O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Mystery of the Mad Mesmerist 9 (hypno celeb tickling)

by hypnojon32

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“Command me, my wonderful, sexy Master; it will be my joy to obey you!”

As Tony’s words echoed in his mind, Mesmero experienced a heady rush of power. He had done it! He had captured and conquered all four of the Hardy detective team. Where countless villains had tried and failed, HE had succeeded.

Mesmero lovingly wiped off Tony’s chest and crotch, cleaning away 8 shots worth of cum. Tony just lay there with half closed lids and a gentle self-satisfied smile that Mesmero wanted to smash off his face.

“Well boy, how was that?” he asked.

Boy…boy…boy…

The word echoed and re-echoed inside Tony’s head and his body tingled as he felt it come to full awareness. However he lay perfectly still and didn’t let on.

“Wonderful, Master!” he said.

The night before, Mesmero the Good, had hypnotized Tony to wake up from trance if he heard any combination of the following words: boy, toy, and slave. They figured Mesmero would most likely use one or all of these titles.

“And now, boy, it’s time to see if you give as well as you receive,” Mesmero unbuttoned his crotch and slid down his pants.

Tony waited till they were down to his thighs, to that special place that constricts a man’s legs and momentarily can throw off his balance. Then, fast as a blink, he scissored upward and pushed Mesmero backward.

Mesmero was knocked backward. His head hit the wall with a thunk. His body slumped over, his dick still hanging out. He was stunned.

Tony freed himself, pulled up his pants and ran over to his chums.

“Wake up! Wake up!” he yelled, shaking them.

“That won’t work,” said a voice weakly.

Tony whirled. Mesmero had gotten to his hands and knees and was working on getting up. He crawled a step closer to the sleuth.

“They’ll only listen to the sound of my voice. Remember? Collar-…”

“Shut- UP!” Tony yelled desperately. He opened the office door. He swung it back hard, catching Mesmero in the side of the head. Mesmero was knocked unconscious.

Tony yelled, slapped the boys lightly, but nothing worked. They stood there like statues, unmoving. Then Tony remembered something that Mesmero had told him. Joe liked him. Maybe that was the key.

Steeling himself, Tony kissed Joe full on the lips. Although this was still not his bag, Tony had to admit it was getting easier each time. “Joe! It’s Tony! Joe!” Tony kissed him again.

At first there was no response. Then, slowly, Joe melted, opening his mouth, using his tongue, drawing Tony deeper into his mouth. He groaned and dipped his head, still deep in trance, but lost in his heart’s desire.

“Joe! This is Tony! Can you hear me now?”

“Mmmm, Tony! At last!” Joe said sleepily. He dipped his head and kissed Tony back, grabbing and sucking at his tongue relentlessly. The sensations were such that they weakened Tony’s knees and despite his recent cum-fest, stiffened his dick.

Finally, Tony managed to free himself. “Joe! Joe! You’ve got to hear me! You’ve got to listen!” He shook him by his strong but slack shoulders.

Still sleep-talking, Joe said, “Yes, Tony… Can hear…”

“OK Joe, I need you to listen carefully and WAKE UP!”

Joe’s eyes fluttered. Slowly, with Tony coaxing him, Joe slowly woke up.

“Huh…wha…wha’s going on?” Joe said, “Where am I? Tony, is that you? What’s happening?”

“There’s no time to answer,” Tony said frantically, “Joe, you just have to trust me and come with me, FAST!!!”

“OK. Hey Frank, let’s go! Frank!? FRANK!?”

“He can’t hear you,” Tony said wearily, “Joe, come on! We have to leave him! But we’ll come back, I promise!”

Grabbing him by the forearm, Tony dragged Joe out of the office into the large and gloomy warehouse.

Joe was reluctant to leave his brother but, picking up on Tony’s sense of urgency, he joined his chum in running toward the door.

They were halfway there, however, when “HARDY HYPNO’ED!!!’ boomed out across the floor.

“HYPNO’ED…NO’ED…O’ED…” echoed through the warehouse, its high ceiling, making it an acoustical dream come true.

