The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 14 (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.
“Well!” Mesmero said as his maniacal laughter finally ground to a halt, “Looks like I’ve got the best of you again. Funny thing is… didn’t I already kill you?!!”
“Tony and Mesmero rescued me,” Fenton said.
“Ohhh they did, did they? Well, looks like you’re outta luck. They won’t help you again. They both work for me now. Isn’t that right, brother dear?”
“Yes Master,” his twin said, robotically, maintaining his full nelson.
“My wife will track me down. My cell phone has a homing beacon, GPS satellite positioning, internet wireless hookup…”
“And is a pile of garbage,” Mesmero finished for him after plucking it out of his blazer pocket and crushing it under his foot.
“I don’t know how...but my wife will find you just like we did. She’ll find me and catch you!”
“Oh please! She couldn’t catch a cold! I phoned downstairs while I was in the bedroom. The manager told me you two shmoes found me because of some geezer taking out the garbage. Trust me. Once I have a little chat with my neighbor, your wife will not enjoy the same luck. One yes,” he continued in response to Fenton’s widened eyes, “The manager works for me. As will my neighbor…”
“You leave him alone!” Fenton shouted, struggling anew.
“As will you,” Mesmero said as if Fenton hadn’t said anything.
“I – You – I…what?” Fenton asked incredulously.
Yes. You are proving to be a much more irritating foe than I had anticipated. Rather than risk you returning from the dead again…I have decided to acquire you and keep an eye on you. Oh yes, I suppose I could blow you away right here, but the noise and trouble it would cause…just thinking about it makes my head hurt. Besides, I don’t want to get blood on the carpet.”
“You’ll never get away with this.” Fenton ground out.
“Funny,” Mesmero replied, enjoying the look on Fenton’s face, “Both your boys said the same thing.”
***
Minutes later, Fenton was strapped down to the black chair.
Grinning evilly, Mad Mesmero approached Fenton with the headset. Fenton struggled but to no avail. Mesmero placed the headset over Fenton’s head.
“NO! Noooo!!! Help! Boys, please snap out of it! Help me! God, this is like a nightmare!”
The Hardy Boys just stood there watching dispassionately.
Mesmero switched on his machine to Level 1.
The spiral swirled and the machine began its insidious magic. Slowly, inexorably, Fenton was pulled into its spell.
“Deeper and deeper into the spiral, heavier and heavier your arms, your legs, your whole body, and the heaviness pulls you deeper and deeper to sleep, deeper and deeper to sleep. The deeper asleep you are the better you feel and the better you feel the deeper asleep you go. Deeper and deeper into the spiral…”
At first, Fenton struggled mightily against the leather straps binding him down at the ankles, chest, wrists, arms, and forehead. But slowly, like his sons before him, his resistance weakened, slowed, and finally stopped as his body went limp and he fell into a light trance, ready for further programming.
Mesmero picked up the microphone and sat down. He wanted to be the one to program Fenton personally.
“Now Fenton, I want you to imagine a set of stairs going down 10 steps. With every step you will fall ten times deeper asleep. Ten…the deeper asleep you go, you will either feel your body get heavier and heavier or lighter and lighter. Nine…eight…down thee steps, deeper and deeper. Seven…Six…How is your body feeling, Fenton?”
“Light.”
“Good. Five… Going deeper and deeper, ten times deeper asleep, twice as light. Four…light as air. Three… deep asleep, ready to hear my words and obey them at one. Two… lighter than a feather. One…lighter than air. Let your body float away leaving only your mind and your voice to hear and obey me. Are you ready, Fenton?”
Fenton mumbled indistinctly.
“The lighter and farther your body drifts, the better you feel and the easier it becomes to speak. How are you feeling Fenton? Are you ready?”
When Fenton spoke again, it was low but clear. “I feel like I’m rising like a balloon. Yes, I’m ready.”
“Good. Then say it. I hear and obey you, Mesmero.”
“I hear and obey you, Mesmero.”
“Good boy, Fenton. Now even though you are deep asleep, I want you to breathe deep and focus in on your willpower. On a scale from 0-10 where do you think your will is?”
“Two.”
“Good. At the bottom of the stairs there is a fireman’s pole with the number 2 painted on it. You can see it stretched down and away for as long as you want. A level down you see the number 1 painted on. Down beyond that is 0. Can you see it?”
“Yes. I see it.”
This pole represents your will. Slide down and feel it slide away to 0.
“Yes. I feel it. I am at 0 will.”
“But look! The pole keeps going down! Down past zero into negative willpower, down into forever. If you go down another level, your body will become even lighter as you go deeper asleep and your will will go to -1. Less than no will. Slide now and feel it.”
“Yes. I feel it. So light. I am at negative one.”
“Good, repeat after me. I hear and obey only Mesmero, my Master.”
“I hear and obey only Mesmero, my Master.”
“Good. Slide down to -5. The deeper you go the better you feel.”
Fenton gave a soft moan of pleasure.
“Again. I hear and obey only Master Mesmero. I slide down the pole to -10.”
“I hear and obey only Master Mesmero. I slide down the pole to -10.”
“Repeat until I tell you to stop, sliding five points down the pole every time.”
“I hear and obey only Master Mesmero. I slide down the pole to -15. I hear and obey only Master Mesmero. I slide down the pole to -20. I hear and obey only Master Mesmero. I slide down the pole to -25…”
Mesmero smiled cruelly as Fenton brainwashed himself into Mesmero’s servitude. Turning away from the mind-fucked private dick, Mesmero made his tranced twin strip to his boxers and continue the task of sorting and cataloguing the stolen jewels.
***
Much later…
“I hear and obey only Master Mesmero. I slide down the pole to -5000.”
“You may stop now slave.”
“Yes Master.”
“You are mine completely in every way, aren’t you boy?”
“Yes Master.”
“Yes Master Mesmero!” he corrected gently.
“Yes Master Mesmero,” Fenton said without hesitation.
“Your body is mine.”
“Yes Master Mesmero.”
“Your emotions are mine.”
“Yes Master Mesmero.”
“Your memories are mine.”
“Yes Master Mesmero.”
“Good. And from now on, all you remember is being my slave. Your old identity, as a private dick, as Fenton Hardy is fading away. Fading away like an indistinct dream. Fading and forgotten. Who are you?”
“I’m - I ‘m your slave, Master Mesmero.”
“What about Fenton Hardy?”
“Fenton? I – I’m – I’m not sure who that is. Should I?”
“No. Good. I’m going to count to 3 and snap my fingers. When I do you will be able to sit up and open your eyes, staying completely clear and relaxed. And you will be ready to serve me completely. Are you ready, slaveboy?”
“Yes, Master Mesmero.”
“One…two..three.”
Snap!!!
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