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The Bee Keeper

The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 4 (hypno celeb)

by hypnojon32

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Things look grim! Tony thought.

As well he might. Tony looked round in consternation from where he sat tied to a chair and wondered if he was having a nightmare.

No, he decided, the ropes hurt too much for this to be a dream. His legs were tied by the ankles to the two front legs of the chair. Each thigh was individually tied to the seat, holding him firmly in place. Rope was coiled 6 times around his chest fixing him to the back. Arms to the sides by his biceps. But the clincher was his wrists. At first, with the hurried job Chet had done, Tony figured he would be able to wriggle free easily. But no, that was just to keep him busy while Chet slowly immobilized him. After he was done everywhere else, Chet returned to his wrists. Now they were tightly tied behind his back with his wrists parallel. The fastening knot had been tied somewhere in the middle, quite out of reach of his hands.

Mesmero had been right. Frank and Joe had been compromised. Now here they all were, captured in a windowless, dungeon-like room. Frank, Joe, and Chet were slaves. Mesmero had been frozen into a statue by an evil hypnotic spell and his twin was in high command.

Tony still couldn't understand how this had happened. Joe had hurt his foot. Tony had bent to look, and then...

And then he was here. Bound and captured.

"So what now?" he asked Mad Mesmero, "Why haven't you enslaved me as well?"

"I'm going to let you watch me brainwash your thuggish friend. And after that, I've got a special fate for you. I'll let you remember your trancing and behavior while you are under. And when you are my slave, you will be different then these zombie-like drones who only obey in trance. You will be aware and cognizant of what you are doing, but unable to stop yourself from obeying. You are going to be my right hand man."

"Never!" shouted Tony, struggling mightily. He could barely squirm.

"Time will tell."

"But why me?" Why not Frank? "Or your brother?"

"Then that's it!" We've got to go down there! It's the only way we'll be able to pick up mad Mesmero's trail and save Frank and Joe!"

Tony gasped as he heard his own words thrown back at him word for word.

"I don't like being called names Tony. That's why I've designed this very special punishment for you."

"But you are mad!" Tony pointed out.

"That's not the point. You didn't know I was at the time. You just blindly went along with what HE said, and called me names! And now YOU MUST PAY!"

"Isn't that a little extreme?" Tony asked.

"Well duhhhh! I am mad, after all!"

* * *

Mesmero hummed a lighthearted tune as he strapped the big boy down into the black chair. He had to admit, he wasn't as attracted to Chet as he was to his three friends. The muscles were nice and all but someone who would so willingly and easily reduce their intelligence like that, showed a remarkable lack of self-esteem. But his large size would allow him to become the brawn of this operation. Mesmero was looking forward to the considerable coin that Chet was going to get for him before...

Mesmero shook off that unpleasant thought and yanked on the last strap around Chet's last ankle extra tight. Then he called over Frank and instructed him.

Frank listened and nodded. "I understand, Master." He said.

Then he turned to Chet: "Can you hear me, muscle slave?" he asked.

"Me hear. Me obey." Chet said.

"I want to feel your intelligence rise and return to normal as I count to 5." Frank counted. "How's that, boy?"

"Much better Frank. Thanks bud."

"Good Chet. In a moment you will wake and when you do you will remember nothing since the time you I told you to start looking at your bicep. And when you wake whenever you hear any reference to sleep, relax, get heavy, or any other reference to sleep, you will be unable to resist getting 10 xs sleepier. It will give you pleasure to go deeper, understand Chet?"

"Yes Frank."

"NO!" Tony shouted, "No! Chet, wake up! Wake up now!" He strained and pulled on his ropes violently. Nothing.

Frank turned to Tony, his eyes evil and dead. "He hears only me." He said flatly.

Tony was silent. What could he say?

"It will give to especial pleasure to continue going deeper when you try and resist the voice. When the voice is one that you would want to resist. Understand, Chet?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. Wake on 3, remembering nothing. One, two, three!"

