Snuffy (mm oral hypno ar)

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT Disclaimer: This story contains elements of gay sex, mind control, and age regression. It is intended for readers above the age of eighteen. Also, if the thought of a guy over 18 having sex in a situation where he is hypnotized to act and believe he is under 18 is offensive to you, please do not read any further.

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.

Copyright © 2002. This story is the property of the author, O'Melissokomos. Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author. All rights reserved.

It was Wednesday morning at Dr. Anderson's clinic and the good doctor was quietly going through the file cabinet of patient records. Usually the clinic was closed on Wednesdays but one of his father's former patients had called previous night requesting for an appointment and he was more than happy to oblige. He had been serving as the town's doctor ever since his father died a few years back, and although he had a promising career as a medical professional in the city, he opted to return to his hometown and carry on the family tradition.

Nonetheless, one of the reasons why he didn't immediately follow in his father's footsteps and had instead gone off to the city was to get a chance to find himself. It was only until he was away from everyone who knew him that he had been able to admit to himself that he was gay and this became a secret that he had kept from everyone, even his father. When he finished his medical studies and earned his degree, Dr. Anderson had every intention of staying in the city and working in one of the major hospitals there, but when he heard his father was dying from a brain tumor, he realized that his self-imposed exile was meaningless. He quit his job right away and went back home to take care of his ailing father who passed away not long after but not before knowing the truth about his son.

The young doctor was wholeheartedly welcomed by the townspeople who were more than happy to have another Anderson take care of them. He was pretty glad too and he loved living back home again, for the most part. Unfortunately, unlike the city where he was free to explore his homosexuality, he was very much aware of the fact that his reputation could be irrevocably ruined if his preference for the "alternative" lifestyle became public knowledge by everyone here. Even though he was very lonely at times, Dr. Anderson resolved that his sacrifice was a small price to pay for the welfare and good health of his hometown.

Dr. Anderson found the folder he was looking for and sat down on his desk to study the contents. The patient's name was Jacky--though he identified himself as "Jack" the night before--and, according to the records, he had stopped going for his yearly check-ups quite some time ago. It was a good thing that there was enough information regarding the boy's family history that gave the doctor a better understanding of his soon-to-be ward. He was about to finish reading the case file when he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Dr. Anderson, are you in?"

"Come on in, the door's open," the doctor answered and a strapping 18-year-old wearing a varsity jacket entered the room. "Good morning, Jack. You're right on time."

"Morning Dr. Anderson. I'm really sorry about the late notice, but I didn't know who else to call. I know I should have done this sooner but school kept getting in the way."

"Don't worry about it, I'm actually flattered you still remember me after all these years. Here, have a seat. If I understand correctly from last night's conversation, you need this physical for your college applications, correct?"

"Yes, sir. The submission date for a lot of them is for next week and I figured with all the tests and everything this is the last chance I got to complete the requirements."

"So let me take a look at that form." Jack handed the doctor a piece of paper that he studied carefully. "Hmmm, nothing looks out of the ordinary. It's basically asking for a full physical check-up. Why don't we get started and head on to the examining table?"

Both of them stood up and walked to the middle of the room. At the doctor's request, Jack took off his jacket and his shirt and placed them right on the table. Dr. Anderson marveled at the boy's smooth and muscular upper body starting with his powerful neck and broad shoulders down to his well-defined abs. What stood out even more was how solid and ripped his pectorals were and how his veined and brawny arms looked like they could shred steel. When Jack turned around, the doctor thought his eyes would bug out when he saw Jack's lats taper to his waist in the classic "V" shape. And to top it off, Jack was quite a looker--his thick eyebrows framed his lustrous blue eyes and his sharp nose just played so well against his slightly pouty lips.

"My, haven't we grown up to be a handsome young man. I'm sure you have a girlfriend."

Jack grinned. "Yeah, Sarah and I been going out for a few months now. In fact, we're planning to go to the same college, that is, if we both get accepted. We've actually qualified to receive full athletic scholarships in a couple of universities."

