My Sister's Beau (hypno)
by magister
Chapter 1
Andy and Margaret were fraternal twins. That meant they shared the same womb for nine months, but that was about all they shared.
Andy was a good looking guy, quiet, charming, smart without being a nerd, fit without being a jock. His teachers knew he had potential, but his classmates just treated him as an unknown. Margaret on the other hand was trouble. She was the typical wild child, into chaos and challenging the rules at every turn. Oh, she was smart and fit and good looking, but everyone knew her future would have to include jail, drugs or suicide.
So they lived in the same house with their never-present father, and stayed in their separate rooms, and went their separate ways. Until Margaret was rummaging through her brother's room, looking for nothing in particular, and came across a book on hypnosis. That started her thinking, and when Margaret started thinking you knew trouble was on the way.
Andy came home from his part time job to discover his sister throwing one of her impromptu parties in the living room. Normally, he would have just avoided the whole thing and retired quietly to his room. But the sound of a deep voice making barking noises made him stop and look in on the source.
He found Margaret sitting on the couch, surrounded by three of her giggling female friends, and Jason Hardy, the class stud, on all fours and barking like a dog. At this point, it should be noted that Andy was gay, and had spent the past few years having fantasies that involved high school friends in embarrassing situations as the result of hypnosis, so you can probably understand why he didn't leave.
Margaret caught sight of her brother in the doorway, and she just laughed. She had had a few hits of some sort of alcohol, and was delighted that there was a bigger audience to witness her latest prank.
"Come on, doggie, lick my toes like a nice puppy," she cooed, and Jason obediently bent down and started mouthing at her feet. He was wiggling his butt as if he had a tail, and the other girls immediately renewed their chorus of inebriated giggling. Andy was torn between disgust at the girl's behaviour, and the excitement he felt as he watched Jason in a deep trance.
"I'm glad you're here, Andy. I want you to keep the little doggy here happy while we go get ready for his next trick." Then she and her friends left the room. She was like that - she would tell people what to do and just expect them to do it. But for Andy, there was an overwhelming sense of temptation and desire that almost swept him away.
"Jeez, I thought they'd never go," said Jason, as he stood up from the floor. Andy just stood there with his mouth open and his dreams in pieces on the floor.
"I, ah, thought they'd hypnotised you."
"Yeah, well, your sister tried. Actually, I think I was almost under, but then Gracie giggled, and it was like the spell was broken. After that, I just played along." He flopped down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.
"But, why? Why pretend like that?"
"Can you think of a better way to get your sister to play around? While I was licking her feet, I got a great view of her pussy ... Hey, sorry. I forgot." He looked a bit upset as he realised who he was talking to.
"Don't worry about that. I have no feelings at all about my sister's honour, or what passes for it. I don't think you're the first guy to look up her dress." Jason relaxed and made himself more comfortable. Andy went over and sat on the armchair next to him.
"You say you were almost under? You felt like you were in trance?"
"I don't know what I felt like. Mags kept talking about relaxing and a tunnel going down and stuff, and I really felt myself getting sleepy. But then it stopped."
Andy had an idea. Obviously, Jason was a good subject. And most of the induction work had been done. And his sister wouldn't be back down for a few minutes.
"Did she do the bit about relaxing your shoulders ... feeling your eyelids getting heavier and heavier ... the gentle feeling of releasing all the tension in your body ..."
"Yeah ..." murmured Jason, as the induction picked up from where it left off. Andy was much better at this than Margaret, and it didn't take long for him to put Jason truly under. Just in case, he ran a few of the standard tests. There was no doubt about it - Jason was completely hypnotised.
But Andy had only a few minutes before the girls got back, and his mind raced with plans and ideas to make the best of the situation. There wasn't nearly enough time to do everything he wanted, and he didn't want his sister to get suspicious.
"Jason. Listen to me carefully. You were pretending to be hypnotised by Margaret when Andy came home, weren't you?"
"Yes."
"What were you doing?"
"I was pretending to be a dog."
"And when you saw Andy looking at you, what did you feel? Jason, how did you feel when Andy saw you being a dog?"
"I was embarrassed. I thought he would laugh, or tell at school."
"You were very embarrassed, weren't you?"
"Yes."
"But that felt good. You felt embarrassed, but it also made you feel a bit horny as well."
"No ..."
"Yes, Jason. This is the truth. When you saw Andy looking at you, you felt ashamed, but horny at the same time. It turned you on for him to see you act like a dog. Say it for me ..."
"I felt turned on that Andy saw me act like a dog."
"That's exactly right. In fact, whenever you feel embarrassed, you are going to feel sexually aroused. Whenever you feel ashamed you are going to feel really turned on."
"...turned on ..."
"And it will be even better if Andy sees you embarrassed. That will make you even hornier."
"... even hornier ..."
"Jason, I want you to imagine you're standing in the middle of the cafeteria at school. It's lunchtime, and there are all the students and your friends and the teachers all standing around. Can you imagine that?"
"Yes."
