japan.

-“What is this?” Vlad managed to blurt out indiscriminately.

-“This is your destiny, my slave Vlad!” Professor Vine spoke with a masterful confidence that seemed to defy reality.

-“I… I dunno, I can’t…” Vlad was trying to break free of his hypnotic shackles, still disoriented, but his mind growing increasingly clear.

-“Remove your shoes Vlad!” Professor Vine spoke masterfully.

-“Yes master!” Vlad could hardly believe he was referring to another man as his master and yet, he found himself kicking his converse sneakers off in complete and total obedience.

-“Now Vlad, you will take your place alongside Jean-Claude. Remove your clothing immediately!” Professor Vine ordered.

-“Yes master.” Vlad did not want to comply but he found himself obeying nonetheless.

He ripped off his jersey and then his jeans, and finally his swimsuit, leaving him a naked, vulnerable shell.

-“You are very hairy aren’t you Vlad?” The professor inquired of his newest enslaved teen.

-“Yes master. Why am I…?” Vlad asked, the last bit of his own will resurfacing, despite the hypnotic controls exerted upon him.

-“I see you are not under deeply enough – Vlad, look at the light!” Professor Vine instructed the entranced Vlad.

-“Yes master!” Vlad replied, compelled once again into the hypnotic strobe light. He was quickly subdued.

-“Sleep…deeper and deeper Vladimir – you must obey your master…obey…obey…obey!” Professor Vine intoned.

-“Obey my master. Yes master.” Vlad blanked out even more than he had before, and was waiting to receive further commands.

-“Jeff, you have hypnotized almost all the statues I have in my possession, I think it’s time you took your place next to Shaun! Take off your clothes Jeff, now!” Professor Vine ordered.

Though he knew that Jeff was an excellent hypnotist, he held a lot of faith in one of his newer subjects, Garret, who would hypnotize his friends and render them his loyal subjects.

-“Yes master!” Jeff declared obediently, before taking his place alongside Shaun Greene, a first year business major who supposedly took off for South America on an expedition to hunt for ancient civilizations. Shaun was a tough one in terms of people not missing him. Professor Vine had spent weeks conditioning him to tell others how his calling was in South America, and how he was heading there to find what he was looking for.

-“Now Vlad, tell me, are your parents in state?” Professor Vine enquired.

-“No master. My parents live in Kiev, my aunt and uncle live in Indianapolis.”

-“You will call your aunt and uncle and tell them you are going on a research expedition to Africa, is that clear?”

-“Yes master – to Africa.” Vlad replied completely enthralled.

-“Then you will take your place alongside Jean-Claude as my newest slave-statue!”

-“Slave statue. Yes master.” Vlad replied vacantly.

Vlad stood dazed for a few seconds, in his pile of discarded clothing before walking slowly toward the podium and Jean-Claude. Professor Vine helped maneuver him into position much like he had done with Han. He then took a moment to admire his growing collection of men.

-“I’m going to have to get some more platforms – two per platform seems to be the limit!” He chuckled to himself before grabbing his video camera. He shot every one of his slaves, from every angle.

Professor Vine then collected some of his things and left. He had Garret to deal with yet…

***

Professor Vine entered Jeff’s dorm room to find yet another statue standing in the center of the room, immobile, and naked.

-“Garret! Turn around and face your master!” Professor Vine spoke authoritatively as he shut the inner door of his office.

Garret turned mechanically toward the voice that had spoken to him. Professor Vine gasped at the sight of Garret’s exceptionally good looks, McCaulley Culkin meets Leonardo Dicaprio.

-“Garret, you have proven to be a very good hypnotist…” Professor Vine started out.

-‘very…good…hypnotist.’ Garret mumbled back in return.

-“And who are you going to hypnotize next Garret?”

-“Either Matthew or Warren, master. Whichever I can get next…”

-“No, listen to me slave. Listen and obey me! Which of your two friends is the red-head?” Professor demanded slyly.

-“Warren, master.”

-“Then you will make extra effort to ensure that Warren is the next friend you will hypnotize! Is that clear slave?”

-“Yes Master. I will hypnotize Warren next.” Garret replied back obediently.

-“Now lie down on the floor Garret – on your stomach!”

A vacant eyed Garret replied, robotically, “Yes master” before complying.

Professor Vine smiled at the level of instantaneous compliance. His plans to do to Warren what Jeff had done to Garret, made his erection all the more solid. He unbuckled his belt and let down his pants, kicking off his shoes and his own socks in the process.

-“I shall enjoy having you and Warren as my hypno-slave henchmen. You will try to make sure you hypnotize Warren, here on campus, in your room, when you two are alone. Tell him you need to speak to him alone, is that clear Garret?”

-“Yes master, alone.”

-“Now prepare for me slaveboy!” Dr. Vine fell to his knees at Garret’s feet. He would take this one from bottom to top.

 

CHAPTER FIVE: WARREN

-“I don’t get it either. It’s weird. Garret was weird don’t you think?” Matthew asked.

-“I dunno. Everybody’s weird from someone else’s point of view I guess.” Warren was jazzed. He had just received his first B in Philosophy and felt like dispensing complimentary wisdom of the ages. Which in Warren’s terms added up to about sixty five cents worth of information. Matthew was sure he cheated on that exam.

-“Dude, I’m serious. And then we leave him alone with Vlad and suddenly Vlad vanishes? Don’t you think that’s a little weird?” Matthew asked.

Warren was putting on his left sock and stopped at midpoint to think about what Matthew had just said.

-“Look, I ain’t joinin no cult or anything like that so you don’t have to worry about me.” Warren tried to reassure his roommate as he continued to put on his sock.

-“But what if he does something to you?” Matthew asked half-jokingly.

-“Like what man? Drug me? I don’t think so. Not Garret man. Dude, what are you on?” Warren asked.

-“I dunno, maybe I’m just shitting over my two exams next week. Maybe I am being stupid. Whatever.” Matthew was kind of upset that he was being excluded from Garret’s summon, but in a strange way, he was relieved. He knew that after talking to Warren, if he couldn’t get through to him, he would covertly follow him. He knew he was going to Garret’s dorm room – to talk. But he also knew Garret and he knew Warren – they wouldn’t stay in Garret’s room all night long – they would go somewhere. And he was intent on finding out where.

-“So dude, have fun. I’m gonna keep trying Vlad’s room but his roommates have no idea where he is.”

-“Maybe he had some kind of family emergency… I dunno man. I’m not psychic.

Warren finished getting dressed and headed out to Garret’s room, on the other side of campus.

Matthew was never too far behind…

***

-“Hey Gar, what’s happenin’ man?” Warren punched his friend Garret in the left shoulder.

-“Not much War, come in, come in!” Garret instructed as he left Warren in the entryway and headed back to his bedroom to shut the television.

Warren took a few moments to look around Garret’s apartment. With his roommate Han gone, the place was looking rather sparse.

-“Hey dude, are they gonna give you a new roommate?” Warren asked as he entered Garret’s pad.

-“I don’t think so – but honestly, I wouldn’t mind. I miss having someone around.” Garret answered as he walked back into the main room.

-“If I wasn’t bunking with Matthew, I’d move in here dude. I think your place is bigger than ours. So guy, what’s the scoop with you? Where’ve you been hanging out? You know Coach Hodges is about ready to kick you off the swim team!”

-‘Really? I only missed a couple of practices!” Garret whined as he opened a bottle of Absolut and poured two glasses worth.

Warren looked Garret up and down from head to toe, figuring if anything was wrong with him, he’d notice. Matthew was just paranoid he finally concluded.

-“Dude, you still drink Absolut?” Garret asked as he slipped a decent amount of Rohypnol into Warren’s Absolut.

-“Yeah sure man – whatever.”

Garret re-entered the living room with the two drinks.

-“Dude, so you still like hanging with Matthew?” Garret started.

-“Sure, Matthew is funny, he’s cool!” Warren replied somewhat defensively. “Why? Since when do you have issues with Matthew?”

