O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 7 (hypno oral anal celeb)

by hypnojon32

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The forklift was a centimeter away from his chest. Fenton's eyes popped open and fixated on the blade made shiny by the headlights and rain. He wanted to stare death in the face.

The blade touched his chest. Instinctively, Fenton pressed backward as hard as he could. The blade pressed into his chest. Fenton grimaced, imagining how the blade would sslllooowwwlly puncture and push its way through his body.

The pressure increased. Fenton screamed through his tight duct tape gag that had been wrapped at least six times around his head. The only sound was a weak "mmmmmmm".

The blade stopped. Moved back a few centimeters. Fenton was overcome with relief and shock. He sagged forward in his bonds.

Then he leaned forward and squinted. Out in the dark were two shadowy figures. One was on the forklift working the controls. The other was beside it. The minute the forklift was pulled back the second figure darted forward into the headlights and coalesced into a young man with midnight-black, rain-slicked hair, dark eyes and olive skin. He carried a metal cutter and a pocket knife.

Like Mesmero before him, the young man leaned close to Fenton's ear to be heard over the pounding rain and thunder.

"Mr. Hardy, we've only got seconds. We've got to make it look like the forklift went over. I will answer your questions, but for now, you've got to follow me and hurry."

With that, the young man quickly and efficiently used the metal cutter to snip through Fenton's chains. He sliced through the duct tape with the knife. Fenton tried to pull the strips away from his body but his midnight angel tugged at his wrist.

"Never mind that now!" he said, tugging frantically, "Follow me, hurry!"

Fenton allowed himself to be led out of danger. As soon as both of them were out of the way, the forklift was started forward again. The shadowy figure jumped off. Moments later, there was a horrible crunching, screeching, crashing sound as the forklift smashed into the guardrail planks and then a terrific splash as it fell into the ocean.

And then the three of them were running, running, running away, becoming lost in, becoming a part of, the dark and the night.

* * *

"My name's Tony!" the young man shouted as they ran, "I'm a friend of Frank and Joe's."

At the sound of their name, Fenton stopped short, bile rising in his throat.

Again, Tony grabbed his wrist. "Please sir, don't stop now! I can only imagine what you saw and experienced, but I promise you, we will get them back!"

A few moments later, they reached a small green Toyota. The third figure, which Fenton had not yet been able to identify, climbed into the driver's seat. Tony opened the back seat, shoved Fenton inside, and then clambered in after him. Even before the door had properly shut, the driver slammed the pedal to metal and they were away.

For a few precious seconds, Fenton just lay back, enjoying the softness of the seat, and the blessed feeling of not being rained on.

Then he clawed at his face, tearing at the thick tape gag that was still firmly in place.

"MMMMM-MMMMM!!!" he grunted.

"Right, sir, hang on," Tony said.

Holding very still, Fenton waited as Tony very carefully cut away at the gag, near the middle of his right cheek. As the car drove feverishly away from the wharf, Tony made careful cuts. Finally, it was done. Fenton ripped it away from his mouth and drew a huge breath.

"Thank you both so much. Another second, I would have been a goner. And who are you?" he asked, addressing the driver.

"In a deepened voice, the driver said, "He must not know."

Tony: What do you mean? He'll find out eventually.

Driver, urgently: Not yet!

Fenton placed a gentle hand on the driver's shoulder and implored, "Please sir, it's OK. I owe you a great debt. Who are you?"

The shoulder stiffened. "You will not think that when you see my face. Wait a while longer."

A few minutes longer after they were a safe distance away from the wharf, the driver pulled over on the side of the road and cut the engine.

"Prepare yourself for a shock," he said. He turned around.

Fenton stiffened, eyes wide. His throat constricted and he saw red.

It was Mesmero.

* * *

Mesmero stopped just inside the warehouse door. He cocked an ear toward the wharf. He listened in evil glee as the forklift splashed down in the dark ocean. Then he went inside and closed out the storm.

