Every Day in Every Way (hypno)
by magister
That first year at College, I had to share my room with Tommy, a jock. He had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and an athletic build that obviously got him all the action he wanted. From the beginning, he rarely studied, he was always out with the others from his swim team drinking and partying, except when he was back in the room with a new girl and had locked me out.
Now, listen, I don't want to come off like a prude, and I enjoyed partying, but I had to work hard to get in here, and had to study my butt off to stay on. I was studying Business with a second major in Psychology (hey, I knew where the money was) while he had come in on a swimming scholarship, had wealthy if remote parents, and he must have been studying basket weaving for all the work I saw him do.
Then one day he came over to me while I sat at my desk, trying to read the latest in a long list of text books. He hesitated (which wasn't like him) and I finally looked up.
"Studying, huh?"
"Yep," I said, biting back sarcasm that I knew would be wasted, "and I wouldn't mind getting back to it."
"Look, you know a lot of this stuff, right? Like the science bit."
He seemed to be leading somewhere, and I knew I couldn't get back to work until he had finished. Besides, it wasn't the most interesting work on Macroeconomic theory that I had ever read.
"What's the problem, Tommy. Is my studying keeping you awake?"
"No, no, it's not that." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and obviously tried to gather his thoughts for the next sentence. "Listen, I'll be straight with you. You and I don't really get along, right? I mean, you're the smart preppie and I'm the dumb jock. But it's just that I've got that fucker Dr. Whitmore for Chemistry tomorrow, and I don't know half the stuff. I thought that, maybe, you could kind of help me cram for tomorrow."
I sat there, stunned. Firstly, I didn't even know that he was studying some kind of science degree, but what amazed me more was that he thought I was a 'smart preppie"! I come from a fairly low income background, and all the money I had gotten from after school work I had saved to get here. Because I had worked so hard, I didn't have much of a social life, and so I probably hadn't kept up with the fashion trends, but still...
I looked across his head at the mirror on the wall above the handbasin, and actually saw myself as if for the first time. My hair was brown and short at the back and sides, unlike his blonde 'bush', and my eyes were brown where his were blue. I was paler because of my time indoors and he was tanned from being outside most of the time. I also wore a collared shirt and a jacket, mainly because that's what I thought everyone wore at ccollege. By the time I found out they didn't, I didn't have the money to buy anything new. Anyway, being dressed up made me feel more like a successful businessman, and less like a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.
"I suppose I do look preppie," I said, mostly to myself.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Now, will you help me cram?"
I came back from my daydream with a start. I had forgotten about Tommy and his problem. I was going to tell him to forget it, after all, I had a ton of work to do, and it was his fault he had goofed off. But then I thought of the recent lecture on hypnosis, and a plan started forming.
"Okay, Tommy, I will help you cram. Actually, I know of a way to make sure you know everything you need to know for Dr. Whitmore."
"Great," said Tommy. "When do we get started?" He was as enthusiastic about this as he seemed to be about everything else in his life. Now, I had a perfect way of calming him down, and getting some peace and quiet myself.
"First off, have you heard of hypnosis"
He pulled back a bit. "Yeah, of course I've heard of it. What's that got to do with studying?"
"Well," I said,"if I hypnotise you, and get you to study, you'll remember all of the information you read. Not only that, you'll actually understand it and be able to answer any question that Dr. Whitmore puts to you."
"No shit?" he said. "You mean, you can just get me to read the stuff, and I'll know it? Like learning while I'm asleep.?"
"Yes, something like that."
"Hey, wait - I know about this hypnosis, though. What if you get me to cluck like a chicken or bark like a dog during the lecture? I've heard about stuff like that from the Psych students." He was starting to rise, as if this was a bit too much for him.
"Look," I said, "I have no interest in making you do anything. If I get you to study, it just means that I'll have the peace and quiet to do some study of my own. Now, either you want my help, or leave me alone to get back to my book." I turned away, but I had studied enough human behaviour that I knew I had him caught. The first rule of good hypnosis - have them want to be hypnotised. If they ask you for it, then you're halfway there.
