Born Again Sailor Man (hypno)
by magister
Chapter 1
The five of us ended up at a little Diner -- not up to Colin's standard, but the only place that was open at that time of night.
We'd just been to see the Amazing Andrew do his hypnotism show, and I must say we were truly amazed. So much so, we had to stop for coffee and sort of 'debrief'.
Mary, Bill and I went to stake a booth for us, while Colin and Cindy went to the counter to order. It was a nice enough place, but it could have been cleaner. There was an older waitress behind the counter, and through the serving hatch, we could see the cook. I took a long look at the cook, being gay and all, and having spent an evening with my straight friends.
He was a handsome man, maybe mid-forties, though very well preserved. He was as solid as a rock -- thick arms, massive chest and muscled neck. He looked like he could lift a car by himself if he wanted. He had some tattoos on his arm, and I could just make out an anchor. Could be he'd been in the navy awhile.
It would explain his haircut. He still wore it in the 'fifties fashion, with lots of grease and the front pompadour about two inches high. It had probably been black when he was younger, but now it was more of a slate gray. He was smoking as well, with a cigarette perched precariously in the corner of his mouth. I guess with a build like that, no one's gonna be stupid enough to tell him to put it out.
Except maybe Colin.
Now Colin, he works a couple of offices down from me. Nice looking guy, if you go for the preppie thing. Light brown hair, blue eyes, always immaculate clothes, hair, shave, fingernails - you name it. I couldn't imagine two more opposite men.
But I liked Colin. Before I knew for sure he was straight, I arranged to bump into him in the coffee room at work a few times. We hit it off, and had been friends ever since. He dated girls like Cindy, blonde, pretty, fairly insubstantial. But from what I could tell, things were starting to get serious between them. He was looking at her as if she were the 'light of his life'.
Bill and Mary were other friends from the office. They'd been a couple for a while now, and the gossip was they were soon to make a 'big announcement'. I was like the fifth wheel for the group, but I didn't mind. At least it was company.
Colin had scored some tickets to see the Amazing Andrew, and he had suggested we all go. (I was supposed to bring a date, but even though everyone knew I was gay, I didn't really feel comfortable flaunting it in their face. And I didn't want my date to have to sit through the usual looks and glances all night from homophobic Colin.)
So, we all go to see this hypnotist, and here I am, thinking it's all a con job, with people planted in the audience and everything, really cynical, and surprise, surprise, Colin decides to get up on stage! We couldn't believe it, but we cheered him on anyway. I think he might have thought he could impress his date or something, but for whatever reason, it changed my life.
I'd always been interested in hypnosis, but never looked at it seriously. But tonight, I watched every move the Andrew guy made, and because of our good seats up the front, I was able to hear a lot of what he said. I suppose others could have heard as well, but most people were busy talking to their friends, or watching the antics of some of the hypnotized subjects, that they didn't pay attention.
But I did.
I saw him put Colin under, and I saw how deep he went. It made me start getting hard -- you know -- turned on. The sight of Colin totally under the domination of a man just made me so horny, I was afraid I was going to come on the spot.
The show consisted of a lot of things you've probably seen or heard about. They were told they were hot, then really cold, they could use X-ray glasses to see the audience naked, Colin was told to forget the number three, and then everyone laughed as he tried to count his fingers and kept coming up with eleven. I suppose there's a standard format for the typical hypnotist' stage show.
Now, the strange part came at the end. The guy was supposed to take away all the post-hypnotic suggestions and stuff, and return them to their seats so they would return to 'normal'. However, as the audience was busily whispering about all the antics they'd just seen, I saw the Amazing Andrew tell his subjects that if he were ever to meet them in the street or somewhere else, they would immediately go into a deeper trance upon hearing the keyword 'aardvark'. I didn't think this was too ethical, but I could also see how this might be turned to my advantage.
We left the show, all laughing over Colin's stupid antics, and, as I said, we ended up at this Diner, with the hunky cook and the slow service.
When Colin and Cindy came back from ordering, Colin was full of outrage about the man in the kitchen. At first we all thought he was just trying to change the subject away from his theatrics during the evening, but he went on about 'health hazards' and 'throwbacks' and 'more brawn than brains'. I knew he had a thing about smoking, but he was offended by everything about the man -- the white t-shirt, the grubby apron, the sweat on his brow, the hairstyle (no hairnet), the tattoos - you name it.
