It Begins... (hypno)
by magister
Like all stories, this one begins in an office on the West Side, being redeveloped to fit in with the new clients moving into the neighbourhood. New upwardly mobile working couples who wanted their medical centres to look good, so if they did get sick they wouldn't be offended by out of date magazines or drapes that didn't match the post-modern landscapes on the wall.
I was not the head of the medical centre. Most people didn't even know I was here. Nowadays I saw few clients, and the ones I do see were not what you call 'normal'. Anyway, I had his little set of offices out the back, and people just thought about me the way you think about the crazy Uncle who only lives a few blocks away but you never actually get around to visiting. I don't bother them, and they don't bother me.
And every day I came here and worked on my little machines, and delved deeper and deeper into the human brain. I never get over how beautiful and complex the human mind can be. I gues that's what started it all - the power of people to rationalise their behaviour.
Let me explain.
As a clinician, I spent years listening to people tell me their stories, and I was always amazed at the rationalisations they came up with to justify their behaviour. 'I can't go outside or the men in black will get me', 'I can't eat shellfish because they drink polluted water', "I killed those kids so they could be happy in heaven'. All these individuals were behaving in odd and sometimes anti-social ways, and yet they were firmly convinced that their arguments were logical and reasonable. 'I had to hit her because she was thinking about another man', There weren't any jews killed in Germany - it's just a government conspiracy', 'They tap my phone because they know I know stuff'.
This is not new. Over the centuries man has shown a wonderful capability to justify any action so that it appears reasonable. Slavery, murder, war, rape, mass destruction. All things a reasonable person might consider wrong, but at the time it seems appropriate and necesary. This was the part of the human psyche I wanted to examine. To manipulate. To control.
My early attempts at behaviour change met with failure. People would do things because of social pressure, doctors' orders, or to please the authority figure. But as soon as the pressure was off, they would slip back into their old patterns. I needed a way to get them to take responsibility for their own behaviour modification. Not just agree with me, but believe it to be the absolutely right thing to do.
So, after years of research, I developed my Fundamental Compliance Device. It was designed to activate the protions of the brain that were responsible for making decisions seem reasonable. You see, the brain is constantly asking itself questions, and then responding to the most reasonable answer.
"How should I exit this room? Through the door or through the window?"
"Through the door, you idiot."
These inner conversations are going on all the time, but we are seldom aware of them. So, what happens when those answers are changed? Behaviour changes right along with them.
"Should I kill the boss or stifle my anger so I don't go to prison and I don't get my pension?"
"Kill the boss. He's a bastard, and they probably will call you a hero."
The FCD was meant to change the answers to some of these questions, and change the behaviours accordingly.
Great! you cry. That way, people can stop smoking, lose weight, total rehabilitation of sex offenders and murderers. A boon to mankind!
What you don't understand is that I am doing this for me. I don't give a damn about mankind. And it is the dysfunctional person that provides the income for myself, as well as my whole profession. I am not going to tamper with the destiny and evolution of mankind. Just the destiny and evolution of a couple of men. Maybe when I've died, mankind can have it. But in the meantime ....
Now, to get back to the story. Remember we were getting the medical centre remodelled? Well, as I came in every morning, I noticed one of the foreman was a real pig. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. When he wasn't berating his workmen, he was whistling and shouting at the female passersby. He had long blond hair, tied back in a ponytail, a cheesy moustache, shirts with sleeves torn off, daggy shorts, toolbelt, and large workboots that had definitely seen better days.
The strangest thing was, he believed that this appearance and his behaviour were attractive. He believed that men worked better when bullied, and women responded sexually when people told them they had big tits. This only confirmed the fact that people can rationalise anything.
The thing was, he'd be a perfect guinea pig for my first major project. I had had to learn quite a bit about about electronics in order to construct my machine, so it was quite simple to set up a specific electrical booby trap for my crude construction worker. The next morning, as I moved toward the front door, the pig was halfway through a tirade when several hundred volts went shooting through his body. Right on time.
