The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 11 (hypno celeb)
by hypnojon32
Disclaimer: This story contains male/male sex, s/m role-play, and hypnofetishism. If you are not of legal age, (eg.18+) or offended by such subjects, then stop reading, you pervert! Perhaps you are living in a backwater community that frowns on such explicit materials. In such a case, stop reading, FEEL MY HUG, and know that I feel genuinely sorry for you. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events or people, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
“Oh my God!” said Mr. Hardy, “IT’S YOU!”
The driver stepped free of the car and slammed the door.
“Honestly, Fenton! Is that any way to greet your wife?”
As Fenton lowered the gun, Mrs. Hardy rushed forward and threw herself into her husband’s arms. Meanwhile, from the back seat, Cassie and Iola emerged from the car.
Mesmero respectfully moved away and gave the lovebirds a few moments alone together. He re-introduced himself to the girls and brought them up to speed on their activities and the bad news of their boyfriends’ enslavement.
“Oh Fenton! The boys told me you were dead! I thought you were dead. But I knew something wasn’t right! I just knew it!”
“But how did you know I was here!?” Fenton asked, “How did you know to come?”
“Well,” Mrs. Hardy explained, “It wasn’t easy. I guess it started when I got the call from the school principal telling me that the boys had skipped school. He said the boys had been spotted going off campus at lunch. I called back to find out who the eyewitness was. It turned out to be Cassie. So I picked her up and she told me all about it and more importantly the make and color of the car. Cassie wouldn’t go anywhere without Iola, so I picked her up too. At the end of the school driveway we found traces of tire tracks leading off to the right. I knew it had to be the boys because the school hadn’t let out yet so no other cars would have driven that way yet.”
“You pulled these girls out of school!?” Fenton asked.
“Yes, I did,” Mrs. Hardy said defiantly, “I figured if their boyfriends were missing or in danger, they would want to know and be involved. And I was right. Don’t worry Fenton, we’ll straighten it out with their parents later.”
“Anyway, we followed in the direction of the tire tracks and stopped at all the businesses along the way asking if they had seen the boy’s car drive by. It was slow going but eventually we found a guy who saw a car matching our description turn down this road. This is the first building we’ve seen down this road so we thought we’d check it out and there you were!”
“Great work, dear!” Fenton exclaimed and hugged her.
“So what’s happening?” Mrs. Hardy asked, “Are the boys here?”
“No. It seems we missed them.”
“But why did they tell me you were dead!? Fenton, what’s wrong with our boys!?”
“Well, dear, this isn’t going to be easy to hear but…” Fenton began to haltingly explain what was going on including the terrorizing events of the night before.
Meanwhile, Cassie and Iola decided to look for clues along the road just as they had at the school. There were no tire tracks this time but Iola’s sharp eyes discovered gravel from the parking lot, tracked on the road leading off to the right.
The alert was given and they all bundled into their cars and sped off in pursuit as twilight deepened around them.
***
Mesmero instructed Frank to turn into a driveway and reached up behind the sunscreen and pushed a button on a remote. An automatic garage door rumbled. In the rear-view mirror, Mesmero saw Chet drive up from the other direction. Mesmero popped open his cell phone.
“Very good Chet. Now follow me in. That’s right.”
Chet obeyed and the two cars disappeared into a cavernous underground parking lot underneath an apartment building.
The door was just rumbling closed when Mr. and Mrs. Hardy’s cars raced by.
***
Upstairs in the new apartment…
Tony was carried up to the apartment like a sack of potatoes by Chet. He was still too weak to struggle.
The inside of the eight floor apartment was rather dark. It was lit by lamps placed strategically around as opposed to overhead. On the way down the short hall from the outside door, they passed two doors. One was a bathroom and through the other. Tony could see a king size bed. He shuddered.
In the living room there was a big squooshy sofa and a couple of beanbag chairs. Along one whole wall was a computer console and stereo system with three listening stations, marked by taped X’s on the floor and large headphones (the kind that cover the entire ear) waiting on the X’s.
In the corner next to the computer and near the picture window was THE chair and obvious focal point of the room. A large, black leather chair with headrest, footrest and armrests. It looked much like a dentist’s chair, although most dentists’ chairs aren’t slick and sexy and black as midnight. And most dentists’ chairs don’t have leather restraining straps attached to them either.
As soon as Tony saw the black chair, he was reminded of the one down in the Magician’s Mansion lair. My! How long ago that seemed! Real terror seeped into his bones and the reality of his position began to sink into him. He began to struggle at last. But it was too late.
