The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 15 (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.
Fenton was floating.
Floating in a state of pure bliss. It seemed to Fenton that he was surrounded by blue as if he were floating through a cloudless sky. It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful.
His body was far away but Fenton knew it was safe. He thought it was safe. He hoped it was safe. But every time he felt there was a niggling feeling there might be something he should be worried about, a euphoric sensation of orgasmic proportions would fill his entire being and he stopped worrying.
In this disembodied state, Fenton floated for a long time. He didn’t know how much time passed. He didn’t care. He loved this blissful sky and he flew through it looking, looking, looking for the promise of heaven.
And then, quite suddenly, he was sinking. Slowly at first, but surely. It was a disappointing sensation. The euphoria began to fade. Heaven rose higher and higher, further and further away.
Desperately, Fenton strained his body upward trying to rise up again. He clutched upward as if to grab onto something. But there was nothing but empty air and he continued to fall.
“TEN…ten…ten……” The number came from all around him.
“Let your mind return…”
“NINE…nine…nine… come back to us…” Deep and resonant.
“NO! No, no, no! Leave me alone!” Fenton struggled and wished he didn’t feel so heavy.
EIGHT…SEVEN… SIX… Your mind and body are coming closer and closer…”
Fenton drifted down a little faster. Then faster still.
“FIVE...Faster and faster…Hurry Fenton….Come back to us…Come back…”
“YAHHHHH!!!” Fenton fell faster than ever. The blue sky began to rush past in a swirl of color.
“FOUR…four…four…”
Fenton fell down through a whirling blue tunnel. He began to feel sick. He closed his eyes.
“Three…Two…One… Wide Awake Fenton! Wide Awake Now!”
Fenton gasped as his mind and body came together with a snap. He opened his eyes.
He found that he was sitting in a beanbag chair. Not far away was the black leather chair that was the device of his slavery. Across from him sat Mesmero. He was naked.
Fenton started and then realized he was naked as well. Well, almost. He was barefoot and his hairy, broad chest stuck out exposed, his pecs still well defined, even at his age. He was wearing a dishcloth as a loincloth. Only it felt…strange.
“Fenton!? Are you all right? Are you all there Fenton?” Mesmero asked anxiously.
“I think so. What happened? Where are we?” Why are you naked?”
“Shortly after my enslavement, I was ordered to strip. I haven’t been wearing clothes for a while now.”
Fenton now noticed he felt…sticky. And there was something caked on his body, streaks of brown.
“Mesmero,” he asked carefully, “What is this on me?”
“Fenton, prepare yourself,” Mesmero replied carefully but quickly, “You haven’t been allowed to go to the toilet since your induction. Mad Mesmero and the others have been, um…going on you as well. That towel has been your only diaper.”
“How long?” Fenton whispered in grossed out fury.
“Two days,” whispered Mesmero.
“Oh God! OhGodOhGodOhGod!” Fenton chanted in grossed out horror. He ran to the bathroom and realized why the diaper had felt strange it was sticky and wet and stiff all at the same time.
Fenton peeled it off. The inside was indescribably terrible. His entire bum was entirely brown.
He dumped the towel in the sink touching it as little as possible. He jumped into the shower and turned it on, making the water very hot. The water running over his body felt amazing. He found a bar of soap and used it copiously, lathering everywhere. For a few moments the water running down the drain ran brown. Fenton scrubbed harder. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief as it grew clearer.
“Fenton!” Mesmero shouted through the door, “I don’t mean to rush you but I’m not sure how much time we have here before he comes back! But uh… don’t forget your hair!”
“Don’t worry!” Fenton shouted back.”
He found the shampoo and used it. Efficiently, but quickly, he washed his body of all the excrement and included a thorough cleaning of his genitals and butt crack.
Finally, he was done but he knew it would be a long time before he felt clean again.
Back out in the living room, the two naked men faced each other.
“So where are my clothes?” Fenton asked.
Mesmero explained that shortly after their capture their clothes were confiscated and destroyed. He led the way to the bedroom closet.
Inside, half the closet was filled with black burglar outfits. The other half held tux after tux after tux, at least a dozen of them. Fenton was more than a little creeped out.
“This is nothing,” Mesmero said, “You should see it in action. When he’s not burgling, he runs around this place in one of those tuxes and acts as if he’s back on the stage.”
Left with no choice, the two men dressed using the clothes in the closet. Fenton chose a black burglar outfit and Mesmero dressed a stage tux.
“Say, where is everyone anyway?” Fenton asked.
“Out on a job. And he could be back any minute. We’ve got to think of a plan to capture him.”
