The Clinic (hypno)
by magister
PART FOUR - I GET MORE THAN I BARGAINED ON
Friday afternoon came, and I was sitting in my office, anticipating the action to come. This was the exciting part - I had set Mark up with deep hypnosis and strong physical reinforcements, and now I had given him some suggestions and instructions, but I still had no idea exactly how it would work. It was like setting up a row of dominoes, and as I pushed the first one, I could only hope the rest would fall in order. At ten to five, Mark turned up at the office door. His large, muscled shoulders almost filled the doorway, and his mass of greased black hair would have made Elvis green with envy. His flannelette shirt was unbuttoned down to his stomach, and stretched across his chest, defining his muscles and showing off the black mat on his chest. The receptionist, who had been just about to leave, stopped and asked me if I needed anything, but her eyes never left Mark. I told her that we were fine, and she reluctantly left.
Mark came into the office and sat down, and in his hands was an envelope, probably containing some of the stuff I sent him. We shared a few pleasantries to begin with, and I complemented him on his looks, using some trigger phrases that were programmed to really turn him on and get him horny. Then I told him that our sessions were over, and as far as I was concerned, he didn't need to see me anymore. That's when he laughed, and I knew I had him. He threw the envelope on the desk, and explained that it contained some incriminating evidence against me, and that he was calling the shots from now on.
Of course, I protested my innocence and threatened to call the police, and then I let him call my bluff, and finally 'gave in'. He felt that he was really blackmailing me, and that I would now be forced to do what he wanted. He had me stand up, while he came around and sat in my chair. He had me take my clothes off in front of him, while he commented on my body. Okay, my body had never been great, but since I had been training with Andrew, I had become a lot fitter and slightly muscled. Obviously this didn't please Mark, as for him, being a man meant having his broad shoulders.
He walked toward me, and I could smell his muskiness. He was still fully clothed as he pressed his body against my naked skin. He reached down and started stroking my dick as he started describing some of the things he was going to make me do. Of course, he thought he was shocking and humiliating me with his descriptions of homosexual acts - what he didn't know is that I planted most of them in his mind. However, he had come up with some interesting new things on his own, and my cock grew solid under his hand. We were about the same height, and as he looked me in the eye, full of a hungry male passion, I knew that my fantasy would work out better than I had thought. I had always wondered what my special subjects felt like, and I wanted to try being a sex slave myself for a while,but I had still wanted it to be under my control.
With Mark, I had achieved the perfect situation. Mark thought he was forcing me to be his slave, but he was actually obeying orders. The next hour or two were filled with some interesting sexual experiences. He asked if anyone would miss me, and I explained I had my nephew staying with me, so I had to call up and tell him I was spending the night with a friend. Andrew would just have to jerk himself off for the night. Then Mark had me pose for him, and then I was down on my knees facing his massive dick. I didn't particularly like sucking him off, but it was all part of the show. Then he decided that he would fuck me, and I would jerk off. Again, I wasn't too happy with this submissive role. I realized that I was probably a better master, and prepared to call an end to it. All my subjects had special code words that could send them back into trance (among other things) and I decided that I had changed my mind, and I would turn the tables on Mark, and have him be my total slave. However, that's when the unforeseen happened, and everything changed.
PART FIVE - THE TABLES TURN
Mark was happily fucking my ass, but I didn't feel as turned on by being submissive as I had thought. I think he felt that too,and his programming didn't really want him to rape an unwilling victim. He wanted me to enjoy it as much as he did, and I felt him withdraw. I was about to turn around and reactivate his trance state, when he pushed me down on the table. He apologized for what he was doing as he stuffed a rather large rag in my mouth. It must have come from his pocket, because it still smelt of his groin and ass. I was shocked - this wasn't what I had planned! I wanted to stop it, but without speaking the control words, Mark was set on the path of getting me to be his sex partner. He pulled me up, and turned me around to face him. Again, he told me he was sorry for what he was about to do, but that I would really enjoy it.