"Congratulations. It's good to see that you've been taking good care of yourselves," replied the doctor. "If I may ask, what sport are you involved in?"

"Me? Wrestling."

"Really? I'm surprised. I had imagined you to be a swimmer."

"So did I but a couple of my friends goaded me into trying out for the wrestling team. I actually didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did."

"Well, that explains your excellent physique." The doctor started the physical and quickly went through the standard checklist--blood pressure, heart rate, lungs, etc.--all the while making he sure didn't accidentally feel Jack up or anything of that sort. It was a struggle of keeping his hands off of him at the same keeping his hands on him.

"Pants and shoes off," ordered the doctor to which Jack immediately complied. Dr. Anderson furtively stole some glances of Jack's size 12 feet as the shoes came off. He had always had sort of a mini-foot fetish going on and was delighted at any chance to see an athlete's foot (not the fungal kind). Jack stood up from the table to undo his belt. The doctor watched in aching anticipation as the lad slid off his jeans and revealed a pair of dark gray CK boxer briefs. From where he was standing, the doctor could see that Jack was, well, jacked, and sported a huge bulge and a tight behind. Dr. Anderson was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate but he managed to get through the next part of the physical with his dignity intact.

"Next, I'm going to need a blood sample."

"Sure thing, Doc," replied the wrestler readily offering his arm.

"You'd be surprised how many kids your age are still afraid of needles."

"Well, maybe it's because they didn't have you or your dad as their pediatrician."

The doctor smirked at that comment and absentmindedly muttered, "You don't know how true that is."

"Did you say something, Doc?"

"Wha? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking aloud. There, we're done. Take this cotton ball and keep that puncture wound under pressure for a couple minutes, OK?" The doctor sat down to continue filling in the form.

"Hmm, interesting."

"Is there anything else?"

"Well, the requirements do state that you need to undergo a FULL physical examination," said Dr. Anderson giving Jack a knowing look. The teenager uncontrollably blushed.

"Oh, that..."

"I'm sure there's nothing to be embarrassed about, Jack, especially in your case." And the doctor gave Jack another knowing look.

Jack's face became even redder. "Ummm... well, the last time anyone's seen it was when your dad examined me. It feels kinda weird now, you know."

The doctor was amused by the sudden display of modesty from such a confident young man. "Nice to know there some things that haven't changed."

"What do you mean?"

The doctor didn't reply and stayed silent for a moment in deep recollection. "Tell you what," he said after a while. "I'll make this easy on you."

"You're not giving me the 'It's just us guys here' spiel, are you?" Jack hesitantly answered.

"No, it's much simpler than that. I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say."


"Can Mr. Snuffleupagus come out and play?"

"Huh? Who's...Mr. ..." Jack stopped talking and it appeared he was fighting to stay awake. Ultimately, his efforts became futile the moment he closed his eyes and his face blanked out, devoid of any expression. Dr. Anderson studied his young patient who was sitting at the edge of the examining table and waiting for further instructions.

"Jack, can you hear me?"

"Yes, sir," replied Jack in a monotone.

"I want you to speak truthfully, Jack. Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, sir."

"I thought as much. You lost your virginity to Sarah, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you engaged in any sexual activities prior to your relationship with your girlfriend?"

Jack didn't answer as quickly as he did before but eventually he got the words out. "Yes... sir."

"Can you tell me about it?"

Again Jack hesitated. "No...."

"Why not? And please tell me the truth."

"It's... it's because it was... with another guy."

Dr. Anderson's curiosity was seriously piqued and wanted to know more.

"When did this happen?"

"A few years back when my team was on the road."

"Details, please."

"My roommate and I got drunk one night. We were really hot and horny but we couldn't score any girls. That was probably because we were too drunk for them to handle. We ended up giving each other blowjobs back in our room. The next morning, he forgot all about it but I didn't. It hasn't happened again with anyone else."

