O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 12 (hypno celeb)

by hypnojon32

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Tony was being brainwashed.

He was strapped down to a black leather recliner that looked like a dentist’s chair from hell. Phase 4 instructions of obedience and devotion, both audible and subliminal, whispered in his ears through headphones. Behind a visor, his blinking, unseeing eyes watched thousands of pornographic images and instructions race by subliminally. They chipped, chipped, chipped away at his heterosexual orientation.

Mesmero watched him with satisfaction as Tony repeated his instructions for the 20th time. He made a few adjustments and left him to stew for the rest of the night. He turned his attention to the couch where Chet and Davis were still making out.

“So Chet! Who’s your little friend here?” Mesmero asked.

“This is Davis, Master. He’s my boytoy. Aren’t you boy?”

“Yes, Master,” Davis said sleepily, stroking Chet’s cheek.

“And what’s this? You’ve used my crystal!” Mesmero sat beside Davis and fingered the almond-shaped trinket, “How clever! But I’d like it back now.”

And before Davis had time to get upset, Mesmero had snatched it off his neck.

“No Master! Don’t!” Chet yelled, too late.

Davis blinked a few times and woke up. “Hey, what’s going on?” he said weakly.

“Oh no!” breathed Chet.

“Chet, where are we? How’d we get here? Oh my God! Is that Tony from school? What are you sick pervs doing to him?”

“Davis, I want you to calm down. I can explain everything,” Chet said.

“NO! Don’t touch me! I’m outta here!”

“Chet, what happened?” Mesmero asked quickly.

“Oh Master! The necklace! It was the necklace. He wakes up when you take it off.”

Davis reached the door. He yanked it open and rushed out into the hall.

“I am the brain. Level 5.”

Amazingly, Chet could feel his body grow even larger. There were muscles on his muscles! He had to be as big as Arnie himself! At the same time his mind grew clearer and clearer. He knew exactly what he had to do.

“I am the brawn. I hear and obey only you, Master Mesmero. Command me.”

“Get after him. Chase him down and bring him back alive and as quietly as you can.”

“Yes Master.”

Chet ran out into the hall after Davis. Davis was running down the long hall toward the elevator. Chet chased after him, gaining easily on huge tree trunk legs. When Davis saw that he wasn’t going to make it to the elevator, he banged on a few doors along the way.

“Help! Help! He-mmmpphh!”

Chet reached him and wrapped one burly arm around Davis’ chest pinning him against his own massive pecs and up off his feet. The other ham sized hand hand-gagged him. Quickly, Chet carried him further down the hall and through the stair door. He had barely got them out of sight before a little old lady and a middle-aged man opened their respective doors.

“Hello? Hello? Who is it?” the old lady quavered.

“Oh hi Mrs. O’Leary! What’s up?”

“Someone knocked on my door. Was it you?” the hag asked.

“No, ma’am. Someone knocked on my door. Huh! Isn’t that weird!?”

“Hmmmph! Probably some darn kids playing pranks on me! Rotten shmucks!” the old lady slammed her door.

The old man looked up and down the hall but saw nobody. “Hmm, coulda swore I heard somethin’. Weird. Oh well, guess she was right.” He turned to go inside. “Hmm. I thought this building didn’t allow children. Weird.” He went back inside.

In the stairwell, Davis listened to this exchange, tortured. He struggled against Chet but somehow Chet was an immovable brick wall. His yells for help were silenced to weak groans even in the stairwell where sound was amplified. Davis couldn’t even move his head, Chet was hand-gagging him so tightly, so strongly. He couldn’t understand it. Chet wasn’t that huge.

When the hall had gone silent at last, Chet lifted Davis bodily and carried him swiftly and silently back down the hall and into the apartment where Mesmero was waiting. He had removed his shirt but he still wore his black dress slacks.

“MMMMMMM!!!!!” screamed Davis behind the hand gag as he was carried back into captivity. Translation: NOOOO!!!

“Did anyone see you?” Mesmero asked as he closed and locked the door behind them.

“No Master. The prisoner knocked on a few doors but I hid in the stairwell until the coast as clear. We were not detected.”

