Game Boy (hypno mast)
by Gentry DuVane
(c) 1997 by Gentry DuVane
Most things start small. It’s only later that they snowball into something more memorable. Skills are like that. Events too. Power… Well, you know what they say about power.
It seems so long ago when the following story happened. Long before the other events, the other men, the other opportunities and the greater temptations. But the smallest of pleasures can be ambrosia when they are your first.
I owned a house. Not a large house, mind you, but a nice one nonetheless. It has two bedrooms and lots of spare living space. My husband and I (both guys, mind you), had lived here for a few years. I bought it; Bill didn’t have the income to be a part-owner, but that worked fine for my finances. He paid rent. So did our straight boy roommate, Thomas.
Before you get your hopes up, Tom really is straight. He was seeing a woman most of the time he was living with us. They were an okay couple, although some of their habits drove Bill and me up the wall. You know how people in relationships can be. Thomas isn’t particularly great looking either, although that didn’t stop Bill from a major case of best friend-lust. Tom is 5’10”, stringy blond hair, and smooth, thin body. His teeth are crooked, and his chin usually has something far closer to fuzz than stubble on it. Thomas is 21, but usually I forget he really is legal.
Like I said, Bill had a thing for Thomas. I guess I did, too, but not quite so bad. Nice guy, smooth body, amiable personality. That’s how I always thought of it for the first year or so he shared the house with us. Amiable. Thomas always prefers to go along and avoid the fight, avoid any sort of confrontation. Thing is, he also likes the attention he gets from us. It’s almost odd, but somehow it makes sense for Thomas.
Here’s an example: Bill owns a variety of game systems that we hook up to our big screen TV. Thomas loves to play them. So does Bill for that matter. But when Bill is playing and Thomas wants to, Bill will usually let him. Not because of any altruistic generosity, but because when Bill surrenders the game to Thomas, Bill gets to touch him. I don’t mean a little bit here and there, but something between a massage and a minor mauling. Only about 5% of Thomas is off-limits when that happens. Not that I mind, of course. I get my share of handsome men plaint beneath my touch now and then, too. Thomas included; he does have a smooth young body, after all.
You may have gathered that I don’t play video games the way Bill and Thomas do. Instead, I’m an internet fan. I surf now and then, but more often I enjoy talking with people. I’ve met some very unusual ones, people with hobbies and interests that I found as surprising as they were fascinating. While they learned how to be tomb raiders and master generals, I learned that synonyms for amiable and easy-going included agreeable, pliable, and (best of all) suggestible .
Bill was away for two weeks on one of his vacations. I’ve gotten used to them, and to having a little time apart now and then. We both enjoy ourselves, and it makes homecoming all the more fun. Besides, we have rather flexible rules, so there are often great stories to share when we finally see each other.
It was a Thursday night when fantasy finally became reality. Thomas was playing some game with a lot of sword swinging and people dying; I had just logged off AOL where I’d been chatting with the guys in my favorite room. I went upstairs, feeling more horny than interested in his game. If nothing else, I could at least touch the boy for a while.
Thomas was on the floor in front of the big screen TV, just as I knew he would be. I plopped down on the floor behind his thin young body and asked how it was going.
“Okay,” he said. He’s not very talkative while playing. But neither is he discouraging of my presence.
I reached out and started to rub his back lightly. It’s always a safe bet that he won’t stop me. Like I said, he likes the attention, so long as it doesn’t go past his boundaries. Soon, one hand turned into two hands, and I was giving him a light massage, careful not to interfere with the game playing. When I noticed how he moved to accommodate my reach, I realized how often I had seen him do it before – and how clear a sign of susceptibility it was.
My god, this boy was the perfect subject, just waiting to be taken.
“The game sure looks active. Can’t afford to take your eyes off it for a minute.”
“Nope.” My hands continued to rub his smooth shoulders (reaching through the loose t-shirt neck), and moved slowly up his soft, slender neck into the corn silk blond hair.
“I’ve always been impressed by the way you can focus on the game so totally that it’s like you’re actually there. You barely seem to notice anything else, and the massage doesn’t distract you at all.” I paused, but didn’t give him enough time to reply. “It’s really amazing the way you can get into the game so deeply. But then, I’m not saying anything important enough that you really have to listen to me. And the massage makes it easy to relax and enjoy yourself while you focus on the game.”
