He Made Me Do It! (hypno)
by magister
Chapter 1
"No, I just don't believe it."
"Which part don't you believe? That I can hypnotise someone, or that They can be made to do anything I tell them?"
"It's not that." Steve paused to make sure he knew what it was he wanted to say. "If there is such a thing as hypnosis, and it's not just some suggestible people kidding themselves, then I don't believe you can make someone do something against their will - their nature. You can't make someone kill if they believe strongly that it's wrong."
"Well, I..."
"No, let me finish. Please. I believe that some things are so much a part of who we are, they're hard wired into our brains, our whole body. Sure, you could make someone give up smoking, but they'd probably get addicted to something else. You don't change them, you just change what they do. And they won't do anything that's too far from their own belief system." Steve didn't realise how worked up he was getting, but the Professor seemed so certain and smug that it had triggered some need in him to take the high moral ground.
"And what do you think, Jeff? Do you agree with young Stephen?"
"Well, sir, as much as I respect your opinion on most things, I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Steve. I've spent my life trying to get people to change, and I know how hard it is. I wish there was some 'magic wand' I could use, but the truth is people can be extremely stubborn." Jeff was a prime example of stubbornness. He had spent most of his young life trying to change the world. From his vegetarianism, nuclear disarmament, Greenpeace activities and his anti-pollution lectures to chaining himself to laboratory doors to protest their senseless dissection of frogs. He lived his beliefs with a fanaticism that was hard to match.
"See, Professor, from your theoretical viewpoint, I can see how you could assume you could change people. But when you get out there with real human beings, you can see that they're not that easily manipulated. Jeez, if the advertising companies found out that you could change people through hypnosis, then every ad would be packed hip deep with subliminal messages." Steve was just as confident and assured as the Professor. That was why they enjoyed each other's company so much.
The three of them had been spending Friday nights together for the past two years, while the two young men studied for their degrees. Steve was interested in Law, and loved being able to have challenging and intellectual arguments. Jeff was his unlikely roommate who was studying Liberal Arts - mainly Politics and Philosophy. They had both taken Professor Green's course in Introductory Social Psychology, and both sides had been impressed with the intelligence of the other.
"What if I could show you an example of someone doing things against their deepest beliefs. Something that they normally would reject out of hand? Would that prove anything to you?"
"What? Make some freshman eat a cockroach or something?" Both Jeff and Steve laughed.
"No, I think something a bit closer to home. Steve, could you pass me that little black box over there?" Steve reached over to the side table to pick up the small plastic device. It was smooth, with three little buttons on one side, and what looked like the front of a flashlight on the other. He passed it over to the Professor, his curiosity aroused."Don't tell me you've invented a little hypnosis device that will revolutionise the world?" Steve asked sarcastically.
"Actually, I didn't invent it. And I have no desire to revolutionise the world. Just watch this." Professor Green set the machine on the table, and pointed the flashlight end toward Jeff, who smiled a little nervously. "Don't worry, it's perfectly harmless."
He pressed then end button on the box, and the machine flashed a couple of times - barely enough to register anything. Then he picked it up and put it down next to his plate.
"What? That's all?" said Steve. "I must say, Professor, I expected a bit more than that."
"Just be patient. Everything will become clear in a moment. Jeff, would you like some more of the roast pork?"
"Sure, Prof, just heap it on."
Steve was still wondering about the box, so it took a minute to register. Jeff was a vegetarian, and totally against meat of any kind. For the two years he'd known him, Steve had never seen him use butter, let alone any other animal product.
"Jeff, are you feeling all right? Professor, what did you do?"
"'Course I'm all right. What do you mean?"
"Your eating meat, that's what's wrong. You hate meat, remember?"
"Quit joking, you turd. You fucking scared the shit out of me there. Of course I damn well eat meat. What the fuck are you talking about?" Steve was definitely in a state of shock. Here was his best friend, someone he thought he knew better than anyone else, doing and saying things that were completely alien.