-“I… er… look dude, I’m not going to say anything – I was just asking.” Garret mused.

-“Look you brought it up – tell me. What’s your issue with him?” Warren pushed.

-“Ok look, before Han left back to Japan, Matthew was here and Han asked if both me and Matthew could help him with some school experiment thing.” Garret started.

-“SO?” Warren intoned impatiently.

-“So, Han hypnotized Matthew first and Matthew completely freaked man. When Han asked him to describe the person he thinks of most while jerking off – he answered Garret and Warren.”

-“Get the fuck out! Matthew ain’t gay!” Warren protested. “Besides, if he were hypnotized, anything’s possible, right?”

-“Dude, have you ever been hypnotized?” Garret asked his red-head friend.

-“I’m not sure.” Warren answered uncertainly.

-“Not sure?” Garret asked.

-“Um, it’s funny you mentioned it – ‘cause Matthew hypnotized me or tried to last week or so. He said it was for some psych class!” Warren sounded a little worried now.

-“Geez man, you let Matthew hypnotize you? He has the hots for you man!” Garret was really working Warren now.

-“I…I…I don’t really remember what happened that day, it’s all a blur, I…” Warren was getting nervous.

-“Dude, Han taught me how to hypnotize, if you want, I can help you to remember what happened, but you must let me try and put you under.” Garret wanted Warren’s cooperation.

-“Hypnotize me? Again? Ah, oh, whatever…I can’t believe what you’re telling me man, this is nuts!”

-“Warren, trust me man. It’s why I’ve been cuttin’ away from Matt. I mean he’s a good guy, but… you know!

-“I just can’t believe it. Not Matthew. No way! But if you think hypnotizing me will help, then go for it. Hypnotize me!” Warren sat down on Han’s old bed.

-“Just stare into this light Warren. Keep staring at it. That’s it. It doesn’t seem to bother you. It’s actually quite relaxing. You could begin to see it circular patterns, deeply imbedded beneath the light’s surface, can’t you?” Garret drew the light closer to Warren’s face so that it was almost touching upon his mount of smaller-than-average freckles.

-‘Yeah – I can see it!” Warren repeated, semi-entranced.

-“Go deeper Warren. Allow your mind to focus on me. On my commands. Listen and obey…” Garret droned into his friend’s left ear.

-‘Listen n’ obey.’ Warren repeated by now completely transfixed and thus, past the point of no return.

-‘Deeper and deeper Warren. Clear you mind. Empty it. Know only one thing. You serve me and Dr. Vine. We are your masters! Repeat that!” Garret ordered the dozing giant.

-‘serve only two masters you and doctor vine.’ Warren mumbled back not even certain if that was his own voice talking, it already sounded so distant, so vacant and empty.

-‘I want you to lie back on the bed now Warren!”

-‘Ok…sure’ Warren replied, seemingly confused.

-“As you lie down, you go deeper and deeper into my power.” Garret spoke as Warren reclined backward, missing the headboard by no less than an inch.

Garret then positioned Warren’s sneakered feet so that they were dangling off the foot of the bed.

-“Warren. Listen to me and obey. I want you to say the phrase, “I am hypnotized, take my socks” over and over again until I order you to stop, is that clear?”

-“Yes. I am hypnotized, take my socks… I am hypnotized, take my socks…” Warren repeated dully.

Garret leaned down and began to unlace Warren’s shoes. He had seen Warren barefoot hundreds of times before then but somehow this time was different. This time he was going to take his own sweet time admiring Warren’s large, manly feet.

***

In a fog, Warren lifted himself off Han’s bed and proceeded to put his wet sticky feet, without socks, into his sneakers.

-“Wow, that was amazing! How long was I out?” Warren asked his friend Garret.

-“About an hour or so. So you don’t mind heading out?” Garret checked to see if the suggestion was taken.

-‘No. Not at all. Though who is this Doctor Vine dude and why do we have to see him tonight?” Warren asked finally getting his right heel into his sneaker.

-“He’s a better hypnotist than me. I’m pretty sure Matthew has been hypnotizing you regularly and that he’s done certain things to protect himself from any of us finding out. I think the professor can help you access those memories.” Garret was enjoying playing this mental game with his weaker-minded friend.

-“What are you saying Gar, Matt hypnotized me and did what to me? Fuck me? No way man! No one could be that hypnotized! No way!” Warren protested.

-“Dude, so how come you kept calling Matthew your master? Saying shit like you will always obey your master? I can’t figure it out in there man – it’s like Matthew has rewired your brain!

Warren spoke nervously, yet adamantly, “This is nuts! I didn’t say Matthew is my master, did I?”

-‘Only about thirty times. Every time I wanted to know something, Matthew has you blocked it out. The only weird thing I was able to get out of the whole session was what you said about your feet.” Garret began cautiously.

-‘My feet? What about my feet?” Warren asked still nervous.

-“You said something about your feet being enslaved to Matthew – that he and he alone can hypnotize your feet. What did you mean by that?” Garret asked his friend peculiarly, much enjoying the mind-fuck he was playing on him. It was serving a double purpose too this ruse of his – helping to knock down some of Warren’s own barriers while getting Warren to trust him, and distrust Matthew.

-“I…I have no idea. I can’t believe I said those things when I was under with you. I don’t remember saying them!” Warren whined. “What the hell am I going to do?”

-‘That’s why we’re going to Dr. Vine. He’s really good with hypnotism – he’ll help you.

-“Fine. Lead the way. But after he hypnotizes me, no more! I feel like I’m being bounced around a little too much.”

-“Sure. No problem. I’m sure Dr. Vine will be the last person to ever hypnotize you again. Let’s go!”

The two left Garret’s empty dorm room not realizing that Matthew was down the hall waiting and watching intently. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Garret and Warren emerged to go out somewhere and he was determined to follow them. The game, to quote Sherlock Holmes, was now afoot!

***

-“Shit my feet are freezing for some reason!” Warren whined as the two made their way up the professor’s drivepath.

Garret chuckled to himself for he knew it was his own once hot cum freezing on his friend’s bare feet as he walked in the October New England cold of night. The thought turned him on immensely and he began to walk with a slight limp, to accommodate his growing erection.

-“Dude, this is it. We’re here, quit complaining and be nice to the Doctor. Remember who he is!” Garret intoned.

-“My master.” Warren responded, taken aback by his response. “Hey, why did I just say that? Garret? Hullo?”

Garret was at the door already and it was being opened. He seemed totally entranced. For a moment, Warren wanted to run, but he felt compelled to continue walking toward the open door and his friend.

-“Ah, I see Warren has decided to join us. Come Warren, come into my home!”

-‘Uh…sure.’ Warren replied not sure whether he wanted to go in or not. His feet were following a different leader though it seemed, marching him straight up to the house, past his friend Garret who was still standing frozen on the welcome mat outside.

The door closed behind Warren as he came slowly inside, leaving Garret frozen on the doorstep outside. Behind the door was Vlad, naked and totally spaced out.

-“Vlad, what the hell is this? What’s going on here?” Warren was slowly becoming paralyzed, with what he thought was fear. It was however a post-hypnotic command that Garret had implanted earlier. As he walked further and further into the professor’s home, his body would stiffen, making it harder and harder on him to move.

-“Your friend Vlad cannot hear you. He hears and obeys only his master now. Isn’t that right Vlad?”

-“Yes Master. I hear and obey your commands.” Vlad spoke like a sleepy military sergeant.

-‘Shit. He’s hypnotized. And where’s Garret? Is he under your spell too?” Warren asked the professor.

-“Yes, Garret is one of my slaves. And you might be surprised to know that so are you.” The professor was enjoying watching the remnants of Warren’s will assert itself.

-‘You’re a sicko man. No way am I under your power. I still got all my marbles!” Warren protested.

-‘Take off your shoes Warren. That’s an order!’

Warren instinctively kicked off his running shoes.