Of course, I volunteered to work on him, and had his men bring him to my office. It was early, and there was no one else inside as yet. I told everyone he was fine, he just needed to rest. I sent them back to work, and while he was still out, I plugged him into the FCD. It would take a while for the computers to align themselves to his specific brain activity, so I needed to ask him several easy questions.
"How are you feeling?"
"Wha ... what happened?"
"You had a brush with some live wires, by the look of things. Tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two. Where the fuck am I?"
"You're in the medical centre, in my consulting room. Can you tell me your name?"
"Ted. Ted Mooney. Who the heck are you and what are these fucking wires?" He started to rise and was grabbing for the wires stuck to his head.
"Just lie down. You've had a severe electrical shock, and I'm just running an EEG to check that there has been no permanent damage. As for me, you can call me Doctor D. Everybody does. Just relax for a few minutes while I check the readout."
He dropped back onto the couch, while I checked the calibration. My trusty little device had zeroed in on the appropriate areas, and was now ready to start applying the proper little micro-electric pulses. I would say something while pressing my little black button, and, theoretically, Ted would attempt to integrate it into his reality, as if it were something he already knew, or at least wanted to believe.
"You don't have to go just yet. Why don't you just stay here for awhile?"
"Yeah, may as well. I deserve a break."
"Good. While we're here, I had probably check the rest of you. In case there was other damage."
"Uh, yeah, I guess so. You're a doctor, right?"
"That's right. I'm a doctor. The best one around. And you can trust me completely. Now, let's get those clothes off, shall we?"
He was a little reluctant to undress, but he did anyway. Inside his head, he was asking:
"Should I take all my clothes off in front of a complete stranger?"
"Sure. He's a doctor, the best, and you can trust him completely."
Soon, he was standing there completely naked, except for the wires connected to his scalp. His hands were held in front of him to hide his manhood.
"There's no need for being embarrassed. I'm your Doctor. It's okay for me to look at every part of you." He dropped his hands and relaxed a bit, and I was quite pleased that there was nothing wrong with what I saw there. Even deflated, his cock seemed healthy.
"Now, Ted, I'm going to give you a thorough examination, but you are not to move or hinder me in any way. Okay?"
"Sure, Doc. Whatever you say."
I then set about checking the rest of his body. Partly, I am enough of a scientist to want to make sure my experimental subjects are healthy. But mainly, I just wanted to get my hands on a naked man.
I rubbed his chest, squeezed his nipples. I stroked his butt and had him bend over so I could check his hole. I had him put his hands behind his head while I took a few good slaps at his stomach. He just stood there blandly through it all. Finally, I reached down to fondle his dick and his balls, but there was little response.
"Ted, I need to know if your cock is still working properly. Could you get a hard on for me?"
"Are you sure Doc? I just never got a hard on in front of a man before."
"It's up to you, Ted. But I just wanted to make sure your dick was up to scratch. Just think of some pretty girl." He got a smile on his face, and his cock started swelling. I squeezed his balls, twisted the sac, stroked his member and slapped it a few times. Through it all it was obvious he was off in a fantasy somewhere.
"That's fine, Ted. You can get dressed now."
"Thanks, Doc." Ted grabbed his clothes and started to dress himself.
"From now on, Ted, I may need to examine you on a regular basis. That means if I ask you to take your clothes off, you will do it no matter where you are."
"Sure, Doc. I want to be sure I'm okay."
"And I may need to check every part of your body, so you won't be upset if I touch you even in the most private places?"
"No, Doc, you just touch me anywhere you want. I know you're just doing your job."
"One more thing before you go back to work..."
"Yeah, Doc?" Ted sat back down, now fully dressed.
"I don't like all that hair over your body. It may be making you overheat, and that could be bad." Ted looked puzzled.
