Bike Sycophants

When his friend Alan convinces our hero to join a bunch of bike enthusiasts, he doesn't understand why all of them will do anything to "flatter the leader". He soon finds he can't help but follow along.

Note from the Author : Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is one of several stories I worked on this summer (2005) … so if you like this one … you may like the others. I’d really love to read your comments so please forward them to MTLBEAR@AOL.COM.

Thanks. MTL Bear.

Why did I agree to do this ? How could anyone consider this a good time. And if that guy yells “Just one more hill” ONE MORE TIME … he’s dead! My legs are killing me, my lungs hurt like hell, I’m sweating like a pig … and this is supposed to be FUN! This really can’t be how some people have “FUN” on their weekend. Well, if it is, I’m certainly not one of THOSE people. When Alan asked me to come along for this bicycle trip … I thought … we’d ride for a few miles then take a break … ride for a few more miles … look at the countryside … ride some more … have a picnic … ride a bit farther … have some sex in the woods. Hey … he told me it was an all-male bicycle group. With that many men what else would a guy do ?!!! That’s what “I” call F U N !

He never told me they were all crazy like him … each and every one of them … CYCLING ENTHUSIASTS! I’ve always been suspicious of people who travel around the world with a bicycle instead of being sensible and renting a car ! What’s that about ? I mean ... REALLY ! And to top it off, it wasn’t until we were starting the trip that he told me not everyone was gay … just a few. I almost packed it all in right then and there!!! He siad they had all joined because they thought the leader could help them get ahead and he seemed to let them think it was true. And then I saw the leader of the group. (Sean Connery, Tom Selleck and Mel Gibson step aside … I have a new man to jerk off to!!) He was exactly my type … everything I’ve always looked for in a man and never found all in one. Hairy, sexy, funny, beautiful eyes, winning smile, amazing body … all in one package! I knew right away that I’d follow him to the ends of the Earth … but then we started riding. And suddenly the charm wore off! All I could think was … “Where’d they get him from?”. He must be a retired drill sergeant or something! The way he pushes us to keep going. And they did … they kept going … they all seemed to want to please him … flatter him … so he would notice them. But the thing that annoyed me was that they were always leaving me far behind. Then they’d wait for me to catch up and just when I’d get there … they’d be off again. If it wasn’t for the fact that I have no clue where we are … I’d have stopped miles ago! OK … so it also has a small part to do with me being friends with Alan and me being turned on by the leader! If it wasn’t for all of those things … I would’ve quit!!!

Then, finally, he was right. It was the last hill. We hit a plateau and it was flat for a mile or two. Finally, I would be able to coast for a ways. But no !!! He kept pushing them … and by proxy … me! Whatever they did ... I did. All I could think of was “WHY? Why am I following these people … and their leader ?” And then of course Alan’s face popped into my head … and then Alan’s sexy legs and Alan’s amazing ass ... and I knew why. Anything to please Alan in the hopes that someday he would one day … please me! (Of course I knew we were just friends ... but hope springs eternal!!) I stopped by the side of the road to catch my breath, close my eyes and think about Alan getting naked. When I opened my eyes again and looked around … I was alone. They had zipped across the plateau until they were out of sight. It was then that I thought “Screw you ! Screw all of you !” I didn’t care any more. I was tired.

I needed a rest. But I was hungry too … and thirsty. And they had all the supplies with them. So if I wanted to fill up on food and drink, I had to chase after them. So I got back on the road with the hope that they would eventually stop and wait for me. They would … wouldn’t they ?

After what seemed an eternity, I finally spotted them. I was angry and then surprised. They couldn’t have been more than an hour ahead of me and there before me I could see all the tents set up, several fires started and everyone enjoying lunch. Without me ! They all looked up and laughed as I slowly rolled into camp. Someone yelled “Alan, looks like your friend needs a lot of work. Are you sure he’ll be able to join the BIKE SYCHOPHANTS ?” Every person in the group was laughing at me … and looking at me. Except Alan. I figured that was what they called themselves … what a stupid name … and he was pronouncing it all wrong! I wanted to yell out "It's C-Y-C-L-E P-A-N-T-S", but I thought better of it. I think Alan was going to be disappointed when I told him that I was NEVER going to wear CYCLE PANTS … just to join his stupid group!!! But at that moment I wasn’t really thinking about Alan!! The food smelt great … the drinks looked thirst-quenching … I had only one thing on my mind. As I dumped my bike by the others, the leader of the group walked over carrying a plate full of food and something to drink. As he passed them to me, he looked me in the eye and said “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize you weren’t still with us or I would have stopped. And don’t mind them. You did a good job today. You had a good ride. I’m proud of you.” I don’t know why but those few words made me feel so much better than before. And coming from someone as good looking as him … didn’t hurt … like icing on a cake! And then he smiled at me … wow … what a smile. It made me want to try even harder next time … to do anything to please this man! He had flattered me and I would do anything I could do to flatter him back. Then I thought … "Wait a minute. NEXT TIME ?" What was I thinking! There was not going to be a NEXT time. No matter how sexy the leader is !!! He slowly walked away, allowing me to watch his amazing ass (Sorry Alan, but his is even more amazing than yours!). Then I sat down and gobbled up my meal and drank my drink.