After a while, Bill and Mary said they had to go, and made their farewells. Colin said it was about time we all left the 'dump' and was getting ready to go. However, Cindy had to make use of the bathroom, so we knew we'd have to wait for at least another fifteen minutes while she did whatever pretty blondes do in public restrooms. That left just Colin and me alone in the booth.
"I was just wondering, Colin, have you any idea what an 'aardvark' is?" His head immediately fell forward, and he was out like a light. I couldn't believe it! I knew I only had a few minutes, so I made it quick and simple.
"Colin, you are now deeply asleep. You are in a hypnotic trance, deeper than you were on stage tonight. You can hear my voice, and you will do exactly as I say.
"I want you to take Cindy home, and then come back here to meet me. Understand? Take her straight home, do whatever you have to, but get back here as fast as you can. I'll be waiting." He didn't move or change expression in any way, and I wasn't sure if it had worked. However, I was under a deadline, so I just had to hope the suggestion took.
"I'm going to count from five to one, and when I say 'one', you'll wake up but you won't remember you've been hypnotized by me. But you will have an overwhelming urge to return here after you drop Cindy off. Five, four, three, two, one!"
He sat up straight, and looked the same as before. I couldn't tell what effect I'd had, but my fingers were crossed, and I had enough to fantasize over for a year even with that little bit anyway. Cindy returned from the bathroom, and they went to go. I said that I'd hang out here for a while, as I wanted another piece of apple pie (lame excuse, I know, but try to find some other reason for hanging around a place like that at that time of night). They left, and I sat there hoping my little experiment worked.
Chapter 2
I waited twenty minutes, and was about to give up, when Colin walked in through the door. The Diner was practically deserted, and he stood out like a sore thumb. He looked slightly confused as well, as if he couldn't understand why he would come back to a place like this. I waved him over, and he looked just as surprised to see that I was still here.
"What are you still doing here? Don't tell me you like places like this?" I think Colin had a very strange idea of what being gay actually means.
"No, I was actually waiting for you. Why don't you sit down and have an aardvark?" Colin slid down into the booth, his head once again sagging against his chest. What a rush of power I felt.
"Colin, you are deeper in trance than you have been all night. Deeply asleep. But I want you to sit up straight and listen closely to my voice." The waitress wandered over, and I ordered a couple more cups of coffee.
"Colin, can you hear me?" He nodded.
"Colin, when I ask you to do something, or give you a command, I want you to answer me out loud, and repeat it back so I know you've understood. Okay?"
"Yes, I'll repeat your commands back to you out loud so you know I understand."
"Good. Excellent." The coffee arrived, but I don't think the waitress paid any attention to us at all. Which was good, considering what was going on. I had had time to think, and I had come up with a plan I was eager to try. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't be playing God with someone else's life, but, what the hey? Who's going to stop me?
I arranged the coffee cups in front of him - one black, one with milk. Then, next to each cup, I placed a folded napkin. One had the remains of some bright red lipstick, courtesy of Cindy, and the other had a round mark from the bottom of the coffee cup. Then I got Colin to open his eyes, but still stay deep in the trance.
"Colin, see the napkins here? This one with the lipstick is really a photo of Cindy. Can you see it?"
"Yes. A photo of Cindy."
"Good. And the other one is a photo of the cook in the kitchen here. Can you see it?"
"Yes. A photo of the cook."
"Great. Now, the coffee cup in front of the picture holds all the feelings you have for each of these people. See, the white coffee here is all the wonderful feelings you have for Cindy. The cup is full of love and affection and sex and really good stuff."
Colin got a smile on his face, as he poured all those good feelings into the cup.
"Now, this cup of black coffee is full of all the bad feelings you have about the cook. All the anger and upset and negative feelings all fill up this cup." He started to frown at the second cup.
"Feel the difference between the good cup and the bad cup. Which one do you want the most?"
"I want the good cup."
"That's right. Now, I'm going to wave my hands over the cups, and they will magically double in size. Your feelings toward Cindy will be twice as intense, and your feelings toward the cook will be twice as strong. Here I go, waving my magic hands." It was a little bit corny, but in his hypnotized state, he was drinking it all in.