He realized I wasn’t expecting an answer and kept playing. Me, I kept talking. “I’m just glad you’re willing to trust me and let me enjoy touching you this way while you play the game. I know how much you enjoy the game, and I certainly enjoy this.” I slipped in a couple comments about his gaming, inane ones to keep his attention focused, then added about another five minutes of unimportant droning. As I spoke, I watched the way he focused on the game and seemed to tune out my words. That was fine for now. I wanted to be sure that I had become the white noise behind his playing, the thing he didn’t have to spare a conscious thought for.
“The game really is fascinating. It must take all your attention to stay alive and not miss a single clue, Thomas. You do it very well, and I know how much you love playing. Don’t worry about tuning me out. I’m just glad to be here with you, helping you to feel relaxed and comfortable. I can tell how comfortable you are; your body is very relaxed and at ease with me. It always is, Thomas. Your mind is sharp and focused on the game, but your body can relax and enjoy the attention I give it. The perfect combination, isn’t it?” I didn’t tell him what exactly it was perfect for. That was for me to know.
“It’s just too bad how the furnace kicked in. The vent is going to be blowing directly on you now. I know you’re pretty warm blooded anyway, so you’ll probably be feeling very warm soon.” I kept talking quietly, interspersing game comments with unimportant things and my carefully chosen suggestions. “I love the way you can tune me out and let me touch you as you focus on your game. I like the feel of your muscles moving as you play. Slender, firm muscles. You don’t have to pay any attention to my touch or to my babbling. It just drifts in one ear and out the other. No conscious effort on your part, but I enjoy it, and you don’t have any trouble focusing on your game at all.
“Boy, can you feel that warm air coming out of the vent? It’s blowing directly at you, so you’ve got to be getting pretty warm now. I’m sure you can feel the heat. The game’s going very well, Thomas. You always do so well when you play these games. I’m very impressed by your skill. Wow, that heat is getting pretty strong. Good thing you only have a t-shirt to take off. I’m sure it will feel better without it.”
Even though I wandered back to less directed commentary, it only took a moment before he found a convenient spot and paused the game. “Is it just me,” he asked, turning to look at me, “or is it getting really warm in here?” He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor beside him. In two seconds, he had the controller back in his hand and the action resumed.
Success was sweet. Though Thomas was consciously ignoring me, his subconscious mind heard me and believed what I told it. I had told him he was hot, and he was. That, I realized with a thrill down my spine, would be only the beginning.
But now that Thomas had reaffirmed my presence, I had to take my time. I started to rub his body again lightly, without distracting him from his game. Soon I started commenting about the action, then, when his expression revealed that he wasn’t really listening to me any more (consciously at least!), I started back into the more suggestive banter.
“You are very good at focusing only on the game Thomas. I’ve been watching you, and it’s as if you can tune me out entirely. You don’t have to listen to my words, because your conscious mind is so totally focused on the game. You play it amazingly well, and you really enjoy doing that. You’re very relaxed, too. Your body is very relaxed and enjoying itself right now. The separation of mind and body, focused and relaxed. You enjoy this, and you always have. You just never realized exactly what it was, did you? No matter. It feels good. You don’t need to think about it at all. Just let it happen.”
Focus and Relax. The only true door to hypnosis. Walk it for me, boy, (I thought), and let’s see where it goes.
“Feel how rested you are, Thomas, and how energized for your game. You can focus on it with a clarity that escaped you before. Nothing else distracts you now, not even my words. You don’t listen to the consciously any more, Thomas. They are going in one ear and out the other, perhaps noted only by your subconscious as they go through. You’re not listening to me at all, Thomas. No more than you pay attention to the touch of my hands. You don’t have to spare a tough for them at all.” As I said the last, I moved my hand up and along the inside of his arm, so that if I were to continue he’d have to move his arm out slightly. Without a thought or a comment, he adjusted his grip on the game controller and allowed me access to the section of arm that I was reaching for. Without thought.
I had him. Boy did I have him!
“Thomas, you don’t even notice I’m here any more. It’s so easy to keep going, to focus on your game, and forget that I’m even here with you. Feel how comfortable you are. You’re warm and feeling fantastic about the fun you are having. I know you trust me, Thomas, and that’s why this is working so well for you. You enjoy letting go of all your concerns beside the game for now. Feel how they all disappear and you continue to play.” And he was. The devastation he was leaving in his wake was truly astounding. I’ve never seen someone so good at these games; he certainly had Bill beat when it came to that.
