O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 17 (mm hypno celeb)

by hypnojon32

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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.

And landed in the arms of burly security guards who were waiting below. Each guard was wearing protective suits in case of a gator attack.� As it was, the alligators were slowly, hungrily, making their way to the sides of the pit.

Each guard tossed a raw steak into the center of the pit. The gators made a mad dash, twisting and fighting through each other in a massive feeding frenzy.

Each guard heard music. It was coming from a ring tone on a cell phone clipped to the teens� belt. The guard removed the cell phone and crushed it under his heel. The music was silenced.

Frank and Joe�s glazed eyes closed. Fluttered. And then opened again, as if awaking from a long slumber.

�Wha- what�s going on?� Frank asked sleepily, �Where am I?�

�Just relax, son,� the guard said, �Everything�s under control.�

Rope ladders were let down from the top of the pit.

�Frank began to squirm. �Well, lemme down! I can walk fer chrissakes! Lemme down! I ain�t no queer!�

Across the pit, Joe heard his brother�s words carry. He let his hands trail unnecessarily down and them up the guard�s burly arm and then gripped his huge 18� bicep in an �attempt� to push away.

�Uh, yeah, me too!� he said, deliberately projecting loudly, �Me neither! I ain�t no queer!�

He wondered if his voice was as stilted as it sounded in his own ears.

The guard shifted him in his arms. Joe�s blue eyes widened as he saw the guard�s green one deliberately wink at him.

�Of course you�re not,� he said slowly, and he gently put him down

At the top of the pit, Mrs. Hardy had made her way to the alligator pit She heard Joe�s words as they carried. She sighed a heavy sigh and shed an invisible tear.

�Oh, Joe!� she thought, �When are you going to be honest?�

Frank, Joe, and the guards climbed up the rope ladders where the teens were crushed into bear hugs by both parents.

The mad mesmerist watched all these events with a growing and all-consuming rage.

�NO! This cannot happen! Hardy � HMMMMPHHHH!!�

�Not this time, dear brother� said his twin as he grabbed him from behind and hand-gagged him.

At this time, the group was joined my Chet, Davis and Tony who were escorted by Cassie, Iola, and more guards. Things were a little confused at first but it was finally revealed that Chet had been saved from the bear pit, Davis from the baboons, and Tony from the lions.

�But how did you know where to send guards? How did you know they were going to jump?� asked Fenton.

�I�ll field that one,� answered Mrs. Hardy, �After I started following the boys this morning, I never stopped. And when I saw them going into the zoo, I knew I�d need backup, so I called Cassie and Iola. When they got here, we split up to follow the boys and alerted the guards that there might be trouble.�

�Right. I followed Tony and Iola followed Chet and we had a guard follow this other boy, uh, Davis, right thank you, Davis, and look for anything unusual,� Cassie took up the tale, �They just stopped and stood like statues when they got to their appointed cages. Nothing we did could snap them out of it, so we just waited. When the music from the cell phones started, we put two and two together and grabbed them and turned them off before they could jump. That�s when they finally snapped out of it.�

Mad Mez made a violent move and bit down on the hand that was gagging him.

�Curse you! Curse you all! I will be avenged!� he screamed. And he stomped on his twin�s foot and wrested� free. Spinning quickly, he punched his twin in the jaw and knocked him down. With a feral cry that could rival any of the animals� in the zoo, he jumped on him, pummeling his brother in the face and gut.

But Mesmero gave back as good as he got. Over and over they rolled on the ground. In their matching tuxedos, the two men made mirror images.

�Stop them!� Fenton yelled.

The guards drew their guns. And a few more reached into the fray and pulled them apart.

�Let me go! Arrest him!� the twins shouted in unison.

�What? Stop that! He�s the bad one! No, he is!� they both yelled.

�Fenton?� Mrs. Hardy quavered.

Fenton looked from one to the other. They looked exactly alike. �I- I�m not sure�� he said. �They got sort of � mixed up.�

�Don�t you see? This is what he wants! He�ll get away again� said the one on the left.

�No, I�m the good one! Don�t let him fool you!� said the one on the right.

There was a tense silence.

�Fenton? You know me, don�t you? It�s me Mesmero.�

No, Fenton, don�t fall for it! It�s a trick!�

Fenton tried to think of something that Mesmero had told him, done with him that his twin did not know about but came up empty.

The twins continued to bicker.

�I�m the real Mesmero!�

�No you�re not I am!�

�Oh, what a lie!�

�You�re the liar! Ever since we were boys, you ��

�ENOUGH!� roared Fenton.

Slowly, he approached the Fenton on his left.