By the time I was finished my meal, everyone else had washed up their dishes, put the garbage away and were all standing in several rows. They were doing something like Tai Chi … which baffled me. A nice afternoon nap seemed much more logical than MORE exercise. But they all seemed to be really into it, so I propped myself under a nearby tree and watched them do their thing. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized the leader was talking to them. I couldn’t hear everything he said, but many of the words were blown by a gentle breeze my way. I heard things like “concentrate” and “deeper” and “total relaxation” and “keep going down” and “let yourself go.” I figured it was part of the exercise. Suddenly he looked over and smiled at me and moved a lot closer than he had been before. Now I could hear everything, but of course none of it made sense to me.

“As you listen to my voice, you realize that I only speak the truth. Everything I say is the truth. And as you listen to my voice, you KNOW that every word I say is true. And every one of my words makes you relax more and more and takes you deeper and deeper into a total state of relaxation. As you concentrate on my words you find it harder to hear each word but you mind hears every single one of them. All you have to do is to relax and go deeper and deeper into relaxation. Forgetting about how sore your muscles are … you just need to focus on my words and let yourself drift deeper and deeper until nothing else matters but my words and how deep you can go.” He kept going on and on, and after awhile I just stopped listening to what he was saying. It was kind of boring and repetitive and I was too tired to concentrate. But I watched these men, all in their rows. They had stopped moving and all of their heads were slowly but surely slumping forward, resting on their chests. In a way it was kind of sexy … but I couldn’t tell you why. I felt pretty relaxed myself too.

After I thought about it … all I could think was, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was hypnotizing those guys.” He looked at me again and then walked over, smiling. He asked “So, how are you feeling now ?” I replied “Fine thanks. Don’t I look OK?”

He smiled again and said “It’s just that the last time someone watched this part of the exercise program, they went into a deep state of relaxation … by proxy … as it were. They became very open to suggestions and couldn’t resist any commands I gave them.” I looked at him with confidence and spoke “Really. So you were able to hypnotize them without them knowing it.” He suddenly looked serious “Hypnotize is such a strong word. All of these men have just entered a deep state of relaxation. A state much more powerful than sleep. A state that after they are in it, they get back much more energy and much more strength. That’s how they are able to push themselves so far. Maybe you would like to enter that state of relaxation? Maybe you already have and you just don’t know it.” I looked him straight in the eye “You did not hypnotize me. You did not put me into a deep state of relaxation … as you call it. I’ve been awake the whole time. So don’t worry about me!”

He laughed at that. “I’m not worried about you”, he said. “But I think we should just check to see if my speech had any affect on you at all. I wouldn’t want you to suddenly go into trance while you’re riding down the hill. And I would feel bad if you had fallen under my power and found yourself following my every command, without question, unable to resist any of my suggestions.” This time I smiled. “Go ahead. Command me to do something. You’ll see I have a strong will. And you’ll see I am not as easily influenced as your friends over there!” He was starting to piss me off. As if he could get control over me by just saying a few words. I mean … if he took off all his clothes … I wouldn’t be able to help myself … but he thinks just by saying a few words to these adrenalin junkies and suddenly he’s “THE GREAT MYSTO”. PUL-LEASE!!!!

He looked directly into my eyes. “I prefer to make suggestions … and watch the brain accept them as the truth and then I love to watch the subject follow the suggestions as if they were their own thoughts.” I snickered. “Like that’s going to happen. I hope you didn’t get some degree or something for this. Cuz it ain’t going to happen today.” He looked away. “I actually did study this … I have a degree in psychology. But I also really love sports. And it’s taken me a long time to figure out how to combine the two. These bike trips are a culmination of many years of experimentation. But that’s not important.” He suddenly slapped something on his shoulder and started to scratch. “Damn mosquitoes.” I found it funny that he said that. I hadn’t noticed any mosquitoes at all since getting to the plateau. Maybe they were drawn to his sexy body. I know I would love to bite him all over. He then said “I find when we get up here … you don’t notice the mosquitoes at first, but suddenly they get really bad. How about you ? You’re being eaten alive as we speak, aren’t you ?!” It was strange but I hadn’t noticed any of them biting me but now, after what he said, I could feel he was right. I was getting bitten like crazy. And yet I still couldn’t see a single mosquito. But I could feel them biting everywhere. My legs, my back, my face, my arms, my stomach … from head to toe. I started jumping and running around, trying to get away from them, but they were relentless. I thought I was going to go crazy from the bites and how itchy my whole body was becoming.