Questions flooded out of Fenton, questions that had been plaguing him ever since he had woken up.
“But is that even possible? What if he just triggers me again. Or you? And how did you escape?”
“Actually, he never captured me. After Tony and I escaped the first time, he used it on me and deprogrammed me. I knew if he knew that, we’d be good as dead. Plus I figured it would be only a matter of time before he used the boys’ triggers. So I faked it.”
“And you’ve been faking the whole time!? Two days? Why did you wait so long.?”
“This is the first time he’s trusted us alone. He’s always been here and sent out slaves for supplies or…sorry, but that’s what they are now, until we transform them back…which shouldn’t be long now.”
Mesmero rifled through a dresser drawer and then tossed Fenton his gun.
Tensely they waited Mad Mesmero’s return. They didn’t have long to wait. All too soon, the doorknob turned and the dreaded figures in black entered. Fenton and Mesmero waited until the evil twin passed the bedroom and entered the living room and saw they were missing.
Before he could react, Fenton stepped forward. Raising the gun he yelled, “FREEZE!”
Slowly, Mad Mez turned. There was no fear in his face, only malicious excitement lighting up his eyes.
“Well, well, well! Someone seems to be overdressed!”
“Give it up, Mesmero! You’re finished!” said Mesmero.
“I think not! Twin tranced!”
“Think again.”
“Ahhh, of course! How long have you been faking?”
“The whole time.”
“Bravo! You are quite the skilled actor. But it’s all been for nothing!”
“What do you mean?”
“My dear brother! As a fellow magician you should know! Always have something up your sleeve! Frank! Joe!”
Gathering the Hardy Boys to him, Mesmero pushed them in front of him. “You will not shoot your sons, I trust?” he asked silkily, “Push them into the bedroom!” he directed them.
Moving forward, the Hardy Boys obeyed, pressing themselves together in an impenetrable wall. Fenton dared not fire. The two men were shoved back into the bedroom.
Fenton saw a small pellet fly over the boys shoulders. He saw Mad Mez, pull the boys back and shut the door. He saw the pellet hit the floor. He saw the smoky gas start to be released from it. The choking smoke filled the room. Fenton’s entire body grew heavy as a stone. His senses reeled.
Then he saw no more.
***
Fenton woke with a pounding headache. He groaned.
He couldn’t move his arms. His legs were stuck. He opened his eyes.
He found he was sitting on the floor. Ropes were wound at least 8 times around his chest. His legs were stuck straight out in front of him. His ankles, knees and thighs were tied.
There were arms wrapped around his waist tied at the wrists but they weren’t his own. His arms were tied behind his back. But no. That wasn’t exactly right. He was stretched too tight for that. He struggled trying to see what was what and groaned in pain as several joints were stretched painfully.
Oh man! He was gagged too! His mouth felt stuck open with what he guessed was a rag jammed in his mouth. He could feel a cloth wrapped tightly around his head from just under his nose to his chin.
He heard a similar groan behind him and the hands around his waist moved of their own accord. And suddenly everything became clear.
Fenton and Mesmero were tied back to back. Their arms were threaded through each other and their hands tied around the other’s waist. Any attempt at struggling would only stretch their arms painfully, even to the point of dislocation. Besides that, the ropes around their chests were so tight, it left little to no room for struggling.
Fenton moved his head to the side to confirm his suspicion. Mesmero, still in his tux , was gagged just as tightly from nose to chin. Fenton bet dollars to doughnuts there was a similar rag inside his mouth. There would be no audible communication.
Fenton and Mesmero made a few halfhearted attempts to get free but it was no use and soon they settled down despondently to wait.
A few hours passed.
Then, without warning, the bedroom door crashed open. Mad Mesmero, also dressed in a showman’s tux, was framed in the doorway. His eyes flashed with madness and hate.
“You’ve spoiled everything! Everything! Why couldn’t you have just stayed as slaves? Why couldn’t you just have accepted your destiny!? Now it’s all ruined! RUINED!”
He crouched down and gazed with hate into Fenton’s eyes “I don’t think I like Bayport anymore,” he said petulantly. “Stupid one horse town.”
He stood up again and stared into space. “I must admit I will miss Joe though. And he’ll miss me too.”
“RRRRRRRRMMMMPPHHH!!!!” growled Fenton, struggling anew.
“But now…Now that’s all over. AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!” he screamed, wheeling round on Fenton and pulling out a silver stiletto dagger.
“Just one more thing to take care of…” he whispered, “Take care of for good.”
Mesmero raised the stiletto high over his head.
This story is copyright © 9 November 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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