-“Why the heck did I just do that? I didn’t want to!” He questioned himself out loud.

-‘You have no choice but to obey me. Now sit down on the chair! Put your right foot up on your left knee. I want to show you something Warren!”

-“Geez, I’m doing it? Fuck, stop this! It’s like my body has a mind of it’s own. Ok, what am I looking at?”

-“Look at the sole of your foot Warren. What do you see?” Dr. Vine asked inquisitively.

-‘Skin.’ Warren answered truthfully.

-“Look deeper – you see how your skin shines in some areas? Look deeply. See it?” Dr. Vine toyed.

-‘Yeah, so. What is that?” Warren asked all innocently.

-“Keep looking at it Warren – notice where it shines, where it glisten and gleams… look deeper, look at your bare foot Warren, look at it and let it to hypnotize you!” Dr. Vine was slowly rehypnotizing Warren using Warren’s own foot spotted with Garret’s cum. That shine you are looking at belongs to your friend Garret I’m afraid.” Dr. Vine began.

-“What? What do you mean?” Warren asked groggily.

-“That’s Garret’s cum on your foot. He’s programmed to masturbate on the bare feet of all the guys he hypnotizes. He’s already put you under my power Warren. That’s why you can’t resist my commands!”

-“This shit here is Garret’s fuckin’ cum? Shit, get it off me! Get it off my foot!” Warren began to squirm in his seat, stirring himself out of the light trance he was in. He continued to squirm but his right foot was still stuck on his left knee and he couldn’t raise himself off the chair he was sitting on.

-“Relax Warren. Soon you will be doing the same. Like with your friend Matthew. I want you to hypnotize him and masturbate on his bare feet. Is that clear slaveboy?”

-“Fuck off! You’re a real sicko, you know that!” Warren was still struggling in his chair, still frozen in his last commanded position.

He however continued to struggle.

-“Shit, why can’t I move my fuckin’ foot man?” Warren was entirely frustrated.

Dr. Vine eyed him sympathetically before responding,

-“Your feet, just like your mind and the rest of your body – belong to me now Warren. That is why you can’t move your foot – that is why you can’t get off the chair, until I command it that is! HA HA HA!.”

-“What did you do to me, you sicko!? I’m gonna get you! I’m gonna…”

The professor cut him off.

“I think you should put your foot in your mouth warren, now!”

Warren seemed confused and dazed for a moment. Without thinking about the ludicrousness of the request, he grabbed his right foot and plunged his three biggest toes into his mouth. He then suddenly returned to his belligerent self, this time, with his foot stuck in his mouth.

The professor always liked to see the look that came next. It followed the vacant-eyed sleepy look he liked so much, the waking up look and then, the realization that in a span of a few seconds, the guy could be manipulated any which way. Usually, it was a look of horror. Warren couldn’t speak with his three biggest toes crammed into his mouth, but his eyes spoke his story. He was horrified.

-“Don’t try and speak my slave Warren. You will soon be released. Remember this?” He showed Warren the flashing strobe light that Garret had used to hypnotize him. “This is how your friend Garret hypnotized you. But I’m going to try a new technique with you Warren. Oh rest assured, I will hypnotize you and ultimately enslave you, the process has already begun. But I think… hmm.. where is Garret?

A blank-faced Vlad, frozen at attention at the door replied,

-“He is outside Master. Awaiting commands.”

-“Bring him in here!” Dr. Vine commanded.

-“Yes Master.” Vlad responded like a robot. Warren was becoming so scared he was certain he was going to have a heart attack.

Garret walked into the house his arms out-stretched toward the Doctor.

-“Come to me slave Garret, and you too Vlad. Come!” Vlad’s arms also flung forward as he walked mechanically toward his master behind Garret.

-‘Now, Garret. I think you can strip now.” Dr. Vine ordered, all the while concentrating on Warren’s terrorized face. Garret got undressed quickly and once totally naked, resumed his attentive stance on the Doctor’s right hand side.

-“What would you say Warren if I told you I was going to re-hypnotize you using only my voice and Garret’s and Vlad’s penises? Have you ever been hypnotized by a penis before Warren?” Dr. Vine was having a lot more fun with Warren than he normally has with his subjects, probably because he was most attracted to him. Warren wasn’t necessarily Playgirl material but he had that Midwest American, red-head, boy-next door look he fell over for. He just knew Warren was his favorite of all the men he’d captured and hypnotized thus far.

-“You can take your foot out of your mouth to answer me slave!” Dr. Vine commanded.

-“I’m nobody’s slave!” Warren protested meekly as his toes came out of his mouth.

-“So what do you have to say to being hypnotized by the two penises of your friends?” Dr. Vine coaxed him on.

-“Go to hell! C’mon guys wake up! Snap out of it!” Warren tried to get to his friends.

-“Good try Warren. They hear and obey only me. I am their master. Isn’t that right Vlad, Garret?”

Vlad and Garret didn’t even flinch, responding in monotonous unison,

-“Yes Master.”

-“Come to me Vlad. Come to me Garret!” The professor edged up to Warren. “Now Warren, I want you to witness the level of control I have over your friends. Garret, Vlad, erections now!” The professor’s voice was almost that of a mad scientist.

Within seconds, Garret’s penis began to inflate to its full, illustrious size of nine inches. Vlad’s penis was already semi-hard, so he was able to go rigid even faster.

-“Now, Garret and Vlad, I need you standing side by side.”

The two erect slaves shuffled until they were standing side-by-side. Standing behind them, the professor positioned the strobe light between their thighs and then locked the two boys in place. He then sat down on the floor alongside the duo so that he could reach both slaves erect penises. He then began his induction with no warning.

-“That’s right Warren, you are shocked – but you are also incredibly turned on, aren’t you?” Dr. Vine used his one free hand to grab at Warren’s crotch. Through his jeans, he showed no signs of sexual excitation.

-“Soon your body, your mind and your penis too will be hard like a rock Warren. Just keep your eyes on the swinging penises, watch them go back and forth in the flashing light. Feel yourself drift deeper, to where you were before, so sleepy, so relaxed, so at peace. Their penises are hypnotizing you Warren, say it.”

An entranced Warren repeatedly blankly,

-“Penises…hypnotizing me…”

-“Deeper and deeper Warren, listening and obeying my voice. Do you know who I am Warren?” Dr. Vine tested some of Garret’s work.

-“My master.” Warren replied back like a robot.

-“That’s right Warren. Now, sleep even deeper, sleep – sleep. Hear only my voice. Obey only my voice…”

 

CHAPTER SIX: MATTHEW

From outside Matthew couldn’t make the whole scene out. But from what little he could tell, it seemed as though Warren was being restrained while Vlad and Garret were getting hand service from this older professor looking guy.

Matthew didn’t know what to do. What if by some slight chance, this was all consensual? Were his buddies into this kind of underground stuff, and how come he never knew about it? He didn’t want to involve the cops unless he was certain foul play was involved. He thought about ringing the doorbell but figured he should stay hidden in the bushes by the window for as long as he could, so that if he did see something was wrong, he could do something about it.

Then he almost had a heart attack. Because the windows were frosted, visibility was a challenge, but it seemed as though Warren suddenly stood up, took off his turtle-neck sweater, stepped out of his pants and underwear and was just standing there, alongside Vlad and Garret, who seemed to be in similar naked states.

-“What the hell is going on in there? What are they hypnotized or something? They’re acting like fuckin’ zombies or something!” Matthew ducked back down to take a few moments to process what he was seeing. He had yet to figure out what he was going to do, but first things first.

***

“Alright men -  there’s three of you here. But one of your buddies is absent. It’s time to turn all of your attentions to hypnotizing Matthew. I have a space for him on one of my platforms. You know I just realized, except for Vlad, Garret and Warren, you two have never seen my slave gallery. Come, I will show you!” Dr. Vine lead the trio downstairs. As the three friends walked toward the stairwell, all their arms sprung upward in mid-air. Matthew caught a bit of this ceremonial walk as the three left the room.