Chet blinked, woke. He tried to move. Struggled and strained mightily when he found he could not.

"Wha- where- what happened? Help! Help, Frank! Frank!"

"Frank can't help you now." Mesmero said, stepping into view, "And why would he? He's the one who captured you!"

"Mesmero! Thank God! You gotta get- wait...you aren't Mesmero! Oh no! You're the twin!"

"No kidding. The Mesmero you were hoping for is over there." He pointed.

"I can't move my head." Chet said, reminding him.

"Well, I don't see the harm, this once. Frank, untie the prisoner's head and let him grasp fully the awesome peril he is in."

Frank undid the forehead strap.

Chet's head went everywhere. Took in everything. Frank and Joe. Mesmero frozen. Tony tied. Asked all the predictable questions. Mesmero answered them all. What did it matter?

"And what now?" Chet asked. "You gonna kill me? Kinda cowardly doin' it with me all strapped down. Lemme go and we'll fight it out man to man."

"No, I don't think so," Mesmero said, seeing through Chet's plan like window glass, "Besides, I don't want you dead. You see Chet, with every criminal outfit there must be the brains of the outfit and there must be the brawn. I am the brain and you are the going to be the brawn." Mesmero traced one finger down the left side of Chet's face from forehead to chin, "Handsome brawn at that. And together we will make a lot of money."

Chet struggled and squirmed away from the invading finger but could do nothing about it. Mesmero laughed maniacally at his own joke.

"I'd never steal for you! I'm not a criminal!" Chet protested.

"Oh yes you will," Mesmero answered, "You'll do it in your sleep."

"Ohhhh," Chet groaned as he relaxed visibly.

"No, Chet! Fight it! You can do it! Fight it! Don't let him do this to you!" Tony yelled.

"Mesmero snapped his fingers and pointed. Joe, who was nearer, stepped forward and hand-gagged Tony who squirmed and grunted in protest.

Mesmero stepped forward a single white glove in hand.

"At this point in the performance," he whacked Tony on the right cheek with the glove, "I must insist on complete (whack on the left cheek) silence from the audience. Any interference-(right) could result in- (left) the loss- (right) of quality in performance-(left) of the volunteers-(right) and the lack of enjoyment-(left) in your fellow audience members." He leaned in close, "and in this case from the certain helper from the peanut gallery. Got it?"

Tony nodded.

"Just so you remember..." Mesmero pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket. And kept pulling. Tony's eyes widened. It was one of those trick hankies, the ones that just kept coming and coming. Tony counted 15 and then lost count as they just kept coming and coming. Twenty...thirty...on and on.

Finally, they were all out. Mesmero gestured Joe away and chose a middle point in the silk and began wrapping the mass around and around Tony's head, starting with fitting one of the bend knots into Tony's mouth forming a cleave. As more layers were added, more cloth fit over the cleave, covering Tony's entire mouth completely. And since there was still an access of handkerchief, Mesmero wrapped it several times around the back of the chair, tying Tony's head to the chair, around the mouth and forehead, eyes forced front. Mesmero tied the gag off with a smart square knot with plenty of room to spare. He bent down and looked Tony in the eyes.

"Comfy?" he asked.

Tony groaned weakly.

"Good. Shall we continue?" he asked Chet.

"No! Oh, when I get outta this...!" Chet struggled.

Ahhh, but you won't. You're much to tired for that...Too relaxed. Too sleepy..."

"Uhhhh, no! No! What's happening? Feels like I haven't slept in weeks all of a sudden."

"Perhaps you haven't. Why not sleep now? Feel your eyes grow heavy. Heavier. So tired. So sleepy. Sleep Chet. Sleep deep, now!

This time Tony's soft "mmmphs" could do nothing. Chet's resistance was soon overcome and conquered.

Tony was forced to watch as Frank was before him as Chet's will was sapped away from him and replaced with blind obedience.

