The Devil and Any Goode 2 (hypno)
by magister
I must have dozed off for a while, because when I opened my eyes, we were pulling in to a small city bus station just sunset. I was hoping everything that had happened, like the Devil and the sex, was all part of some dream (although a dream like that said I had other problems). But when I turned from the window, there was the guy sitting in the seat next to me.
I looked down at myself, and I was still wearing the white t-shirt. My fly was open, and my cock was standing straight up where anyone passing could see. I thought about putting it away, but that was all I could do - think about it. My body refused to obey the command. I could move my arms, and I crossed them and tapped on the window, but there was no way they would go near my own dick!
The Devil guy looked at me and smiled.
"I was just having a little fun while you were off in dreamland. You can put it away now if it makes you feel that uncomfortable."
I didn't want to ask what he had been doing, so I hurriedly pushed my still rigid cock into my jeans. It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't going down at all. It was the first time I realised that jeans were never designed to hold an erect penis. There was no way though I was going to ask this guy to do something about it. He said he had me under his spell or whatever for twenty-four hours. He could make my body do things for that time, but come 10:30 tomorrow morning, I was gonna beat him within an inch of his life.
Until then, I would just have to bide my time and wait. It was about seven now. Only another fifteen and a half hours. I could handle that. The important thing was to stay calm and not let him get into my head. I started praying to myself, figuring it might put him off, or turn him to dust or something.
As the bus rolled to a stop, some of the passengers walked out, and He stood up as well.
"Time to get off, Andy. We'll be spending the night here. Get your luggage and meet me inside the depot."
I had no choice but to do as he said. I grabbed what was left of my gear and got off the bus. I wanted to stop someone and tell them I was being kidnapped, but it didn't work. He must have blocked it off somehow. At least the two marines he had me make love to before had gotten off the bus while I was asleep. The last thing I needed was to see them and have them remind me of what the devil had made me do.
I grabbed my suitcase from under the bus, and following the compulsion, went into the depot to find the cause of this nightmare. I spied him off to the side talking quietly to a couple of nuns, who went off giggling just as I got there.
"Ah, a devil's work is never done. Now, my good friend Andy, it's time to get everything set up. You have such a busy night ahead." His smile promised things I couldn't even imagine, but I just speeded up the prayers inside my head and counted off the minutes.
He had me follow him out of the depot into the main street. The evening was cool, and I wished he had left me my shirt. The thin cotton of the T-shirt did little to keep out the cool breeze. Plus the fact I felt everyone staring at me as I followed the Devil in his three piece business suit out of the lobby. I prayed that everyone would think I was his son or something, and that no one would remember my face.
We were walking along the sidewalk when he came to an abrupt stop. I actually continued on a few steps, thinking maybe I could break free, but the compulsion stopped me, and I turned back to face him.
"It might be good for you to have a bit of a makeover before starting work. And it'll give me a chance to get a few things started. Let's see what we can do, eh?"
We were standing outside a small unisex beauty parlour. The Devil pushed the door open, and I obediently entered first. There was a young guy, about my age behind the counter, and an older woman cleaning up some bits and pieces over by the mirrored wall. She looked tired and a bit irritable as she saw the two of us.
"Sorry, we're just closing up. Could you come back tomorrow?"
"Oh, I beg your pardon. It's just that I had a special favour to ask ..." The Devil stepped into the shop, and stretched out his hand, which she automatically took. I could almost see the energy pass between them, and the sudden look of confusion and fear in her eyes told me that he had taken over her as well. I wanted to scream at the boy behind the counter to run for his life, but all I could do was stand there waiting for the next command.
"It was a small matter. And who is your young helper?"
In the space of a few minutes, he had both the woman (Nora by her name tag) and Eric (ditto) under his power. I felt sorry for them, but then again, I was in the same predicament.
"Now, Nora, is it? Nora, my young friend here has entirely too much body hair, and I was wondering if you could do me a favour and do something about removing it?"
I almost freaked. What was he talking about? But Nora responded in what was her professional manner.
"Of course, Sir, we offer a full range of waxing and electrolysis. It may take around an hour, but I'm sure we can manage."
"And I want something done about this blond bush on his head. Something a bit more styled - a body wave maybe?"
Nora came over and ran her fingers through my hair, as if I were some show dog on display.
"I'm sure we could do something there. And the eyebrows?"
What was wrong with my eyebrows? My God, I hope he wasn't going to tell her to shave them as well.
"Yes, you're right. They will need a bit of styling as well. Tidy them up. Oh, and I think he'd like an earring as well. Wouldn't you Andy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic. After all, we're doing all this to make you look more handsome. I want you to put a bit of energy into it." He looked deep into my eyes and stepped in closer. "Now, Andy, I'm going to leave you in the most capable hands of Miss Nora here, and you are going to do exactly as she says. And you will enjoy it. You will be excited and thrilled and happy and eager to do anything she suggests. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." I tried to stop it, but I could feel the adrenalins moving through my body, making me feel excited about the whole adventure. I wanted to scream, but instead began smiling.