“Excellent. And now what to do with you… Perhaps it was a mistake…acquiring you. Handsome as you are…” Mesmero stroked a cheek and motioned to Chet that he could remove his hand-gag.

Davis sucked in a huge breath and jerked his face away. “You perv! What do you mean handsome? What are you planning to do to me? What pervey stuff are you doing here? What have you done to Chet? What kind of perv are you anyway!!”

“The perviest,” Mesmero said with a smirk, “Well Chet, what should we do?”

“Master, if it please Master, if you put the necklace back on him it will return him to my power, Master. And yours too of course, Master.” He added.

“Of course.” Mesmero whispered.

“NOOO!” Davis yelled. “I won’t let you near me! Help! Chet, why are you calling this freak, master? Snap out of it! Wake up! Help me!” He wriggled like a fish in Chet’s immovable strongman’s hold but couldn’t break free.

“He won’t wake up. He hears only me. He calls me master because he is my slave. He was my slave when he came to your house to seduce you. And to take you.”

“But why!?” Davis cried, “I’m no use to you. My family can’t afford a ransom!”

“I… – we don’t want a ransom. Just you.”

“But – but why…?” Davis faltered.

“Because, my dear boy, he (meaning Chet) likes you. He wanted you.”

Davis’ mouth opened and closed in protest.

“Oh please. You obviously wanted him too. Seduction works both ways. Besides when I called you two were in bed.”

“That was you!?” Davis shouted, giving himself away.

“Yup. See, you’re just as much of a “perv” as I am.”

“What Chet and I have is between us,” Davis said staunchly.

Oh my! How righteous you sound now! How pious! But which is it now, Davis? Piety or perversion?”

“Chet loves me! I don’t care how much you can control him but the things we did, the things he said were truth! You may control his mind but I have his heart!”

Mesmero clenched a fist. He drew his face close and bared his teeth. In the dimness of the apartment he looked demonic. He drew back his fist.

Davis tensed as he waited for the blow to land on his tender, young features.

The blow never came. Abruptly, the demon drew back.

“You’re right!” he rasped, “Which is the only reason you are still alive.”

Something fell from his clenched hand. It was the pendant.

Mesmero held it like a pendulum and swung it gently.

Davis’ eyes widened in recognition.

“Ahhh! I see you remember this! This also was between you, wasn’t it boy?”

Davis’ struggles grew weaker and weaker as his gaze fixated on the swinging crystal. His eyes were magnetized to the crystal and an intense longing for it washed over him.

“You want this…don’t you?” Mesmero whispered insidiously.

“Yes… oh God, yes!!” Davis whispered back, “What – what’s happening to me? What have you done?”

“The desire is getting stronger. I can see. You can’t tear your gaze away from it.”

“Stop – stop it! What’s happening to me? What – what are you doing? I – I ---I need it! I want it! Give it to me! My precious!”

Davis couldn’t understand it. His vision blurred except for the crystal which only grew sharper and brighter by the second. The longing became want, the want became need, the need became obsession, the obsession became do or die.

“You need it now,” Mesmero continued relentlessly, reading his mind maddeningly, “You’ll do anything to get it. Anything.”

“Yes. God, yes!” Davis nearly sobbed with need, “What do you want? For God’s sake, tell me!!”
Mesmero motioned to Chet to release him. He was no longer a threat. Quickly, Mesmero drew the pendant over his own head.

He moved closer to the teen, bending over him. He wrapped one arm around Davis’ waist and pulled him up against his smooth, bare chest. He drew the hand from his other arm down Davis’ cheek. He cupped his chin. He stroked Davis’ smooth throat and then held his neck and for a moment considered choking the life out of the boy. The amulet dangled right in front of Davis’ face. He stared up at it, unmoving, helpless. Mesmero bent closer.

“Am I still a perv boy?”

“No sir.”

“You’ll never use that word again, will you boy?”

“No sir.”

“Touch my chest. I know you want to.”

Davis slowly, wondering stroked a well-muscled pec.