“Well! I don’t see the point of drawing this out any further, do you?” Mesmero asked no-one in particular, “Chet, put him down in the black chair.”
“Yes Master,” Chet said, obeying.
“Nooo…No, you can’t…I won’t let you…” Tony said, struggling weakly.
“You won’t let me?” Mesmero repeated incredulously, drawing the chest strap across and belting it in viciously, Oh, I’m afraid you will, my boy. Just like your friends, you will.”
He drew the strap across Tony’s waist. He cut the cord holding his wrists and strapped his wrists to the sides. Tony was now virtually immobile.
“I’ll resist you. You and your program. I’ll never surrender. Never.”
Mesmero drew the belts around his ankles. “You know how often I hear that? Every time I use my hypnotic program! And every time I win. Sometimes it takes a little while longer. But in the end, they always give in. And I get a sexy new drone, ready to obey.”
Mesmero traced a finger down Tony’s soft cheek. “You know, it didn’t have to be this way. I offered you something I never have before. To be a cognizant servant, free from all the mental trappings, from mindless servitude. But you betrayed me, tried to escape! The gall! How dare you! I bet you were running back to my idiot of a twin! He must have survived if you did! You may as well tell me now! I’ll just get it out of you later when you’re under!”
Tony thought quickly. He was completely bound and helpless and he was slowly accepting the fact that his mind would soon not be his own. He had to protect his allies. If he was questioned while under he would probably endanger the twin, Mr. Hardy, even the girls! Who knew what this maniac would do?
“All right, you got me! Mesmero is alive. I was running to him when I tried to escape.”
“I knew it! Where is he now?”
“He was waiting at my place. But when I didn’t come back he probably went to search for me and find another place to hide. He could be anywhere by now.”
“Well, perhaps after your thorough attitude adjustment, you’ll be a bit more co-operative in finding him.”
Mesmero picked up a strange helmet with wires running out of it connected to the computer console. It consisted of large earphones that covered the ears with a dark wraparound visor attached to them and covered the eyes like large sunglasses. He placed the earphones over Tony’s head.
“NOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!HEEELLLLPPP!!!” Tony struggled anew, but it was no use. He tried to shake the visor off his head and groaned in defeat as he felt a last smooth as sin strap fix in place over his forehead, holding his head in place.
Mesmero pushed a few buttons on the computer console. Then he flipped a switch marked ‘Phase 1’. From behind the visor, swirling colors pulsated and spiraled to a red dot in the center. At the same time, a deep seductive voice began in Tony’s ears.
“See the colors, only the colors boy. Hear my voice only my voice. Stare into the colors, the spiraling colors down, down. Down into the center of the red dot. Stare deep, deep into the spiral, down into the red dot and feel your body relax. Stare deep and feel your body grow heavy, so heavy and relaxed. See the colors, only the colors. Hear my voice, only my…”
“NNNNNOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!” screamed Tony, tensing and struggling wildly in his leather bonds. But even as he screamed, his voice seemed muffled and the insidious voice was clear as a bell, filling his mind, his psyche, his very being. Slowly he could feel his eyes magnetized into the center of the spiral. Slowly, he felt his body grow heavier and heavier, get harder and harder to struggle. It was like his arms and legs were made of wet sand. Then as if they were buried in wet sand. And still the voice went on an on, slowly chip, chip, chipping away at his resistance.
Mesmero watched with satisfaction as Tony’s struggles grew weaker and weaker and then stopped altogether. He flipped a second switch marked ‘Phase 2’.
“Let the colors pull you deep into the center of the spiral. The deeper you go, the more relaxed you feel. The more relaxed you feel, the better you feel. The better you feel the more relaxed you fall. And even though you are deeply relaxed, heavy, sleepy, feel your feet relax even more, relax completely. Let the relaxation move up your legs like a wave, engulfing your legs. As you feel your legs relax completely, feel the relaxation pull you deeper and deeper into the spiral. Let the wave move up your body now to your stomach. To your chest. Into your arms. Into your hands. Up into your neck Feeling your head completely relax. Feeling your eyes grow heavy. Heavier As if they have lead weights on them. Let them close. When they do you can feel your body sink 10 x deeper relaxed. Relaxed and heavy. Relaxed and heavy. Relaxed and heavy. Let the colors pull you deep into the center of the spiral. The deeper you go…”
Meanwhile, as Phase 2 ran, Mesmero directed Chet, Davis, Frank and Joe to the sofa or chairs to watch Tony’s conversion. Mesmero sent Joe for drinks. Chet and Davis began to make out like crazed weasels.