-“So they’re in some kind of trance, there’s no question about it. So now, what the hell can I do?”

***

The basement was starting to fill up. One the first pedastol kneeled the entranced, naked duo of Han and Tyrone; behind them, Jean Jean-Claude kneeled alone, Vlad having been extricated from his place alongside him. Across from Jean-Claude, a pedastol containing Shaun and Jeff, both perfectly frozen in place, staring directly ahead, vacantly, as if totally enthralled. Chad kneeled alone behind them, the same vacant look on his face as all the others.

-“Vlad, take your position alongside Jean-Claude!” The professor ordered.

-“Yes Master.” Vlad replied before allowing himself to succumb to the pull of the podium. Within fifteen seconds he was frozen in place – that same frozen look on his face.

-“Now Warren, you see my statues?” The professor asked the entranced teen.

-“Yes Master.” Warren replied back robotically.

-“You want to see your friend Matthew here, don’t you? Frozen and under my power? I think he would look nicely next to lonely Chad, would you like that Chad?”

The long haired blond boy in the back responded with a very deep monotone of a voice –

-“Yes Master.” Never once did his eyes flinch or waver from their central staring point.

The professor made his way down the aisle, fondling each slave’s genitals, gently testing each to see if any of his slave-statues needed milking. He was usually able to tell by a feeling he got when he lightly fondled the guy’s ever-erect sack. His trek through the statues of men revealed a surprise of sorts.

-“It seems four of my statues need milking. I thought I milked most of you weeks ago? Oh well, Chad, Jeff, Han and Tyrone, I want you all to stand up and come to me! I want you all standing in line, perfectly straight, let’s go!” The professor barked.

The four guys dismounted from their podiums, limping and in Chad’s case, crawling toward his master’s commanding voice. Both of Chad’s legs were completely asleep – he couldn’t feel them.

-“Now, stand all of you! You too Chad, stand at total attention. You are all metal beams – your bodies are becoming solid as metal beams – you cannot budge an inch – totally under my power! HA HA!” Dr. Vine noticed that the foursome’s erections had become even more pronounced. They were getting used to getting milked like this, in a group setting.

-“Today we have a special treat! Warren – come here!” Dr. Vine ordered the entranced red-head toward him.

-“You will help me milk Tyrone and Jeff. I will take care of Chad and Han. On your knees Warren!” Dr. Vine ordered.

-“I… I… don’t want this!” Warren protested before dropping to his knees in front of Jeff.

-“Yes Warren we know – but you are under my power – you have no choice but to do as I command. Now, take Jeff’s hard rod in your hands!”

-“No… I… I… don’t… want…” Warren was struggling against his whole upbringing and years of biases. Despite the ripping struggle playing out in his mind however, his body moved to the beat of a different drummer – his arms flinging forward, the palms of his hands coupling the entranced Jeff’s erect genitals.

-“Why? Why are you making me do this?” Warren pleaded in sheer horror.

-“Because you are my hypnotized slave boy now Warren, and you will obey me forever!” Dr. Vine turned Warren’s head toward him so that he might give him another dose of the hypno-strobe light. As the light pulsated through Warren’s light blue eyes, his stare became all the more vacant, removed. His hands were still very gently fondling Jeff’s ever-aroused penis.

-“Now Warren – I want you to concentrate on Jeff’s dick. Move it slowly back and forth and watch it very deeply… it makes you sleepier doesn’t it Warren?” Dr. Vine coaxed.

-‘Sleepier…’ was all Warren could mutter back.

-‘You are aware Warren that I am hypnotizing you using nothing but Jeff’s penis now?” Dr. Vine asked the once-wavering lad.

-‘Yes master.’ Warren replied back monotonously.

-“Tell me then Warren, what am I doing to you now?” Dr. Vine asked the entranced teen.

-“Hypnotizing me with Jeff’s penis.” Warren droned on as expected.

Just then there was a large thud that came from the room’s entryway.

-“Alright you sick pervert, I’ve heard enough! Wake my friends up right now or I’m calling the cops! Geez, how the fuck did you get them so brainwashed?” Matthew asked in awe as he did a double take at Jean-Claude, not sure whether he was real or a mannequin.

-“Matthew, I presume?” Dr. Vine walked slowly toward the angered teen.

-“Stay away from me psycho! I ain’t gonna become one of your little statues! Just wake my buddies up and we’ll be on our way!” Matthew directed, evidently nervous.

-“But then what about your feet Matthew?” Dr. Vine asked to throw the nervous guy a curve ball.

-“My feet? What about them?” Matthew asked, still a little freaked by the scene now frozen in front of him. Vlad and Han were kneeling on a podium, Garret was standing naked in the middle of the room, Warren was fondling some guy’s dick in the middle of the room, and four other guys Matthew didn’t even recognize were all frozen and naked.

-“Your feet Matthew – they long to serve me. You want me to enslave them!” Dr. Vine inched closer to Matthew, nonchalantly taking his pocket-light out of his jacket pocket in the process.

-“You’re sick! You ain’t going anywhere near me or my feet for that matter!” Matthew affirmed, looking down at his wet converse sneakers and feeling the coldness on his toes.

-“Tell me Matthew, before I wake your friends up here. Have you ever been hypnotized?” Dr. Vine asked.

-“So what if I was…” Matthew answered tentatively.

-“So you have been! And have you ever hypnotized anyone before Matthew?” Dr. Vine got even closer to the heavy-breathing stud of the swim-team.

-“Actually, yeah, I hypnotized Warren last week or two weeks ago, so?”

-“So you must be a pupil of Dr. Finegold. He is one of my slaves too!” Dr. Vine chuckled outloud.

-“So what are you saying? Dr. Finegold hypnotized me already? Yeah, right. I think I’d know if I were that hypnotized!” Matthew blew off the Doctor’s first volley of suggestion.

-“Matthew, look into this light!” Dr. Vine commanded as he raised the light to Matthew’s vision field. “Look deeply at the light and sleep. Free your mind – free your body, just relax and listen to the sound of my voice take you deeper and deeper and even deeper into blissful, relaxing sleep.”

Matthew stood transfixed. He hadn’t counted on the professor having such a high-tech device capable of freezing and mentally commandeering someone in seconds. He knew he had fallen victim to something that was bigger than him – he was powerless to do anything about it, and he envisioned himself, in a few moments, naked and standing before the professor, ready for some faggot action. The thought slowed down his conditioning, but once under Dr. Vine’s power, a slave is incapable of resisting, even major commands like that.

-“Now Matthew, tell me, how many times have you been hypnotized by Dr. Finegold?” Dr. Vine asked the entranced teen.

-“Thirteen times, sir. Dr. Finegold is my master. I am his slave.” Matthew heard what he was saying, but was already too relaxed and spaced out to care.

-“Is this why you hypnotized Warren last week?” Dr. Vine asked with curiosity.

-“Yes. My master saw a picture of Warren and ordered me to hypnotize him.” Matthew replied back as if recalling some Sunday afternoon picnic.

-“Tell me Matthew, did Dr. Finegold tell you to do anything to Warren’s feet, if and when you hypnotized him?” Dr. Vine wanted to know if his hold over 60-year old Saul Finegold was as strong as he thought.

-“I… I had to take off Warren’s socks and cum on his bare feet.” Matthew replied sleepily.

Matthew continued to be transfixed by the pulsing light. He could feel his jacket and sweater being taken off, but all he could do was continue staring at the light. He felt his T-shirt being tugged off and then, the zipper on his jeans came undone and the next thing he realized, he was being lead toward Warren in the center of the room, with nothing but shoes and socks on. The light still flashing in his face and words now entering his brain at the speed of light it seemed.

-“Matthew, sit down on the floor!” Doctor Vine commanded.

Matthew immediately sat down on the floor, taking his eyes off the flashing light for the first time since his induction begun.

