The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 10 (hypno celeb)

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Chet stepped up and rang the Harper’s doorbell.

Mrs. Harper answered the door. Her hungry eyes took in the hunky youth.

“Hello, Chet. Have you come to-“ she reached up and stroked his pec lustfully, “fix my pipes?”

Actually, I thought I’d leave that for tonight, Chet answered, “It is Mr. Harper’s bowling night, isn’t it?”

“Why yes, I believe it is,” Mrs. Harper said.

“I’m actually here to see Davis. I had to miss the afternoon at school and he promised to take in my homework for me. Is he around?”

“Yes, he’s up in his room. Go on up. I’ll see you….later.” She patted his bottom.

“Sure,” Chet said, not meaning it. He went up the stairs and peeked in a few doors till he found the one that contained Davis.

Davis was sitting at the windowsill halfheartedly doing some homework but mostly was keeping watch out his window.

“Looking for me?” Chet asked.

Davis was so startled that he fell off his chair.

Chet smiled to himself as he shut the door behind him with a click.

“Jesus! You scared me! What are you doing here? And how?” Davis asked.

“Your mom let me in. She thinks I’m getting homework off you. I saw you. I saw you looking at me this morning and…”

“Oh geez! You’ve come to pound me! Oh God, look, I’m sorry, it’s just you were so big, so…”

“I thought you might like a closer look,” Chet said pulling off his shirt.

Davis trailed off and his mouth dropped open.

Chet moved closer and moved Davis against his bed. Davis’ legs collapsed and he fell against it, sitting on his bed.

“That’s a good look for you,” Chet commented, “Your mouth needs to open a little wider though…a little more…that’s good.

He unzipped his pants.

***

While Chet was receiving a virgin blow-job, Tony remained tied up in the warehouse being tortured by the Hardy Dogs. While that was going on, Evil Mesmero shopped around for a nice apartment and the correct computer equipment he needed. He finished up with a black, faux-leather easy chair with a high back, armrests and a long bottom that supported the feet. It looked a little bit like a dark dentist’s chair. Perfect.

And while all of this was going on, Mr. Hardy and Good Mesmero paced and worried and eventually started to make plans when it became apparent that Tony was not returning to them. Eventually they returned to the warehouse but it was too late. By the time they got there it had been abandoned.
And while all of this was going on, Mrs. Hardy was following up on a lead of her own.
Everyone was busy in their own way. Maybe not productive, but certainly busy.

***

Three hours later…

Chet looked down at Davis’ closed eyes and passive face. Deeply hypnotized, he was even more beautiful. He was looking forward to having Davis go through Master’s program and service him from now on.

He picked his cell phone and dreamily cast his mind back a half hour…

…”Ahh, Jeez!” Chet cried out, as he finally climaxed, pumping ropy cum, over Davis’ chest.

Both young men were naked at this point, laid out on the bed, both having climaxed twice, both completely satiated.

Chet’s cell phone rang.

“Don’t get it,” Davis put a hand on Chet’s arm.

“I must,” Chet answered, “But I will be brief.”

“Hello.”

“I am the brain.”

“I am the brawn,” Chet answered agreeably, “But I’m a little busy. Can I call you back?”

“Are you with him?”

“That’s right.”

“I see. Finish up and use the call display to call me back.”

“Understood. Goodbye.”

Chet shut off the phone and turned back to Davis who looked a little puzzled.

“What does “I am the brawn” mean?” he asked.

“I have a paranoid boss at my part-time job,” Chet lied glibly, “He makes us speak in code.”

“Weird,” Drew said.

“Yup, sure is. Anyway, forget it. I have,” Chet leaned over the smaller form and kissed him until it was obvious that Davis had as well.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Chet said, “I have a present for you.”

“A present? What is it?”

This medallion. This morning when I was watching you watching me, this crystal made a rainbow on my wall. It made me think of you, a new gayboy, ripe to be plucked from the closet. Do you like it?”

“Oh yes,” Davis breathed.

Chet changed position and straddled Davis’ chest pinioning his arms against his chest. He dangled the almond-sized and shaped crystal in front of Davis’ face. Beams of light, flashed into his eyes.

“Oh no!” Davis struggled in his light bondage, “You’ve got me! What will happen to me now? Let me go, villain!”

“Nev-aairrr!” Chet replied in a cheesy accent, playing along, “You have escaped me for the last time! I’ve got you right where I want you at last. You must surrender. You must submit to me completely.”
“Haven’t I already?” Davis asked with a lewd smile.

“Yes indeed. You have submitted your body to me. You can feel it happening again. Your legs and feet. Relaxed and submitting. Your torso and stomach. Relaxed and submitting. Your arms. Getting heavy. Harder and harder to struggle. Getting relaxed and submitting.”