"Shit, okay. I have to know this crap by tomorrow. Do what you have to." He plonked down on the bed again, resigned to this 'arduous fate'.
"Look, it won't be that bad. I'll just get you to relax, and you're mind will open up. Then, whatever you read will go straight into your memory. Then, when you've finished, I'll wake you up, and all those facts and figures will be floating around in your head where you can get at them. Okay?" Step two, keep everything simple, and get them to agree with you as much as possible.
"Yeah, well, it sounds all right. What do you want me to do?"
"First off, bring that other chair over here, and get yourself comfortable. Think you can do that?"
He gave me a dirty look, and went over to get his chair. He was not only obeying an instruction I had given him, but his irritation put him in the right emotional frame to be induced. He had to tip some dirty clothes and and old pizza box off his chair, and he dropped them on the bed. My first thought was the usual annoyance at his untidieness, but then it occurred to me I might be able to do something about that. But that could come later. First things first.
He sat down in front of me and brushed the hair back out of his eyes. Then he crossed his arms in front of his chest, and gave me a defiant stare. "Now what?"
"First, you have to relax. Put your arms by your side, and rest your hands in your lap."
He followed these instructions as well. Step Three - start off with things they would normally do anyway. By getting him to follow my directions outside the trance, it was going to be difficult not to follow them while he was in trance.
"Now, just relax, and watch my finger." I raised my finger, and had him watch it as I moved it slowly back and forth.
(There's a lot of hypnotic induction here, which I'll skip, just in case someone is reading this story too closely.)
"How do you feel, Tommy?"
"Fine." He sat relaxed on the chair, his head dropped forward onto his chest. His long fringe covered his eyes, and his arms hung loosely by his side.
"Now, I want you to do a couple of things for me, Tommy. You want to do a few easy things for me, don't you Tommy?"
"Yeah, sure."
"When I tell you to sit up, I want you to sit up very straight and tall in your chair. I want you to sit up straight as a rod. Do you understand?" He nodded against his chest. "Okay, Tommy, I want you to sit up."
Tommy sat up very straight and rigid in his chair. He obviously had good muscle posture from all his swimming, but this was the first time I hadn't seen him slouched down or lying on his bed.
"Good. That's excellent Tommy. Now, whenever I ask you to do something, you are going to answer with 'Yes, sir', and whenever you say 'Yes, sir' you will go deeper into your hypnotic trance. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," he replied. This was going better than I had thought. Although I was tempted to do more, I remembered that I still had more work to do myself, and I realised that I had better help him with his cramming.
"Tommy, is your real name Thomas?"
"Yes, sir." He was going deeper into the trance.
"Well, from now on, I'm going to call you Thomas, and when I call you Thomas, you will want to obey me, and do whatever I tell you. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, Thomas, what has happened is that Tommy has stopped you from studying for this lecture tomorrow. Tommy is a bad boy, but you are a good boy, aren't you?" I was a bit afraid that he wouldn't accept this disassociation, but his "Yes, sir" came without hesitation.
"That's good, Thomas. Now, you want to study, don't you? You want to be a good boy and make everyone proud of you. You want to make me proud of a good boy like you, don't you, Thomas."
"Yes, sir. I want to make you proud of me sir." That was an unexpected response. Obviously, he was a better subject than I had supposed. He was really getting into this. I was actually getting a bit excited myself, knowing that I had another person totally under my control.
"Now, Thomas, you want to study, and Tommy has gone now, so you can sit down and do all the study you want. Actually, you will find the studying easy, and you will enjoy it. You want to go and study, now, don't you Thomas?"
"Yes, sir." He was actually almost smiling, and the unavoidable enthusiasm of his nature was coming through.
"When I count to three, you will come out of trance, but you will not be Tommy - you will be Thomas, and you will want to study all the things you need to know for tomorrow. When you have finished, let me know, and I'll put you back into trance. You will want to go back into trance and feel relaxed."