Mesmero carefully monitored Tony’s progress and watched as Tony’s body visibly relaxed bit by bit. As Phase 2 came to a close and began to loop, Mesmero bided his time, then reached out and flipped the “Phase 3” switch.
“I’m going to count back from ten and with each number, you will relax 10x more, sleep 10x deeper. Count with me, Tony, and sleep deep. Ten…nine…eight…”
Mesmero smiled cruelly as Tony softly began to count.
***
After 15 minutes of driving aimlessly around in the deepening twilight, Mr. Hardy picked up his cell phone.
“This is getting us nowhere, dear,” he said into the phone, “Let’s regroup for the night and think up some other way to track them in the morning.”
“I know you’re right. But part of me just wants to keep looking and looking.”
“I know dear. Me too. But let’s go home. I have a few ideas I want to try and some calls to make. Besides, we need to drop off the girls. They should have been home hours ago.”
“Well, don’t worry about that. I let them use my phone a while back to call their parents. Nobody’s worried.”
“That’s good. But take them home now and meet me at home ok?”
“Well, all right. But Fenton, what about the boys? They’re still out there!” Mrs. Hardy sounded close to tears.
“Don’t worry dear. Mesmero must have found a new hideout, so wherever they are, the boys are comfortable. Don’t worry dear, we’ll keep searching until we find them.”
Two cars drove off in different directions as the black veil of night settled over Bayport like an evil death shroud.
***
Tony had gone through 10 cycles of Phase 3 before Mesmero flipped the Phase 4 switch.
Phase 4 was manual. Mesmero picked up a microphone and began to burn a CD that would contain a training program tailored just for Tony. The sound of the mad mesmerist’s voice was also fed directly into the earphones.
Mesmero spoke to the thoroughly mind-fucked youth through a soothing hiss of white noise that was laden with subliminal messages: sleep deep, obey, obey completely, go deeper, surrender your will, obedience is life, disobey means death.
“Tony, can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy. It’s easy to hear my voice, to listen to my words and obey them. Isn’t it Tony?”
“Yes.”
“It’s easy to obey now isn’t it boy?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me so then, in your own words.”
“It’s easy to hear and obey you.”
“You will obey me now.”
“Yes. I will obey you.”
“Obey me completely.”
“Yes, completely.”
Repeat this again, in your own words.”
“I hear and obey you completely.”
“Again.”
“I hear and obey you completely.”
“Again.”
Ten times.
Then ten times more. Mesmero knew it was overkill, but he wanted no chance for escape this time. Finally he was satisfied that the bound boy was completely mind fucked.
“OK, Tony, whenever you hear me and only me, say Tony Tranced, you will instantly fall this deep asleep and come to this level of obedience. You will drop to this state exactly, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” Tony answered.
“The words boy, slave, toy, will no longer bring you to awareness. Instead they will make you drop deeper in trance and make you feel twice as submissive and horny. Any submissive title I choose to call you will have this effect on you. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy.”
“Thank you, sir.” Tony’s body relaxed visibly.
“Do you have a girlfriend, boy?”
“Yes sir.”
“You will break up with her, at the earliest possible time. As soon as you see her. Understand?”
“Yes, I – I – will…”
“You will obey.”
“I will obey.”
“You will break up with her. You must leave yourself for me.”
“Yes sir. I understand. I will leave her. I will leave myself for you.”
Good boy. Now boy, I am going to send you out on an assignment. Listen carefully to my instructions.”
Yes sir. I hear and obey.”
And so it went. Mesmero fed Tony his instructions and had Tony repeat everything back, detail by painstaking detail. When he was finished reciting the manual instructions, Mesmero switched to the burned CD and left Tony on a continuous loop of hearing his instructions and repeating them back.
“Oh, one more thing, slaveboy, even though you are deep asleep and relaxed, let your eyes drift open. This is easy to do and still remain deep asleep and submissive.”
Behind the sunglasses Tony’s eyes opened.
Mesmero flipped another switch and the spiral was replaced with dozens of images of handsome men flipping by with the speed of shuffling cards. Men posing. Men bowing in front of other men. Men with other men in S/M situations. Men tied up. Men gagged. On and on, faster and faster. Interspersed with verbal messages: You Like. You Like this. Hot. This is Hot. Guys Hot. Hot Guys. Submit. Obey. Want Master. Need Master. Obey Master. Attractive.
Through it all, the hiss of white noise.
Faster and faster.
Over and over.
All night.
This story is copyright © 4 March 2005 by hypnojon32. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fan fiction. The Hardy boys and their friends were created by Franklin W Dixon. No copyright infringement is intended.
This story contains male/male sex, s/m role-play, and hypnofetishism.
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