All the while beams of light flashed over Davis’ face and into his eyes. His pretend struggling grew slower and slower and stopped.

“Do you like your crystal, Davis?” Chet asked. “It’s easy to focus in on it and relax even more, isn’t it?”

“Yesssss…” breathed Davis, “So pretty…”

“And as you focus, you feel your neck relax, and your head. Focus deeper, and you will feel the relaxation penetrate into your brain. Deeper and deeper into your brain. The more you focus on the light, the deeper the relaxation penetrates your body, deep into the marrow of your bones. The more you focus, the more your mind relaxes and submits to me.”

Davis’ face grew slack and his eyes glazed over but remained fixed on the crystal Chet now held perfectly still over his face.

“And that is what I’m really after now Davis. Your mind. I’ve had your body and now I want your mind. Submit your mind to me Davis. Relax and submit your mind to me. Submit your will. Submit your mind. Submit your will. Submit your mind. Submit your will. Sleep deep and submit your mind and body to me.”

Davis’ glazed and fixed eyes fluttered and closed. His body was now completely slack.

“Going deeper and deeper asleep. Count back from 10 with me Davis. With every number feel your body go deeper and deeper to sleep. With every number feel your mind submitting more and more to me until at 0 it is completely mine. Ten…nine…”

Beneath him, Davis began to count.

“…one, zero. Your mind and your will are completely mine now aren’t they, Davis?”

“Yes, Chet, they are.”

“Then tell me so, in your own words and make me believe it!”

“My mind and my will are completely yours! Command me and I will obey!”

“Say it again, and feel your will slip away ten times more into mine.”

“My mind and my will are completely yours! Command me and I will obey!”

“Repeat and continue until I tell you stop, going deeper and deeper into my will, cementing my power over you stronger and stronger each time.”

My mind and my will are completely yours! Command me and I will obey! My mind and my will are completely…”

Chet climbed down and got dressed as Davis repeated this over and over for about ten minutes. By this time, Davis had repeated it at least 3 dozen times and was Chet’s complete and willing slave.

“Ok, stop and sit up.”

Davis obeyed.

“This crystal is a magic amulet. For as long as you wear it, you will remain in this state, with your mind and will completely in my power. If it is ever removed, you will wake up and return to normal but until that time you will remain my slave. You will, of course, never take it off without my permission. And if anyone else besides me tries to take it, you will fight them tooth and nail, for if it is ever removed, except by me, you will surely die! Understand boy?”

“Yes Master, I understand!” Davis said, his naked body quivering with excitement.

Chet solemnly placed the symbol of servitude around Davis’ neck. “Sleep deep.” He commanded. And it was so.

Chet looked down at Davis’ closed eyes and passive face. Deeply hypnotized, he was even more beautiful. He was looking forward to having Davis go through Master’s program and service him from now on.

He picked up his cell phone and used the call display to call the last number called.

“Hello Chet.”

“Hello Master. It is done and I am ready to leave. What is your command?”

Do not go back to the warehouse. Write down the address I give you and come over as soon as possible.”

“Yes Master.” Chet listened carefully and jotted down the address on a pad next to Davis’ bed. Then he hung up and pocketed the entire pad and ordered Davis to dress.

“Is there a quiet way out of here, without bothering your mom?” Chet asked when he was done.
“Yes, master, we can get out the back,” Davis replied.

“Then show me and lead me out to my car quickly and quietly. It is time to begin your life of servitude to me,” Chet commanded.

“Yes sir,” Davis answered. He led Chet down some back stairs carefully. They made it downstairs to the kitchen and were just making their way outside when Mrs. Harper walked in.

“Why, Chet! Are you still here?” she asked.

“Uh, no,” Chet replied, “In fact, Drew was just letting me in. He arranged to meet me when I took off a while ago.”

“I see. But why?”

“I thought it would be wise to be discreet. Don’t you agree?”

Oh, of course. Ohhh, Chet, you’re such a smart, handsome, prudent, sweet, handsome man.”

“You said handsome already,” Chet said, smiling.

“Oh, did I? Ooops. Well, I’m really glad you came over Chet,” she moved closer and put her hand on his chest again. Chet knew he was going to have to kiss her in order to escape this trap.

“Uh, Davis hon, would you take out the garbage?” Davis glanced over at Chet for direction and Chet gave a barely perceptible nod.

“Very well, mum,” Davis said tonelessly. He bundled up a bag from underneath the sink and went out the back door.

“Alone at last!” Mrs. Harper moved in. Chet steeled himself and thought of Davis as he kissed the daylights out his mother until she was weak in the knees.