�OK, answer yes or no. Would he tell me that you are the good and true Mesmero?�

Mesmero/Mez considered carefully and then answered, �Yes.�

Fenton also considered and then decided, �Then, the other Mesmero is the good one and YOU ARE THE MAD MESMERIST!�

�What?� cried the poor man, �But he could be telling the truth!�

�But then you wouldn�t be. You�d be lying to save your skin. So if you told me the answer is yes, I�d know the real answer would be no.�

�But I could be telling the truth!�

�But then he�d be lying. So if you told me he said yes, the answer would still be no. Which means you�re the MAD MESMERIST! You�re the one who kidnapped my boys and tried to kill me!�

Fenton hauled off and punched Mez square in the face, knocking him to the ground.

�Arrest him! Don�t let him get away!� he yelled.

�No! You don�t understand! You�re making a terrible mistake! Hardy, pl ��

The other Mesmero darted forth and once again hand-gagged his twin. �Look out! I think he was trying to trigger the boys! Good work Fenton! What a clever trick! You made the right decision!�

The captured Mez struggled violently and made desperate grunting noises.

Mesmero handed his brother over to the guards. Two big burly men held him by the arms securely.

�Don�t let him speak a word until I�ve had time to de-program the boys,� Mesmero instructed. Obediently, one guard, re-applied the hand-gag, only this time Mez�s mouth was covered with a black leather glove, even more effectively cutting off his speech. He could now only manage some weak grunts. And soon when he saw it was fruitless he fell silent and watched the proceedings helplessly.

But Joe wasn�t so sure. �Dad are you sure!? Are you sure that is the real Mesmero?�

�Yes son, I am�.Well�pretty sure.�

�Trust me Fenton, you did. Remember when we first met? You nearly strangled the life outta me. He wasn�t around to know that.�

�That�s right! Joe, it�s all right. It�s the real one for sure.�

�Good. Now that that�s settled, may I have a little privacy with the boys so I can put them back to normal?�

Mrs. Hardy made a worried noise and convulsively hugged Frank a little closer.

�Oh, not to worry. I understand your fears. You�ve all been put through a lot of trauma at the hands of my brother and I want to make up for it. All I need is a little time, oh, say at that bench over there. They�ll be in plain sight all the time.�

Mr. and Mrs. Hardy nodded their assent. Mez went crazy, jumping and desperately struggling against his burly bonds. �MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!�

But it was no use.

Mesmero led the boys over to the benches. They all sat and Mesmero held up an index finger.

�All right boys, I want you all to take a deep breath and focus on the tip of my finger. Relax and focus.� Focus your breathing. Feel it slow and deepen. Center on the very tip. As you do, your bodies begin to relax. Your forehead. Your eyes. Your neck. Your chest. Your body. Everywhere feels heavy sleepy. Let your eyes go. They�re so heavy. Let them close. That�s it. It s easy to let go. Let go and sleep now. Sleep deep. Breathe deep and sleep deep. As deep as you did for my brother. Good. Very good. Now Frank, I�d like you to count back from 10. Everyone else, listen to Frank and everyone relax and sleep deeper with every number. Okay? Begin Frank.�

Thanks to their conditioning, all five boys were slumped over, their eyes closed, heads bowed, even with this simple induction. Frank began to count.

Then Mesmero had Joe count. Then Chet. Then Tony. Then Davis. And with five repetitions, Mesmero was satisfied they were deep enough to receive instruction.

�OK, boys, I realize you�ve been through a lot in the last couple of days but it�s over. From this moment on, any and all suggestions given to you from my brother are deleted. They will no longer have any effect over you. Ever since that first moment when you were captured and hypnotized at the Magic Mansion, all his ideas and desires for you are now gone and deleted and shall have no more power over you. Frank, can you hear me?�

�Yes sir.�

�You are welcome to remember or forget any of the time you spent with my brother. You may remember all, or you may choose to forget any of the more traumatic events. It is your choice. Understand, Frank?�

�Yes sir, I understand.�

�Tony, can you hear me?�

�Yes sir,� said the Italian youth.

�You are welcome to remember or forget any of the time you spent with my brother. You may remember all, or you may choose to forget any of the more traumatic events. It is your choice. Understand, Tony?�

�Yes sir, I understand.�

�Joe, can you hear me?�

�Yes sir, I hear you.�

�Joe, you are welcome to��

From across the way, the rest of the adults watched in relief and a little worry as all five boys bowed their heads easily in submission and fell into trance. They watched as Mesmero reached for Davis and found the crystal necklace. Mesmero had Davis look up and open his eyes. His gaze instantly locked onto the crystal as Mesmero hung it before his eyes and Davis began to droop again. His eyes fluttered and closed. He slept again. Mesmero pocketed the crystal. He gave a few more instructions, and then clapped his hands. The boys woke up, smiling and refreshed.

