Power of Attorney (hypno)
by magister
The dream is always the same, doctor.
I find myself standing in the interview room in this holding facility downtown. I'm dressed in this great designer suit, and have my leather briefcase on the table. I know that I'm some brilliant whiz kid lawyer, and I feel really in control. I know the guards admired me as I walked passed. I look really good.
Then the door opens and they bring in my client. He doesn't look much - skinny, goatee, pretty plain. But his eyes!
They're dark and penetrating, and he holds himself with such confidence. Like he's not even a prisoner. I feel like I know him, and that he knows me. Intimately. Have you ever felt that, doctor? Like someone can look deep inside your head and know exactly, I mean exactly, what you're thinking?
Anyway, the guard brings him to the table, then backs off and stands against the back wall. I walk over to the table as well, and this guy just looks up at me and I feel myself going weak. I can almost feel an energy pouring out from him; he's so intense.
"Come over here, man, where I can see you better," he says, and I walk over close to him. He reaches out and starts unzipping my fly! Look, doctor, you know I'm not gay, but this dream is so real, I can feel the guy at my crotch. And ... well, I start getting hard.
Then I remember the guard standing there watching, and I start to say something, when this guy looks at me and smiles.
"Don't worry. He won't see anything he's not supposed to."
And then he pulls open my shorts, and he's got my dick in his hands. I'm hard and throbbing, and he just licks his finger and draws little circles around my piss slit, and I can't do a thing to stop him.
Does this mean I'm some sort of closet homosexual, doctor? Dreaming of a man like that? Anyway, I'm all hard and he's squeezing it, and I think I'm going to cum, and he just laughs again.
"No pleasure until I get out of here, remember?" and suddenly I know that I'm not allowed to cum until he gets out of jail. I don't know how I know, but I just know. I start to put my dick back in my pants, but he tells me to just leave it out because he likes looking at it. It's like one of those dreams where you're naked at the office, except here I am in my best lawyer suit with my cock sticking out and the guard doesn't even blink an eye.
"You've got some pictures for me?" he says, and I go to the briefcase and pick up some polaroids. He spreads them out on the desk and looks them over, and I can see they're pictures of some guy's ass. And then I see that it's my ass. I must have bent over in front of the camera and taken pictures.
In some shots, my hands are pulling apart my butt cheeks to show my hole. In all of them, I can see some sort of harness on my balls that seems to be pulling them down. I can feel the pain in my balls as I look at the pictures, and I imagine what it must feel like. Does that mean I have a castration complex or something, doctor? 'Cause I can't imagine ever doing that in real life. But in the dream it's like he told me to do it, and I went home and did it, and here were the pictures to prove it!
"Nice pink virgin hole you got there, Red. Makes me want to stick my fist all the way down," he says. But I don't get upset. I don't get angry. I actually want him to stick his fist up my butt. Can you believe that, doctor? A man wanting another man to stick his fist up his butt? This is some weird shit!
So, once he's finished looking at the photos, he asks about the case, and I give him a rundown. I know that he's guilty, but for some reason I have this overwhelming need to get him off. I need him to be free, like my life depended on it or something.
Then he tells me that when he gets out he's going to have me serve him - lick his boots and ass, suck his cock, even work as a prostitute for him. And I'm getting more turned on than ever. I can't believe it. Even if I was gay, doctor, I could never like a man like that.
Then he's telling me that he'd like to see me give a blowjob, and I'm down on my hands and knees in front of him in nothing flat. Saliva fills my mouth as I anticipate tasting his meat. But he doesn't want that. He makes me crawl over to the guard and beg him to let me suck him off. Look, you're not going to tell anyone about this, are you doctor? It's all completely confidential, right?
Well, after the guard comes in my mouth, and I lick him clean, he just goes back to standing there and I crawl back over to the table. This guy lifts my chin up and looks deep into my eyes, and I'm falling into them - I'm actually diving into them, I want to go so deep into him.
And then I'm back standing there, and the guard is leading the guy out, and I go to pack up my things. But my head is all full of things I have to do at home, and pictures I have to take. I briefly remember my other clients, but I don't care about them. As far as I'm concerned, I only have one client, and if he doesn't get out, I'm willing to do anything to get put into prison with him.
I don't understand what's going on, doctor. Why am I having these dreams all of a sudden?
Yes, I've been playing your tapes every night before I go to bed, but they don't seem to be helping. Okay, I'll try these new ones. Are you sure these are going to help?
Okay, I'll see you next week.