“Thomas, you like not thinking about the fact that I’m here. It makes you feel great and makes the game go even better. You don’t want to think about me here, and so you don’t. It’s as if I’m no longer here with you, Thomas. You don’t see me, or hear me, or even feel me. Although subconsciously you feel my touch and hear my words, they make you feel safe and warm. You know that’s the truth, and it has been for a long time. You like this arrangement, and it feels right to you. That’s why you’ve always enjoyed letting us touch you while you game. Relax and focus, Thomas. Relax and focus.” My hands were already sliding along his bare legs now, smooth and soft beneath the touch of my fingers. He never turned his eyes away from the game; there was no indication that he saw my hands at all.
“Feel how totally at ease your body has become. As I slide my hand up the side of your neck, you tip your head to one side – yes, just like that – and let me slide my fingers into your hair without even slowing in your game. I know you barely notice my presence, and it never has to cross your conscious mind at all. You feel so free and unfettered now, Thomas. You feel fantastic and alive. This is the way you wish it could always be.”
I paused a moment in my dialogue and decided where I wanted to take it this first time. There were so many options! “Thomas, you are having a wonderful time playing; there is almost nothing you enjoy more. You don’t know I’m here any more. In fact, you are totally alone. You feel good knowing that you have the house to yourself tonight. All alone in the house, now. The house to yourself, totally. You love the PlayStation, but there are other things you enjoy, too. In fact, you are starting to think about the things you can do when you have the house to yourself, Thomas. You know what you like to do when you are alone. And suddenly, it’s starting to make you feel very horny. Feel how you can’t help thinking about it, even though you try to focus on the game. The thoughts become stronger, and you feel like you’re going to make mistakes if you don’t stop playing soon – at least for a little while.” I watched the loose shorts he wore, and I saw that the suggestions were reaching him. My hands, I moved them along his body as I had been for half an hour, but I focused one on his nipples and the other on his legs. Slowly I moved them closer and closer to his crotch. The results were becoming more pronounced all the time.
“Thomas, you have the house to yourself now. No one else is home. You are getting too horny to continue. God, it would feel good to stop for a few minutes right now. The desire is almost overpowering. You want to stop and take care of it. You can’t get the thought out of your mind--”
“Finally!” he said, stopping the game at a convenient spot and throwing down the controller. I barely had time to back up as he nearly leaped to his feet and headed toward his room.
“You’re all alone tonight, Thomas. It would be great to use Bill’s queen size bed today. All that room…”
As if caught in indecision, he paused in the hallway, looking at the two doors. “All alone tonight, Thomas. You know Bill wouldn’t mind at all, and you’d love to tease him when he comes back. You know he’ll love knowing you masturbated in his bed. It’s a great idea, Thomas. You know you gotta do it.”
The suggestion was absolutely true, and subconsciously he knew it. It was a sure thing, and he pushed open the door to our room and stepped inside. The bed was made, and the pillows were stacked up. It was easy for him to slide across the bed and lean back. He ran his hand across his chest, down the fine trail of hair at his
belly, and then across his tightening shorts.
“You’re all alone, Thomas, and incredibly horny. You don’t know I’m here at all. You don’t see me or feel me or hear me.”
Thomas glanced at the open door, hesitating again. “You know he’ll love this when you tell him about it. Besides, you’re too horny now to go and close the door. God, you’re getting hard. You have to pull it out now, Thomas, or it’s going to explode.”
He reached long, slender fingers down to his shorts, slipped them back from his 28 inch waist, and left his 7” tool standing at partial attention. His slender hands began to brush it, and his dick lengthened. My hands drifted cautiously, anxiously, to his nipples; I touching him, playing with him. I murmured my nonpresence into his ears, and he believed me. He was totally alone on the bed Bill and I share, stroking his hard cock. I could see that he was beginning to daydream as he stroked. Well, I’d gotten him into this mess, so the least I could do was help out!