-“Now, Warren. What did you have to do to your friend Matthew?”

-“Hypnotize him and make him barefoot.” Warren replied like he was asleep.

-“Now, here’s the light, here’s Matthew, hypnotize him for me and do as you were commanded to do! Now as for you Matthew – you will wake up in a few moments, but when you do, you will think you are back in your dorm room, that it’s late at night, you have insomnia and you have just agreed to let your roommate Warren, hypnotize you. You will not realize that you are naked, or that you have shoes on. Is that all clear?”

Matthew processed the list of requests to be sure he understood.

-“Yes it’s clear.” Matthew chugged back.

-“Excellent now, Matthew at the count of three you will wake up. Warren, you will begin to hypnotize Matthew immediately after I wake him up. Is that understood slave?” Warren barely managed a blank-faced nod.

Dr. Vine turned his focus to Warren now, anxious to see if he would carry out his post-hypnotic programming on his supposedly unsuspecting room-mate.

-“One, Two, three!” Dr. Vine snapped his fingers and Matthew jarred himself awake.

-“Just sit back and relax dude. It’ll work better if you just relax your whole body!” Warren picked up as if in mid-conversation with his buddy Matthew.

-“You’re sure you know what you’re doing, hypnotizing me?” Matthew asked somewhat nervous.

-“Dude, I hypnotize Garret all the time. I promise you I won’t go turning you into a chicken or anything like that!” Warren joked as he took the light from the professor and began shining it in Matthew’s face.

-“Wow, what is that?” Matthew managed to ask before slipping back into light trance.

-‘Your destiny Matthew. Keep looking at it, as you go deeper and deeper into it, you go deeper into my power. I am your master now Matthew. And you are my slave!” Dr. Vine was happy to see that Warren’s huge member was now standing at complete attention as he watched his best friend succumb to his hypnotic power.

-“Now Matthew, I am going to take off your shoes and socks. As I remove them, you will feel yourself going even deeper into hypnosis, totally under my power, and helpless to do anything unless I otherwise command it. Is that understood Matthew?” Warren asked holding Matthew’s left ankle in mid-air as he undid the laces.

-“Yes Master.” Matthew replied back blankly, not even aware that his own sneaker was being unlaced and removed, followed by his wet sweat sock. Within seconds, Matthew was lying totally naked on the floor, under Warren’s power, and under Dr. Vine’s total control.

Warren lifted up his friend’s left foot and took a moment to look at it intently. He found himself entranced while focusing on Matthew’s bare foot. As he continued to stare into his sole, Warren could feel the precum dripping from his own penis. He stepped one step closer to Matthew and thus laid Matthew’s foot on his own imminently exploding cock. Eight seconds later, with Matthew’s foot still being used to stroke his fleeting erection, Warren’s spewed out more cum that Dr. Vine had seen from any one of his subjects. Dr. Vine was entranced himself to see just how much fluid young Warren discharged, much of it winding up as ordered, strewn over Matthew’s bare foot.

-“Excellent Warren. You are ready. Now, stand at attention!” Dr. Vine ordered the red-head.

-“Yes master!” Warren complied immediately, dropping Matthew’s foot to the floor, so as to stand up completely straight.

Matthew remained totally immobile.

-“Garret, help slave Matthew onto Chad’s podium here! Chad, it looks as though you’re getting a long-haired companion here on your stoop. You and Matthew are going to be a team. Is that understood Chad?”

-“Yes master. It is understood.” Chad replied back from his place in the center of the room.

Garret moved slowly toward what was once his buddy Matthew. He helped the comatose teen to his feet and then led him to the designated podium.

-“Position him like the others Garret! Obey your master!” Dr. Vine ordered Garret. Like an automaton, Garret manipulated his best friend so that like everyone else in the room, he was kneeling erectly on the podium, his bare feet hanging off it – he looked exactly like all the others in the room, except for one thing. He was not erect like all the others, Garret included.

-“Slave Garret, you will help Matthew get erect, now!” Dr. Vine commanded.

-“Yes Master!” Garret responded, a part of his brain still shocked that he was actually touching a penis, much less his best friend’s penis! Still, Matthew seemed completely oblivious but for the fact that his penis was hardening more and more with each and every stroke.

-“Freeze Garret! Freeze Matthew, neither of you can move!” Dr. Vine shouted as he noticed the tip of Matthew’s circumcised penis appearing over the kneeling head of Garret, much as the sun rises over a mountainous horizon. The blank, helpless look on Matthew’s face was priceless and no doubt the work of Professor Finegold. Matthew looked like a sleepy deer trapped in oncoming headlights – frozen in place now by hypnotic cement.

-“We must finish with our milking. Warren. Here is a cup for Jeff. Masturbate him!” Professor Vine commanded the red-headed teen.

-“Yes Master!” And Warren began vigorously shaking Jeff’s penis back and forth until alas, after some sixty seconds, Jeff exploded in a modest sea of semen. Warren captured nearly all of it in the designated cup. Once tapping Jeff dry, Warren turned toward Dr. Vine who was labeling Han’s cup after a similar procedure.

-“Excellent Warren! Now slave Han, slave Jeff! Return to your podiums and assume your positions!” Dr. Vine barked.

-“Yes Master.” Jeff and Han replied in unison before returning to their platform homes.

-“Now let’s see. Jean Jean-Claude, come here slave!” For the first time in weeks, the tall and lanky dark-haired Frenchman moved, it was almost surreal.

-“Yes my masteur!” Jean Jean-Claude’ frozen arms somehow flung forward as he walked robot like toward the professor in the center of the room.

-‘Take this cup and paintbrush, Jean Jean-Claude! Use the cum inside to completely cover the soles of Shaun’s feet. You are an artist – you hear and you obey!”

Jean Jean-Claude stood frozen for a moment before walking sleepily toward the frozen Shaun. Shaun used to be very ticklish on his feet, but intense hypnotic reconditioning has helped him to maintain complete control.

Jean Jean-Claude approached the blank-faced, immobile Shaun-statue in awe. Shaun had a beautiful body compared to his, and it seemed somehow, a much cuter face. When Jean Jean-Claude went around Shaun’s backside to work on his feet, he was in awe by Shaun’s perfectly symmetrical bubble-butt, to say nothing of his large, manly and well-kempt bare feet.

Jean Jean-Claude dropped to his knees in veritable ecstasy. He opened the cup and proceeded to dip his paintbrush in it. He began with Shaun’s heels, gently covering them in Han’s special Japanese seed. Soon, Shaun’s heels were glimmering in all of Han’s transluscent glory as Jean-Claude moved down Shaun’s feet ever so patiently. Shaun for his part, did not budge an inch – remaining completely inanimate throughout the procedure.

Dr. Vine stared at the blank-faced Warren who was now mechanically masturbating the frozen Tyrone. Tyrone’s erection was the largest of the group, measuring ten and a half inches in length. He also stood vacant-eyed at soldier’s like attention, seemingly oblivious to the fact that some naked red-head was jerking him off. Professor Vine had tried to teach Tyrone how to hypnotize, at one time hoping he would bring him more of his friends, but Tyrone just couldn’t do it. He had tried to hypnotize his friend Jamie, but Jamie proved to be a poor subject and after the failure, the Doctor decided to take Tyrone off hypnotist assignment and into his cellar-museum. It was also around this time when Jeff Saunders came into his graduate class and professor Vine knew as if by instinct that Jeff could make an excellent hypnotist. His instincts proved true, as Jeff hypnotized Jean-Claude, Han, Shaun, Chad and re-hypnotized Garret. Until Garret, the professor just assumed Jeff would continue on as his official student-hypno-henchman. Now Garret, younger and with greater access to the 18-20 year old swimmers, would prove to be Dr. Vine’s best trump card.

-“Garret! Come to your master!” Dr. Vine snapped.

Garret’s arms flung forward as his naked shell walked sleepily towards the Doctor.