"And imagine that you look down, and you have forgotten to wear your pants to school. How do you feel?"
"Shit, I hate it." He was blushing furiously and his face was screwed up. His hands moved instinctively to cover his crotch.
"Yes, you feel ashamed, and everyone is pointing at you and laughing, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"But when you feel embarrassed, what happens?"
"I feel turned on."
"That's right. You are getting turned on by being embarrassed." Andy could see the bulge growing beneath Jason's hands.
"Now, imagine Andy walking toward you. You feel even more turned on, don't you?"
"Yes."
"The closer Andy gets to you, the more embarrassed you feel, but the more excited you feel as well, and your cock is getting hard and you are feeling so turned on and all you want to do is please Andy and have him touch you and you know that it's wrong and you try to run away but he is getting closer and your cock is aching for him to touch you and everyone knows that you're a fag and queer and Andy's little slave but you don't care because the more they laugh at you the harder your cock becomes and the more you want to be Andy's little fag queer slave boy."
"Yes." Jason was flushed and excited and ashamed and confused all at once.
"And now Andy tells you to take off your shirt as well, and everyone in the room is laughing even harder and calling you a cocksucker, but you don't care because the more embarrassed you feel, the more excited you feel, so you take off your shirt and you're completely naked, and Andy tells you to kneel down and you can't help yourself so you kneel down and your cock aches because it feels so good and it feels so good to do whatever Andy says."
"Yes," Jason groaned. He looked close to tears, so Andy took him back through the relaxation exercises to calm him down. Jason relaxed, and his hands dropped away from his groin.
"Jason, how are you going to be around Andy when you do something embarrassing?"
"I ... don't know."
"You could pretend to be hypnotised by Andy's sister. Then, when she made you do something bad, then Andy could be there to see it, and you would feel all turned on and sexy."
"Yes."
"But you must fool Andy's sister. You must pretend to be hypnotised by her and do everything she tells you. Then Andy will see what a great slave you are, and then maybe one day he will make you his own little fag slave. That would be good, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"Now, I'm going to count to three, and when you wake up, you are going to pretend you are hypnotised by Margaret, and no one will ever know you are just pretending, and you will do everything she tells you, and you will want to do it because Andy might be watching and you want to show him how good a slave you can be so he will make you his own."
"Yes."
"And when you hear the phrase 'little fag slave', you will return immediately to this state of deep hypnosis. You will completely relax and go deeper into trance and be ready for any new instructions."
"Yes."
"Good. Now, one, two, three, wake up!"
Jason immediately went into doggy mode, pretending that he had been entranced by Margaret. He rolled around the floor, and Andy could see there was a nice bulge in his pants. Andy knew that the one session wasn't going to be enough, but at least it was a foot in the door. He felt a real rush of power as he stroked Jason's ears.
When Margaret returned, she held up a dress and her make up kit, and announced it was time for her next big surprise. Andy decided to leave her to it, as he had his own meat to beat. But he was the only one that noticed the look of disappointment on Jason's face as he left the room.
"Don't worry, Jason, my boy," Andy thought, "I'll definitely see you later."
Chapter Two
It was later that evening when Andy again ventured down the stairs. He had heard the other girls leaving, and decided he needed to investigate.
He found his sister where he'd left her in the living room, but he was amazed when he saw what they'd done to Jason. The idea was probably to dress him up as a woman, but they had hardly succeeded.
Jason was very broad across the shoulders, and they were very squarely set. His face and hands and legs could only be described as masculine. But the girls, following Margaret's lead, had made him over from head to toe. He looked a forlorn figure standing there in such pathetic drag.
They had shaved his legs and put him in stockings and what must have been very tight high heels. He was wearing a loose dress that bagged around his non-existent hips and struggled to surround his thick chest as well as the bra they had forced onto him. His face was covered with makeup and his lips were a bright red. The final touch was the curled hair tucked behind his ears and the clip on earrings.
Even dressed as he was, in a darkened room, you would still need several drinks before anyone would believe he was a woman. Andy looked him over and tried not to laugh. As for Jason, the blood went first to his cheeks, and then to his groin. He felt completely ashamed, but seeing Andy look him over made him feel incredibly aroused.
"Introduce yourself to my brother, Jessie." Jason wobbled forward on his heels and did a precarious curtsy.
"My name is Jessie, and I'm a girl," said Jason, in a forced falsetto. Margaret gloated over her handiwork, and Andy chuckled. Jason felt miserable and excited at the same time.
"What are you going to do with him, er, her, now?" asked Andy.
"I don't know. I'll think of something. Listen, how about letting him sleep in your room tonight?"
"My room? Why?"
"Because when Dad gets home you know he checks that I'm in my room, and I don't want him to catch me with that," she jerked her thumb towards poor Jason.
"Okay, but you owe me one. Are you going to put him back to normal tomorrow?"
"I'm definitely going to put him back as a guy. He makes one ugly woman. But there are other things I could do with him ..." Margaret got a faraway look in her eyes, and Andy felt a surge of pity for the slave he had created.