"Colin, how do you feel about Cindy now?"
"I love her. I really want her."
"And how do you feel about the cook?"
"I hate him. I think he's disgusting." He had a sneer on his face as he thought about the man.
"Okay, Colin. Now I'm going to do some more magic. You must listen carefully. I'm going to swap the two pictures over, but leave the cups where they are. When I change the pictures, you'll find all the feelings and memories inside you change as well." I swapped the two napkins over, and Colin got a look of confusion on his face as he tried to follow.
"Now, all the feelings you had for Cindy belong to the cook, and all the feelings you had for the cook are now what you feel for Cindy." It took a minute for it to sink in, but his face cleared as he settled on the new situation.
"Colin, how do you feel about Cindy?" He looked at the napkin and the black cup of coffee.
"I hate her. I think she's disgusting."
"And how do you feel about the cook?"
"I love him. I really want him."
"Excellent. Now, for the time being, you won't tell anybody else about the changes inside you, and you will go about your life as usual. Except for me. You can tell me anything. You won't be embarrassed or ashamed to tell me anything you want. Is all that clear?"
"Yes. I'll keep it a secret, except for you. I'll tell you everything."
"Okay, Colin. I guess that's enough for now. I'm going to count from five to one, and when I say 'one' you'll wake up, but you won't remember being hypnotized. You're feelings are changed now forever, so it won't matter whether you're in trance or not. But the next time I say 'aardvark' you'll immediately go into a deeper and more complete trance. Now, five, four, three, two, one."
Colin shook himself like he was coming out of a deep sleep. He refocused his eyes, and I could see him coming back to reality.
"What!? What was I saying?"
"You were telling me you came back here for something, remember?" He was still confused enough to take what I said as truth.
"Yeah, that's right. But I still can't remember what it was." He reached out for his cup of coffee (the black one) and then recoiled from it. He grabbed instead for the milky one. As he brought it to his lips, he was smiling.
"There's that cook again. I hope he didn't get any of that cigarette ash in the coffee." Colin looked toward where I was staring, and it was incredible to watch the change come over his face. A few hours before, he couldn't help the look of disdain in his eyes when he thought of the cook. Now, there was lust and love all mixed up in his features. He turned back to me, and I could swear he was blushing.
"I like the way he smokes. It makes him look really masculine." I couldn't believe a few simple hypnotic commands could have changed him so much, but here he was, making eyes at the kitchen, and telling me what a 'stud' the cook was.
"I've always liked men who look like men. He looks like he'd be pretty good in bed." I must have been sitting there with my mouth open.
"What about Cindy?"
"Cindy? That slut? Jeez, I don't know how I put up with her." Then he started complaining about every aspect of his former girlfriend -- her makeup, her clothes, her lack of muscles, her long hair, her voice -- you name it, he hated it. His eyes were drawn back to the man in the kitchen, and I got hard just watching him getting hard.
We stayed there until 2:00 a.m., when they closed up shop. On the way downtown, we shared a cab, and Colin couldn't shut up about his new crush. "Don't you think those muscles are fantastic? And his hair -- it's so neat and well groomed. I wonder how long he was in the Navy..."
By the time we reached my place, I was only too glad to say goodnight. I think I had created a monster.
Chapter 3
It was a few weeks before I took my little experiment any further. I wanted to see just how long the effects lasted, and check for any unforeseen problems.
At work, Colin behaved the same as always. I don't think anyone there suspected what was going on. However, during coffee breaks and lunch hours, Colin would seek me out so he could tell me all about his fantasies, and how much he was thinking about the 'man from the other night'. He had been back to the Diner once or twice, but it was difficult for him to make excuses to be there.
He had started acting more aloof with Cindy, as well. Although he didn't come right out and say anything to her, I think she picked up on the vibes and slowly started backing off from him. When he thought no one was looking, Colin would stare at her as if she were the most loathsome creature alive. When she finally broke it off, he was only too happy. He asked me around for a drink to celebrate.
I had been to his place a couple of times before. It was a nice converted loft, with lots of room. However, the pictures of supermodels had been replaced with black and white pictures of muscle men. Instead of Playboys under the bed, he had Muscle & Fitness magazines. (Don't ask what I was doing looking under his bed.)