"C'mon, you guys. Prof? This is some sort of joke you two cooked up to get me in? Right?" But he knew it wasn't. Jeff was getting stuck into the flesh as if he hadn't eaten for weeks. Not only that, he poured himself some of the wine and drank most of a glass in one gulp.
"Professor?"
"You see, Steve, it is possible to get anyone to do anything. Sometimes it just takes time, other times it's just a matter of finding the weak link in the personality's structure."
"But how did you get him to do all that with just a flicker of light?"
"What are you guys fuckin' talking about? Do what?" Jeff was looking confused.
"That flash of light was just the trigger. Actually, I've been working with Jeff for several weeks now." Steve looked from the Professor to his friend, and felt that he no longer knew either of them. He started feeling apprehensive.
"What the fuck are you looking at me like that for?" Jeff had turned from the peace loving human rights activist to a vulgar lout. Steve tried to reason it away, and of course believed that it was one thing to do that to another person, but it would be impossible to do it to him. Steve was quiet for the rest of the meal, but the Professor kept up a conversation with Jeff, who answered with crude comments and off-colour jokes. When the Professor asked him if he wanted more wine, Jeff asked for something stronger, and helped himself to the whisky.
"You know what's fucking wrong with the world? Too many of you damn bleeding heart Liberals. I don't give a shit about all this environmentalist crap. If we need more fuckin' trees, we'll just grow more fuckin' trees." He was starting to get drunk, and Steve's apprehension was turning from simple doubts to deep worries.
"Let's go into the front room and have some coffee. Maybe Jeff will perform for us?"
"Sure, Prof. Just give me a minute to get set up." Jeff disappeared into a back room, while Steve and the Professor moved to the overstuffed armchairs.
"Professor, this is really freaking me out. How did you do it...Why did you do it?"
"It started off as a little experiment, and I'm afraid I just got carried away. It is easy to resist temptation as long as you're not tempted. Unfortunately, by the time I realised how far I'd gone, it was too late to turn back."
"You mean he..?"
"No, no. Jeff can flip between the two personalities quite easily. Without the trigger mechanism, he would stabilise into one or other of them. But no huge psychic damage has been done." Steve didn't know whether to be relieved or not.
"No, the problem is with me. You see, I've gotten quite used to this power now. I have discovered a part of my soul that I am afraid is quite ... evil."
Steve was extremely worried. He was ready to run out of there, but he had no idea of how to get Jeff away as well. His only hope was to play for time, and hope some opportunity presented itself.
Jeff returned, and he had changed clothes into some pseudo cowboy outfit, from the boots to the hat. Steve could hardly recognise his friend. He seemed to walk differently, his expressions were different he even seemed to 'feel' different, as if he had some new aura. Jeff went over to the stereo in the corner.
"You guys ready for a fuckin' thrill?" He called, and then pressed the play button. The room echoed with the pounding beat of some solid rock/disco number.
Jeff started parading up and down the room in time to the beat. He started swaying and rubbing himself, and Steve realised he was watching a stripper.His best friend Jeff was now in the process of entertaining them with his version of a male stripper!
If Steve knew anything of male beauty or eroticism, he would have found the whole process highly erotic. Jeff was a good looking young man, although most of the time he came across as scruffy and ill-kempt. But as he removed each piece of his cowboy costume, and moved various parts of his anatomy into view, it was obvious he was in very good shape. The Professor looked on with an amused smile, but Steve was mostly in shock.
Steve was one of those rare straight individuals who had never had a homosexual thought in his life. All he could see was his friend being humiliated by the orders of a sadistic mad man. When Steve saw that Jeff had actually shaved his body, he was more repelled than aroused.
"Can't we stop this? I've seen enough. Make him stop!"
"Okay, Jeff, I think that's enough for the moment. It appears our Steve doesn't have the stomach for this kind of thing."
"Shit. Okay, Prof, you're the boss. But you missed a fuckin' good finish." Jeff went and turned off the music, and then sat down in one of the chairs. He still had the cowboy boots and chaps on, but his cock was exposed, and was standing straight up. Jeff started stroking it slowly, and Steve found himself both repulsed and horrified. When he looked up, Jeff gave him a wink and a smile, and Steve felt ready to throw up.
