The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 16 (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.
As Mesmero raised the silver stiletto over his head, Fenton closed his eyes and waited for the end.
Mesmero slashed down. He sliced through the ropes wrapping around the two men�s chests.
�But why!?� Fenton asked as they struggled loose. �I thought you were going to kill us.�
�Not quite yet! I� m not done making you suffer yet.�
�What more can you possibly do?� asked Mesmero.
�Can�t you guess?� answered his twin.
Mesmero thought and then cried out. �The boys! Where are they?�
�Now you�re thinking. Alas, all my loyal slaveboys must be�taken care of... I was sure you�d want to witness that before, as you say, I kill you!� He cackled maliciously
�You monster! What have you done with my boys!? I�ll kill you!� Fenton launched himself at the madman only to be brought up short by his own gun.
�Ah ah ah!!� admonished Mez, waving the gun and then motioned toward the door, �After you.�
They had no choice but to comply.
Mad Mez marched them out of the apartment, out of the building, and into a van. He hustled them inside and then threw in another pellet after them.
Instead of knocking them out, the gas just made their limbs feel as if they had turned to lead. Fenton and Mesmero gasped and struggled and then slid to the floor, paralyzed.
Mad Mez kept them in the gas-filled van for a full five minutes before he opened the front door. The gas poured out in an ugly purple smoke. He climbed in.
�Don�t worry boys! The anesthetic won�t last too long! Unfortunately!� he added nastily.
Mad Mez drove off chuckling evilly.
***
�Where � do you think � he�s taking us?� Fenton asked with difficulty. The drug was doping him up pretty bad.
�The � zoo,� whispered Mesmero, �Your boys are � at � the zoo.�
At the same time, Mesmero heaved his arm toward the van�s sliding door. It flopped heavily like a dead fish.
Mad Mez whipped his head around. His sharp ears had detected the exchange. �How did you know that?!� he yelled.
�Keep � your eyes on � the road, asshole!� Fenton yelled back.
With superhuman effort, Mesmero raised his arm and landed it on the door handle.
Mez saw and his eyes bulged. �NOOOO!!� he yelled.
Mesmero pulled. The door rolled open. Fresh air swept into the van. The last traces of the gas vanished.
�Take � deep � breaths!� instructed Mesmero. Fenton obeyed. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Almost immediately, feeling began to come back into his body.
Mez panicked and fishtailed the van a bit before pulling over. Fortunately he managed to avoid an accident.
�You should be able to move your legs in � like this,� Mesmero said, pulling his knees up to his chin, as Mez got out of the front door. Fenton found he could, and followed suit.
�On my word, kick!� Mesmero hissed, as Mez came around to the side. �NOW!�
Both men kicked out just as Mad Mesmero advanced on the side door. He caught four feet full on the face. He was knocked backwards and laid out cold on the ground.
�Hurry!� Mesmero warned, and both men bent and stretched their legs several more times until their bodies returned to normal. They jumped from the van, grabbed Mad Mez and pulled him into the van. There they used the stray pieces of rope littering the back to tie him up. Mesmero tied is ankles, wrapping several coils around each ankle, simulating an ankle cuff effect. Fenton took care of his wrists, tying them tightly behind his back. Then he took another rope and tied it to his wrists. He pulled this rope around to his front around his waist and up around his neck letting the ropes form an X over his chest. He pulled the rope taut and tied the ends to the villain�s wrists, using his own body to tie his hands against his body.
When he was properly secured, the two men jumped into the front seats and drove off.
It was only when they were free and clear that Fenton thought to ask, �By the way, how did you know the boys were at the zoo?�
�While you were in your trance, I managed to phone your wife and told her where we were. I told her to come over but sit and watch in the car. When you were taking a shower, she phoned back, saying Chet, Tony, and another boy were headed out. I told her to follow them but to text me when they got where they were going. I knew it was going to get hairy. She must have texted when we were unconscious from that first pellet because there was a message. I managed to sneak a peak when we were being hustled down to the garage. It said �the zoo�.
�Good work!� said Fenton.
�Oh yes, good work!� sneered Mad Mez.
�Shut up, you!� they shouted in unison.
***
Sometime later, at the zoo, Mesmero parked the van and the two men hopped out. They untied Mez�s feet and any other visible rope but kept his wrists tied behind his back.
�Keep your mouth shut!� whispered Fenton as they hustled him along, �One word, just one word, and so help me God�� he menaced Mez with his own stiletto. �Oh, and you better hope we get to my boys in time or I�ll gut you where you stand!�
�Now Fenton! I never agreed to...�
�Shut up!� I don�t care! This bastard messed with my sons. And now�I�m gonna mess with him.�
Fenton rested the point of the knife against Mez�s Adam�s apple and then pushed a little higher. Mez�s head moved back reflexively and he nodded slightly to show he got the picture. But even so, very surreptitiously, he began to squirm out of his wrist ropes.
Fenton was appalled at his violent behaviour but at the same time he didn�t care. These were his boys DAMMIT!
At the front gate they bluffed their way through, using Fenton�s official ID. Then they walked through the grounds searching.
�Where?� Fenton ground out.
At that moment, Mez gave a violent struggle and pulled his hands free. A karate chop sent the knife flying and a kick and a punch to the gut sent both men reeling to the ground. Mad Mez ran off.
Both men were stunned, the wind knocked out of them. Even though, it only took a moment to recover, it was enough to give Mez a good head start.
They saw Mez reach into his pocket and pull out a cell phone.
�NO!� wheezed Mesmero.
They struggled to their feet and began to run after Mad Mez but it was too late.
Mad Mez laughed maniacally, triumphantly. He pressed a few speed-dial numbers.
�Fenton, look!� Mesmero gasped out, pointing.
Fenton swung around to look. People were beginning to gasp and point at two young men who were climbing the fence of the alligator pit at opposite ends. It was Frank and Joe.
Fenton began running toward them. He knew he�d never make it.
The Hardy Boys reached the top of the fence.
Without hesitation, as one, they jumped.
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