The Clinic (hypno)
by magister
PART ONE - I CORRUPT ANDREW
Okay, so here I am in a new town, starting all over again because of some misunderstanding with the law. I mean, how was I supposed to know that his girlfriend would be so fanatical she would actually follow him after he dumped her? Anyway, I have started at a new clinic, and they seem quite happy to add a qualified hypnotherapist to their ranks. I had to use a few tricks of the trade to make them that happy, but, hey, a guy's gotta work!
The thing is, I do good work, and 99% of my clients go away happy, satisfied and cured. It's just those other few that I can't resist, and I don't see why playing with a couple of lives every now and then should be such a big deal. At least that's what I thought. However, now I am so deeply caught in my own fantasy that I've become just as much a puppet as the others. Here's how it all started...
This young guy comes into my office, looking like he just stepped off some All-American Boy catalogue. He says his name is Andrew and he's twenty, but he looks like seventeen at the most. He has this blond hair, cut in a college-type style, with a few casual locks falling over his forehead. He has blue eyes, broad shoulders and such a tight butt that I thought he might put a hole through the leather chair. He tells me that he had smoked a few cigarettes through high school, but since he had moved to the city and was living by himself, had no job and hadn't made any new friends, he had started smoking a few cigarettes every day. He felt this was interfering with his fitness, and could I hypnotize him so that he could give them up?
I mean, what was I supposed to do? A guy can only resist so much temptation! Sure, I said. Just step into my other room. This is where I had set up my trance inducing equipment, and it looked impressive. It centres around what looked like a padded dentist chair, and the room was full of complicated looking machinery. Most of it though was subliminal sound and vision enhancers, subsonic vibrators,and a few highly illegal extras that I had garnished from a highly co-operative CIA agent. I got Andrew into the chair, and then strapped him in by using the necessary skin galvanisers and acupressure stimulators. I told him that the straps around his neck and forehead were to stop his head from falling forward when he relaxed. I won't go into all the mechanical and mind-altering details, but half an hour later, I had young Andrew back sitting in my office, believing every word I said to him, and eager to do anything his new 'Coach' wanted him to do.
The first thing to do was to checkout the home situation - once bitten, twice shy. It turned out that he did have a girlfriend, but she was back in Small-town, Nowhere. He hadn't seen her for six months, so I suggested that the best thing to do for his training, and for her, was to call the whole thing off, so he could concentrate on his new goals, and she could get on with her life. He accepted this readily enough. There were no parents to worry about, as he was raised by an Uncle, who he didn't really like, and who looked likely to pass on fairly soon. Good. The next thing was the best part. I explained to him that the reason he was smoking was because his body had a craving and was telling him he needed to put something in his mouth, but he didn't know what it was, so he was substituting the cigarettes. It made sense to him. I said the reason he didn't know what it was that he craved was because it was something he hadn't actually physically tasted, but his body knew what it was, and was desperately crying out for it. He was now eager to find out what it could be.
I then asked him a few questions, about his exercise regime. It seems he had come to the City in order to find a coach to help him train for the Olympics, and he had been doing a lot of weight training and gymnastics on his own. I gave him a frown, and then told him that what his body had been missing was a particular protein mix, and some 'male' hormones. He nodded from his trance state. This all sounded so logical to him, he couldn't disagree. I told him we needed to do a simple experiment to check it out, and he enthusiastically agreed. I told him he would need to take off all his clothes, and jerk off. I explained that as his therapist and Coach, that he needed to do everything I asked him to do, because I only had his best interests at heart. In a few minutes, he stood before the desk, fondling his dick while his eyes focused on some inner fantasy. I worked on some minor suggestions, like this was the best feeling that he had ever had, that standing in front of me was turning him on even more. The poor guy was stroking his dick so hard, I was glad that he was a fitness freak. Finally, the look on his face told me he was about to come. I told him that he would have to catch as much cum as he could in his hand. He hit his orgasm, and jetted off into his waiting palm. Of course, bits of it ended up dripping on the desk in front of him, but we would fix that. I had him lick his cum from his hand, and it was the best thing he had ever tasted. I told him that this was what his body had craved. I had him lick all the drops off the desk as well, because his body couldn't live without these proteins and hormones. I had him sit down (still naked) on the leather chair.