We were sitting in the lounge area, and he was going on about some fantasy he had of kissing and making love to his beloved cook. I was getting tired of his vanilla and incredibly boring fantasies. He obviously still had no real idea of what gay men did together. I decided I would get him interested in some more exotic scenarios.
"Aardvark." And he was out like a light. I took the beer from his hand so he wouldn't spill it, and then started checking out more of what was going on inside him.
He didn't seem to be having any problems with his new outlook on the world -- except he was getting sexually frustrated at not being able to talk about his feelings and make a play for the man he wanted. I asked him if he did anything more than just have these simple fantasies. He looked embarrassed, but I encouraged him, and reminded him about how much he could trust his 'best friend'.
"I dress up like him, and then jerk off. I even smoke like he does." At last! A breath of imagination.
"Colin, I want you to show me what you do when you dress up like him." Colin slowly stood up and wandered into the bathroom. He took off all of his clothes, except for a white T-shirt he was wearing underneath his normal shirt. He stuck his head underneath the basin tap, and soaked his hair. Then he went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He stood in front of the mirror, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, while he used the comb on his wet hair to approximate the cook's DA. He would occasionally stop to admire his work, take the cigarette from his mouth and gently stroke his heavily erect cock. It was a wonderful, narcissistic sight. When he had his hair done just right, he put down the comb, and, while smoking, began to caress his body - rubbing his tits, his stomach. He was like a teenager playing Mr. Macho in the mirror.
This whole act was getting me hard, but it was still fairly bland.
"Colin, I want you to come back and lie down on the couch." He started to pick up his clothes. "No, Colin. Stay exactly like you are. And you'll need to light up a new cigarette."
We headed back to the lounge, and he obediently stretched out, a fresh cigarette between his lips.
"Colin, I want you to keep smoking and stroking your cock while I speak to you. With every second, though, you are going into a deeper and deeper trance. You can feel yourself getting more relaxed."
"Yes, more relaxed."
"That's right. More relaxed. Now, I'm going to give you a new fantasy that will make you even hornier. It will be about great sex, and the more you hear, the more aroused you will become. As I tell you the fantasy, you will see it happening, and it will feel extremely real to you. But I don't want you to come yet. You must wait until I finish telling you the fantasy. Understand?"
"Listen to the fantasy. Is real. Don't come until you're finished."
"Good. Now, you see yourself in the cook's home. You're dressed like you are now -- nothing but the T-shirt, the cigarette and the big hair. You are standing in front of the cook, and you want him so much. You want him ten times more than you have before. You are so excited to be standing there in front of him." Colin started to get even harder, and he kept up a steady, gentle stroking, as he drew deeply on his cigarette.
"The cook pushes you over toward a polished wooden dining room table. He makes you bend over the table, and uses ropes to stretch your arms out over the table. Your dick hurts a bit because it is squeezed between the tabletop and your stomach. But it feels good. Then he ties your ankles to the legs of the table, so they are far apart, leaving your butt exposed.
"He then spits into his hand and starts working his saliva into your butthole. It feels good to have his fingers poking deep inside you, lubricating you for his pleasure. Then he gets out his dick, but you can't see him from where you're tied to the table. He starts pushing his huge cock into you, and it hurts but you love him and want him so much it feels good.
"As he starts pushing into you, your cock and nipples rub against the surface of the table making you really turned on. But you know you can't come until he lets you, so you tense your muscles and hold on. He isn't too gentle, but you like the way he rams you over and over again. Finally, he comes, and releases his warm cum deep into your butt. It feels so good having him inside you, you hate it when he takes his cock away.
"He goes to the kitchen to grab a beer and a cigarette, while you stay tied to the table. Then he comes back and asks you if you want some beer. You say 'Yes, sir', but instead of bringing it to your mouth, he jams the neck of the bottle into your aching butthole, and the beer trickles into you, mixing with the cum. You can't help it, and you can feel your own sticky cum as it oozes out onto your stomach and the table.
"The cook notices, and he's angry. He calls you names, and says you'll never make a man. He takes out a big leather belt, and tells you that you need to be disciplined. Colin, how many times does he hit your butt with the belt?"