"OK, Chet, whenever you hear me and only me say the phrase, "I am the brain," you will fall deep, deep asleep, and your willpower will drop to -300. When you reach -300 and are ready to obey you will answer back, 'I am the brawn. I'm listening.' Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Repeat this back in your own words so I know you understand."

Chet did so.

"Again."

Ten times.

* * *

After what seemed like hours later (and probably was) Chet was fully programmed as a strongman muscle slave. On a moments notice his body would grow to twice its size and he would instantly be mindlessly obedient. Wrong would seem right to him and this time he would keep his intelligence.

Mesmero untied Tony's gag and sat down facing him.

"Well, well, well," he said, "And then there was one."

Tony stared back at him defiantly.

"I don't know what you are hoping for," he said, "I'm not stupid, you know. I know a little bit about hypnosis as well."

"Oh really?" Mesmero answered condescendingly.

"I know the subject has to trust you," said Tony, "That's how you managed to get me the first time, through Joe. But I loathe and despise you for what you've done to them. I'll never submit to you! Never!"

"Trust is important," Mesmero conceded, "but I've found it's not essential. I can still make you mine and have you all home by dawn's early light."

"Never!"

Tony, Tony!" Mesmero said soothingly, "Look at yourself. You are in no position to fight. Your friends are all lost. There is no escape. Why not just accept you fate and relax..."

"STOP!!!" Tony shouted, tightening every muscle. He felt the ropes press against his flesh, burning it extra. He welcomed the pain, anything to keep him awake. "I won't listen."

"But it's inevitable," Mesmero continued in that silky voice, "Resistance, as they say, is futile. Why, I bet it wouldn't even make a difference if you tried to hypnotize me." He looked at the teen slyly.

"I bet I could!" Tony said, taking the bait, "I've been watching you enough. Plus I remember a bit of Joe's induction before I blacked out. I bet I could!"

This last bit was a total bluff. Tony couldn't remember a word after Joe asked him to look at his foot but he figured what Mesmero didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"I'll take that bet!" Mesmero said quickly. He brought up an extra chair and sat facing the tied-up teen.

"Huh?"

"Hypnotize me. If you can. This is your chance Tony. Your chance to free your friends and get me back for all I've done to you. Come on. You know you want to. Have to. Isn't it Tony? You know you want to. You know you want to."

"Yes. It is. I know I want to."

Mesmero leaned back in his chair. "Well then, go ahead and try," he said brightly.

"OK. Uh, what do we do first?"

"Well, I suppose you have me look deep into those chocolate brown eyes," Mesmero said," and then we go from there."

"Uh, right then. Look into my eyes. Gaze deeper...deeper..." Tony intoned awkwardly feeling like a sleazy carny. But he sallied forth, knowing this was his last chance to free both himself and his friends.

"Look deep into my eyes...deep, so deep, focusing..."

"As you are looking into mine," Mesmero said.

"Yes, well gaze deep, and breathe, feel you body relax..."

"And let yours as well, following your own instructions," Mesmero said quickly.

"As you continue to gaze deep, take a deep breath, feel your body relax," Tony said.

Mesmero sighed hugely. Then again. And again.

"That's it. Breathe deep. And again. Let your body feel very relaxed. Are you relaxing?"

"Oh, infinitely. So relaxed. Breathing so deep. Bet it would be easy to match my breathing. To gaze deep in my eyes. As I'm gazing into yours. Deeper and deeper."

"Yes. Deeper and deeper."

"Breathing so deep."

Tony sucked in a huge, slow breath.

"As you gaze deep into my eyes you can feel yours get heavy. So heavy," said Tony thickly.

"As are yours," Mesmero said quickly, breathing deeply, watching with satisfaction as Tony followed him. Tony's eyes began to flicker.

"Breathe deep, Body heavy. Eyes so heavy. So heavy, like lead weights attached to them. So easy to follow your own instructions. So easy to let your eyes close and sleep and let go. Follow your own instructions, Tony. What is your next instruction, Tony?"