"Put him back, Professor. Do whatever you have to to make him normal again."
"Or else?"
"Or else I'll report you to every single person I can think of. I'm going to start yelling blue murder any minute."
The Professor shook his head in a sad way. That's when Steve noticed he had the little square box in his hand and was pointing it directly at him.
"What are you going to do, Professor? That little gismo won't work on me."
"I'm sorry, Steve, but it will."
As the Professor pressed the button, Steve flung his arm across his face to block his eyes. But he could still feel the flashes as they seared past his clenched eyelids. Then the world faded away.
Chapter 2
Steve came to on his bed back in the room he shared with Jeff. Jeff was sound asleep on his own bed, and was snoring quite strongly. Steve guessed that the hypnobox had little result on the after effects of alcohol.
With this thought, Steve sat bolt upright on the bed as the evening's events played back in his head. He remembered the black box and Jeff's performance. His first response was to wake Jeff up and tell him all about it, but he couldn't. He wanted to, but his body just would not move.
He tried standing, and that was fine. He tried walking over to Jeff's bed, and that was okay too. But when he thought about telling Jeff everything, that's when his control went haywire, and he knew he couldn't do it.
Of course! The Professor had somehow hypnotised him so he wouldn't be able to blow the whistle. Fine! Steve would figure out some way of letting the world know what was going on. Some post-hypnotic suggestion was going to stop him. That's when Jeff rolled over in his sleep and exposed his cock to the night air.
Steve had never had a sexual thought about another man in his life, but now he was captivated by the sight of his best friend's dick. He was seeing it as if for the first time, and it was magnificent. It was utterly desirable and Steve ached for it. His hand was halfway to it when he realised what he was doing and stopped. He stared at the smooth exposed member for a minute longer and then locked himself in the bathroom.
He kicked the edge of the bath and sore. "Damn that man. He's got me acting as perverted as Jeff was. Well, Steve, you'bve always prided yourself on your willpower - here's a chance to prove it." Steve pounded back and forth through the bathroom as he argued with himself and convinced himself that he couldn't be hypnotised.
Having re-established control of his own mind, he turned off the light and went back out. Jeff was still lying there in his drunken stupor, and his cock still lay out in the open. Steve sat on the edge of his own bed for over half an hour before he could no longer resist the urge. He moved over to where Jeff lay unconscious and started gently kissing his shaved dick.
It didn't take long until Jeff became hard, even as deeply asleep as he was, and Steve, once he started, couldn't make himself stop. He had an overwhelming desire to taste Jeff's cum, to have his cock fill his mouth. Steve was carried away with desire and didn't care whether Jeff woke up and caught him. He needed what was deep inside Jeff's balls, and his mouth was the tool to get it. When Jeff came, Steve sucked down every last drop, and only reluctantly let the now limp cock slide from his mouth.
Once it was over, Steve was wracked with pangs of grief and shame. He vowed the Professor would pay for what he had done, and Steve swore he would never again lower himself like that. He tried to drift off to sleep, but it eluded him. He thought about what he had done - what the Professor had made him do - and his own cock came to attention. Steve absently fondled it, and then decided to jerk off over his old girlfriend Jenny to get the image of Jeff's dick out of his mind. But every time he started into the fantasy, it would be replaced with images of men's cocks, and Steve was overwhelmed with the need to suck more.
He decided to leave his own dick alone, as the Professor had obviously tampered with that as well, but he found he couldn't stop. His hand had the rhythm, and his mind was filled with the overwhelming image of a man's crotch. Saliva filled his mouth and his tongue ached. He couldn't control his own body anymore, and when he came at last the orgasm thundered through his body. He lay there, limp, covered with his own cum, and he sobbed quietly until he fell asleep.
***
It was a week later and Steve was back in the old toilet block behind the campus. He had found this place a few days ago, and now it was his home away from home. He had stopped going to class, and simply waited here for his much needed fix.