I don't know if you can appreciate the joy of having some young stud sitting naked before you, ready to believe every word you say. Anyway, I explained to him that male semen was a great source of vitamins, minerals, etc., and that he should get a fresh supply at least once a day. It would be okay to eat his own semen occasionally, but he really had to have fresh semen from someone else to replenish his own supplies. He agreed, but looked troubled. I asked him what the problem was, and he carefully explained that he wasn't gay, and he couldn't see how he could group to a guy and ask him for his cum. That was easy to fix, I explained. As his Coach and therapist, it was my duty to make sure he was fit and healthy. I said that I would be happy to give him all the semen he needed, but the problem was how to get it from my dick to his mouth? I waited while he thought about it, because it would be better for him to come up with the answer himself. Finally, he suggested that maybe he would have to give me a blowjob, if I didn't mind. He was blushing as he said it, but there was a hardness around his cock that was responding to some previous hypnotic suggestions. I said okay (what a surprise!) but we had to observe some ground rules. He would only suck me when I was already horny, and this could mean he would have to come to my office or home at any hour to receive his 'treatment'. I also made it part of the deal that he not have sex with anyone else without my permission, as I didn't want to risk getting a disease from him, and we couldn't use a condom for this process.
He agreed to it all, and I thought I had better finish up now, while things were going so well. One last thing, though. I took him deeper into trance, and had him so eager to suck my cock and drink my cum, he could have ripped my fly open with his teeth. I brought him back up into a lighter state, and suggested that he try my cock now, just to see that he wasn't allergic to my proteins. He jumped at the chance, and I soon had his beautiful blond head between my legs as he gave his very first blowjob. And it wasn't too bad, I can tell you!
Dressed and released of his need for cigarettes, Andrew happily left my office with my home address, and I knew over the next few months I was going to be seeing a lot of this kid - well, at least his hair between my legs, and that was sexy enough in itself.
PART TWO - ANDREW AND I SET UP HOUSE
The thing with Andrew increased fantastic-ally. I had him move into my home permanently, to reduce the time between my hard on and his mouth massage. I had him working out on my exercise equipment, and watched him develop a good sweat, as did I, working beside him as his coach. In trance, I explained to him that a smooth body decreased wind resistance and looked better underneath his tight lycra workout suit. He then started shaving his body, and paraded in front of me, showing it off and turning me on. I kept his hair short at the back and long in the fringe, so he still looked like a young boy. I didn't let him drink or swear or indulge in any way (bad image for an athlete, etc.) and slowly had him jerking off whenever he thought about serving me. He became my housekeeper and cook, and I must say that I have never exercised so much or eaten so healthily.
Then, of course,there was the sex. I convinced him that sometimes I would have to shoot my semen straight into his body, so it could be absorbed faster, without being damaged by his stomach acids. So, we began to work on his ass so it could accept my cock. I had him practicing with a dildo while I was at work, and even wearing a butt plug when I took him out to dinner. I explained to the receptionist at the office that I was helping out the son of a friend by giving him some odd jobs around the apartment, and that he would occasionally be bringing in my lunch, or dinner if I had to work late.
It was one of these late night sessions in the office that I introduced Andrew to the enema process. I explained that before I shot my semen into him, it would be a good idea to get rid of all the crap that was already there. He said it sounded good, and soon I had him clean and smooth on the inside as well as the outside. At this stage, Andrew was basically addicted to my cum. He thought about it constantly, and there were nights when I pretended to still be asleep when he snuck into my bedroom and blew me off. Each shot from my cock sent him into ecstasy, and while I was at the office, he had come up with several unique ways of getting his own cum into his mouth. One night, I had him come with me to a local gay club, because, I said, I wanted him to see that there were other young muscled men who needed the juice from another man to stay healthy. We sat in a booth, and watched as semi-naked young boys and leather clad men danced around the floor, or touched nipples at the bar.
I had Andrew get up and dance, and I watched him as he blended in and gyrated across the dance floor. When he came back and sat down, he suddenly went white, and looked feint. I knew what was happening, but I immediately went into the 'caring Coach' mode. He said that he had suddenly felt dizzy, and I said it was because he must have used up a lot of his hormones while dancing, and he needed another dose immediately. He was embarrassed, and protested about sucking me off in public. I explained that he was too weak to go to the bathroom, and we were too far from home. I unzipped my fly, and pulled out my stiffening tool. Reluctantly at first, Andrew lowered his mouth onto my dick, but then the rest of the post-hypnotic commands kicked in, and he found himself getting turned on by doing this where other people could see. I saw the bulge in his crotch, but I had warned him that because his levels were so low, he couldn't come himself for at least a week. So, the best he could do was work like mad on my dick and balls. I think he was trying to work a double-dose out of me, the way he went at it.