"Eyes heavy, Body heavy. Let eyes close and sleep. Sleep deep. Let...your...body...sleep deep....ohhh...nooo...what have....you done...my eyes so heavy..."

"Yes, so heavy they can't keep open any longer, body so heavy, it can't resist sleeping, and now you feel so heavy, so comfortable, you don't want to resist or fight any longer. The more you fight, the more you relax,, relax and sleep, relax and sleep, sleep Tony, that's it, sleep deep, let your shoulders relax, let your neck relax, your head fall forward as you sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, deep. Now, in your mind's eye, picture a staircase. Each stair draws you deeper and deeper asleep. Take a step down the first stair, the first of ten. Nine, going deeper and deeper asleep, eight....

* * *

"...I hear and obey. I slide down the pole. My will is -500. I hear and obey...I slide down the pole. My will is -600. I hear and..."

"OK, Tony, you can stop now for the time being.

"Yes sir."

"And how are you feeling at -600, Tony?" Mesmero loved asking this question. Every answer was different.

"Empty and open. Waiting for Master to fill me with his orders."

"Very good. It will feel so good to obey my orders and answer my questions truthfully."

"Yes sir. As you wish."

"Have you ever worn a leather collar, Tony?"

"No sir. I'm a good, straight boy."

"Ahhh but Tony, you can be good and still like leather. It's smooth and sensual and feels really sexy. Can I show you something?"

"Are you going to hurt me, sir?"

"No Tony. Just because you might like leather doesn't mean you have to like pain. Understand, boy?"

"Yes sir. I understand, sir." Tony relaxed visibly.

Mesmero quickly detached the forehead strap from the chair and brought it over to Tony. He curved it loosely around Tony's neck in a makeshift collar. He moved the leather, slowly, sensually over Tony's skin.

"This is what leather feels like. What a leather collar feels like. Feels good, doesn't it slave?

"Ohhh, yes master, it does."

"Good. As it slides over your skin, feel your will plunge you down, deeper asleep, feel it drop to -800, 900, 1000."

Tony moaned and sighed and shifted a little in his chair

"I'm just going to adjust your collar now," Mesmero removed it. "But you can still feel the leather there. The leather makes you completely open, completely obedient to me and takes you too -1000 instantly. You can feel that can't you, boy?"

"Yes Master, I can feel it. It's so erotic."

"Good boy. Whenever you hear me say COLLAR ON, you will feel this collar come on you, even if you are awake. When the collar comes on you when you are awake you will stay awake and aware but your will shall drop instantly away to -1000, to where you are now. Understand?

"Yes master, I understand."

"Then repeat these instructions so I know you understand."

"Whenever you say Collar On, I will feel my collar come on. It feels so sexy. It will drop me to -1000 even if I am awake and I will obey you without question."

"Good boy. When I snap my fingers, you will awake and remember everything about this trance."

SNAP!

"Wha - huh? Oh no! Oh hell! You got me! Damn you!"

"Yes, you fell for my trap perfectly," Mesmero said smugly.

"Damn you!" Tony said again.

"Did you really think I'd let you hypnotize me? Let you control me? Foolish boy. That's like thinking the puppets could control the master puppeteer!"

"It worked for Pinocchio," Tony said under his breath."

"WHAT did you say!?" Mesmero yelled.

"You gave me no choice," Tony yelled back, "I had to try."

"And you failed. Miserably. Nyahh nyahh!" Mesmero stuck out his tongue.

"Geez man! If you're going to gloat, at least do it in style!"

Mesmero blushed in anger.

"It's you who needs style! A little leather in your ensemble! COLLAR -"

"STOP!" Tony yelled desperately. "You may be able to do this thing, control me, but you will never have me completely. You may have my mind and body but I will also be awake and I will never willingly serve you. I will call you Master Bastard, Senor Psychopath, I will have my conscious self sabotage everything you do and do everything I can to bring you down!"