-“Garret, take this!” Dr. Vine handed Garret the small cup with Chad’s cum in it. He also gave him a small paint-brush similar to what he gave to Jean-Claude.

-“You will use the paint in that container to paint the sole of Matthew’s right foot. His left foot is already covered in Warren’s cum, he might as well have some of Chad’s man-seed on his other foot. As you paint your friend’s foot with Chad’s cum, you will find yourself turned on to the nth degree – you desire Matthew and his bare feet sexually excite you, as does his frozen, hypnotized form. Is this all clear Garret?” The professor asked, readying his pocket-strobe light in case Garret seemed at all resistant.

-“Yes master. I hear and I obey.” Garret replied like a robot, before walking toward the back of the room where the entranced Matthew kneeled, perched on his pedestal like some kind of man-trophy.

Garret approached his buddy and took a moment to admire Matthew’s erect penis. He had never seen Matthew erect before despite the fact that he had seen him naked hundreds of times, often in the showers after swim practice. Garret then took a final glimpse at his friend’s face. The normally expressive, and fine features of Matthew’s face were completely gone. In its place, a slack-jawed stoned look that Garret also found particularly sexy. He knew Matthew was under deep hypnosis, he even knew he was under deep hypnosis, but he couldn’t care less. His conditioning prevented it. As he made his way to the back of the podium, Garret saw Matthew’s bare feet, as if for the first time. If he had seen Matthew naked hundreds of times, then as swimmers, he had seen Matthew’s bare feet thousands of times, but this time was different. For the first time, Garret became aware of just how sexy his best friend’s feet were. They were perfect as feet went, but as Garret looked deeper into them, all he could think about was how badly he wanted them and their owner…

Garret removed the lid and began painting the toes on Matthew’s right foot with Chad’s cum, just as Warren succeeded in getting Tyrone to cum. Having not released in over two weeks, Tyrone’s ejaculation was explosive, and the black teen collapsed to the floor after getting the last of his juices squeezed out of him by the hypnotized Warren.

-“Leave him there Warren! Here, take this brush and get to work painting Vlad’s feet. I think he’s my only slave that had never had his feet painted with cum before. Obey me Warren – go to Vlad!” Dr. Vine pointed.

Warren stood shakily and approached the frozen form of his buddy Vlad. He dropped to his knees at Vlad’s bare feet and began painting them as instructed with Tyrone’s sperm. Vlad didn’t budge an inch.

The professor moved around the group, more turned on that he’d been in a long time and it was all thanks to the five new slaves he had acquired over the last few weeks – Han, Garret, Vlad, Warren and Matthew. And from all indicators, the fun, was just starting.

 

CHAPTER SEVEN: JONATHAN & BOYD

-“I can’t believe Matthew and Vlad dropped out! It’s just nuts! Matthew and Vlad were better students than me!” Warren chimed as he walked around his new dorm room, totally naked.

Garret sat studying in his chair, also naked.

-“Listen Warren, Matthew is fucked up. He hypnotized us and made us lust after his feet. As far as I am concerned, good riddance!” Garret’s reasoning belied the fact that he and Warren were doing their everyday thing in their birthday suits.

-“And what about Vlad? Why do you suppose he checked out?” Warren asked.

-“He was accepted into some kind of African-exchange program, you know that!” Garret further reasoned.

-“Yeah I know that’s what everyone says. But why didn’t Vladdy ever tell us about it, huh?” Warren asked his roommate with a degree of suspicion in his voice.

-“Warren, he did tell us about it – it’s just that Matthew blocked a lot of crap out of our heads and filled the voids with crap. DO you know I still have dreams sometimes at night where I wake up because Matthew’s bare foot is squishing my face and cutting off my oxygen?” Garret was going at 100% now, intent on getting Warren onside.

-“Garret, do you think those memories that Dr. Vine helped us to get at – do you think, they’re real?” Warren asked nervously playing with his feet.

-“Warren, they’re more real than either of us know. Dude, Matthew was a closet foot-fetishist. Imagine how many times in swim practice he was eyeing our feet and getting off? Warren, you remembered what he did to you too! Cumming all over your feet, making you paint my feet with your sperm – dude, those are memories I would like to sooner forget. But it’s not that easy. Maybe we should be seeing Dr. Vine regularly. What do you say?” Garret asked his friend.

-“Uh sure.  Just… is he going to keep hypnotizing us? I don’t know if I can deal with any more memories cropping up.” Warren declared with certainty as he dismounted the bed and made his way to Garret.

-“Warren, Dr. Vine hypnotizes us whenever he wants to anyway – that’s part of the deal remember? We’re his hypnotic slaves. We must obey his commands!”

-“Uh…yeah… I remember. I am his slave. Garret, why do I have a sudden compulsion to hypnotize you?” Warren spoke slightly softer as he neared Garret.

-“That’s because that is what you are programmed to do – but not hypnotize me – hypnotize our next-door-neighbors, Boyd and Jonathan. I think Dr. Vine would like them in his collection, don’t you?” Garret asked as he turned to Warren and noticed his erection.

-“Dude, you’re hard as a rock. Why don’t you go next door and ask for “test-subjects”,that ought to give you some release.” Garret suggested.

-“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Hey, if I hypnotize them, I’ll bring them in here, for both of us to enjoy!” Warren promised as he turned to get his clothes on.

-“Deal. Just do me a favor! Don’t totally blank them out. We wanna have some fun with ‘em, right?”

-“Right. See you in twenty-two!” Warren said as he left the room, his jean shorts open, his shirt half on and half off, no shoes or sock on his feet to be seen.

Garret’s face went suddenly blank as he reached for the phone.

-“Master, Warren is hypnotizing our next-door-neighbors, Boyd and Jonathan. Boyd is light blonde. He is five feet seven or so. He is about 160 pounds. He is studious master and he wears wire-rimmed glasses. Jonathan is about six feet tall, very thin, dark skinned, black hair, and hairy body. They’re both under twenty master.” Garret’s report was thorough, the way the Doctor liked it.

The Doctor kept Garret on the phone for a while, further deepening Garret’s trance and his control over him.

-“Listen to me Garret. When Warren returns with one or both of your neighbors, you will each masturbate on their feet. Is that understood? Dr. Vine ordered.

-“Yes master. I will masturbate on Boyd or Jonathan’s bare feet!” Garret replied blankly.

-“And then, you and Warren will bring the new slave or slaves to me, is that clear?” Dr. Vine chirped over the receiver.

-“Clear master.”

-“Then I am going to hang-up. After I do, you will wait thirty seconds and then wake up, hearing the dial tone, you will think you answered a hang-up call. You will not remember making this phone call. Repeat!” Dr. Vine ordered.

-“I will not remember making this phone call.” Garret barked back.

-“Oh yes, and Garret… what are you wearing now?” Dr. Vine asked playfully.

-“Nothing master. I am totally naked, as ordered sir.”

And then there was the dial tone.

 

-“Awgh c’mon Warren. We’ve only known you for a few weeks, what would you say if we wanted to hypnotize you?” Boyd asked as he folded some of his laundry. Warren immediately noticed that Boyd was wearing Tevas flip-flops, his bare feet, exceptionally manicured and well taken care of in full view.

-“I’d let you do it. In fact, my first semester here, I allowed this Japanese exchange student to hypnotize me for the same class. I got so into it, I signed up for the class this year. C’mon, it’s not working on my roommate Garret and chances are, it won’t work on you guys anyways. Just let me try!” Warren whined.

-“I don’t mind you trying to hypnotize me Warren.” Jonathan smiled, trying to be friendly and polite.

-“That’s the spirit Jonathan, now what about you Boyd? Come on, I promise I won’t turn you into a chicken or anything!” Warren chirped.

-“Oh alright. I guess there’s no harm in it.” Boyd conceded, putting his laundry aside and sitting down on the foot of his bed. “What should we do?”