"Did you enjoy the blowjob?"

"Yes... I did, sir."

"If you enjoyed it, what was wrong with what happened that night with your roommate?"

"Only gays do that. And I'm not gay, sir."

"Hmmm, interesting. Let's try something else. Why were you embarrassed when you knew you had to take off your underwear?"

"I just feel uncomfortable being naked, sir. Especially when there are other guys around."

"Surely you're surrounded by naked men all the time when you are the locker room at school, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you ought to be to be used to being naked."

"No, sir."

"Why? And I want an answer," the doctor said rather forcefully.

"It's because... a couple of times... I got a hard while taking a shower, but luckily no one saw it. I don't want anyone to think I was gay, sir."

Ah, and there was the problem thought Dr. Anderson. While Jack clearly wasn't gay (since he was compelled to speak the truth), he had been harboring some level of homophobia and was feeling confused by his own "homosexual" actions that could easily be attributed to hormonal overdrive. The boy had been basically beating himself up over nothing. Nonetheless, the prevailing notion of the town regarding homosexuality reared its ugly head and convinced the doctor even more how alone he was.

Dr. Anderson pushed his feelings aside and went back to the subject at hand that was Jack's physical. Even at his current hypnotized state, Jack still had some issues regarding his sexuality and the doctor thought of a way to bypass that.

"Jack, I want you to start counting backwards from 18 and at every number, you're going to think you're getting younger. And when I tell you to stop, you'll stop counting. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, here we go. Start."

Jack began his countdown. "18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9."

"Stop, Jack. That's good." The doctor interrupted him and the boy fell silent. Dr. Anderson considered for a moment his next step; he wanted to make sure his subject was indeed in the right frame of mind.

"Hello, 'Jacky'. How have you been?"

Jack blinked his eyes and shook his head as if he had just awoken. He scanned the room and found the doctor standing in front of him.

"Do I know you, mister?" Jack was speaking with a higher voice, or at least he was trying to, and was fidgeting just like a boy his age would.

"No, but you knew my dad. Do you remember Dr. Anderson? He used to take care of you before."

"Yeah. I remember him. Where is he?"

"Oh, he had to go away, but don't you worry about a thing. I'm his son, and you can call me Dr. Anderson too, or 'Doc' if you like."

Jack gave out a big bright smile. "Sure thing, Doc!"

"That's good. That's very good." Dr. Anderson was giddy with excitement. When he was a teenager himself, he accidentally discovered that his father had used hypnotic techniques to place his patients, both young and old, in a relaxed, open-minded state wherein they could be asked (and not coerced) to participate in the examination session. His father usually reserved this for the most stubborn of patients and the young doctor remembered that Jack had been such a case. In an attempt to be relevant to his younger patients, his father drew on characters or images they were familiar with and had them participate in role-playing to remove any tension that would have otherwise caused difficulties. Nevertheless, during the entire time they were under hypnosis, they were pliant to any suggestion or command that his father would instruct them to do.

Now, here was Jack once again being uncooperative and Dr. Anderson had to admit that he was astonished that the code phrase had still worked after all these years but with an interesting twist. He mentally regressed his subject to a point where his mind hadn't been exposed to complicated issues such as sex. As "Jacky", as the teenager used to be called when he was younger, he was free from any such preconceived notions.

"I asked if Mr. Snuffleupagus could come out and play? Do you know where Snuffy is?"

"Hee hee...." Jack was being playful. "I know where he is."

"Really? Can you show me where he's hiding? He's not invisible again, is he?"

"No, he's not. He's right here!" And with that, Jack pulled down his boxers revealing an impressive set of cock and balls. There was also a generous amount of pubic hair in the surrounding area and had the makings of a treasure trail. Dr. Anderson unintentionally let out a gasp at the awesome sight before him but he quickly regained his composure. He knelt down on one knee to have a closer look at "Mr. Snuffleupagus".

