On the Count of Three (mm hypno coll oral)

Synopsis: Rick has his friend Carl hypnotize his jock roommate Bruce.

The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is a coincidence and unintentional.

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"Hold him tight down there! Don't let his arms free! I've got him!"

"Shit! Who the... mmmmmpppphh!!!"

"Keep his mouth covered!"

"I know what I'm doing!"


"That's it, Bruce. Just breathe. You can't help it; you need the oxygen."

"Fuck, I can't keep my grip... He's... "

"Hold on for a few more seconds, man. He's almost out..."

"Yeah, you're right. I think he's losing it."

"Breathe it in, Bruce. Breathe it all in..."


"Don't fight it. You don't need to fight anymore. You can stop now. Yeah, that's good. Drop your arms. Keep breathing. Relax, just relax."


"Holy shit... you got him, Carl?"

"*We* got him, Rick. You can let go of his arms now."

"Jeez, my arms are going to hurt for a week. He's a strong motherfucker, I'll give him that. C'mon, let's bring him to his bed."

"Wait, I'll just switch on the lights so we can see what we're doing."

"Man, I can't believe we did it. Is he going to remember anything, Carl?"

"Not after I'm through with him, Rick. Grab his legs."

"He's heavier than he looks... ooof. Whew, he's pissed drunk."

"Get his feet up on the bed, and start taking off his shoes. I'll take care of his shirt."

"Man, he's got big feet. Do we leave the socks on?"

"Yeah, why not? God, what a chest this guy has. His pecs are so smooth, and they're bigger than I thought. How are you doing with his belt?"

"Almost there, though I'm going to need help pulling his jeans off after I'm done with his zipper."

"Sure, let me lift his butt up a bit... got it? Ok, pull... Hey will you look at that. He's wearing briefs. Are those Calvins?"

"Yup, nothing less. Ok, I'm taking off them off too. Upsy-daisy..."

"Whoa, take a look at that cock. He must have gotten a bit excited when we tackled him."

"Heh, sure looks it. Or maybe he was already horny when he came in. Phew, that was tough. Didn't think it would be so hard getting him undressed."

"Dead weight. With those muscles on him, I'm not surprised."

"Yeah, nice huh? Here, put this on him."

"A baseball cap?"


"Oooh-kay... someone has a weird fetish here, but fine. There. Hey, you're right. It looks good on him."

"It always does. So, when do think he'll wake up?"

"I really don't know. I think I gave him just enough 'juice' to knock him out for at least 10 minutes. You told me he wasn't going to be back here for another two hours, Rick."

"I thought so too. He and Marina left together for the party. Wonder what could have happened."

"Probably struck out tonight."

"Yeah, could explain why he's back so early."

"While we're waiting, maybe you can fill me in a little about Mr. Patterson. What's he like? There's got to be more to him than just a 6'2" 180 lbs. hunk. Having Bruce as a roommate is one fuckin' dream come true."

"Like there's anything I can do about it. He's as straight as they come, and a bit of a cocky asshole to boot. Guess it comes with the territory, being a jock and all. One would think he'd go parading his beautiful body around, but he always keeps his damn clothes on around me. Personally, I don't see anything for him to be shy about. Blame it on him being raised that way. He's nice to me and all, but we don't really talk. Thank God he hasn't suspected how much I've been lusting after his perfect body every night for the past few weeks. And besides, if he ever caught me trying anything funny, I'm done for."

"Hehehe... and now he's all yours for the taking. Hmmm, he's got a good-sized cock there, doesn't he? I'd put it at 7" hard."

"Can't say, this is the first time I've seen it this close."

"Does he jack off at night?"

"I caught him doing it a couple of times when he thought I was asleep. Keeps whispering 'Oh Marina, oh Marina.' And he really takes his time, you know? World record must have been 30 minutes."

"Fuck, no way. He can hold out that long?"

"Swear to God. The man has control."

"Now that's something I'd like to see for myself."

"You know, there's something strange I noticed a while ago. That wasn't just chloroform you used on him, was it?"

"Nope. It's something special I cooked up. It's not only a sedative; it has some hypnotic properties to it as well."

"Hypnotic? What's with the hypno bullshit, Carl? Thought we were going to stick to the simple stuff."