I counted to three, and he opened his eyes. He smiled at me, and said, "Well, I had better get to that homework, now." He then walked across to his desk, and started moving some of the rubbish off it, obviously looking for the text book. I watched for a few minutes longer, and saw that he actually sat at his desk in the ramrod position I had had him seated in last. Obviously, Thomas had picked it up as part of the new personality I had set up.
That was interesting, but back to global economic forecasts.
***
After a few hours of intense work, I sat up to stretch. Tommy (or Thomas, I should say), was still studying across the room.
"How about some coffee?" I said, starting to like this new, quiet roomate.
"Yes, sir," he replied, and then went to the basin to fill the kettle.
I was amazed, as this was something Tommy would never do, and I had not thought that Thomas was still under my control. He proceeded to boil the water, and even washed out my coffee cup. He didn't ask about milk or sugar, but his subconscious mind must have seen how I made it, because he put in the right amount of everything.
As he brought me my cup, I noticed that he hadn't made one for himself, so asked "Aren't you having one?"
"May I have one?" he answered in a somewhat hesitant tone.
"Yes, sure, you can have one," I said, taken off guard. Then it hit me that while I was inducing the trance, and later when I was giving him instructions, I had referred to him as a 'good boy', and to the Tommy personality as a 'bad boy'. What I had done was dredge up all the aspects of his personality that he associated with being a good boy - things like politeness, helpfulness, respect, etc. - and incorporated them into this new Thomas peronality.
"Thomas," I said.
"Yes, sir?" He turned from pouring himself a coffee.
"You don't swear, do you? Or drink, or smoke, or anything like that?"
He frowned for a moment and said, "No, sir. Of course not." He then returned to his attention to the cup. I was thinking: this is amazing! But I was also feeling the effects of a late night of work. That reminds me...
"Thomas, did you finish the work for your lecture tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir. I managed to make notes on the relevant chapters, and I was just catching up with the reading for my other subjects." This was more than I had thought possible from just one amateur session of hypnosis, but obviously there was some part of Tommys' psyche that had always been an intelligent, studious good boy. I think the jock act was something he adopted because it was easier, and then it became a way of life.
"Sit down here in this chair," I said, directing him to the chair in front of my desk where the evening had begun. He came across and sat down facing me.
"I want you to get comfortable. Put your coffee down here on the table, and just sit back and relax." He did as he was told without question - obedience being another 'virtue' of a good boy.
I then took him back into a trance state. He quickly dropped into a deep level of hypnosis, and then, with regret, I started bringing back Tommy. However, just to keep my options open, I instructed him that whenever I called him Thomas, his secondary personality would emerge, ready to behave himself and do as I instructed.
Then I woke him.
"Well, why the fuck are you just staring at me? Let's just get on with it." The suggested amnesia had obviosly worked, as Tommy was back to his 'irrepressible' self.
"If you look at the clock, you'll see that you have already been studying for a couple of hours, and if you stopped to think about things, you would know that all the information has been put inside your head." I was irritated, because deep down, I really preferred Thomas. There was something about him that appealed to me.
"Hey, yeah, you're right. I know this shit. That was great. You're a lifesaver." He then 'yahooed' and went out in search of some late night pizza. I finished my chapter, and then called it a night.
***
The next afternoon, Tommy came in full of stories about how he had answered questions in the lecture room, and showed that 'fucker' Dr. Whitmore a thing or two. He started raving about how easy it had been, and he could see me hypnotising him every week and getting the stuff inside his head, and how he would just coast through college, swimming and having fun.
"Thomas," I said, interrupting his monologue. The change was instant. At first, I wasn't sure it would work, but his expression changed, and he went from lying on the bed to standing up straight, almost at attention.
"Yes, sir," he rapped.
"Good boy, Thomas. That was a very good response." He smiled at me, and I realised how good looking he was. I had never really taken much note of what the girls saw in Tommy, but seeing this look of willingness on his face made me see a boyish quality that was really appealling.