"Hello, Snuffy."

Jack laughed, grabbed Snuffy's 6" "trunk" and started talking with it like the way the character did on the television show. "Hello Dr. Anderson."

"And how are you feeling today?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Apparently Mr. Snuffleupagus was a very polite elephant, make that wooly mammoth.

"Is it alright if I do something with your trunk? I need to check if there's anything wrong it."

"I guess so. Will it hurt?"

"No, it won't. I promise. Now, are you ready?"

"OK." Jack moved his hand away from his cock and the doctor pulled down on it and proceeded with the hernia test. Everything checked out fine, but from Jack's records, Dr. Anderson knew that his family had a history of prostate cancer and decided to cover all the bases, just to be safe.

"Jacky, I want you to lie down on the table, bend your legs, and spread them apart."

Dr. Anderson put on some gloves, slipped one of his fingers up Jack's ass to examine the gland and feel for any unusual growth or tenderness.

Jack started giggling. "That tickles." To his credit, Jack remained quiet throughout the rest of the procedure, but then he suddenly made a sound: "Uh-oh."

The doctor became concerned. "What is it, Jacky?"

"Looks like Snuffy has a cold."

Dr. Anderson watched Jack's penis react to the ministrations of his prostate. Although "Jacky" had no sense of sensuality (or sexuality for that matter), Jack's adult body was still susceptible to physical sensations. The doctor was mesmerized at the way Jack's dick slowly grew to an enormous erection. Sure he's seen penises before but never one that had responded to his touch. Before long, Jack's thick cock had stretched to its full 9" length.

"His nose is all stuffy. He needs to blow his trunk."

The doctor spied a bead of precum at the tip of Jack's prick and understood how "Jacky" could have mistaken it for snot. He increased the pressure on the wrestler's prostate and was gratified to see the athlete's breathing becoming more labored in response. He absolutely loved the control he had over this young stud and became so caught up in the heat of the moment he unthinkingly grabbed the lad's dick and started stroking it.

"Let me take care of Snuffy for you, Jacky."

Jack closed his eyes, arched his head back and moaned. In his current state, he was unable to articulate the feelings that were coursing through his body. He was awash with sensations his mind couldn't comprehend and therefore his body instinctively tried to find ways to deal with overwhelming need to ejaculate. He ended up humping Dr. Anderson's hand and was starting to sweat.

"Oh... oh... Mr. Snuffleupagus wants to sneeze! I can feel it!"

Dr. Anderson intensified his strokes and could swear that the boy was trying to keep himself from cumming and prolonging the incredible agony. For a good five minutes, he had the delirious young man writhing on the table and clenching his toes. Suddenly, Jack couldn't hold it back any longer and cried out in a loud voice as his heavy balls contracted and forced its colossal contents out through his turgid cock.

"Aaaah... aaaaah... AAAAAH... AAAH-CHOO!"

Ropes of cum spewed right out of Jack's prick and splattered all over his chest. Every shot was loaded thick juicy semen that oozed down the teen's muscular torso. The sheer force of the ejaculation exhausted the wrestler. Once the doctor had milked out the last remaining drops, he pulled his finger out from the athlete's tight ass and started to clean the cum off Jack's chest with some tissue. As he was doing so, the doctor realized that his cock urgently needed a release of its own. He stared at the beautiful body lying in front of him that fueled his passions and wanted it bad. He knew what he was about to do was wrong but he couldn't help himself any longer. The craving was just too strong to resist.

"Jacky, since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to give you a treat."

"Really? What is it?"

The doctor frantically dropped his pants and whipped out his own obscenely huge throbbing member. In his desperation, he cried out the first thing that popped into his head: "It's a... it's a lollipop!"

"That doesn't look like a lollipop," Jack retorted in disbelief.

"Sure it is, it's a special kind of lollipop. It has a surprise, but you need to come here and get it if you want it."