-“Why don’t you each lie down on the beds and I’ll just talk you each into a light trance. Then, I’ll use this special strobe light to intensify the hypnosis, assuming you’re under in the first place. Ok?” Warren asked readying himself for his date with destiny. He was so anxious to hypnotize Boyd and Jonathan that in his excitement, he almost came in his pants. It was all he could do to contain his penile excitement as Boyd kicked off his flip-flops before plopping himself onto his bed, now barefoot. Jonathan, he noticed, was wearing gray sweat-socks.

-“Alright guys, just listen to my voice and relax. Try and block out all other sounds and distractions as you focus on my relaxing voice. Let yourselves go – release all the stress and tension of the day while you focus on my voice. Never losing focus of my voice. Deeply relaxed…focused on my voice, feeling sleepy, but still focused on my voice. Listening to the sound of my voice…” Warren’s hypnotist voice purred on like this until he was certain that both Boyd and Jonathan were lightly under. He stood and admired his work for a moment – two guys, asleep now because he made them that way. It was so hot, he squirmed as he adjusted his bulging crotch through his shorts. Now the only question was, who gets the strobe light first – Boyd or Jonathan.

Warren decided on Boyd, since he was barefoot already. He dropped to the side of the bed and activated his strobe light, positioning it on Boyd’s already entranced-eyes.

-“Look into the light Boyd – look deeper into the light – feel your will leaving you – you have no will of your own – you obey me, your master!”

A deeply entranced Boyd responded back mechanically, “I obey you my master” as he continued to gawk at the spiraling lights.

-“Deeper Boyd, deeper, you are being hypnotized – your mind and your will are frozen Boyd – you obey only my voice. You are my slave, and you must obey all my commands.”

-“Must obey all your commands.” Boyd replied back like a robot.

-“Now, as for you Jonathan, open your eyes and look into the light!” Warren commanded of the sleeping teen.

Jonathan opened his brown eyes and was immediately hit with a mega-dose of the hypno-beam. His eyes were transfixed, his stare already sufficiently vacant.

-“Look deeper into the light Jonathan and surrender your will to me – obey me Jonathan, for I am your master, and you are my slave! Deeper and deeper Jonathan, feel your mind and body becoming paralyzed – you are frozen stiff now Jonathan – you do not feel your socks coming off your feet now!” Warren continued to hold the light with his left hand while maneuvering Jonathan’s feet closer so that he could remove his socks. Jonathan had very thin and long feet, but his socks were still exceptionally tight. Warren struggled for a few minutes as he ripped Jonathan’s socks from his feet.

Finally, he stepped back. His first attempt at hypnotism was obviously a success and Doctor Vine would be very proud of him. But first, he had to do good on a promise he made to his friend Garret, nearly half an hour ago. He would bring the hypnotized Boyd and Jonathan into their dorm room for some real fun.

-“Attention slaves! Boyd, Jonathan, sit up and obey me!” Warren commanded. In unison both Boyd and Jonathan sat up in bed, both sporting looks of complete compliance and vacancy.

-“You will both come with me back to my room!” Warren commanded before turning to leave. Both Boyd and Jonathan got off their beds, moving like sleepwalkers toward the door and the waiting Warren.

Looking over the sexy twosome, Warren knew that Garret would be very pleased as well.

 

CHAPTER EIGHT: SAUL & THE HYPNO-ELITE

Dr. Vine walked amidst the jungle of frozen hypnotized college men, admiring each one’s frozen form, each one’s bareness. He had always been attracted to the sight of a man’s bare feet, particularly the soles of their feet, and from as early on as he could remember, he was using hypnotism as a guise to explore his male foot fetish. His older brother Joey bore much of the early brunt of his younger brother’s hypno-foot fetish and for a while, the fifteen year old Chuck (now Dr. Charles Vine) was satisfied.  It wasn’t until grade ten or eleven or so that he began to use his older brother, for recruitment purposes. And Joey brought home many good looking college friends, whom he had hypnotized on Chuck’s behalf. And so it began. In University, Charles Vine learned everything there was to know about hypnotism. He practiced on anyone willing to partake, women included, but he quickly realized, he liked having the men “under his spell”, and he set out on a series of experiments designed to increase his cognitive and motor control of deeply hypnotized male subjects. One of his first subjects? His professor at the time, Dr. Saul Finegold, then a distinguished gentleman in his late forties, but as Charles recalled, still at that time, very sexy.

Dr. Vine emerged from his reveries feeling a tad claustrophobic. His collection was indeed growing. At this rate, he would soon need another basement, he thought for a moment as he played with Vlad’s frozen left foot.

-“I can store a few of you in my bedroom, upstairs!” Professor Vine suddenly snapped to, determined to decide which three boys would have the privilege of domiciling in his upstairs bedroom.

He left Vlad’s foot to stand at the entrance of the basement, examining his harem of hypnotized college studs. As he did, he nearly stepped on the oncoming and entranced form of Dr. Saul Finegold.

Dr. Saul Finegold had been head of the Psychology Department at Carper’s for ten years, before retiring and turning to teaching part-time. He was a tall, five foot eleven, graying man, who still had specks of his original orange hair color on his head and face. He sported a beard and was even hairier than Vlad. Doctor Finegold made an excellent slave-statue twenty years ago, but know he was functioning as Dr. Vine’s chief-hypnotist.

-“Ah, Saul, what are you doing here?” Dr. Vine enquired as he flashed the strobe light in Dr. Finegold’s eyes.

-“I am here to report master!” Saul eyes became even more vacant, his will, totally compliant.

-‘Then go ahead, Saul. Who else have you hypnotized for me lately?’ Dr. Vine asked.

-“His name is Enrique Galissos, master. He is nineteen and has a steady girlfriend master who is getting suspicious.” Saul Finegold droned on, sounding remarkably like his ex-student Chad, someone who he had referred to Jeff, for some psychology tutoring.

-“Have you masturbated on his bare feet yet?” Dr. Vine asked as he brought the ever-flashing strobe light closer to the sixty-year olds eyes.

-“Yes master. He has absolutely gorgeous feet master. Like Shaun, perfect, long and meaty, as you like master!” Dr. Finegold wasn’t even aware of where he was, much less what he was saying.

-“You will also note that Matthew is now permanently a part of my slave collection. In fact, I am even debating bringing him upstairs to my soon to be constructed boudoir slave-gallery. What do you think, slave?” Dr. Vine coaxed the blank faced senior.

-‘I hear and I obey!’ Dr. Finegold replied, standing to attention and awaiting further instructions.

-“Then take off your shoes and socks when you address me! As my slave, you know you must be barefoot in my presence at all times!” Dr. Vine commanded masterfully.

-“Yes Master!” Saul Finegold replied blankly before kicking off his duck-boots and peeling off his construction-type socks with his big toes.

-“Now my slave Saul, who do you think are the three best looking young men here?” Dr. Vine asked curiously.

Saul Finegold took a moment to exit the depths of his trance to thoroughly look around the room. Within seconds he had his robotic answer.

-“I think Chad, Matthew and Shaun are the best looking slaves you have master.” Saul droned robotically.

-“You know slave, I think you are right!” Dr. Vine exclaimed triumphantly, before ordering Shaun, Chad and Matthew off their podiums.

Within seconds, the blank-faced trio of Chad, Shaun and Matthew disembarked their frozen platforms and approached the two Doctors, arms ever-outstretched, wills ever paralyzed and commandeered.

-“Saul, take Matthew, Chad and Shaun to my bedroom upstairs. Lie them down on the bed and await further instructions!” Dr. Vine ordered his blank-faced colleague while still pushing the strobe light closer to his eyes and face.

-“Yes Master. I hear and I obey.” Saul walked behind Shaun and pushed his naked back forward, ordering the threesome, “Mush you dogs! Up the stairs now! Obey me! Get on your knees dogs and follow me up the stairs!”

Chad fell first. Then Shaun, then finally Matthew. Each on all-fours, Dr. Saul proceeded to lead the “pack” up the stairs this way. He knew it would entertain his master all the more. Doctor Vine for his part was examining each “dog’s” butt as they made his way past him. Soon he would have them all, in his bed, to wake to with every morning.