“Thomas, feel how excellent it is to stroke yourself. It’s a great feeling, and even better knowing that you’re in someone else’s bed. You like the big bed in here, Thomas. It gives you room to stretch out and imagine so much! Feel how hard you start to become, Thomas. You want to cum, but you know that you want to milk it for all that it’s worth. It will be so easy to wait this time, building it stronger and more powerful…
You imagine lips at your nipple, sucking lightly, playing with you, arousing you. You know that Bill wants to do that to you. You know he’d love to be the one. You imagine what it might be like to have him lick your nipples.” I lean forward and dart my tongue across his little, hard nipples. “And you find yourself getting harder. The though of Bill at your nipples makes you hornier, Thomas. It’s true! He wants to do you so much! You feel harder now, thinking about it.” I move in again, sucking lightly. “You think about him sucking, how much he wants you, and you get harder. It feels wonderful, daydreaming about him wanting you, here in his bed! God you’re getting so hard. It’s building great. You know you can get even more! Keep thinking about his mouth, the hungry way he’d love to be here servicing you.” Each phrase was interspersed with a touch, with a dart of my tongue or the brush of my lips. I was harder than a rock, and trying not to play with it myself. Plenty of time for me later…
“The thought of Bill servicing you gets you harder. You want to try it for real, when he’s home. The thought makes you hard just coming to the decision. It’s the right decision to make. God are you hard, Thomas!”
His hand began to stroke faster, harder. The expression on his face began to shift toward that unaware bundle of unfocused anticipation and furious desire. I touched his body, every inch that I could, and played with his balls. As my fingers moved below them, he lifted his ass slightly and my fingers played at his smooth hole. Not yet, I told myself, but next time. He wanted to be touched. “You want to be touched, Thomas. God, it will be so hot to be touched by Bill. You know that you’ll have to let him touch you totally next time he tries, Thomas. You imagine his hands on your cock, his mouth on your cock, and you know what you’re going to cum! Feel how close you’re getting. So close, but not just yet. You have to hold just a moment longer. If you can… If you can…
“Soon it will happen. Build it up. Make it stronger. Stroking furiously, Thomas, thinking of Bill’s mouth on your cock. It’ll be the best you’ve ever cum! The best. You’ll have to scream, it feels so fantastic!”
I watched him as he moved closer and realized he was already at the brink. It was time to finish him off. “When you cum, you’ll have the guys on your mind totally. You must want them to do you. Especially Bill, when he comes back next week. It’ll be even better than this, the best cum of your life!
“Almost time to cum… Almost time… NOW, Thomas! NOW!”
“YAAAAHHHHSSSS!” His face contorted, and his body arched and shook. The milky white cum shot in a strong arc and struck his shoulders, splashed his chin. “Stroke it, Thomas! God, it’s so good!”
His body obeyed, and he shot four more times… five more times… six… before finally slowing and relaxing.
“Bill loves the taste of cum,” I told his pliant mind. “You have some on your chin. You wonder what it tastes like, Thomas.” The boy hesitated. His hand lingered over his chest. “The cum on your chin, you wonder what it tastes like. It’s yours. You know it’s safe No one will ever know, Thomas. You can’t help your self. You must taste it.”
Finally, hesitantly, his hand reached out and curled around the splash of cum. His finger moved toward his lips, and a tongue took the fluid in. “It’s delicious, Thomas. It reminds you of how good it is to cum. You know Bill will love to see you do this, and he’ll be jealous because he’s not allowed to. It’s so much fun to tease him, Thomas!”
The blond boy smiled broadly with his crooked teeth. Bits of cum clung to his fuzzy growth at his chin, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Thomas, you’re suddenly very tired. The game will be okay. You can close your eyes for a few minutes now, and sleep. Nothing to worry about at all. You’re safe and warm. Nothing to worry about. Just sleep.”
As his eyes closed, I reached for a rag and began to wipe the cum from his chest. I was careful not to miss a drop. Then, as I ran my fingers through his corn silk hair, I began making a few gentle suggestions to his sleeping mind.
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There’s the basement door, Thomas thinks. Jon must be coming up from his office. No problem. He never makes me stop playing. He probably just misses Bill. Well, it’s only a couple days now before he’s back.
Jon’s sitting behind me, Thomas thinks. Still no problem. I never mind when he touches me. It actually feels really great. And he does touch me after a minute or so When he touches my bare skin with his wonderful hands, it occurs to me how funny it is I don’t remember taking off my shirt. No problem. Certainly not worth thinking about.
Gentry leans close to me, and I feel his breath on my neck. “Time to turn on my Game Boy,” he whispers in my ear, and I suddenly forget that there was ever anything else to think about but him…
--THE END