I started getting scared. I had made him muscled because it turned me on, but now those muscles gripped me and I couldn't do a thing about it. He dragged me toward the room that housed the trance-inducer, and I suddenly had an inkling of what he was going to try to do. I struggled, but he held me like he barely noticed my attempt to break free. He pushed me into the chair, and started strapping me in. I tried to shout out how dangerous the machine was if you didn't know what you were doing, and he must have seen the fear in my eyes, because he explained that he had talked the receptionist into letting him in here on his own some nights, and he was now quite familiar with the apparatus.
This made me stop and think. He had obviously thought about enslaving me long before I had sent him the blackmail material, and I wondered what I had let loose. Obviously the testosterone from all those pumping muscles, or the chemicals in his slicked up hair had brought out the real top in him. I was caught in my own net. I couldn't remember, but I think Dr Frankenstein was killed by his own creation. As he reached to turn on the machine,he removed the gag from my mouth, but before I could call out the codes to turn him back into an obedient puppet, the mechanics of the chair kicked in, and I found myself floating off into a happy land full of obedience and sex. When I again came to my senses, I was standing in my office, looking directly at Mark. I still had no clothes on, and my cock was standing at full attention. I looked at him as if I had never seen him before. It used to be that when I looked at him, I saw him as a tool, someone I could use to get my rocks off. However, now I was looking at him as if he were the most gorgeous thing in the world. I took him in from the rough work boots, the jeans, straining around his groin, the wide leather belt, the flat stomach, the massive hairy chest, the square chin and the glassy black hair. I could have come on the spot.
I realized that I had just been hypnotised, and my familiarity with the technique must have given me a different reaction, because even though I was feeling and thinking things that Mark had obviously wanted me to think and feel, there was still a part of my mind that knew what was going on, and sat in the back of my head like a little scientist nerd, watching and analyzing everything that was happening. I looked at Mark again, and he smiled as he saw the excitement that must have shown in my eyes. I walked up to him, and rubbed my hand against his hidden cock. The I sank to my knees and started licking at the musty denim. Then it was a slow process of getting his dick out into the open and working it to a fevered pitch. The months of having Andrew working on my dick gave me a wonderful insight into how to get Mark to squirm with pleasure.
It amazed me, though, that I should be so eager to do this now,when a short time ago it seemed such a hassle. I knew that hypnosis could change sensory stimulus - like making a person believe that a lemon tasted like an orange - but this was the first time I had had direct access to the experience. The smell of Mark's groin and the taste of his head had previously been slightly repulsive, but now, the taste of his dick was so exciting, that the thought of his cum in my mouth almost had me coming in front of him. When Mark did come, his semen flowed down my throat in wonderful smooth bursts. It was the finest stuff that I had ever tasted,and although part of me was aware that it was only a post-hypnotic suggestion, the physical pleasure was undeniable. As I stood up again, Mark pressed his face against mine, and gave me the deepest and longest kiss I had ever had. I seldom kissed anyone, as I thought it was a very female and unnecessary act, but Mark showed me how men could kiss and make it as powerful as having sex.
Mark didn't feel like he could come again so soon, so he decided to put off fucking me again till later, and I felt my spirits fall. I was actually looking forward to having his cock rammed inside me. Again, I was amazed at how a few minutes in my own chair could so drastically change my thoughts. However, Mark decided that he could finger my hole, and jerk me off at the same time. It was then that I realized that I had made no move to release the pressure in my own stiff cock. Obviously, Mark had included some instructions about giving myself pleasure,or waiting for him to what to do. I bent over the desk, and waited while Mark lubed up his hand with some gel that I kept for Andrew's visits. He started off with one finger, and soon had three buried deep in my ass. Again, the physical feeling was sensational, and I wondered how I had felt uncomfortable before.I wanted Mark to fuck me, but instead he kept his fingers in one end, while he milked my dick with his other. We got quite a rhythm going, and when I did explode, it felt better than anything I had felt for ages.