Me? I was as turned on as hell,sitting in a public bar with this college jock sucking my cock where anyone could see - and there were a few admiring glances. After we got home, I explained to Andrew that whenever we were in public and he felt weak, he should let me know immediately so that we can do something about it. The next week was glorious, as he went from jacking off about ten times a day to nothing, he got even more cravings for my semen.
But in the end, the week was up, and in some ways, it was a delight not to feel totally empty all the time. Andrew sat down on the bed in front of me after I had given him my permission to come, and I watched as he displayed a virtuoso performance of masturbating. My own dick couldn't help but give him a standing ovation when he had finished.
PART THREE - I GET MARK AS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT
As much as I enjoyed my sex with Andrew and his fresh, good looks, he was still only young, and I sometimes craved the company of a man my own age. I had just turned thirty, and I suppose I was feeling my age. As I left for the clinic that morning, Andrew was waiting at the door with lunch and briefcase. He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of gym socks, and he had what was now an almost permanent erection. His body was smooth all over, and the blond hair and blue eyes made him look so innocent. I mean, that's what attracted me in the first place, but now I was looking for something a bit rougher, a bit darker, and a bit more mature.
As fate would have it, that's what walked in my door that day. Talk about a birthday present. His name was Mark, and he was a truck driver based on the outskirts of the city. He was thirty-two, and had thick, black hair, and a wide, solid build. Okay, his hair was scruffy and needed a comb, and his stomach protruded a bit from sitting in a truck all week, but I could see the potential in his handsome (if unshaved) face. His problem was a mid-life crisis. He felt unfulfilled as a truck driver, although he loved the life. His wife had recently left him for another man because she couldn't stand being alone, and he had felt depressed and had started drinking too much. A guy he had bumped into in a bar one night had suggested my services (no, not those services. He had been a normal client, one of the 99%).
Anyway, I introduced Mark to my hypnotic-trance-inducer machine, and once again was soon left with a man who was willing to take my word for anything, and was ready to do everything I might suggest. I couldn't rush this one as I had with Andrew. Mark had had more years to develop a personality and preferences, so it was going to take a few sessions to get him to be exactly what I wanted. I checked him out, and found that since his wife had left him, he had been living alone in a small flat, and besides the other drunks he talked to in bars, he had no close friends or family. I must remember to thank the birthday fairy!
The first thing was to get him into better shape. That meant no drinking or smoking, and I gave him a pamphlet on isometric exercises, so he could start working on his muscles while he was driving. I also suggested that a rockabilly haircut always looked good on a truck driver - you know, with the sides combed up and shiny, and a nice big wave at the front, and the back cut up off the collar and swept into a DA. He agreed, of course, and wondered why he had never thought of it himself. I had started my plans, and went home and happily fucked Andrew as I thought about what a bastard I was.
Mark came in every Friday afternoon after he got back into town, so our treatments happened while the office was empty. This wasn't essential in the beginning, but I hoped it would come in handy later. Each time I saw Mark, the changes in him were more noticeable. He was shaving regularly, although his side burns were allowed to grown down his cheeks. His previously shaggy hair was being carefully combed and pomaded, and it glistened in the fluorescent lights. He was obviously getting fitter and healthier, and it showed in his skin tone and general attitude.
The next step was to take it further. I had him join a gym and really working on his upper body, so he had some real muscles and washboard stomach. I had him wear his shirt open more, so that his growing chest and the curly black hairs could be shown to the world. I also started introducing some sexual fantasies that would keep him occupied on those long distance trips. I had him think that the problem with his marriage had been with his wife, and extended that to all women. I had him think more of being with his own kind - strong, macho men. He was to start fantasizing about touching other men, running his hands over their muscles, deeply kissing them, and after a few weeks of this, I had him inventing his own truck stop fantasies.
He had even come across some drawings by Tom of Finland, and as he showed them to me, he was telling me that this was the way' real men' looked and loved. Okay, he was turning into a real lumberjack, but it was a great contrast to the smooth and submissive Andrew. Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and put the last phase of the plan into action. I gave him some commands for the next week, and sent him on his way. The sight of his tight buns in the faded Levi's as he walked out the door gave me enough ammunition to inject Andrew a couple of times when I got home. On the Monday morning, I sent Mark a package that he would receive at his final outward stop. This would give him time to think about things and respond to the post-hypnotic suggestions before he arrived at the office on Friday afternoon.