Then the leader spoke “Of course when I snap my fingers just once, they all just fly away. Watch!” He snapped his fingers once and suddenly the feeling of being bitten over and over and over again just stopped. And yet I didn’t see any of them leave … I didn’t see the swarm that must have surrounded me depart. But even though they were gone, I was still itchy as hell. I kept scratching every part of my body.

He continued “And when I snap my fingers one more time, the itching goes away as well … with the mosquitoes.” He snapped his fingers and all I felt was relief. He smiled at me and said “It was just as I expected. But I wonder how far I can go.” I didn’t know what he was talking about. But I was more perplexed about something else so I asked “How did you do that ?” He replied “It’s an old family secret. My family has been camping for years and we have many secret things we do.” I looked at him and he had a very strange look on his face. Almost like he knew something I didn’t.

He started to walk around and pulling at his shirt. “So do you think we should find out if you entered a trance without knowing it ?” I said “ I told you I didn’t. To tell you the truth I wasn’t even listening to what you were saying. My mind kept wandering the whole time you were talking. But I didn’t close my eyes and I didn’t fall under your spell. What you were saying was boring and repetitive.” He had a stunned look on his face. “Really ?! That’s odd because I’ve been told I’m a very interesting speaker.” I answered “Well … you do have a very commanding aura about you. But your voice was a little too soothing to keep me interested. As you spoke I felt I was drifting on your words … floating away. That’s not a good sign, is it ? I’d think you’d want to keep everyone’s attention.” He smiled again “Thanks for the advice. I guess I better work on that.” The entire time we had been talking, after the mosquitoes had left … he had continued to walk around, pulling at his shirt constantly. He suddenly removed it. “Wow that feels better. Sorry, but I find that every time we stop here, there isn’t much wind and the air gets kind of stifling. I find that slowly but surely I get hotter and hotter until I just can’t breathe and the only way I can get relief is to remove my shirt. I keep getting hotter and hotter until finally I have to remove my shirt.” I looked at him. “I heard you the first time. But I can’t say I’ve noticed that at all. And thank goodness because I really hate taking my shirt off in public. I just think the world doesn’t need to see what’s underneath.” He looked concerned “Why not ? Do you have a skin condition ?” I looked at him. “No. I have a belly.” He looked back at me “It’s not that bad … 30 to 40 sit-ups every day for a few weeks will fix that up.” His type were all the same. The solution to everything … a little exercise!

I finally replied “I don’t believe in too much exercise and I don’t like showing my hairy pot belly to the world.” He quickly countered “But some of us find hairy stomachs a turn on. Don’t you think mine is sexy. I showed you mine … don’t you want to show me yours.” I didn’t respond. As much as I was aroused by the fact that he was flirting with me … I was finding it hard to breathe. The air was stifling. There was no breeze. Each breath was getting harder and harder. I started pulling my shirt away from my body and it helped a bit. But not enough. What was I going to do ? He asked “Are you alright ? You don’t look so good.” I retorted “I’m fine. I’m just finding it hard to breathe. You would think a plateau like this would always have a nice cool breeze. But nothing.” He looked directly into my eyes. “You know what you have to do to get relief.” But I didn’t really hear what he said. I was concentrating just on trying to getting some air into my lungs. Maybe if I took off my shirt like he had done then it would help. But I never take my shirt off. But I suddenly knew it was the only thing that would help. Without even thinking about it, I whipped off my shirt. And suddenly a nice cool breeze started to blow and I was able to breathe again. The breeze was blowing the trees, the leaves rustling in the wind. But it suddenly struck me … weren’t the leaves moving just like that … before I took off my shirt.

“Well, thank you for feeling so comfortable around me that you were able to take off your shirt. I am really surprised how deep a trance it is. I wonder…” I ignored that last bit as I replied “Well … I figured you’d be the only one to see me as the others seem to have fallen into … as you called it … trance.” He looked at my belly. “Definitely 3 weeks of sit-ups and it will be exactly the way I like it.” My heart skipped a beat. Was he i nterested in me ? Sexually ? A god like him … interested in someone like me ? I was beside myself. I was hardly listening when he said “The final test … just to see how good your imagination is at taking non-verbal suggestions.” What did he mean by that ? I didn’t really care. I was still glowing with the idea of having sex with this god. Maybe I would try doing a few sit-ups … for him.

He suddenly was waving his right index finger in the air. He kept doing it until I started watching it. I was curious what he was going to do with it. But he just keep turning it in the air in large circles and my eyes kept following it … around and around and around. Suddenly he stopped and his fingered motioned for me to come closer. So I did. I was even more curious what was going to happen next. It motioned again and I stepped forward again. It motioned again and I moved into his personal space. It was funny but every time I did what the finger wanted … I felt so good inside.