They all walked back over to the group and there was a fresh happy reunion.

Davis hung back a little, his, smaller form looking like the shy outsider he was. His memory had been totally wiped and he had no idea what he was doing there.

Finally, he plucked up the courage and asked one of the guards, �Um, hi, my name is Davis Henderson and I think I need to call home. I don�t know where I am or even how I got here.�

The guard nodded sympathetically and supplied him with a cell phone. Davis called home and was reunited with his frantic, worried mother.

Very soon after that, the police arrived and the mad mesmerist was handed over into their custody.

�No! Fenton, wait! You�ll live to regret this! No, I mean this isn�t right! You�ve chosen wrong. YOU CHOSE WRONG! NOOOOOOO!!!!�

Still raving, Mad Mez was bound into straightjacket and shoved into a padded police wagon. No one paid any attention. He was driven out of the zoo and off to the booby hatch at last.

Everybody began to slowly walk through the zoo

Somehow, Joe found himself walking companionably beside Mesmero.

�Gee Mesmero, do you really think we�ve seen the last of your brother?� Joe asked.

�I do believe so,� said Mesmero stopping to watch the chimps. �I�ll have him isolated but unfortunately there�s no guarantee. But I�ll do everything in my power to keep him there. After all it�s either him or me.�

That was a little strange, but Joe replied with a non-committal, �Mm-hmm.�

By this time the rest of them had gone on. Mesmero continued to lag behind.

�Joe,� Mesmero said, �I know.�

�You know what?� Joe asked innocently.

�I know you�re gay.�

�What? What are you talking about? Who said? Geez, keep your voice down!� Joe rubbernecked around, making sure there was nobody within earshot. �How do you know that?� he whispered furiously.

�It came out in your deprogramming,� Mesmero said easily.

�Oh.�

�Oh Joe, it�s OK. I don�t mind. And trust me, if you were honest with your family, I�m sure they wouldn�t mind either.�

�My mother maybe. Maybe, maybe my father. But not Frank. He�s so straight, He hates gays and calls anything he doesn�t like queer. And he�s the only one that matters. He�s my partner. He�s my best friend. Without him, I don�t know what I�d do. I just � just��

And Joe leaned his forehead into the cool metal of a fence and sobbed.

�Oh God! Oh God! It�s so hard pretending ALL the time. I get headaches. I get so tired. I�m just so very tired.�

�I know Joe. I know.�

�No, you don�t!� Joe said bitterly, �No-one knows. No-one understands.�

�It must be terrible,� Mesmero reached out and rubbed Joe�s shoulder sympathetically.

�It is,� Joe leaned into the hand reflexively.

�I can understand a bit though. With a gay brother, a twin no less, I�ve seen what he went through. What his desires were.� Mesmero drew Joe to his side and slung his arm over Joe�s shoulder. Slowly, they once again began following the rest of the group, who seemed farther ahead than ever.

�Tell me Joe, how much of your adventure do you remember?�

�Bit�s and pieces. I remember the show, being tied up onstage. I remember being strapped down to a black leather chair and�and well, my nipples being played with. I remember a few sexual encounters. But most of it�s a total blank.�

�I see. You remember the sex huh?�

�Some of it. It�s a bit embarrassing though.�

�It�s OK. I told you, you could remember or forget as much as you wanted. I think you remember because you could handle it. Your straight brother and all their friends draw complete blanks in that area.�

�I guess. Lucky me.�

�Do you remember the strip show?�

Joe wheeled around. �How do you know about that!�

Mesmero gasped in delight. �Ah ha! You do remember!� He reached out and caressed Joe�s cheek. Joe was repelled but he couldn�t resist the touch; he leaned into it gratefully. �You know, you were always my favorite. I know it�s not safe for us all to be together anymore. That�s why I deprogrammed the rest of them. But I couldn�t give you up. I couldn�t give up my favorite.�

Joe�s blue eyes widened in alarm. �Oh my God! My dad did choose wrong! You�re Mez!�

�You�re right. And you�re a Hardy Hypno�ed!�

A steel door slammed down in Joe�s conscious mind and his free will was trapped, locked away behind it. His wide, blue eyes, relaxed, fluttered, closed. When they opened again, there was a new, sexy glint in them.

Joe stood and wrapped one arm around the back of Mez�s waist. He looked up with that sexy glint into his master�s face.

��I�m listening,� Joe said.

The two of them turned and began walking away from the Hardy�s and their friends. Within seconds, they were lost in the crowd.

THE�END

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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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