"Thomas, you've got more study to do this afternoon, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I think you had better get to it. No, wait a minute." He hesitated, as I tried to recall something that I had thought of last night. "Yes, now I remember. Thomas, I don't think this room is very tidy, do you?"
He looked around at the untidy clothes, the rubbish on his side of the room, and the clutter he had removed from his desk the night before. "No, sir."
"Well, before you get to studying, I think you should spend the rest of the afternoon tidying up a bit. You want to be a good boy and have a clean room, don't you Thomas?"
"Yes, sir," he said, and then set about cleaning up the mess. Satisfied with this clever bit of manipulation, I turned to my own homework. After a while, I tuned out the noises that Thomas was making as he set about doing a thorough spring clean of our room.
When I finally looked up, it was just before five, and my growling stomach said it was time to think about eating. When I turned around, I couldn't believe my eyes. The room looked totally different. I could see floor in areas that had been covered in junk since the beginning of term. Thomas had basically erased all traces of Tommy, and replaced it with his sense of order and neatness.
He was just finishing off wiping our few dishes at the basin. He sensed me looking, and turned around and smiled. Again, I found that look extremely appealling, and for the first time, I felt some movement in my groin. No, I thought, I'm not gay, it's just a power trip that I'm on. I pushed those thoughts from my mind.
Just then, someone down the hall called out that there was a phonecall for Tommy. I looked across the room, and saw that there wasn't even a flicker of recognition on Thomas's face. He was completely in this other personality! I got up and went to the door, and called out that Tommy wasn't here, and that he'd gone out to some club for the night.
When I came back into the room, Thomas had finished putting away the last of the dishes, and stood there at a kind of 'at ease' position, smiling in a friendly way at me. I noticed then that he had worked up a sweat with all his work this afternoon.
"Why don't you go and have a shower, while I order us some food before we start studying, eh?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, I would like to wash some of this dirt off me." Thomas was such a polite kid, it was like having a younger brother that worshipped me. I was beginning to enjoy that feeling. I went to the phone and ordered some Chinese food from the local shop. Tommy had hated it when I ate chinese food - he could be a real pain when it came to trying new things, and he had had a real thing against asians. I don't think he had ever thought about it, it was just something he had picked up somewhere and thought it was 'cool'.
By the time I had ordered and cleared a few things from my desk (which was starting to look untidy compared to the now revamped room) Thomas was back from the shower. He went to his side of the room, and unselfconsciously started towelling himself dry. I was fascinated, and for the first time really looked at the length of his penis hanging between his legs.
He had a fine dusting of sun bleached hair going from his chest down to the 'v' at his groin. Then there was about seven inches of dick, nestled in the golden tangle. I could begin to understand while the guys were jealous and the girls looked at him sideways. His dick started thickening and rising, and when I looked up, I saw that he was watching me watch his
groin.I was embarrassed and looked away. "I think you had better get dressed now, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," he replied, but continued to stand there naked, and half erect.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I was ashamed of my staring at him, and feeling guilty because my own dick was getting hard.
"What should I wear, sir?"
I looked back at him, and the look on his face assured me he was sincere. Obviously, this was a part of his new Thomas personality that hadn't 'gelled'. I was pleased to be able to change the subject, and get my mind up from my pants and back into my head, where it belonged.
"Let's see what we've got, then." I walked over to his closet, and rummaged around inside. During his cleanup session, Thomas must have sorted through the clothes, because those I thought of as Tommy's - shorts, singlets, ripped shirts and the like - were down one end, while the crisp shirts and dress jackets were neatly arranged at the other end. Some of the shirts looked as if they had never been worn, and I guessed they were a present from a mother who had no idea what her son was like.
"Let's try this," I said, as I picked a shirt with a stiff collar, a pair of light slacks, some white cotton underpants, and I even found a white cotton singlet in the back of a drawer. So what - I wanted to have fun.