"I want you to go home and shave the hair off your arms and legs, your crotch, under your arms and even off your ass. Otherwise you might get too hot and die. Oh, and you'll have to get rid of the moustache as well."
"Are you sure Doc? I like my mo."
"I am the doctor, right? You trust me right? Well, this is very important. In my opinion, you have too much hair on your body, and it needs to be shaved off."
"Okay, I suppose you know what you're talking about. What about this?" he asked, pulling forward his pony tail.
"Leave that for the moment. I'll take another look at you in a couple of days, and we'll see how things are going."
"Thanks Doc."
"You're welcome. That's what I'm here for." I stood up and started removing the electrodes from his head.
"You'd better get back to work now, and I'll check on you in a couple of days."
"Okay, thanks again, Doc. I really appreciate what you're doing for me."
"My pleasure. Take care. Bye."
After he left, I sat down to write up the notes. It all seemed to be going well, but now it was a matter of seeing how well the new suggestions held. According to my theories, the new justification scripts should be permanent, but I would just have to wait and see. An intelligent person would probably be continually reassessing their life scripts, looking for new and better solutions to problems and situations.
But Ted wasn't that intelligent.
The next morning I turned up, eager to see what had happened. The answer was both gratifying and annoying.
Yes, by the looks of it, Ted had gone home and shaved his body. At least his moustache was gone. As for the rest, he was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt, buttoned up high. This meant that he had shaved, but had been too embarrassed to let his men see it. That's the problem with underestimating the creativity of even the stupidest man.
Ted waved to me when he saw me (well, I was his trusted doctor) and I acknowledged him. I had actual clients to see that day, so there was nothing I could do about it then and there. But I cleared some space for the next day to make sure Ted got another dose of 'friendly' suggestions.
"Good to see you again, Ted. Just come in and take off your clothes."
Ted walked into my office and started stripping before the nurse had quite closed the door. It didn't take long for him to get completely naked and stand there waiting for me.
"I need to put these wires back on. Do you mind, Ted?"
"I suppose it's all right. I really want to make sure I'm all right." I walked over and attached the electrodes to the various points on his scalp. I couldn't help but notice, though, that his body was smooth and reasonably firm. He didn't make any comment about being nude in front of me, so I took it that the other suggestions had worked as well.
The machine already had his patterns mapped, so it didn't take long to get down to business.
"Why have you suddenly started wearing jeans to work, Ted?"
Ted blushed. "Well, I shaved myself like you said, but then I thought all the guys would make fun of me if they saw my shaved legs."
"And why did I tell you to shave your body?"
"You said it would overheat, and that would be bad for me."
"That's right. But what's the point of shaving all that hair off if you're going to wear clothes to cover it all up?"
"Ah, I suppose it's not good, eh, Doc?"
"No, it's not good. From now on, the less you wear, the better. Get yourself some really short, tight pants, and you may want to think about going without underwear. And if you do wear a shirt, make sure it doesn't cover your arms and that it's unbuttoned all the way down."
"Okay, Doc, but the guys are really gonna jerk me around if I do that."
"What's more important? Your health and your doctor's orders, or a couple of construction workers."
"I suppose I have to do it then." He looked resigned as the machine reassured him it was for the best.
"Also, I'm going to need a sperm sample from you. Just to run a few tests." Ted baulked at that for a few seconds, as his natural instinct was to question the need. But my little device convinced him that I was the best doctor in the world, and it was rude to question my instructions.
"Uh, sure Doc, if you say so. Where do I go?"
"You can do it right here, where you are."
"But Doc, I've never jerked myself off with anyone watching. I don't think I could do it." He was embarrassed about doing something so private in the office, but he was just as upset at letting his trusted doctor down.
"That's okay. Just try, while I get a specimen bottle." It was a glorious sight, watching this macho pig trying to get himself going while trying not to look at anything. He had his fist wrapped around his cock as it slowly stiffened, and he began his jerking motions. I walked up and stood as close to him as I could.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, Doc, I'm fine."