Frank and Joe were waiting. Cupping a hand on each of their asses, Mesmero gently propelled them back to the office.

Once inside, he sat them down on the air mattress one on either side of him. "Sleep deep," he said. Immediately, two heads flopped onto his shoulders. Adorable.

"An enemy has been destroyed. That enemy was your father. How do you boys feel about that?" Mesmero asked.

"He was Master's enemy," Joe said, "Obedience to Master is primary. Therefore he is our enemy. His destruction is acceptable."

"Agreed, "Frank said softly.

"Good boy," Mesmero leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss onto Frank's lips. Frank pressed back. Gently, Mesmero stroked Frank's lips with the tip of his tongue. Frank opened his mouth in response and lay there in capitulation as Mesmero, slowly and rhythmically stroked the inside of his mouth.

"When you wake, you will remember this kiss, every 2 hours. At the beginning it will be a dark haired woman, but when the kiss ends you will realize it has been a dark man who has kissed you. This will distress you at first, but as time goes on it will become increasingly erotic. This will embarrass you so much you won't be able to talk about it except to Joe, understand?"

"I understand," Frank said.

Mesmero turned to face Joe. He kissed him deeply. Unlike Frank, whose straight inhibitions made him a compliant yet unresponsive toy, Joe was a man set free. Joe ravaged Mesmero's mouth, flipped a leg over Mesmero's and tugged at his clothes. Mesmero felt Joe get through a few buttons and felt Joe's fingers quest out and feel a nipple. Mesmero groaned. He was in seventh heaven.

After a while, Joe had Mesmero's shirt open and tugged at his pants as well. Mesmero let Joe go to town there and drew Frank closer. As Joe moved downward to his chest and then his dick, Mesmero leaned close to Frank's ear.

Frank when I count to 3 you will open your eyes and see a beautiful woman of your choice in front of you. She wants to kiss you and suck your cock. You will let her. You will want to. You will need to. Ready? 1, 2, 3."

Frank's eyes opened but he did not wake. "Oh, Cassie," he breathed and kissed Mesmero deeply, aggressively. Mesmero was awash in sensation. Down between his legs, Joe was now industriously sucking his cock and titplaying him. At his head, Frank was finally kissing him thoroughly. Mesmero made an insubstantial grab at Frank's shirt. Frank took the hint and pulled his shirt off. He pulled down his pants and pulled out his cock which was stiffening rapidly.

Sitting up slightly and twisting to ones side, Mesmero grabbed it, pulling Frank into a kneeling position near his head. Wasting no time, Mesmero sucked and was sucked. He let his hands roam over Frank's sculpted chest, occasionally tweaking the sensitized nubs. Dimly, he made a mental note to remember when engaged in such threesomes to stick to similar positions in which the Hardy boys were making love to him but not to each other.

After all, there's kinky, and then there's just plain disgusting.

* * *

As fast as a striking snake, Fenton's hands were around Mesmero's throat. Tony started in surprise. He hadn't even seen his arms move, it was that fast.

"Die-bastard-die--!!" Fenton croaked, throttling him slowly back and forth.

Tony launched himself into the fray, pulling at Fenton's locked fingers.

"It's not what you think!" he shouted at the same time, "It's not! It's not him! This is his twin! His twin!"

Tony had to say this several times before it registered. Finally, Tony was able to pry Fenton's fingers away from Mesmero's neck. "His-his twin??" he asked hoarsely. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Tony soothed, "The good one. He's OK. He saved me from his brother as well."

"Well," Fenton said grudgingly, "All right then. Sorry about that then," he apologized.

"Hey, no problem," Mesmero returned, his voice a hoarse croak, "Happens all the time."

"But how? How did you know to rescue me?" Fenton asked.

"Well sir," Tony explained as they got going again, "After we saw the bank robbery story on the news, we figured it was Mesmero and...well, you know. So we decided to stakeout your house to see what his next move would be. We were parked across the street when you and your boys came out and took off."