We ended up kissing some more, and then I noticed it was getting light outside the office window. We had been here all night, but I didn't feel sleepy. I felt excited, and had a real buzz from this feeling of actually being with a man. Mark looked at me, and seemed quite pleased with what he had done. I don't know whether he planted a suggestion that I didn't blame him for brainwashing me, or whether a deep part of myself really wanted this release -all I knew was that I felt hornier and more powerful than I had felt in years. Mark said he wanted to do a few more things with me before the weekend was over, but he was worried about my 'nephew' and what he would do if I didn't turn up. He asked me what I thought, and I couldn't help telling him all about how I hypnotised Andrew into being my sex toy and housekeeper. Mark looked at me strangely, and for a minute I thought he might have guessed that he, too, had been 'converted', but the blocks I had put in to stop him from even considering it must have held, because he shook off his doubts, and started considering what I had told him.
He sat in my chair, and had me start doing pushups while he watched. He said that he was going to get me into shape, and there was no reason I shouldn't be as big and muscled as he was. While I panted away, he obviously was thinking of how to incorporate Andrew into his plans of making me over in his image.
PART SIX - I GET A HAIRCUT
He asked me again if I was sure that Andrew could be 'reactivated', and I explained about the code word that would put Andrew back into a deep trance, and open to any suggestions we cared to make. Mark seemed satisfied, and he had me dress and we finally left the office. It was after nine on a Saturday morning, and the city was coming to life. Apparently my doing exercises had reawakened Mark's sex drive, because as I finished and stood sweating before him, he decided that it was time to get down and dirty.
He sniffed my wet armpits, and I stripped him of his clothes. We then undertook to explore each other thoroughly, and when he finally penetrated me, it was like heaven. And of course, because we were to be lovers, I returned the favour and gave his ass as good a working out as he had given mine. By the time we emerged into the sunlight, my body was sore in places I had never thought of, but my doubts about starting this game were gone.
Okay, I had had doubts about submitting to another man. I mean, I was usually the puppet master, and other men jumped to my demands. But this wasn't really submission. This was two men totally turned on by each other's bodies. Mark said that we could go back to my apartment where I could get cleaned up and we would deal with Andrew, but there was a stop we had to make first. I said fine, and we both climbed into his beat-up van. I had no idea where we were going, but I figured it was back to his place or something.
However, he had other ideas. We finally stopped at a little barber shop hidden down a side street on the far side of the city. It looked old-fashioned, with the barber pole out front and jars of hair oil in the window. I thought it strange that we had stopped here, as Mark's hair looked fine. It had gotten mussed when we were in the heat of passion this morning, but with a few expert passes of his comb,it was once again swept up and glossy enough to make any old rocker proud. However, I thought I would follow him in and see what he was up to (not that I had much choice, what with being completely brainwashed into being totally bonded to this guy that I had created).
As we came in, a middle-aged man came from the back, dressed in the typical white tunic of the real barber. We were obviously the first customers of the day, but he greeted Mark like an old friend. This must be where Mark gets his hair done, I thought, and so must a lot of other 'fifties junkies, judging by the many old black and white photos on the walls. I had never seen so many pompadours and flattops in one room at a time before. I wondered hat the demand was for these old hairstyles, when I caught the end of what Mark had been saying, and my jaw dropped. He wanted me to get my hair cut, and he was explaining to the barber how I had a professional daytime job, so I needed something conservative during the day, but something I could grease up on nights and weekends. The barber didn't bat an eyelid, so I figured he probably got that sort of request a lot.
I was too amazed to say anything - I had never thought my little games would go this far. It was one thing to have a fantasy, and play around in other people's lives, but this was too close to home. However, that was when Mark's post-hypnotics really kicked in. Suddenly, I was turned on by what was going to happen. It was a mixture of being forced to do something that deep down I probably wanted to do, as well as creating a bond between Mark and myself. When I looked at him again, I wondered why I had never thought of it before, as I had always liked his hair. My poor overworked cock made an attempt to rise to let me know it thought we were doing the right thing, but it was that same cock that got us into this predicament in the first place.
