The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 13 (mm hypno oral 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.
The next morning...
Mr. and Mrs. Hardy woke bright and early ready to resume the search for their sons. Mesmero also got up promptly. The Hardy’s had invited Mesmero to stay until after the crisis and Mesmero had accepted gratefully. He had no doubt his apartment was being watched and Tony’s place was now out of the question as well.
Frank and Joe had not come home. All pretense had been dropped.
Tony had not contacted them either. Mesmero considered him co-opted and captured, another victim of his evil half.
Then, at 9:30 AM, the phone rang. It was the Police Commissioner. He had an amazing story to tell.
At exactly 9:00 AM, at 6 different jewellery stores, just as 6 jewelers were sticking their keys in their doors, each felt a gun jabbed in their back. The gun was held by a man dressed all in black, with leather gloves and masked with a ski mask. In each case, the masked man followed the jeweler inside, whereupon the door was re-locked. The keys to everything, the cases, the safe, the cash register, were demanded. In a few cases, the poor jeweler had to help the robber fill the canvas duffle bag full of watches, bracelets, necklaces, rings and even all the ready cash in the store. Since they had been nabbed as they were entering there was no chance of tripping the silent alarm behind the counter.
After the store had been cleaned out, the robber had then tied the jeweler up with rope that they had brought with them in the duffle. Each jeweler was tied the same way, in a very tight hog tie. The rope was hemp and was dampened with water when the robber was done. This constricted the rope, tightening the rope, in some cases almost tortuously and making escape impossible. The victims were gagged tightly with duct tape with the tape circling the head.
Each person had been tied and gagged and left in a spot farthest from the counter. The thief then made his getaway, locking the door behind him and the closed sign up.
Slowly, each victim had inchwormed his way across the store, behind the counter and pressed the silent alarm with their noses. The keys were left on the welcome mat. There were no fingerprints or clues.
The only thing that was different was the fact that one of the thieves was wearing a strange crystal pendant.
And that was that. The police were investigating 6 identical cases a they spoke and the Commissioner was calling to see if Fenton wanted to get involved.
“Yes, thank you, Commissioner. I’ll be down shortly.”
“And bring along those two boys of yours,” the Commissioner continued, “They’ve been a great asset to the town and are very resourceful as well.”
“Yes, thank-you Commissioner. Thank-you.” Fenton managed before he hung up.
After he was composed again, Fenton relayed the story to Mesmero and his wife. No-one mentioned the obvious.
“Does anybody else know? Besides Cassie and Iola, I mean,” Mrs. Hardy asked.
“No.” Mr. Hardy answered.
“Then let’s keep it that way.”
Fenton and Mesmero agreed.
***
Back in the apartment, Mesmero had the boys change back into their street clothes. Then he lined them up in a row and put them in standby mode while he inspected the booty.
Of all the stages of his crime waves, the jewel extraction stage was Mesmero’s favorite. All those pretty colors and shapes. And the money! My God, it never ceased to amaze how much money people would pay for one little diamond.
Mesmero brought all the bowls from the kitchen and began sifting through the jewels separating them by color, size, and whether they needed to be extracted from their settings or not.
Several hours later, not even halfway through the first duffel, and with a screaming back and neckache, Mesmero realized he was going to need help. Sitting up, he sent Frank in to make lunch and sat back on the couch to rest.
He kicked off his shoes and summoned Joe and Tony, leaving Chet and Davis in sleepy robotic readiness.
“Take off your shirts, boys,” he commanded. They obeyed.
“Joe, massage my shoulders. Tony, you’re on foot duty.”
“Yes Master,” they chorused.
Joe began by slowly unbuttoning Mesmero’s shirt. He removed it. Then, slowly, with the perfect amount of pressure, Joe began to knead his shoulders. At the same time, Tony began to give him a foot massage. The dual pleasure were amazing.
Slowly, the pain melted out of his back, thanks to Joe’s magic fingers. Languidly, Mesmero reached up and began playing with Joe’s nipples, first one, then the other.
Joe’s breath caught and sped up immediately. Mesmero smiled. He loved it when Joe responded to his touch instantly that way.
Joe’s massaging touch grew more intimate, more spread out. He caressed Mesmero’s shoulders, down his pecs, then back up again. Then back down, giving Mesmero’s nips an experimental flick. When Mesmero didn’t object, Joe gave them squeeze on his next pass.
In return, Mesmero began to flick and tease Joe’s pecs rhythmically. Joe groaned in pleasure but kept massaging. He couldn’t stop that until ordered.
“Keep on those shoulders, boy,” Mesmero said, turning up the intensity of the titplay.
“Oooohhh God! Ohhhh yeess! Yess Sir!” Joe managed.
And somehow, he did. Mesmero’s neckache faded. His body grew heavy and very relaxed.
And all this time, Tony kept up a steady foot massage, switching back and forth. Sensations flowed through Mesmero’s entire being.
“Mmmm, Tony! That’s incredible!” Mesmero said, stroking the youth’s hair and cheek. Tony soaked in the praise and leaned into the hand that petted him.
Mesmero now had Joe moaning like a whore in heat. He reached up and grabbed his head bringing him closer for a passionate kiss. Joe had been dying for this for what seemed like a year. He kissed and tongued Mesmero with a passion.
Mesmero undid his pants and summoned Chet
“C’mere ya big overgrown whore! Suck it! You know you do! Suck it and moan like the dirty whore you are!”
Chet at once dropped to his knees and began sucking cock like his life depended on it.
At that moment, Frank came in from the kitchen and announced that lunch was ready. As he caught sight of the scene his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. Hey, he might have been hypnotized and enslaved but he wasn’t dead.
Mesmero broke off kissing Joe to command: “Frank and Tony, start kissing.