“NO!!!” Tony cried, even as Joe instantly responded, “I’m listening…” and stopped in his tracks. Tony tugged futilely at Joe’s arm but it was no use. He was as immoveable as a block of stone once again.
Terrified and desperate, Tony left Joe and ran as fast as he could to safety.

It wasn’t fast enough.

“COLLAR ON…ON…ON…”

Mere steps away from the doors of freedom, Tony felt the insidious cool smoothness around his throat. His body grew heavy. He pushed forward. It was like moving through water. Another step. It was like slogging through wet sand. Inches from the door. His fingertips touched the handle.

But it was too late.

His body shut down completely. His fingertips slid from the handle and moved to his sides. His body straightened to military attention. His eyes faced forward.

And then he could do nothing except listen and wait in dread as Mesmero’s labored footsteps drew closer and closer. Then he was there, filling Tony’s line of vision. He held a handkerchief to the side of his head.

“I don’t know how you managed to escape,” he rasped, “But you’re going to pay for your treachery. Oh yes, you’ll pay…Sleep now, my traitor…sleep deep…deeper….sleep deep…So deep…”

And Tony felt himself going down. Valiantly he struggled, but his eyes became as lead. His body became as lead. His eyelids fluttered but he struggled to keep them open but the mad mesmerist’s voice was relentless. Things grew blurry, hazy, heavy. And finally, everything went dark.

***

Mrs. Hardy woke up that morning with a deep sense of dread. Then she remembered.

Her husband was dead.

Or was he?

She cast her mind back to the following night. After waiting up for ages, Frank and Joe had stumbled in, in the wee hours of the morning, muddy, soaked to the skin, with no car. They were tear-stained and devastated.

Or were they?

According to Frank and Joe, they had spent most of the rainy night sifting through rubble looking for clues with no success. On the way home, the car had hit an oily patch, skidded out of control, and rolled down and an embankment. Held in place by their safety belts, Frank, Fenton, and Joe managed to remain unhurt. However, Frank and Joe had barely managed to escape the car before it exploded in a fiery inferno. There was no time to go back for their father who was burnt to a crisp.

Mrs. Hardy had dutifully burst into tears as the crushing news was related. And she had been crushed. But living as the wife of a private dick had had its advantages. Mrs. Hardy’s instincts had been honed to a fine point and every warning alarm in her being was set off with a red alert.

Mrs. Hardy got up, showered, and dressed simply, in black. Prudently, she didn’t want to let on that she suspected anything. Fortunately however, the boys had left for school before she got downstairs.
On the couch, she thought about the boys’ story and wondered why she was suspicious. Then she realized it had been too perfect, too down-pat. Also, somewhat rehearsed. Definitely too good to be true.

And, as mentioned before, by living with a family of private dicks, Mrs. Hardy knew if something was too good to be true, it probably was.

She reached for the phone.

***

“Wake up!” Mesmero said harshly.

Tony groaned and opened his eyes. He gasped.

He was back in the office. He was tied to the chair behind the desk. His hands were tied behind and to the chair. His chest and waist were also secured to the back of the chair.

His legs had been stretched across the top of the desk and were tied by the ankles to either corner of the desk. He could not move them in any direction.

Mesmero glared malevolently down upon his captive. “So….you think you can escape me. Sell me out, do you? How did you escape my trance!?”

Tony was silent.

“HOW DID YOU ESCAPE!!!” he screamed irrationally.

Tony’s response cannot be printed.

“Obviously, you came here with some sort of plan. And since you escaped your fiery death, I can only assume, my twin did also. I assume you are in cahoots.”

Tony said nothing.

“You know, there is a reason I had Chet tie you in this position. You will tell me what I want to know. You will tell me of your own free will. And you will pay for your crimes at the same time. Two birds with one stone…”

Tony winced and braced himself.

Slowly, Mesmero picked apart Tony’s left shoelace. He pulled off the shoe. Then even more slowly, he pulled off Tony’s white tube sock and threw it behind him.

“What are you doing?” asked Tony.