"Excellent. Now, Nora, a few more things before I go."
The Devil took Nora over toward Eric, and started talking to them in the same intense way he had just imposed his will on me. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but every now and then they would glance over in my direction, and they all had smiles on their faces. Eric stared at my groin, where my still erect cock was jutting out hard against the denim that kept it strapped to my thigh.
"Fine. I'll leave it all in your capable hands, then, Nora. I'll be back in, say, two hours?"
"Not to worry, Sir. We'll have you're boy all ready for you by then." And with that, the Devil left, and I found myself grinning and eager to please my new captors.
"Okay, Andy, let's get you out of those clothes and start work." Nora moved over to me and competently started removing my jeans. I pulled my shirt off over my head, while Eric went and (thankfully) drew the shades so we wouldn't have an audience. I reached down and pulled off my shoes and socks, and dropped the jeans over a nearby chair. I stood in the centre of the shop completely naked, with my now permanently erect cock standing at attention.
Eric came over and reached out his hand to stroke it, but I reached out my hand and stopped him. I was elated. Obviously, I now had enough control to prevent some of the more humiliating activities. However, my joy was short-lived.
"Now, Andy, that's not very nice, is it? You're friend there told us how much you liked young men playing with your johnson. All Eric wants to do is just touch it. Why don't you let him have some fun?"
She seemed so motherly, and I so wanted to please her, that I felt embarrassed about what I had done. I turned to Eric and told him to go ahead and touch my dick all he wanted. Eric grinned, and started rubbing his finger up and down the shaft. I knew I couldn't come until the Devil gave the command, so I just stood there smiling while this stranger played with my most private part.
"Come and lie down over here, dear," said Nora. Something was wrong here, but my mind wouldn't focus.
"Sure, Nora." I headed over to a low couch at the back of the shop. I guessed a curtain would usually be pulled across to block the view to the rest of the customers in the shop. I just laid down on my back, feeling comfortable and eager. But I shouldn't feel that way. Something was wrong. This wasn't normal.
"So, we're going to get rid of all that nasty hair off your body and leave it all smooth. You'll look so good. But I warn you, it will sting a bit in places."
"That's okay, Nora. Do whatever you have to." I was so excited. I wasn't sure what exactly she was going to do, but I had an overwhelming desire for her to do it. The tiny panicking voice at the back of my head receded further, until I could barely hear it over my joy.
The next two hours passed in a haze of excitement. Things that twenty-four hours before would have filled me with horror now became the source of immense pleasure. There was waxing of my legs, chest and back, and while Nora applied her electrolytic skills to dispose of my five-o'clock shadow, Eric used shaving cream and a razor to work around my cock and under my arms. Through it all I prattled on and agreed with anything I was told, no matter how absurd.
Once my body was denuded, I was moved to the chair, where Nora went to work on my hair and Eric decided to work on my nails. With my hair in large curlers and coated with some vile substance, Nora went to work on my eyebrows, plucking any hairs that went too far to the centre or too far up my forehead.
I didn't need Eric's constant stroking of my cock to keep it hard - the compulsion laid on me by the Devil kept me on the edge of excitement through the whole process. I had never been into a parlour like this, let alone subjected myself to a beauty treatment I had only associated with women, but because of the spell, I was treating it like it was the most exciting night of my life. As Nora suggested each new process, I felt waves of pleasure through my body.
While waiting for the hair to 'set', Nora brought over a small, silver gun, and started preparing my lobe for piercing. The real Andy made another valiant effort to surface and stop the violation of my body, but the Andy that was so eager to please was only too anxious to enter into a debate over stud versus loop. We ended up deciding on a small silver ring to start with, and a promise to Nora to try other objects at a later time.
Eventually, all was finished. I was once again naked and standing in the centre of the shop, but I hardly recognised myself in the mirror. My body was smooth all over, with a light sheen from some moisturising cream Eric had applied liberally all over (and I mean all over). I was getting used to seeing my cock solid and eager, but Nora had styled my hair so it all went up on one side, flowed over my head and a few locks falling down o
ver my right eye. It was all moussed and shiny, and had taken her at least fifteen minutes to style with brush and blowdryer. The hair swept up on the left side just drew attention to the earring. The work she had done on my eyebrows and hair made my face look younger and somehow prettier. Not feminine, but like a pretty boy.Inside, deep down, somewhere I was screaming, but on the surface all I could do was compliment Nora and Eric on such a wonderful job, as I stood there posing for them and the mirror.
The Devil was prompt, and entered with a smile on his face, as if he were a cat that had just eaten every bird in town. He had me turn around and pose for him, while he praised Nora. He stepped toward me, and all I could think was that he was so pleased with my new appearance. I was so eager, so willing to please.
"Come back, now, Andy. We're almost finished here." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I felt the excitement die, to be replaced by extreme embarrassment. I realised what I had done - what had been done to me. I think he saw the anger and shame in my eyes, because the smile that came to his face was pure evil.