-“Now as for the rest of you – remain frozen. You belong to me. I am your master. I will return shortly!” Dr. Vine left the room, eyeing Vlad’s dangling foot from the corner of his eye. He liked Vlad’s feet, particularly since they were wide and very manly. Maybe he’d have Vlad join the group later when the foot orgy he imagined would be underway.

 

- “So which one do you want first?” an enthusiastic Warren asked the naked Garret, who was still on his swivel chair studying.

Garret popped his head out from his book to see the mesmerized twosome of Boyd and Jonathan standing alongside Warren.

-“Geez, they look out of it. How long did you expose them?” Garret asked seriously.

-“Dude, they’re not exposed, well, except for their feet I guess.” Warren answered back semi-comically. “Besides, I told you I wouldn’t touch them until you had your way with one of them!”

-“I’ll take Boyd – he looks like he might even be a virgin!” Garret exclaimed out of nowhere.

-“You think?” Warren asked stripping off his shorts and t-shirt.

-“Who knows. Alright, get them both on the bed, we’ll check ‘em out!” Garret was behaving oddly, but Warren just dismissed it as the study mode he was in.

-“Alright Jonathan, Boyd, I want you to walk to the two beds and lie down on them. When you do, you will be ten times more deeply hypnotized than you are right now.” Warren droned on, much like Dr. Vine had taught him.

Boyd and Jonathan moved sluggishly toward the beds at the end of the room. Boyd lay down first and immediately seemed to exit his body. His draped form caressing the bed, he lay motionless, totally commandeered. Jonathan was lying down too now. As he did, his face took on an even blanker expression, as his mind focused unilaterally on the next set of commands he would receive.

Warren looked over the two comatose youngsters and turned toward his friend Garret.

-‘So you like? Warren asked pointing at the beds where Jonathan and Boyd lay.

-“Actually, neither is really my type. But I guess it could be interesting to play around with Mr. Preppy here. Geez, look at him! Dude, he completely out of it!

-“Well, he’s not. He’ll obey any of my commands!” Warren defended himself. “Just watch! Boyd listen to my voice and obey…” Warren began sluggishly.

Boyd, eyes closed merely repeated back in a whisper, “Obey”.

-“Your body is heating up – you are on fire – you want to take off your clothes. Sooo hot in here now Boyd – you want to be totally naked.

The blonde haired Boyd took a second or two to process the suggestion before beginning to squirm in the bed. He was obviously beginning to feel the heat, completely unaware of the fire that was soon to follow.

He began by slipping out of his sweatpant-shorts, then, his t-shirt came off. Finally, his Calvin boxers found themselves at his ankles, as Boyd, now cooler, became noticeably more relaxed.

-“His body is decent. Nothing to write home about.” Garret inspected Boyd’s frozen form. “So like, why did you pick these two as your first subjects War?” Garret asked.

Warren looked around the room nervously a little before replying.

-“If you want the honest truth, even though I know I’m not gay, if I was, I’d be attracted to Jonathan. There’s something weird about him, I dunno what it is…” Warren tried to rationalize his choice of victims to his discerning friend.

-“Really, you think Jonathan is hot man?” Garret asked joshing his redhead friend.

-“I like a skinny guy and I like the fact that he is hairy. I also like the fact that he is dark-skinned, and his face seems almost perfectly designed for hypnosis. Look at his face Garret – he’s not even under that deeply and look how zoned out of it he looks! Dr. Vine will love it, especially how since we saw how much he liked Matthew looking like that!” Warren suddenly stopped himself.

-“Garret, what if Dr. Vine still has Matthew in his clutches? And he didn’t actually leave the school?”

Garret’s eyes were glued to the soles of Boyd’s feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, even to answer or acknowledge Warren’s question.

-“Garret, what’s with you, are you hypnotized or something?” Warren asked his semi-entranced buddy.

-‘Wha? Oh, yeah, I think I’m going under or something…” Garret’s voice waned.

Warren turned toward Jonathan to sneak a peak of Jonathan’s bare feet. Still clothed, Jonathan hadn’t moved an inch since he lay down on the bed. Warren’s eyes caught Jonathan’s bare feet and within seconds, he was in a similar state as Garret – paralyzed, sleepy, not knowing what to do.

The two stood there, over the beds occupied by Boyd and Jonathan, for what seemed like hours, each completely enthralled with the sight before them. Then, after some time, Garret turned robotically and approached the phone. Picking it up without thinking and dialing, Garret was soon speaking with Dr. Vine again.

-“Yes Master. Boyd and Jonathan are here and hypnotized. So is Warren master. Yes Master, we will bring them to you tonight master. I hear and I obey.”

Garret hung up the phone and turned toward his frozen buddy, Warren.

-“Get Boyd dressed. We have to go see Dr. Vine.” Garret commanded sleepily.

Warren replied back dazed,

-“Dressed…Boyd…Dr.Vine…I understand…” And he slowly began to re-dress his hypnotized victim.

 

CHAPTER NINE: DR. VINE?

Dr. Vine’s bedroom-boudoir was, like his basement, starting to fill up. On his Kingsize bed, lay the comatose and hypnotized bodies of Matthew and Chad and Shaun in that order. All three were lying down but none of them looked comfortable. They had been commanded to put their bodies into a metal-beam state and each was lying at strict military style attention. Of course, given Dr. Vine’s bias for the male foot, all three boys were lying just at the point on the bed so that their ankles dangled off the footboard. In the corner, standing at vacant-eyed attention was Professor Finegold, also completely mesmerized.

Dr. Vine walked into the room with a bottle of hot scented oil he had prepared for his men’s feet. He took a second to admire the three pairs of bare feet dangling before him as he knelt down to get to work. All three guys had had their bare feet painted earlier with semen and now dried, the skin on their soles of their feet had that crinkled look Doctor Vine loved so. He was about to start applying the oil to Chad’s left foot and Shaun’s right foot when a thought occurred to him. He hadn’t played with Saul’s feet in years.

He stood up to examine the once princely professor he hypnotized years ago. Not bad. Then he wondered,

-“Slave Saul? Do you still go every week for your pedicure?” Dr. Vine asked while staring intently at the blank-faced sixty year old.

-“Yes Master!” Saul barked back complBoydtly.

-“Slave Saul, I want you to lie down on the bed next to Matthew. Since you hypnotized him first you should be apart of his complete enslavement!” Dr. Vine was in virtual ecstasy as Saul Finegold made his way to the bedside and then, positioning himself much as he did the three others. He was now completely a part of the group.

Dr. Vine took a moment to admire Saul’s bare feet. Though he was sixty, if you were just looking at his feet, you couldn’t tell.

Dr. Vine began by massaging Saul’s left foot against Matthew’s right. Interestingly, both men had similar sized feet, Matthews being slightly thinner and longer than Saul Finegold’s. As he massaged their feet with ever greater intensity, he watched for any sign of reaction from either of the two men. Nothing. Both hadn’t moved an inch and Matthew’s exposed penis remained ever pointing northward.

He moved on to Shaun and Chad – two of the boys he most prized in his collection. Garret and Warren had since joined this list as well for their good looks and now, their proven abilities as a hypnotist. He thought about it for a moment, the prospect of retiring Garret to his bedroom boudoir and then he decided against it. As he continued to massage Chad and Shaun’s feet together, rubbing the hot oil into them like a man possessed, he secretly wished Garret could be there with him now, though he knew he would be there shortly, with several new specimens.

Shaun and Chad’s eyes, wide-open and totally vacant, continued to stare upward at the ceiling as if watching some engrossing movie. Neither flinched as the hot oil made contact with the bare soles of their feet, and like Matthew, both sported large erections throughout.

Chad for his part was totally lost. In his mindscape a recurring mantra replayed like a record stuck on a single track: “M