"No, I insist. Let me just massage your balls to make sure the sperm is all mixed up in there, huh?"
"Okay."
I suppose he wasn't used to masturbating while he was standing up. He certainly wasn't used to doing it while another man tugged and pushed his balls. It didn't take long for him to hit orgasm, and I was a bit sorry. I was going to suggest to him that I work on his prostate.
Oh, what the hell.
While the last of his cum oozed into the specimen jar, I had another word with him.
"That's good, Ted, but we need more than that. Do you think you could do it again for me?"
"What? Now? But I can't come again already."
"Just give it a try, it's important."
"Okay, Doc, if you say so." And then he started pumping again. His cock wasn't quite as big, and it was obvious he was used to rolling over and falling asleep after his orgasm.
"Ted, I'm going to have to help you with this. You keep doing what you're doing, while I put some pressure on your prostate. But you're going to have to bend forward a little."
"No, please, Doc, I can do it ..."
"I can't wait for that, Ted. Now, be a good boy and bend forward so I can get my finger into your ass." He wasn't happy about it, but he was getting used to following orders. He leaned forward, and I pushed my index finger into his virgin hole. I moved it around a fair bit, which didn't really help him come, but gave me pleasure.
Finally, I pressed his little button, and he exploded a second time. I think it took him by surprise, because he let out a fair grunt.
"There. See? I knew you could do it."
"Yeah. Thanks Doc."
"You're welcome. Why don't you put on your clothes and we'll have a little chat." I could see him debating about putting his jockey shorts back on, but ended up by shoving them in his pocket. Then when he put his shirt on, he rolled up the sleeves and left the front open to expose his smooth chest.
"Now, Ted, I'm a little worried about some things. No, don't worry. It's nothing serious. I just need to run a few tests."
"But what's wrong with me, Doc?"
"I'll be able to tell you next week. Come back and see me on Monday, and I'll have some definite answers for you. In the meantime, I want you to give up alcohol completely, and make sure you get a lot of exercise."
"Give up beer?"
"That's right. No more beer for you. Ever. And no more junk food. We want you to be very fit and healthy, don't we?"
"I guess so."
"Now, get back to work, and remember everything I've told you." I removed the wires from his head and he stood to go.
"Will I be okay, Doc? Give it to me straight."
"If you do everything I tell you to do, you'll be more than okay."
Ted smiled. "I sure will. See ya on Monday, Doc."
"Okay. Goodbye Ted."
I was amazed at how well the experiment was going. If I could only get my machine to work telemetrically. There must be some way to dispose of the wires. I would get a friend I knew to work on it for me. He was totally trustworthy after a short spell as a hypnotised slave.
But otherwise, everything seemed to be going extremely well.
The next morning, Ted was up on the scaffolding, wearing the flimsiest shorts I had ever seen and a singlet that exposed more than it covered. His little butt looked so good as it pushed against the tight fabric. I don't know how the other men were reacting to the changes in their foreman, but the looks they were giving him said they were seeing Ted in a totally new light.
He still yelled at women, but now some of them were yelling back. He was still rough with his men, but now some of them were making comments to his face about his new look. Monday was almost too far away.
On Monday morning, Ted was waiting for me as I walked up to the office.
"I couldn't wait, Doc. I need to know if there's anything wrong with me."
"That's okay, Ted. Come on in." I dropped my briefcase and hung up my coat, while Ted automatically took his clothes off. There wasn't much to remove - the same mini-shorts and a torn flannel shirt. No underpants. I must have been staring, because Ted stopped and tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Don't you want to check me over?"
"Yes, Ted. No, that's fine." I was a little thrown by the easy way he had taken to stripping for me. Maybe my machine was doing more than I knew.
"Tell me, how did your men react to your shaved legs?" I bustled around him, attaching the electrodes to their usual positions.