"You know, I really don't think I care for your attitude," Mesmero said.

"Then you should have made me one of your drones. I mean it. I will bring you down and if I can't, I'll bring myself down instead! I will use every conscious effort to destroy myself in your service. I'd rather die than be your slave!"

"You know, it's a little too late for heroics," Mesmero straddled and sat on Tony's numb and unresisting lap. "You know, I could get rid of this annoying little attitude problem with two little words."

Tony braced himself but when Mesmero said nothing, realization dawned.

"But you don't want to," he deduced, "because then I might as well be just like one of your drones."

Mesmero nodded sadly.

"What are you going to do?"

Mesmero jumped up and paced. "I'm going to take you at your word. You say you'd rather die than be my slave, fine! Then I'm going to kill you!"

"WHAT!!! Wait...no! No!"

But trapped by his own words, Tony could see how he could talk his way out of this one.

And next second, he couldn't have anyway, for Mesmero re-fastened his gag, only coiling it two or three times around his head, but still tying it off very securely.

"Slave Joe! Slave Frank! Front and Center!"

"Yes Master," chorused two voices.

"Do you have an empty gas-can in your car?"

"No, Master. It is half full." said Frank.

"Is it? Excellent! Go and retrieve it and bring it here. Joe go with him and pick up any piece of rope that is over two feet long that you can find along the way until you get out of the basement. Then return here."

"Yes, Master." The Hardy Boys left the room.

"Mesmero straddled the second chair and addressed Tony one last time.

Well Tony, like I said, I'm going to take you at your word. I was going to leave my brother down here to die alone but now you can keep him company. Now here's the deal. You can have the honorable death in freedom that you crave so much. "But if you do escape and survive, somehow then that means you didn't mean what you said. You would rather not die which means you would rather serve me. Which means you must then seek me out to accept your fate and take your place by my side. Understand?"

Tony had not heard such twisted logic in his life. But he nodded and grunted. What else could he do?

"Good. Although I don't see you escaping here. A pity. I like you, Tony. I would have really enjoyed working with you. And playing. Playtimes would have been fun as..."

"We have returned, Master."

Annoyed at being interrupted, Mesmero jerked out of the moment. Tony choked down the bile.

In silence, Mesmero sealed Tony's doom. He attached the lengths of rope Joe had brought using bend knots and then dipped the whole mass of it into the gas. Mesmero made about 75 feet of fuse, twisting and spiraling it throughout the entire hideout. Mesmero placed one end of the rope under Tony's chair. He sloshed Tony's clothes with gas and then poured a pool of it under his chair as well. He then made a gas trail from there to his frozen twin.

"Goodbye Tony. I hall miss the fun would have had."

Mesmero brought out a thick cigar. He lit it and puffed a bit to get it going.

"Never smoke these things normally. Never inhale. But they're good to have around. Rich men love 'em." He placed the cigar on top of the other end of the fuse, near the door. Taking up the gas can, and motioning his slaves ahead of him, Mesmero waved a final goodbye and closed the door.

Left alone in the room with only a living mannequin as company, Tony shook his head and struggled with all his might. But it was no use. With his arms tied parallel, Tony couldn't even reach the knots to undo his hands, much less anything else. His eyes were riveted to the cigar which slowly burned closer and closer to the fuse.

With difficulty, Tony worked his mouth free of the gag.

Closer.

Mesmero! Wake up! Please help me!"

Closer.

There was no change. Mesmero was unmoving as ever.

"Wake up! Move! I command you! Uhh...WIDE AWAKE!" Tony tried.

No change. The cigar burned closer. There was a flash of flame as the fuse lit.

Tony's eyes filled with terror as they followed the fuse burning down, twisting and crackling, closer and closer to the end....

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This story is copyright © 6 August 2004 by hypnojon32. All rights reserved.
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This story contains male/male sex, s/m role-play, and hypnofetishism.
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