"Ten," he replied without hesitation. I wondered if he'd ever been whipped by his father? It didn't matter. I was way into this fantasy myself to bother with details.
"That's right. He gives you ten good whacks with the belt. Then he goes away for a while to do some things in the Diner. When he comes back, he unties you and makes you lick all the cum off the table. Then he asks you whether you want to jerk off of lick his ass. What do you want to do, Colin?"
"I want to lick his ass."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes, please. I want to get on my knees and stick my tongue deep into him..." I had definitely set something in motion here.
"Good. You lick his ass, and then his dick, and then his boots, and you are so hard you are aching for release, but you don't want to make the same mistake again. But he gives you permission, and you come, and it's the best orgasm you've ever had. Okay, I'm finished, Colin. You can come now." And he did. He exploded all over his T-shirt and chin. It kept dribbling for what seemed ages, as his body drained itself of his deep desires.
"That was a good fantasy, wasn't it, Colin?"
"Oh, yeah. A great fantasy."
"From now on, all your fantasies about the cook will be like this. You must be creative and find new ways to serve him. And occasionally you'll get it wrong and have to be punished, but that's a turn on too. And, remember, this is still our little secret. You can't tell anyone about these fantasies except me. I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything, ask me anything."
"Best friend. Ask you anything."
"And you can dress like your fantasies around me as well. And smoke. You won't feel any shame or embarrassment when you do these things in front of me."
"In front of you."
"Now, in a minute you are going to wake up. You will remember the fantasy I gave you, but you will think you made it up yourself. You desire the cook more than ever. Your feelings of desire for him grow, and your feelings of loathing for women like Cindy will grow as well. And remember, I am your best friend. Now, on the count of three, you will wake up and forget you were hypnotized. One, two, three."
He pulled himself up on the couch, and took a minute to reorient himself. He realized he was sitting there in a cum soaked shirt, wet and slightly disheveled hair, and a cigarette butt between his fingers. For a minute, he looked confused and ashamed, but when he saw me just sitting there smiling, he relaxed.
"Do you want another beer?"
"Sure," I said. He went into the bedroom to change his shirt. I was glad to see he left his pants off, with his erection waving slightly as he walked. Then he went to the bathroom to dampen and straighten his DA and grab another smoke. Then he went to the kitchen to get the beers. He finished his little pilgrimage back on the couch with a serious expression on his face.
"Listen, you're gay, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I've been having these feelings lately. Not about you - about the cook. You know."
"Yeah, you've told me."
"Well, I was wondering. Could you teach me how to make love to a man? I mean, how to please one -- give a blowjob, that sort of thing." I couldn't believe my ears.
"Yeah, sure, I suppose I could. If you really want to learn..."
"Great! When can we start?"
And that, dear friends, became the first of several evenings where I became teacher to a willing and eager pupil. Throughout everything, although I came many, many times, he eagerly waited until I was satisfied before he would ask if it were all right for him to come. Like I said, it was a great time while it lasted.
Chapter 4
It all came to a head two months later. We had been living this double life, with Colin as a young businessman when anyone else was around, but when we were alone, he became a sex hungry slave. He would follow me into the bathroom at work, offering to pleasure me while I was there. He offered to clean my apartment, as long as I would fuck him afterwards. I was losing it.
Don't get me wrong -- he was a hunk, and having sex all the time was great -- but I wanted a relationship. And the power thing was different. I was getting off on the mind control stuff, and he wanted more and more of the physical domination.
I came around to his loft one night, and he was kneeling down inside the door, completely naked and with the usual erection. He held out his soiled underpants (apparently he had come at some time during the day) and asked me to punish him. He suggested I gag him with the briefs and whip him with his belt. As much as the idea of a good B&D scene turns me on, I couldn't really keep a straight face while I was doing it. I realized something had to be done.
So I got him dressed (eventually) and we headed off to the Diner where it all started.
We took a pair of stools at the counter, close to the server window, and Colin could get a good look at his 'God'. He drooled over each drag on the cigarette. He 'aaahed' when the guy rubbed an itch at his groin. It was severely embarrassing.