“Kiss me,” Mesmero commanded softly

“Ohhh God…” Davis shuddered and launched forward to close the gap that remained between them.
Damn! Mesmero moaned and sucked and pulled and Davis gave and gave and gave some more. Mesmero was spun around and swept away in a tornado of emotion and sensations. Man, if that kiss was a tornado it would have been an F-5.

For a while time had no meaning. Then, finally, Mesmero finished the kiss.

Davis dragged in a shuddering breath “OO-Ooo—hhh God! What’s happening to me!? What have you done to me?” His eyes narrowed and his voice grew raspy, “Give it to me! Now! You promised! I need it! I need my precious back!” His voice changed back. “What? What was that? What are you? A demon? An evil wizard?”

“No. Just a man. My, what an imagination!” Mesmero chuckled as he slowly drew the pendant off his neck and held it within Davis’ sight.

Davis grabbed for it. Mesmero yanked it away again.

“But why do I want it so much? This doesn’t make sense. I feel like I’m under a spell. Give it to me!!”
“I suppose it would seem so. But there’s no magic. Just the power of your mind.”

“This seems so surreal. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”

“Well, if this was a fairy tale, I suppose this would be a magic spell. This would be an enchanted necklace,” he gently swayed the pendant and relished Davis’s helpless following of it. He drew it closer.

“But if it is,” he continued, stopping the crystal an inch from Davis’ nose. Davis groaned and sagged against a wall. “If this is a fairy tale, what role are you?”

“I – I – I -…” Davis tried to speak but it was as if his mind had shifted into slo-mo.

Mesmero slipped the chain over Davis’ head.

Davis’ whole body went numb. His eyes were impossibly heavy and his mind shifted from slo-mo to super slo-mo.

With a huge effort he dragged his eyes open. It was like lifting and holding open one of those stone doors you find in an Egyptian pyramid from an Indiana Jones adventure.

His body felt like – like, well like he had no body. He couldn’t even feel himself sliding down the wall. There was only Mesmero growing higher and higher, his glistening torso blatantly male, his arms akimbo, his dark, Slavic features knit together in a demonic self satisfied smile. The demon threw back his head and laughed.

“Nooo – oooo” Davis managed.

The stone doors slammed shut and everything went black.

***

Mesmero slipped the chain over Davis’s head and stood back. He watched in satisfaction as Davis whole body grew weak, then weaker, then lost power much the same way as Christopher Reeve did when Lex Luthor placed the Kryptonite necklace on him in the movie Superman.

Mesmero stood there, fists on hips and felt a rush of power as Davis grew slack, then limp, then slid down to the floor. He chuckled as he saw the teen fight against the hypnotic power and utter a weak: Noooo. But it was no use. Next second his eyes snapped shut for good.

Davis’ eyes fluttered and then opened.

“What – what am I doing on the floor?”

“You tripped,” Mesmero lied easily, “Nothing to be concerned about. Let me help you up.” And he did.

“Davis? You feel ok, buddy?” Chet asked cautiously.

“Oh yes Master! I feel great.”

Davis and Chet came together as if nothing had happened. Chet swept him up into his arm and carried him toward the bedroom.

“Oh Chet! One more thing…” called Mesmero.

“Yes Master?” Chet asked?

“Back to level one huh? Emergency is over after all.”

Chet felt his body deflate a little. He was a little disappointed but he had to admit he felt a little less cumbersome. “Yes Master. Level one.”

“Good. Now you two go have fun.”

Chet carried Davis into the bedroom and shut the door with his foot.

Whistling, Mesmero returned to the living room where Frank and Joe waited with robotic patience.

After checking Tony’s vitals and stats he went over and kissed Joe into animation.

“Hello Master. Are you hungry? Can I fix you something?”

It was the first time Joe had showed any initiative of his own. Mesmero was charmed.

“Maybe later. Right now, I’m hungry for you!”

Mesmero kissed the daylights out of Joe. They fell onto the sofa shucking clothes as they went.

Bayport inched inexorably toward the dawn.

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This story is copyright © 4 March 2005 by hypnojon32. All rights reserved.
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This story contains male/male sex, s/m role-play, and hypnofetishism.
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