"I suppose you'll need some clothes. Here, try these." He waved his hands toward my discarded clothes, and they writhed like worms. When they settled again, the white T-shirt was replaced with a black body shirt, the jeans had gone to the same black colour, and the runners were now ankle length black leather boots.
I dressed hurriedly, glad to have something to hide my nakedness. The shirt was too tight, and I couldn't do up the top buttons. The material hugged my form, showing off my pecs and naked chest in a very provocative way. The jeans were also tighter, and were held up with a black leather belt with silver studs. There were silver buckles on the sides of the boots. When I was finished, I looked in the mirror, and couldn't believe what I saw.
I was no longer Andy - cowboy, student, wholesome boy-next-door. I was some street hustler, dressed for some sleazy rave party.
With a touch of his hand, the Devil turned my watch into a studded wristband. Then he produced a silver chain from out of thin air, and moved to put it on me. I was shocked to see that from it hung a small silver crucifix. It somehow seemed to be the last straw. I had tried to keep hold of my sanity over the past several hours, and thought I'd done a good job. But seeing my rough trade reflection in the mirror brought me to tears.
"Oh, he's so happy he's crying. You've done a splendid job, Nora. Eric, why don't you 'relieve' Andy of some of his tension, while I have a word with Nora?"
Eric smiled and almost ran the few feet between us. He dropped to his knees and reached for my trapped cock. It popped free, and he immediately started licking it. I had no choice but to stand there and endure it. He worked his mouth over my shaft, and although he wasn't as skilled as the marines, he made up for it in enthusiasm. He must have been going at it for ten minutes or more by the time the Devil finished instructing Nora.
"That's fine, Eric. Andy, why don't you come now and let Eric taste your juicy young cum?"
I couldn't help it. At his command, my balls started churning, and my cock exploded with the power of the dammed jism. For the past two hours (or more) my balls were waiting for this command, and the juices seemed to flow from deep inside me. Eric sucked it all in and licked my shaft clean.
Thankfully, my cock started to wilt, but the Devil reached out a hand and caught it.
"Uh, uh. We can't have that, now. How is it going to get big and strong if you keep letting it droop. I want this rod as hard as possible for, oh, let's say the rest of your life?" He smiled, and my cock surged with renewed energy in his hand. I managed to replace it in the jeans, but the pressure of the material rubbing it against my thigh would have made it solid even without the Devil's command.
"Eric, you listen to Nora now. She's got a few jobs for you to do. Maybe I'll see you all later." The Devil led us from the shop, and we were on the sidewalk again. The body shirt was as useless as the T-shirt for keeping me warm. The breeze blowing across my naked and exposed chest made my nipples ache. I just wanted it all to be over, so I could go home. I didn't even care about going away to the big city anymore. I just wanted somewhere safe. And heterosexual.
"Andy, we've got to talk. I like what you've done to the outside, but on the inside, you're still a redneck hick. But I know the real you. Listen carefully..."
"Andy, do you know what a Rent boy is? Well, you've always wanted to be one. Yes, it's true. Down deep you've always wanted to sell you're body for sex. You've always wanted to make love to men for money - to turn them on and seduce them. Isn't that right Andy?"
I knew it wasn't true, but as he said it, it became true. He was changing my memories, he was inside my head and changing the way I thought. "Yes Sir."
"That's right. You've dreamed of nothing else but getting to a big city where men can admire your beautiful athletic body, and you could service them. You could have fun and make money at the same time."
I was losing myself in the picture he was painting of me. I tried to pray, but then I remembered the useless cross around my neck. I was lost in the power of his evil.
"You've left your family and friends because they didn't understand you. But I understand you, Andy." He stepped closer and began to rub my erect nipple through the fabric of the shirt. My cock was throbbing in time with my heartbeat. "I want to help you Andy. I want you to be your true self, so I've set up a few clients for you tonight. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Very good. Andy, you are now a rent boy. A gigolo, prostitute, male escort, or whatever you want to call it. From now on, your only desire is to please other men. You want to look hot and sexy so they'll desire you're body. There is nothing better than surrendering yourself to sexual desires - sometimes for free. You are so horny and anxious to fuck and be fucked and let your body be used by strange men. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Sir. That's exactly what I want." At this stage I believed it. It was what I had always wanted. It was what I was searching for. As the Devil continued his string of suggestions and commands, I could feel my old self slipping away, and this new Andy emerging. After a while, I even forgot there was any other Andy. I came back to 'reality' with a jolt.
"Andy? Andy, are you listening?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Right, let's go get you set up for your first night's work. I have this special room just around the corner."
"Great, Sir. I'm anxious to get started." I felt extremely comfortable and excited. I noticed a few men as we walked along the sidewalk. They stared at me, and I sized them up as potential clients. I tried to gauge from their stares what they wanted, and tried to look like I could deliver it. By the time we got to the hotel, I was walking like an invitation, and I had a 'For Sale' sign in neon across my butt.
END