Now that we were standing so close to each other, he lifted his finger and slowly kissed it. Then just as slowly … but with determination … he touched my cheek with his finger. As strange as it may sound, instead of just feeling like a finger … it felt like he had just kissed me … with his two sexy lips. But I knew he was just using his finger. My mind was very confused. He smiled when he saw the shock that must have been on my face. He lifted his finger once again, and without a single word, he kissed his finger two times. Then he quickly touched both of my cheeks with his finger. I sensed two wet lips on both of my cheeks and I rubbed them to get rid of the wet feeling they had left. But both cheeks were dry. There was nothing there except the strong sensation I always got when I was kissed by a hot man. His lifted his finger one more time and kissed it long and hard. My heart was beating quicker. My dick was hard and pounding. It was the feeling I got just before a big kiss. I hate to admit it but I am one of those men who LOVE to kiss. I find it such a turn on. I have even been able to cum just from being kissed by a good kisser! And here was a great kisser and he wasn’t even using his lips. As he moved his finger slowly towards my lips the excitement in my body grew. But right before his finger and my lips connected he stopped and looked deeply into my eyes. His eyes were asking “Do you want this to happen ?” And my eyes responded with “More than anything else in the world!” As he placed his finger on my lips, my whole body began to tingle. It was the best kiss I had ever gotten in my life and it wasn’t even a real kiss. He finally pulled his hand away and I staggered backwards … my knees weak … unable to support me. All I could say was “ What … how … I don’t understand.”

He smiled once more. “It’s quite simple really. It was all done with the power of suggestion. Contrary to what you seem to believe, as you were listening to me, you too went into a trance like all the rest. But you were able to keep your eyes open … which I have found … in my experience … suggests that you are a very good subject. You respond very well to suggestions and you can go deeply without too much effort or without having to close your eyes.” I looked at him in disbelief. “You’re wrong. I was awake the whole time. OK I zoned out a bit … but I NEVER shut my eyes.”

He grinned … an evil grin. “But your subconscious was definitely listening to everything I said and now it follows my suggestions to the tee and I think will follow my commands to the letter as well.” All I could say was “You’re crazy. I’m leaving!” I started to walk away but he would have none of that. The leader started to yell commands at me. “Stop right where you are. Your legs are frozen in place. You cannot move them. They are becoming solid … stiff … heavy … making any movement impossible.” As strange as it sounds, everything he said was true. My legs were frozen. I couldn’t move them. It suddenly occurred to me that he may be right. I might be under his power after all. I was suddenly very scared. He continued his commands “Now, as I touch your hands they are turning into magnets. Two very strong magnets. Magnets that are very powerfully attracted to each other. The more you try to keep them apart, the stronger the power of the magnets’ attraction becomes.” All I could think was “He’s crazy!” My hands are not magnets. But as soon as he let go of them they started to tingle and I felt them starting to move towards each other. And there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it. I desperately tried to keep them apart, but the harder I tried, the closer they moved to each other. I tried to convince myself “they’re not magnets … they’re hands” but it wasn’t working. I couldn’t feel my fingers any longer. It felt like I had two pieces of metal hanging from the end of each arm. And those two pieces of metal were trying to get together. I kept struggling but it was futile. Slowly but surely they were moving closer and closer together.

He continued “The moment the magnets touch a feeling of relief and utter joy will course through your body. And this feeling will cause you to climax like you’ve never climaxed before. Making that rock hard dick I see in your shorts shoot its load. Total ecstasy … total release. Closer and closer … more and more aroused. Getting ready to shoot your wad the second your hands … the magnets come in contact. Fighting is pointless. Giving in will make the release come sooner. You will shoot the largest load you’ve ever shot before. You will cum until your balls are drained. And you will enjoy it so much, you will strongly desire to do anything I ask of you … or command you to do … because you know I can give you this feeling again. Only I can give you the amazing feeling you are about to experience. It will be as if we’re having sex … and your body will react as if we had been at it for hours. You know you want it. Why resist any longer?

My hands were now just inches apart. My dick was aching. I could feel a load ready to shoot. I could feel my body getting ready for release. And yet I was still a little scared. Turned on … and scared. And then … without warning … it happened. It all happened … just as the leader had predicted. My hands touched and I shot my load and it felt like we had been making love for hours and I shot and I shot and I shot until my body just shuddered in delight. My hands were still stuck together. My legs were like cement. And my bicycle shorts were dripping with cum … and it all felt so good … so right. I knew he had me. He was the leader … and I would do what he said … from now on … because I wanted to have all those feelings again and again and again. “Good job. You’re going to make an amazing Bike Sycophant after all. I will be greatly flattered to have you in my group. And you’ll be one of us sooner than you think.” All I could say was “Anything you want … I always like to play flatter the leader!”

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