"You didn't think this was just going to be a one night stand, did you, Rick?"

"Uh, well... yeah."

"Look, when you told me that you've always dreamed of having your way with your roommate, I figured that we could set it up that we don't have to have him only for one night. It's not as if he's going to be coming home drunk from a party every night now is he? This way, we can have our beefcake and eat him too. And best of all, he won't have fucking clue what's going to happen to him."

"Are you sure this is going to work? "

"Well, to be honest, I'm not 100% sure, and it really depends on how suggestible he is."

"What do you mean suggestible?"

"You know, whether he's open to being told what to do."

"He probably is. He's on the baseball team, remember? I've seen how hard their coach comes down on them during practice. Doesn't really care about what they think just as long as they do what they're told."

"There we go. Anyway, don't worry too much. I've done this before and on a lot dumber bunch than Bruce here. Look at him, the poor guy never had the chance. It also helped that he was already kinda drunk. God, I have would paid big just to see his face when I slapped that cloth over his mouth. Too bad we had to close the lights so we could take him by surprise."

"Fuck, I'm glad you're around, Carl. I don't think I would have been able to take him down alone. He's a fucking bull."

"Hey look, looks like he's moving. This is it, Rick. Get the poppers ready when I give you the signal. And don't say anything until I tell you it's ok, got it?"

"Got it. But why?"

"Shush, work with me here pal. Now be quiet. He's about to wake up..."

"Uuunnnnh... w-where?"

"You're in your room, Bruce. You're in your bed. You're back home from the party. You're just feeling sleepy and tired, that's all."

"Head... hurts..."

"Sssh... it's okay Bruce... just relax... no need to get up... lie back..."


"Now, now... it doesn't matter... I'm a friend, a very good friend. Someone you trust... put your head down on your pillow... that's it... you're very sleepy and tired..."

"Shlee... py?"

"There you are... see how nice and comfy you are, Bruce?"


"Very good, Bruce, Feels good to listen to my voice, doesn't it? Makes you feel all good inside. Makes the pain go away... See? There's no more pain..."

"Nooo mo... aaah... feez ghoo... fhuuu..."

"That's right, Bruce. You feel so calm, so relaxed. Just let your body sink deeper into your safe, comfortable bed... deeper and deeper... Listening to my voice makes you more relaxed. You like feeling this way, don't you Bruce?"


"Good. Now, Bruce, I want you to listen to me carefully... I'm going to start counting from five to one, and every time I say a number, you're going to get more and more relaxed. Do you understand?"


"That's very good, Bruce. Ok, here I go. Five, your body is becoming heavier and heavier.

"Four, you are finding it more difficult to stay awake.

"Three, deep breaths. That's right Bruce. Deep breaths. Feel the tension leaving your body.

"Two, you're almost there. You want to go all the way. Just one more little push...

"And one. You are asleep."


"Oh my God, Carl. You did it."

"Ssssh... I told you to keep quiet, Rick. This is the crucial part. Ok? Good. Bruce, can you hear me?"

"... Yes..."

"Where are you Bruce?"

"In my room... on my bed..."

"Yes. And where did you come from?"


"Were you with your girlfriend?"


"Where is she now?"

"Dunno... she left."


"She saw me with Cindy..."

"And what were you doing with Cindy, Bruce?"


"Kissing? And what did Marina do when she saw you kissing Cindy?"

"Got pissed, but I told her that bitch Cindy threw herself at me."

"Uh-huh, go on."

"Then she slapped me and ran out."

"Did you go after her?"

"Yeah... but I couldn't find her..."

"Then what happened?"

"I went back to the party to look for Cindy, but she was gone too."

"Why'd you go back?

"She got me so boned up, I figgered she'd want to finish the job, but the slut left me out to dry."

"That's when you decided to get drunk?"

"Fuck, yeahhh..."

"And are you still feeling horny, Bruce? You must be; your dick is getting bigger."

"Shit... been saving myself for a week..."

"A week? God, your balls must be hurting like hell right now, huh? Now, Rick. Give him the poppers now..."

"Ooooooh... fuck..."

"Why aren't you jerking off, Bruce?"

"Can't... Rick is here... might think I'm a pervert..."

"Rick isn't here, Bruce. You're all alone..."