As I passed each item of clothing to him, he put them on with a smile. The white underclothes and the collared shirt obviously agreed with what he though a good boy should wear. Some socks went on next (there were plenty of clean socks, as I don't think Tommy had ever worn a pair), and then some black leather lace-up shoes I found in the back of the cupboard. They were a bit dusty, but a quick wipe with one of Tommys' singlets soon had them shining.
As I looked at Thomas, dressed up like he was going for an interview, I noticed two things. One, he didn't have a tie, and I really 'felt' that Thomas would wear a tie. The second thing was his hair. It was in a damp shaggy mess around his head and on his collar, already making the stiff starch go limp.
The first thing was to fix his hair before it dried like that. I took him over to the chair, and sat him down while I picked up his comb. It was filthy, and looking at 'Thomas' sitting up so straight and willing in the chair, I knew I couldn't use anything that was associated with 'Tommy'. Then I remembered, and went to the bottom of my closet, and brought out a cardboard box that I hadn't been able to throw away. Inside were presents from well meaning aunts and uncles they had given me on graduating from high school. Among them I remembered seeing a grooming set given to me by a great uncle who must have been at least ninety years old.
I found the leather case, and inside was an old fashioned set of Gentlemens Grooming Aids - a nail file, tweezers, manicure scissors, comb, toothbrush, and a set of old-fashioned hair brushes. There was also a couple of ties, ones I didn't want because they had diagonal stripes, but they were too good to throw away. They would be excellent on Thomas, though.
I turned back to him, and presented him with these gifts. I couldn't believe it, but there were tears in his eyes! "Sir, thank you, sir. These are the best things anyone has ever given me!" He was even more like a young boy, and I realised that this hidden part of him probably never had had much attention. Tommy got all the applause for being a stud and jock, but Thomas the good boy probably had never been encouraged or acknowledged.
I smiled back at him, and then took the comb and started on his hair. It had a few tangles, but I managed to work them out. I parted his hair on the left, and pulled his long hair back behind his ears, and decided to put it all in a pony tail to keep it off his collar. I told him what I was doing, and explained, "You don't want you hair rubbing on your nice clean collar, do you?"
"No, sir. Sir?"
"Yes, Thomas?"
"Could you cut it off, so that its short like yours?" I stopped combing his hair, and felt a lurch in my groin. Part of me wanted to grab a pair of scissors and respond to the plea in his voice, but then I thought better of it.
"I'm not really a barber, Thomas, and I might make a mess of it. What if we leave it in a ponytail tonight, and we'll fix it so you can get a proper haircut later. Is that all right?"
"Yes, sir," he said, with a mixture of disappointment and eagerness.
When I finished with his hair, I walked around and picked up one of the ties. I passed it to him, but the way he looked ashamed, I realised that he probably didn't know how to do one up.
"Do you want to wear a tie, Thomas?"
"Yes, please sir."
"Do you want me to put it on for you?"
"Yes, sir, that would be great, sir." He almost wiggled on the seat. He really was like a younger brother, so eager to please.
I put the tie around his neck, and started making a loop. It was then that I realised that a tie is kind of like a leash. As I stood there with the long end of the tie in my hand, and the tight collar around his neck, and the look of anticipation on his face, my cock went straight from semihard to rock solid in nothing flat.
It was then I first knew that this was no longer a game to keep an annoying guy out of my face. Before I could think too much about what I was contemplating, there was a knock at the door. Reality came back with a thump!
It took a minute before I remembered it wouldn't be any of Tommys' friends, as they never came here. He always met them in the car park or at the local bar. It couldn't be a girl, either, because the only time he brought them here was to have sex, and once he had 'conquered' them, he usually dumped them and moved on to the next.
Before I could do anything, Thomas got up and said "I'll get it, sir."
He walked to the door and opened it before I could say anything, but it was only the young chinese boy with my order. Thomas told the boy to hang on, then went and got his wallet. He paid the bill, and added what must have been a good tip from the smile on the boys' face. This was definitely another way Thomas was different to Tommy.