"Just take him upstairs and put him to bed. I'll clean up down here before Dad shows up. Oh, and you better make him more presentable, just in case Dad checks your room, too."
"Okay."
"Jessie, follow my brother upstairs, and do everything he tells you to do, okay?"
"Yes Miss Margaret," squeaked Jason, and Andy thought he saw a glint of pleasure in the boy's eye. Jason followed Andy up the stairs, but it was hard going in the tight shoes. He stumbled a couple of times, but Andy pretended he didn't notice. The bigger the fool Jason was, the more excited he would get.
When they got to Andy's room, he told Jason he could get out of the ridiculous drag if he wanted. Jason didn't waste any time getting his borrowed clothes off, and Andy watched admiringly. Of course, Jason felt a bit embarrassed stripping like that, but for some reason it excited him as well. He stood there for a few minutes before he felt controlled enough to talk.
"Have you got anything else for me to put on? All my clothes are downstairs, and I can't disobey Margaret's orders."
Andy looked Jason up and down, as if considering the matter.
"No, sorry, I've got nothing that will fit you. I guess you'll just have to sleep in the buff." Jason looked awkward, but the conditioning held and he didn't argue.
"Little fag slave," said Andy, and Jason fell once more into a deep trance.
"Jason, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Tell me, were you embarrassed when Andy saw you dressed in women's clothes?"
"Yes."
"But you felt very horny as well, didn't you?"
"Yes." Jason was blushing as he remembered the scene.
"That's right. The more you pretend to be his sister's slave, the more you will show him what a good slave you can be for him. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to be Andy's slave."
"That's right. That's what you want most in the whole world. But to be his slave, you have to prove yourself first."
"Yes."
"And how will you prove it to him?"
"By being a slave to Mistress Margaret."
"Good. Very good. Now, you're going to have to sleep in the nude tonight, because your clothes are downstairs. But it is too warm to sleep under the sheets. So I want you to sleep on top of the bedclothes."
"Yes."
"But you will feel really turned on as you remember all the things you've done today to make a fool of yourself. You won't be able to stop yourself from jerking off."
"Jerking off ..."
"That's right. As soon as you get on the bed, you will need to jerk off. But Andy can see you, and you will feel ashamed, but you won't be able to stop, because you want him to see you jerk off and see what a big cock you have so he'll want to make you his slave, and the more you jerk off the more ashamed you'll feel, but that will just make it feel even better. And then you'll feel embarrassed because of all the cum over you, and you'll have to lick it all off so you don't get any on the sheets."
"Clean it up ..."
"That's right. Now, on the count of three, you will once again be awake, and you won't remember being hypnotised. But when you hear the phrase 'little fag slave' again, you will immediately go into a deeper trance than you are in now. Okay, one, two ... three!"
Jason raised his head, and looked around the room slightly dazed. Then he remembered that he was standing in another guy's room without any clothes on, and the blush came back to his face.
"About time we hit the sack, don't you think?" said Andy. Jason just nodded and lay down on the second bed. As soon as his head touched the pillow though, his cock started swelling, as the hypnotic commands took effect. He glanced across to where Andy was curled up under the covers, and tried in vain to resist the urge.
Slowly his hand moved down over his chest and stomach as it inched toward his solid dick. With furtive glances to make sure Andy wasn't watching, or maybe wishing he was, Jason grabbed his dick and started massaging it with long slow strokes. He draped his other arm across his face, and he started to recall the day's events. As far as he was concerned, he had been play acting with Margaret and the girls, pretending he was hypnotised and being a dog.
Then, when Andy had entered, he suddenly felt very aroused. Normally, being found in that sort of situation would upset him, imagining how the story would spread around school. But because it was Andy, it felt different.
When Margaret talked about dressing him up as a woman, he was about to object and tell her he wasn't hypnotised, but then the thought of being shamed in front of Andy made him keep his mouth shut. The whole time the girls were shaving his legs and putting him in makeup, he just kept hoping that Andy would come through the door and laugh at him and call him a fag.
Jason had never felt anything like it before. He had never thought of a man sexually at all, but for some reason the idea of Andy standing over him while he was completely humiliated was becoming a huge turn on. It didn't take long for him to cum, and the white liquid dripped out and over his chest and hands.
Immediately, he knew that this was wrong, and he started licking it up off his hands before Andy noticed. How could he have done such a thing? Where was his self control?
By the time he had licked himself clean, he was hard again, but this time had enough control to ignore it. The idea of Andy seeing him like this and telling all his friends scared him but aroused him. He wanted it but hated it. He rolled over onto his side, his naked, moist body gleaming in the moonlight, and as he watched Andy sleep, he knew more than anything that he wanted to be this guy's slave.
Andy watched through half closed eyes as Jason finally drifted off. Then it was Andy's turn to relieve himself. He did it with much more style, but it still didn't take long. With that out of the road, he indulged himself in some fantasy scenarios where he was the complete master, and his sister's boyfriend was his little fag slave.