"Yes, you are. You asked Rick if he could give you and Marina some privacy tonight. Don't you remember?"


"Yes, Bruce. That means you have the room all to yourself. You don't have to worry about anyone coming in. Your dick is sooo hard. You usually have Marina to take care of that, don't you?"


"But Marina isn't also here, is she? And you're feeling sooo horny... it's all right. No one's gonna know. Give him another hit, Rick."

"Nnnnnggghh... ooooh... ooooh..."

"Take your cock in your hand, Bruce. That's it. You know you want it. *It* wants it too. Start stroking. Do it slow. There's no need to rush. Yeah, there we go... nice and slow. Feels nice have your dick in your hand. It's getting bigger and bigger... and harder and harder..."

"Uuuunnngh... unnggh..."

"Fuck, Carl, this is fucking amazing. I can't believe how hard I am right now."

"Now do you see what I mean?"

"I never realized it could be *this* hot!"

"Speaking of hot, I'm taking off my shirt. Are you keeping your tank on?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. God, his balls are so big. Can I? Is he going to?"

"Knock yourself out, Rick. He's not going to wake up. Not at this stage, anyway. Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Are you enjoying yourself, Bruce?"

"Ooooh God... uuuuungggh... aaaahh..."

"You have a good technique. I can see how you can keep it so hard for so long."

"Nnngh... yeah, so hard... nnggh..."

"You must be getting close, I'm sure."

"Aaaaah... yea... f-fuck... feelz sooo good."

"Too bad you won't be able to cum until I tell you to."

"Wha...? Unnnnghhh..."

"That's right. No matter how much you keep pounding that prick of yours, you're just going to get closer and closer to the edge. And you can't take your hand of your cock, either. You have to keep jacking it till you've cum."

"Nu-nooooo... nngggghhh..."

"And your skin is now super-sensitive. Every time I touch it makes you want to cum even more. Why don't we give that a try? How does that feel, Brucie?"

"Aaaah... aaah... aaaaaaaahhh!!!"

"And your pecs?"

"Oooooh... sh-shiiiit... aaaahhh..."

"Like that, huh? Bet your abs will too."

"Huh-huh-huh-huh... aaaaaanngghhh... nnnngggh... nnggghhh!"

"Thirty minutes? I don't think you're not going to last thirty seconds. How are you doing with his balls, Rick?"

"Mmmngph... nngh cmmm imm mmma mmmnts!"

"Ooops, sorry. You shouldn't be talking with your mouth full."

"I said, 'I came in my pants!'"

"Fuck, you're kidding!"

"Do I look like I'm kidding? I was rubbing my cock like crazy while I was sucking on his sac. When you told him he couldn't cum, that's when I lost it!"

"Well, I think our baseball batter here is about ready to hit a home run. Aren't you, Bruce?"

"UUUnnnggh... aaaaaannngggh... pl-pliiiizzzz..."

"I'll take it that's a yes. Hehehe... Ok, on the count of three, you will have to biggest, hardest, most powerful orgasm you've had in your whole life. Your entire body is just going to explode. You're going totally let yourself go; no inhibitions, just pure ecstasy."

"Ooohh... yeeaaaah... wannnnaa cuuuummm..."

"And when you're done, you will fall completely asleep. In the morning when you wake up, you will have no memory of what happened to you tonight. You will not remember being ambushed. You will not remember taking off your clothes and jacking off. You won't even know you're naked until Rick points it out to you tomorrow morning. Is that clear?"


"And last, whenever you hear the words 'Beddie-bye, bat-boy', you will be instantly hypnotized and fall into an even deeper trance. Much deeper than the one you're in right now. Repeat the words for me, Bruce."

"B-b-beddie-bye, b-b-bat-booooooy... oooooohhhh... fhuuuuck..."

"Very good, Bruce."

"Oh man, Carl. You mean..."

"Yeah, Rick. By next Friday night, after a few more reinforcement sessions, he's gonna be one unwitting fucktoy for our personal enjoyment anytime, anywhere, anyhow!"

"That is so cool! Shit, will you look at his face? He's going nuts!"

"I told you. Now c'mon, let's get this over with... I'm about to jiz in my jeans too. Are you ready, Bruce? On the count of three..."