Now it was Mesmero’s turn to say nothing. Slowly, he picked apart Tony’s right shoelace. Pulled off the shoe. Pulled off the sock.

Tony struggled mightily but it was no use.

***

Mrs. Hardy phoned the police chief, pastor, lawyer, doctor, therapist, bank manager, and in desperation, the barman of Fenton’s favorite pub, in the hopes that he would have contacted at least one of these professionals. Nothing. All of them had been irritatingly patronizing and/or condescending and none of them had heard from Fenton in at least 48 hours.

Maybe he really was dead. No. She couldn’t, wouldn’t accept it.

It was just after noon when she finished her last call. As she replaced the receiver, the phone shrilled underneath her palm, scaring her out of her wits. After her heart had stopped racing a bit, she picked up.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Hardy?”

“Speaking. Who’s this?”

“This is Principal Johnson calling from Bayport High School.”

“Oh hello, Principal Johnson. I remember you from the last PTA meeting. What can I do for you?”

“Well, Mrs. Hardy, this is rather difficult. I’ll come right to the point. Are you aware that Frank and Joe skipped school these last two days in a row?”

“What!? That’s not possible! Not my boys!”

“It’s true! They were gone yesterday and they were sighted just recently going off campus. Unless they were sick, perhaps?”

“No! I don’t understand this! My boys are good boys, good students!”

“That may be, Mrs. Hardy. But unless I get to the bottom of this, this incident will have to go on their permanent records. Good day.” He said bluntly and hung up with a sharp click.

Mrs. Hardy hung up. “Unless I get to the bottom of…” she mocked viciously, “the only thing he’ll be getting to the bottom of is case of Malomars!”

Hmmmm… Frank and Joe were missing in action too. Interesting. The plot thickened.

***

Mesmero stood over Tony’s bare feet with a sinister smile.

“Last chance! Tell me!” he said.

“Never!”

Mesmero lightly ran his index finger along the length of the underside of Tony’s left foot. Tony’s whole leg spasmed. Mesmero ran his finger along the underside of the right foot. Another spasm.

Tony gasped at the sensations.

Then Mesmero used all of his wiggling fingers on his left foot. Tony thrashed and spasmed and struggled.

“AHHHHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STOOOOP! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAA!”

Mesmero moved to his right foot

“HAHAHAHAH!!! STOP! STOP! NOOOOOOO!!!! OHHH GOOOOD!!! NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!! HEEEEELLLLLLPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

After about five minutes, Mesmero gave him a break.

“Tell me!” he commanded. “Tell me and this all can end!”

“Ne—never!” Tony said again.

“Have it your way!” Mesmero hopped up on the desk. He grabbed a foot in each hand, “I could do this all day!”

Unfortunately, Tony couldn’t. After ten minutes of hysterical laughter, he finally cracked.

“AHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAAHA!! STOP!! I’LL TELL YOU!!! AHHHAAAHAHA!!! I’LL TELL YOU DAMMIT!!!”

Mesmero stopped and turned around. He waited till Tony had composed himself.

“OK, OK! I’ll tell you! You were right! Your brother is still alive. But I don’t know where he is. We split up after we escaped.”

Mesmero looked skeptical.

“It’s true! We both thought our chances would be better if we split up and tried to evade you,” Tony said as convincingly as possible.

“That still doesn’t explain how you escaped my trance,” Mesmero said. He wiggled his fingers menacingly.

“OK! OK! I escaped by implanting a self post-hypnotic during your – uh – my first induction,” Tony said sheepishly, “When I realized what you were doing, I figured you would call me slave or boy, so I made both of those names my wake up call.”

He waited with bated breath to see if Mesmero would accept his story.

Mesmero stood over Tony with his arms raised. Then, slowly, he lowered them and turned away.

“Hmmmm…that’s never happened before…” he mused.

“First time for everything,” Tony said quickly.

“I suppose you’re right…Well, onto other things. Time’s a wastin’ and there’s so much to do. Chet! Stand up and come here!”

Chet walked over to the desk. “What is your will, Master?”

It seems to me that we are a little odd numbered here. Do you know of any cute men who could even us up?”