"Well, Doc," he began, slightly flushed, "at first, they really ribbed me, you know? But now, they kind of make jokes about it. I told them it kept me cool, but I don't think they believed me."
"Well, at least you and I know the truth." I smiled at him in a reassuring way, and then sat at the desk and picked up some papers that I could pretend were the results of his test.
"I have some news for you, Ted, but you may not like it."
"Tell me, Doc."
"Well, from these results, it looks like you're gay."
"Gay? No way, Doc! I'm as straight as they come!"
"I'm sorry, Ted, but all the signs are there. We tested your semen, and it confirmed it."
"But how, Doc? How can I be gay?"
"Well, for instance, look how long your hair is. Your father was straight, and he didn't have long hair, did he?"
"No."
"You grew your hair that long because inside you knew you were gay. And haven't all the guys at work been calling you names?"
"Yeah, they were calling me fag and stuff."
"That's right. They knew you were gay."
"But I really like girls! I've had sex with lots of women. I've never even seen another man naked." He was confused, and my poor machine was desperately converting this inverted logic into undeniable truth.
"Well, there's one more test we can do. But if it says you're gay, then there is no question. Do you want to try it?"
"Yeah, of course! What is it?" He was frantic to find some way of proving that he was heterosexual, although the machine was already enhancing his every doubt.
"Well, you know that gay men give other men blow jobs?"
"Yeah. Everyone knows that."
"Well, you can give me a blow job. If it works in say, fifteen minutes, and I cum in your mouth, then that means you must be gay, because you made another man come." It was a long shot, but I was hoping he was so confused he wouldn't question the pseudo logic too closely.
"Ah, you mean, I suck your dick, like a girl, and if you shoot, then I'm really gay?"
"That's right. Only a gay guy could make another guy come. You want to try it?"
"Sure, I guess so. If you say so."
He knelt down near the machine and I walked towards him and pulled out my dick. It was already hardening from the mind games I had been playing, so it was ready for a good face fucking. Ted was tentative to start with, as he did this for the first time in his life. When it seemed he was being too gentle and cautious, I placed my hands on the back of his head and began pushing my cock deep into his mouth.
We soon got into a rhythm, and it was just under the fifteen minutes when I came into his mouth. I kept his head pressed deep into my crotch so he had no choice but to swallow the load. He wasn't ready yet to lick it clean, so I grabbed a tissue from a box on the desk.
"Well, that sort of proves it, don't you think?"
Ted sat there with his head in his hands, close to tears.
"Shit, I must be gay, then, like you said."
"Now, it's not all that bad. You can still have a fantastic life. It's just that you'll be having sex with men instead of women."
"But I still like women! How can I be gay when I can't even get hard thinking about men?"
"Well, it probably means that you're a 'bottom'."
"What do ya mean a 'bottom'?"
"Well, there are some gay men who only serve other men. They suck them off and let the 'top' fuck their ass and stuff. They are like slaves to the top. And the top only lets them come every now and then. So, bottoms don't go out with men. They just find one man and service him."
"So you think I could be a bottom?"
"It looks like it to me."
"But how do I know for sure?"
"Look, here's the address of a club downtown. Go there tonight, and tell the bartender you think you might be a bottom, and could he recommend a top for you. Then, you go with this top and do everything he tells you. Try it for about three months."
"Three months? But will that definitely prove whether I'm gay or not?"
"During that three months, if you do everything that he tells you to do, and you don't come at all, then we'll have to have another look at your tests. But if you come even once in those three months, then there is absolutely no doubt that you are a gay bottom." Ted looked pleased, totally sure he would never come because of what another man did to him.
"Now, when you get back to work, you can try the same test on your workmen. Tell them you want to suck them off, and if they cum in your mouth, then that's just more evidence."
"But I can't tell those guys that I'm gay! We're not a hundred percent sure that I am, anyway!"
"You're going to have to face it eventually. But it's up to you. You just come back in three months and let me know how you're getting on. Okay?"