"I see. But why would you think it was that - that monster and my boys? The news said there were four robbers."

"Yes sir," But you see -"

"Call me Fenton. I think you've earned it."

"Really!? Why thank you, si-Fenton. Anyway, you see, your sons are not the only ones he has under hypnotic control. The fourth robber was Chet."

"I see."

"Yes, well anyway, after you all took off, we followed as discreetly as we could. When we got to the warehouse we kept watch and eventually saw you get tied up unconscious to the wharf. Mesmero sent me to get the metal cutters the minute he saw the chains and I found them in a small nearby shed. Then - well then we saved you, sir - uh, Fenton."

"You sure did! But what now? What can we do to stop him? We've got to save my boys!"

* * *

At that moment, Fenton's "boys" were currently beyond help, hope and the point of no return. All three of them were buck naked. Mesmero had Joe facing the wall. Mesmero entered him slowly and at the same time reached around and jerked him off but stopped whenever he heard him coming to close. Behind him, Frank was industriously pumping away, convinced he was fucking "Cassie".

Mesmero was again in seventh heaven. Using copious amounts of lube he slowly pumped in and out of Joe who groaned and backed up against him in wild abandon in obvious pleasure. Reaching behind him Joe pulled Mesmero into a deep kiss of frenzied passion. Behind Mesmero, Frank matched his speed exactly also using lots of lube. With each stroke, Mesmero felt a wave of pleasure just as Joe was feeling it from him.

Feeling a bit frenzied himself, Mesmero, reached behind him and kissed Frank. Then Joe. Then Frank again. Then Joe again. Mesmero had to admit he was becoming addicted to Joe's kisses. He speeded up. Frank matched him.

Joe went wild. He bucked and backed up against Mesmero driving him in to the hilt. Mesmero went wild. Moving faster and faster, he trailed kissed up and down Joe's neck, feeling his own climax coming closer and closer. Frank went wild. Holding onto Mesmero's hips he bucked wildly as well.

Joe's hair was coated in sweat. Shaking his head in desperation, droplets flew. Suddenly, he collapsed against Mesmero in exhaustion, shuddered and cried out. Still bucking, he climaxed hard shooting five long streams of ropy cum. Mesmero was next, whispering to Frank a he did so, "Cum for me stud!" Together they came, each still buried to the hilt in another's ass.

Kissing them both, Mesmero reluctantly began the separation process. He disposed of the condoms and then laid them down on the makeshift bed. He sent them deep down into trance, and began the careful process of erasing their memories of an event that he would never forget.

* * *

Back at Tony's apartment, the three men sat around the cramped kitchen table for a late-night war council.

"So, what are we going to do?" Fenton asked again.

"We've got to get Frank and Joe away from him, obviously," Mesmero said, "Once that happens, I can re-hypnotize them and deprogram them of all of my twin's evil post-hypnotics. The easiest way for that to happen is find out what they're re-induction trigger is. Once we know, I can pretend to be my brother and re-capture them."

"And how can we do that?" asked Fenton.

"One of us has got to be captured," Tony said, "To go undercover and find out. And it's got to be me."

"Why you?" Mesmero asked in alarm.

"It's the logical choice. He'll be the least hostile to me. And - and besides - we have a deal."

"A deal? What deal?" Mesmero asked.

"In the basement. After you were frozen. He made me promise that if I escaped his death trap, I would seek him out to become his right hand man. I'll be in trance but conscious of my actions and thoughts. I'd be able to find out the trigger and relay it to you somehow."

"This is crazy! You can't possibly be considering this!" Fenton cried.

"It is crazy," Mesmero said slowly, "But so is my brother. With a little planning, this just might work. Besides, Tony is right. He'd kill us both on the spot. We're better off presumed dead until it's too late for him to do anything."

"But how?" Fenton asked.

"I've got it all worked out," Tony said, "Listen, here's my plan..."

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This story contains male/male sex, s/m role-play, and hypnofetishism.
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