A man entered, and Steve was on his knees as soon as he recognised him as a previous 'customer'. The man produced his cock, and Steve fell on it like a starving man. He needed to suck cock more than anything else. His tongue and mouth washed this stranger's most private parts, and Steve moved into his own little world of pleasure.
A week ago he had never looked at another man this way, and now he would do anything to have his face buried in a male crotch. Luckily, these old toilets were a haven for clandestine sex, and Steve had had no end of men willing to let him do what he wanted. They ranged in age from teenagers to pensioners, but Steve barely noticed.
In between clients, Steve would retire to a booth and jerk himself off over the taste of other men's cum. Once, he had serviced two men at once with his mouth, and this had made his own cock ache with pleasure. He barely remembered any other life beside this need to fulfill the craving he felt inside. Dimly, he knew something was wrong, but the hunger never went away long enough for him to put it into coherent thought.
He could feel the man in front of him tensing as he got ready to come, and then he felt someone trying to pull him away. He fought to keep his lips fastened around the cock, terrified he would miss the explosion of life-giving cum. Unfortunately, the John was put off and his cock deflated before he came. Steve was frustrated and angry, and was still trying to lick the dick with his tongue as the frightened man put it away and starting backing out of the door.
Steve angrily turned on the cause of this interuption, and vaguely recognised Jeff.
"Steve, listen to me! Steve! What's wrong with you? Where have you been?" Steve tried to make sense of the words, but all he could think of was either jerking off or getting another cock in his mouth.
"Steve, you've got to come with me. The Professor said you'd be here, and he asked me to come and get you. He can help you, Steve." Steve hadn't really understood until Jeff mentioned the Professor. Then, like some time bomb going off in his mind, he remembered everything that had happened.
"That bastard. That fucking bastard. Shit." Steve went over to the sink and started washing out his mouth to rid it of the taste of semen. It all came back to him - the need to suck cock, how he had humiliated himself and begged strangers to let him give them a blow job. He was ashamed and angry and ready to do some heavy damage.
"Right. Let's go and see the Professor. I'm gonna kick his fuckin' head in!"
Jeff was surprised at this outburst, but not as surprised as he had been by Steve's other odd behaviour. All week, he had been acting stranger and stranger, seemingly preoccupied by something else. Then he had stopped going to class, and hadn't been home for the past two nights.
Jeff had been worried and phoned Prof. Green, who said he had seen Steve hanging out around here. When Jeff had entered, he was embarrassed to have interupted a gay scene, but when he recognised Steve as the gay on the floor, his first impulse was to break it up. He knew Steve wasn't gay, and watching him suck off another man seemed horrible. Jeff couldn't understand what was going on, but he determined to get Steve to Professor Green as soon as possible.
They walked across the campus to the old brownstone, and Steve banged on the door. Jeff was trying to calm him down and reason with him, but Steve was blind with rage.
The old housekeeper let them in, and Steve stormed into the front room where he stood confronting the Professor.
"You bastard. How the fuck could you do that to someone?"
"I was just trying to prove my point." Steve hit the roof. Jeff turned white when he heard some of the things Steve was accusing the Professor of. He must have had a complete breakdown, thought Jeff.
Steve was in mid-tirade when the Professor yelled "Enough!", and then there was a series of bright flashes from a black box in his palm.
***
Steve and Jeff burst through the door of their flat, madly kissing and locked in embrace. Their passion was so overwhelming they could barely hold it in. They were tearing the clothes off each other in their need to get physical.
"Come on, you fucker, I want your ass. I want your fuckin' ass." Jeff was intent on getting Steve turned around so that his throbbing cock could get into position. Steve was only too eager to bend over the end of the bed, only too eager to have his lover fuck him.
Steve knew that people couldn never be changed. Everyone had their own nature, and that couldn't be denied. He knew he wanted nothing else but to house the cock of his lover, Jeff, and Jeff had no other desire than to fuck the shit out of Steve. That was the way it always had been, and the way it always would be.
"Fuck me, man, fuck me."