"Okay, sure, Doc. Thanks for all your help."
"That's okay. You just make sure you do everything the top tells you to do, and you'll be fine." I unhooked him from the machine, and he put on his skimpy outfit.
"See ya in three months, then, Doc."
"I'll look forward to it." And that was no lie.
EPILOGUE
Three months later and I was walking toward the office. The workmen had finished weeks ago, and I'd heard nothing from Ted. Some of the gossip going around while he was still there made me sure he had taken my suggestions to heart, though.
As I got closer to the front door, I noticed a big handsome guy standing calmly against the wall. It wasn't until I got closer and he smiled at me that I recognised him as Ted.
His ponytail was gone, replaced by a short crew cut. He looked like he had done a lot of working out, because his muscles stretched his white t-shirt to the max. He was wearing a very tiny pair of leather shorts, and his legs were like tree trunks. He had some rings in his ear and a leather band around his biceps. All in all, a nice way to start the day.
"Ted, is that you?"
"Yeah, Doc, it's me. You said I should come back and tell you how it was going."
"I'm glad you did. Come on in to the office."
"I can't stay long. My master's going to be back soon." I stopped at the word 'Master' but let it go as we passed into my office.
"So, Ted, tell me what you've been up to."
"Well, I went to that bar, like you said. I asked the bartender about tops, and he suggested I look out for my Master - I mean, he wasn't my master then.
"Anyhow, I found him, and told him I wanted to learn how to be a bottom. At first, he thought I was kidding, but when I kept on at him, he said he would teach me as long as I did everything he told me to. Of course, I said yes, like you told me to, and then he punched me in the gut." Ted sort of grimaced as he said it, but I could see that there had been some changes in his attitude since then.
"I guess I deserved it. He explained to me exactly what a bottom does, and it sounded really bad, but he was a good teacher. Every time I got something wrong, he just kept hurting me until I got it right.
"I remembered what you said about if I came, then I could be sure I was gay. So every now and then, my master would get my dick out and play with it, but I couldn't get it hard for him at first. I just wasn't turned on. I know it made him angry, but there was nothing I could do.
"Then one day he invited some of his friends over, and they brought their bottoms, and we had a sort of orgy. There was one point where I was being fucked up the butt by one guy while I had another guy's dick in my mouth, and I felt my master's hand reach down and play with my balls. Before I knew it, I was getting hard, and then he did some things to my dick, which really hurt, but my dick stayed hard.
"After that, I could get hard for him more often. But up until a week ago, I hadn't come, so I figured that I might not be gay after all."
"And then what happened?"
"Well, we were walking down this side street, and he had a collar and leash on me, and we were going past a construction site. Some of the guys I used to work with were up on the scaffold, and they started calling out to me, you know, saying I was a fag. Then my master pushes me up against the far wall so they can still see us, and he starts kissing me and squeezing my nipples.
"The guys were yelling out for him to do more, and so he starts taking my clothes off. I don't know why, but suddenly my dick was hard, and when they all saw that, they just cheered more.
"Then my master gets me to bend over and he starts fucking me there in the open. Lucky we were down the side and no one else was around. Just the guys up above watching and cheering. That's when I really felt it, and I came all over the ground.
"My master made me lick it up, because that's what a good bottom does, and then we left."
"So that's when you knew you were really gay."
"Yeah, I guess so, but I had an idea before that. I just wanted to come by and thank you for all you did for me. You were the first one to really tell me like, you know."
"That's my job, Ted. I am glad I was able to help."
"Well, I gotta get back to my master now. He'll have to punish me for running off like this, but I had to tell ya. And he really enjoys working me over, anyway. Thanks again, Doc."
"Goodbye, Ted. And don't be a stranger. Drop in any time."
"I will. Bye."
Well, now I knew my FCD was a wonderful success. A few more adjustments and refinements, and there's no telling what sort of fun I could have.