“Yes, Master,” Chet said, thinking of Drew, his cute, voyeur neighbor.

“NO!” Tony yelled, “No more!”

Totally ignoring Tony’s outburst, Mesmero said, “Then go fetch him. Have some fun, hypnotize him, and bring him here for inspection. Use this, if you need to.” Mesmero brought out an almond shaped and sized crystal on a chain. It was multi faceted and very beautiful. Mesmero placed the chain around Chet’s neck and tucked the crystal under his shirt.

“I hear and obey, Master,” intoned Chet. Walking a tad robotic, he left the office and shut the door on his way out.

“I don’t understand,” Tony said, “Why’d you do that? I told you what you wanted to know!”

“Foolish boy, weren’t you listening? This had nothing to do with your interrogation. I think it’s about time to bring in some fresh meat to pair us all up. However, I do, think a little mixing up will be in order. I know Joe has a crush on you and although you’re a fabulous lay, I don’t take to betrayal. And Chet and Frank…wow! Enough sparks to burn a barn. So…”

“So…?” Tony’s eyes narrowed.

So I’m going to take Joe as my favorite,” Mesmero said cruelly, “I’ll pair you with Frank, and Chet can have whoever he chooses as his boytoy!”

“Bastard!” Tony spat out. He struggled again. Mesmero only laughed at his ineffectual efforts.

***

Mrs. Hardy sat back and closed her eyes, deep in thought.

She was more convinced than ever that Fenton was alive and that something was terribly wrong. Her boys did not skip school. But what could it be? Mrs. Hardy felt a wave of helplessness overwhelm her. She had no allies and no leads. She had no clues.

Or did she?

Mrs. Hardy cast her mind back in time to the day where she overheard (eavesdropped) Joe on the telephone.

“Yes Master.”

What if… what if it wasn’t Internet role playing? What if there was something else going on? Who would Joe call Master? And why? And where were her boys now?

Thinking hard, she realized she did have a lead. One, precious lead.

She reached for the phone.

***

Mesmero watched Tony struggle for a few moments longer and then said, “Better get used to those ropes, boy. Since you can’t be trusted and you have chosen not to be my willing slave, I’m going to have to keep you bound and gagged until I can move us to a more secure and comfortable location where I can brainwash you completely like your friends here. Thanks to the money your friends stole, renting a nice place should be no problem.”

Producing a length of clean cloth, he wound it around Tony’s head twice, the first layer filling his mouth, the second covering it completely. Tony could now only make weak grunts and moans.

“Frank! Joe! Come here!”

Frank and Joe were sitting in the corner on the mattress, heads lolling on each others shoulders.
They got up from where they were sitting on the bedroll and came over and stood to attention with empty eyes that gave Tony the willies.

“Good boys! But wait! When I count to five you will no longer be boys. You will be transformed into dogs. One…feel the fur grow on your hands and feet. Two…your hands and feet are becoming paws. Three…Your bodies are covered in fur…Four…Your hind legs cannot support you...”

Frank and Joe collapsed onto all fours.

“Five…your voices are changing, you cannot speak, only bark. Your transformation is complete and you obey only me, your master’s voice!”

Tongues lolling out of their mouths, Frank and Joe barked agreement, “Arf, Arf!”

“Look, boys! Look at Tony’s feet! They’re coated with delicious dog food!”

This statement sent both dogboys into raptures of delighted barking. Tony’s eyes widened in horror.

“Heel! Heel! Wait for it!” commanded the mad mesmerist.

Both Hardy boys were on their knees, whining and begging.

“The more you lick off, the more dog food, there will be on the soles of his feet. The more there is, the more you will want it. Understand, my doggies?”

“Arf, arf! Ruff! Ruff!” they barked happily.

Tony began to scream from behind his gag.

“Well, I’m off house hunting! I should be back in a few hours. You can be sure there will be a large comfortable leather chair waiting for you when I get back! Bye now! GO!” he commanded the Hardy dogboys.

Mesmero left the office. Tony’s tortured screams of laughter were music to his ears.

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This story is copyright © 23 December 2004 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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