But – but Master…” Frank faltered.
“Tony! Grab Frank and seduce him onto the sofa. Then get back to work on my feet!”
Tony jumped up and pulled Frank into a lip lock. Frank tried to struggle but the last few nights of hypno homo training were wearing away at his resistance. After a few seconds his struggles became weaker. Now that he went this far, what was the point of fighting, he figured. Besides, he couldn’t break free of Tony’s sudden steely grip.
Tony sealed the deal with some titplay of his own. His hand sneaked its way under Frank’s shirt and voila! Frank’s inhibitions and resistance became virtually nil.
Tony dragged Frank back to the sofa where he sat down and put Frank on his lap. Quickly he pulled the front of Frank’s shirt up and over his neck. He put Mesmero’s feet on top of Frank’s lap, continued to caress Frank’s nip with one hand over his shoulder and continued Mesmero’s foot massage with the other.
Mesmero was in seventh heaven. He was being pleasured at the top, middle and bottom of his being, plus he got to watch a live porn show.
Mesmero went into sensory overload. All too soon, he shuddered, moaned and pulled Joe in closer as he experienced an epic orgasm. Chet swallowed it all. Mesmero motioned that he could stop. He lay there a moment completely drained.
“Ohh my--- God!” he gasped. “That was the most incredible experience of my life! You – all of you – are very -- good -- boys!”
“Thank you, Master,” they all said.
Slowly they all got dressed again and went in to lunch. It was just tomato soup and ham and cheese grilled sandwiches but somehow Mesmero felt it was the best lunch he had ever tasted.
They were just finishing when a red light on the main computer console began blinking coupled with an insistent Beep! Beep! Beep!
“No!” Mesmero whispered in horror, “It can’t be!”
***
Mr. Hardy and Mesmero decided to backtrack to the warehouse and recheck the route in case they had forgotten or missed anything.
They hadn’t. There was a long patch of wooded area past the warehouse and then a few apartment houses. A middle aged man was emerging from one with a load of garbage to put in the dumpster.
Mr. Hardy pulled over. He waved over the man and showed him pictures of the missing boys.
“Sorry sir! None of them looks familiar.”
“Have you seen anyone who looks like this?” Mr. Hardy asked gesturing toward Mesmero.
Sadly the man shook his head.
“Anything strange or out of the ordinary in your building in the last few days?”
“No…weeell…no, no it’s nothing, I’m sure.”
“Sir! Tell me! Please! Anything might help.
“Well, it’s funny you should mention the last couple of days. It’s probably nothing, but just last night, me and another tenant on my floor had our doors banged on but when we got there, there was no-one there. I figured it to be a prank but well, I just can’t get that outta my head.”
“Why should a prank bother you so much?” asked Mesmero, “After all, it was probably just a kid or something.”
“Oh no!” replied the man earnestly, “Children aren’t supposed to be allowed in our building. Besides, it wasn’t the prank t hat was bothering me, it was…oh my heaven’s I forgot to mention…along with the knocking, I could’ve sworn…I mean I may have been mistaken…but I could’ve sworn I heard someone calling for help.”
***
“Hurry boys, we’ve only got a few minutes. Frank, Joe, I want you to tie up Tony. The rest of you get into the bedroom quick.”
Chet and Davis hurried into the bedroom.
Frank and Joe converged onto an unresisting Tony with several coils of rope.
“OK, boys, we don’t have much time so we’ll have to make this simple. Frank, you tie his ankles. Joe, tie his hands behind his back. That’s it. Now gag him using this blue bandanna. Good Joe. OK boys, meet me in the bedroom.
The Hardy Boys obeyed.
Mesmero bent to whisper into Tony’s ear who was now sitting surrounded by jewels gagged with a deep blue rag. “OK, Tony. Here’s what I want you to do. This is important. Understand?”
After a few moments, Tony nodded.
At that moment the knob jiggled. Slowly it turned.
***
It only took a few minutes for Mr. Hardy and Mesmero to see the manager. The manager recognized Mesmero immediately at pointed them to the correct apartment.
Mr. Hardy and Mesmero hurried toward the elevator. They never saw the manager’s face go slack and empty. Robotically he walked over to the desk, pulled out a strange looking remote control and pushed a red button.
Mr. Hardy and Mesmero reached the 8th floor. They hurried to the correct apartment and slowly opened the door.
Tony was sitting in the middle of the living room, gagged and bound hand and foot. Scattered around him were myriads of multicolored jewels. He groaned feebly.
“Oh my God!”
Mr. Hardy rushed over and began to untie Tony’s hands.
“NO FENTON!! DON’T! STOP!!!” yelled Mesmero.
“What are you talking about?” Fenton replied, still fiddling with the knots. “He’s in trouble! We’ve got to free him!”
“No!” Mesmero attempted to pull Fenton away from the teen, “Something’s wrong here! They wouldn’t have just left him here! Remember, he could have been co-opted!”
But by this time, Fenton had managed to untie a few knots. Tony struggled his way free. He reached up into Fenton’s jacket and pulled free his gun. He pulled down his gag and said, “Twin tranced!”
“I’m listening,” said Mesmero, straightening up.
“Grab the Hardy dick!” said a malevolent voice behind them.
Fenton felt his arms grabbed from behind in a steely grip. At the same time, a hungry look came into Tony’s eyes and he reached up with his free hand to unzip Fenton’s fly.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” the mad mesmerist admonished lightly, coming into the room from the bedroom and gently pulling Tony away and taking the gun, “Not that dick, Tony. At least, not yet!”
Fenton struggled against the captive twin who refused to slacken his grip. Aiming the gun at the detective’s heart, Mad Mez began to laugh in maniacal triumph.
This story is copyright © 24 August 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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