Suddenly Mrs. Harper pulled back. “Do you use condoms?” she asked suddenly.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Of course,” Chet answered.

“Oh thank God,” Mrs. Harper whispered breathlessly as she pulled him to her and kissed him hard again. Chet fought down the bile. “My husband,” she continued, “Doesn’t believe in birth control. It’s driving me crazy. It seems like every time we make love I get pregnant. If it happens again, I’ll go crazy. That’s why I find condoms so…hot.”

“I see,” Chet said, “Well the thing is, I have a few in my car. Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable and wait for me in the living room and I’ll be right back. Light some candles and incense…or something and I’ll be right back.”

“Great idea. Don’t be long,” Mrs. Harper floated out of the room and blew Chet a kiss. Chet moved slowly toward the door. The instant she was out of sight, he bolted out the kitchen door and met Davis coming back from the back alley where he had dumped the trash.

“Come on!” Chet whispered desperately, “Let’s get out of here! Lead me outta here!”

“Yes master. Follow me,” Davis returned.

Carefully they circled the house and went through a side gate which creaked horribly. They froze, waiting and listening.

“Chet! Chet is that you?” came the dreaded female voice.

They bolted, raced across the yard, hurdled the front picket fence, and ran across the street to where Chet’s car was parked. They bundled in, burned rubber, and sped away

***

When Mesmero got home to the warehouse, a horrifying sight met his eyes. He smiled.

The Hardy Boys were still at it, industriously licking the soles of Tony’s feet. Tony looked dead. He lay back in the chair, still tightly tied at the wrists and around the chest and waist. His eyes were rolled back into his head. His head hung limply on his neck. His shirt was in tatters and there was blood and sweat mingled wherever there was rope, the result of massive struggling. Even now, he seemed to be in a state of semi-consciousness. His legs were still stretched over the desk. They spasmed rhythmically, as if attached to a live wire.

“Down boys! Down!” Mesmero commanded. Barking happily, the Hardy Dogs complied. They jumped over to Mesmero and nuzzled his hand and rubbed against his legs.

Quickly, Mesmero transformed them back into humans. Wasting no time, he commanded them to pack up what meager belongings there were in the room and carry them out to the car.

While Frank and Joe were busy doing that, Mesmero obtained a small first-aid kit and untied Tony’s feet and ungagged him. Tony began to come around but he was weak as a kitten.

“Water!” he croaked, “water, please!”

Mesmero got him some water and began to apply antiseptic to his wounds. He bandaged his ankles. He untied Tony’s chest and waist and did the same there to the ugly red welts that now decorated them.

“I’ll have to leave your wrists until we get to our new place. Unless, of course, you promise…”

“I won’t do anything,” Tony said weakly, “I can barely move.”

So Mesmero untied him the rest of the way and first-aided Tony’s wrists. Then he re-tied them in front in a simple rope handcuff style.

“You won’t feel these unless you struggle. Then they’ll tighten. So just behave.”

Tony just groaned weakly.

By this time Frank and Joe had nearly finished gathering Mesmero’s meager possessions. Now, Mesmero helped throw the last few things into the last box including Tony’s discarded shoes and socks. Frank carried it out.

Mesmero lifted Tony up and put one of his arms around his neck. He guided him out of the room supporting him around the waist. Tony tried to support himself but with his ankle wounds and dehydration, he soon found he was too weak. Shortly out of the office, Mesmero saw he was just dragging Tony’s feet through the dust. Mesmero looped Tony’s tied up wrists over his head and picked up Tony like a sack of potatoes. He carried him to the door and peered carefully about. Besides himself and the boys, there was no-one around. The wind whistled desolately through the nearby pines.

Mesmero hustled Tony to the car and bundled him into the back seat next to Joe and then got into the front seat. Frank was just packing the last box into the trunk. He pulled it down with a “wham” and got into the driver’s seat, started the car and drove out of the gravel parking lot. At the road, they turned right and sped away.

A few minutes later a car turned in from the left. It was Mr. Hardy and Good Mesmero. They jumped out and began to look for clues. Within minutes they found the tire tracks of the other car.

“Damn!” Mr. Hardy said, “We may have missed them by hours or just a few minutes. We’ll never know!”

Both of them figured they were the only ones in the world who knew of this place as any real significance. So it was to their great surprise when another car suddenly turned into the parking lot.
With lightning fast reflexes, Mr. Hardy whipped out his gun.

“Freeze!” he yelled, “Out of the car! Now!”

The car stopped and the driver turned off the engine. Slowly the driver opened the door. A foot crunched on the gravel. The driver stepped out of the car and into view.

“Oh my God!” Mr. Hardy gasped. “IT’S YOU!!!”

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