I was debating what to do, when the cook started up a conversation with us. I was surprised, and he seemed quite a nice guy. He had obviously noticed that we had been in before (we were still dressed in business suits, while the rest of the clientele barely wore shirts). I did most of the talking, as Colin was slightly awestruck.
His name was Carter, and he had been in the Navy. He told us stories, and he had a wicked sense of humor. I found myself enjoying his company, and I had to admit, I was attracted to him a bit myself.
We talked most of the evening, and I hadn't realized it was so late until he came out from the kitchen in order to lock up. At close quarters, you could see that he was all solid muscle, and the mixture of sweat and food odors made him smell very physical and earthy. He asked if we wanted to stay for a few minutes and have a quick glass of 'something stronger'. I thought Colin would choke with excitement.
"Sure, I guess we can wait. But just coffee for me -- I have a breakfast appointment." Colin took some of the strong stuff, which I guessed might be rum. Carter regaled us with his exploits on the sea. We figured he didn't get much of a chance to talk, seeing he was tied up in the kitchen most hours of the day. He brought out a scrapbook he kept upstairs in his flat, and showed us pictures of himself as a young man. He was quite a looker, with shiny black hair done up in a monstrous quiff.
After talking for a while, he started to drift off. It could have been a mix of the long hours and the alcohol, but pretty soon his head dropped to his chest. I seized the moment (good old carpe diem) and decided to try a technique I had read about in my ongoing research into hypnosis. I quietly 'aardvark'd' Colin to put him out of the picture, then used a simple induction method to get into Carter's subconscious. A few suggestions later, and he was in as deep a trance as Colin had ever been. I suppose it was all those years of following orders that helped.
To make a long story short, I decided that Carter was going to be the perfect top for the bottom Colin had become. Luckily, he had had some gay experiences in the Navy, so he wasn't that averse to engaging in some homosexual sex. It took a while to sell him on the domination stuff, but it finally sunk in.
I convinced Carter that Colin reminded him of himself when he was a young man, and in his hypnotized eyes, there was a strong resemblance. It wasn't long before Carter was staring at young Colin with undisguised lust, while Colin was still deep in hypnotic slumber. I took the cook through the same sort of fantasy routine as I had Colin, only this time setting him up for some heavy control. I had to keep it short and sharp, because I really did have a breakfast meeting, and I needed at least a couple of hours of sleep.
I brought them both out of their trance, and the look between them was hot enough to melt butter. I made my excuses and said I was leaving, but I don't think they heard. I offered to share a cab downtown with Colin, but he just muttered a few words while never taking his eyes off his newfound 'master'. I left them to it. I would miss the regular sex, but I could do without. All the leather bits.
***
That morning I made my meeting, and for the next few days work just crashed in on me. I eventually had to go interstate, and I tried to check in on Colin before I left. His secretary told me he hadn't been in for a few days, and that's when I started to worry. However, the world of international finance waits for no one.
It was around three months later, when, back in the city, I happened to be driving past the same Diner. At least, I thought it was the same. It looked a lot cleaner, and there seemed to be only male customers. I got the cab to pull over, and I decided to do a bit of investigating. I know, I know -- I should have done something earlier. But I was busy, eh?
I went in and found that most of the tables were full of leather-clad men, or young leather wannabe's. I grabbed a stool, and tried to grab the waiter's attention. I could see that Carter was still cooking, but this time he had no shirt on at all, and his hairy muscled chest and arms were on display for all to see. He was busy, so I decided to ask one of the young waiters what was going on.
The one behind the counter was hot - well muscled, tight shirt, thick black hair swept up in a DA, dinky little sailor's cap resting on the back of his head. When he turned around, I could hardly believe it. Yep, it was Colin. Only, this was a Colin of some fifties pornographic dream. The pseudo-sailor outfit, the oiled hair, the cigarette in the corner of his mouth -- the attitude. This was a real turn on, believe me.
He recognized me more easily than I had him, and he came over with a big smile. I asked how he was, and he said he was never happier. The place looked like it was booming, and he was having the time of his life with his new sex partner. He asked me if I could wait around until they closed up, because he wanted to tell me everything. I said, sure.
I spent the next couple of hours racking my brains for the key word that would get my 'best friend' -- and his master -- into bed with me.
"Apple? Android? Alice? Armour? ..."