Resignedly, I was led to the leather chair. I looked in the mirror, and saw that I had a fairly heavy five o'clock shadow, and I realized that I hadn't shaved for over twenty-four hours. But as I looked at my hair, I realized that it did look limp compared to the pictures on the walls. It was a dark brown, and covered my ears and hung down over my forehead. I had always thought that it looked good, but under the critical appraisal of Mark and the barber, I was beginning to have doubts.They finally reached a conclusion about what should be done with my hair, and Mark leaned against the mirror with his arms folded, waiting for the change to begin. The barber set to with his scissors, cutting bits from off my collar that looked enormous, and brushed the side hair behind my ears, exposing them to sunlight in I don't know how many years. I normally went into the hairdresser and had a trim. I didn't realize how sexy it was to have your hair cut and pulled by an expert. Mark just stood there, relaxed and smiling. I saw that his crotch was also relatively full, and I thought, if this turns him on, then I guess it turns me on as well.
The barber continued cutting and combing, and if he noticed our meaningful glances, he must have dismissed it as none of his business. When he was satisfied with the cut, he went off to get a jar of cream to put the final touch to my transformation. When he applied the cream I got such a buzz that I was sure Mark had spent some time on these subliminal instructions. He smoothed it through my hair, and I was so turned on that my dick almost crawled out of my pants on its own. I was dying t o rub myself, even if it meant revealing my horniness to the barber, but I still couldn't touch my dick unless Mark gave me permission. That could get annoying, I thought.
Then came an amazing part. The barber showed us that if I parted my hair like this, and combed it back like so, I looked like a yuppie with the 'wet look'. I resented the word yuppie, but I had to admit that I did look like a young executive with a stylish cut. But then, he said, if you comb it like this.... I couldn't believe it. He combed it up at the front and the sides, and suddenly I was like a rocker myself, with a high pompadour and some hair like wings at the back. The barber showed me how to change from one style to the other, and I was entranced by the difference it made. Not only did I look different, but I felt different as well. I had never spent that much time looking at myself in the mirror, as I could always find someone else sexy to look at, but obviously this new hairstyle brought out the narcissist in me, because I couldn't stop looking and combing my hair.
However, it wasn't over, and the barber said I obviously needed a shave (which I did) and he was going to do it so it wouldn't spoil the effect of the hair. Again, he and Mark discussed things, and it turned out that from now on I was going to grow my sideburns to fit the rocker image, as well as a moustache. I had never ever thought of facial hair before, and I had never grown a moustache or beard. It struck me as something strange, but by this time I was so into this role that if Mark suggested I should grow a Mohawk, I would. The barber shaved around my upper lip, leaving the first day's growth. It would be a week or so before I had anything solid there, but even the thought of growing one was starting to turn me on.
I felt sorry for my poor penis, trapped in my trousers with no relief, except to rub away at the fabric. The barber offered to shave Mark as well, but Mark said he would take care of it later. Then we got up to leave, me looking strange with my 1950 hair and my 1990 suit, but it still gave me a thrill as I caught a glimpse of it shine out of the corner of my eye. After I paid the barber,we got back into the truck, and set off for my apartment.
That was when I suddenly realized that Andrew was going to see me like this, and I really felt embarrassed, and then I thought about going to work on Monday, and how people would react, and then the embarrassment made me get hornier, and I started worrying what I had gotten myself into, when Mark reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. I suddenly relaxed, as if all my worries had been turned off. It felt so relaxed and calm, and so much wanted Mark, that I gave him a dirty smile, and slowly reached for his hidden tool. He started to protest, but I thought, if he won't let me release my load, then I'll get him to come. As my mouth descended to his lap, his dick shot up straight, and he gave a sigh of resignation as I blew him all the way down Main Street.
END