Jack stared at the "lollipop" and decided that while it certainly didn't look like any lollipop he's seen before he nonetheless wanted to find out if it was any good. After all, what kid can't resist free candy?

The athlete hopped off the table and bent down in front of the doctor. He stuck out his tongue and licked at the tip of the penis before him. His face scrunched up in response to the salty flavor and wanted to stop but the doctor was adamant.

"No Jacky, you like the taste of my lollipop. In fact, you're going to love it!"

Jack looked up and saw an angry face glaring down at him and he gave Dr. Anderson's cock another lick. This time, thanks to the doctor's command, it tasted much better, and before he knew it, he was lapping up copious amounts of precum that kept right on flowing.

"If you want the surprise, you need to suck it like a straw. Kneel down on your knees. See if you can get as much of it in your mouth, and, please, make sure not to use your teeth." Dr. Anderson panted heavily as Jack's mouth wrapped around his cock. The heat and the pressure drove the doctor to new heights of pleasure.

"Oh... fuck... that feels sooo good. That's it, Jacky-boy, don't let any of the juices out. Oh my god. Keep going. Yeah, fuck, yeah. You fucking stud, that's right. You're... one hell of a... cocksucker. Oh Jeeeezus... this is it... here comes the surprise, Jacky-boy... are you ready?"

Dr. Anderson felt his entire body tense up but never more so with his rock-hard cock. He gripped on the examining table for support. Then from his balls he sensed a small trickling sensation. Within seconds, it swelled to a surge of pure unfettered rapture and gushed out of him and into Jack's waiting mouth.

"Here it comes!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Wave after wave of his seed pumped out of his cock. By the time his orgasm died down, his nuts were literally drained. The doctor had never cum so much and so hard before in his life and savored the afterglow as much as he could. His bliss was interrupted by Jack who suddenly spoke up.

"Gee, Doc, that was yummy." The doctor was amazed that Jack had actually been able to drink every last drop.

"That... that was very good, Jacky. Why don't you wait a bit... while I catch my breath."

"Sure thing, Doc." Jack stood up and jumped back on the examining table. At first his eyes just wandered around the room but then when he looked down at his exposed penis, he noticed something odd. "Snuffy still has a cold; there's still some snot left."

"No, he'll be alright. Just wipe it off with a tissue," replied the doctor offering the boy an extra tissue. When Jack was done cleaning Mr. Snuffleupagus's "trunk", Dr. Anderson had relatively recovered from his orgasm, but something about the entire episode had him evaluating his actions. While he knew what had just happened was wrong, he couldn't deny the attraction of having such complete control over another individual much less someone who looked as good as Jack. Now that he's tasted what it felt like to dominate another person, he wondered if he could ever "go back" to how things were. Would he be able to resist the temptation of subjugating another of his patients?

Dr. Anderson looked at the time and saw that it was almost noon. He didn't want to keep Jack in the clinic any longer than he had to; he was sure the boy had made plans for the rest of the afternoon. He gave Jack one last hard look relishing every detail of his nakedness. He then finally said, "Mr. Snuffleupagus has to go home now."


"Jacky, I want you to starting counting from nine, and this time, you will feel yourself returning to normal. Go ahead."

"9, 10, 11..." Jack's voice progressively got deeper at every interval until the doctor stopped him at the number eighteen.

"That's fine, Jack. You can stop now."

Once again Jack's face blanked out and he returned to his trance during which time Dr. Anderson fixed up his trousers and cleared the surrounding area of any evidence of their recent sexual encounter.

"When I count to three, I'm going to snap my fingers and you're going to wake up feeling refreshed but you're not going to remember anything that's happened. As far as you're concerned, you had just finished your physical and that's all there is to it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's very good, Jack. Now, put back your clothes and your shoes and wait for further instructions."

"Yes, sir."

Dr. Anderson sat down and answered the rest of form while Jack dressed himself. When he was done with it, he noticed that the teen had been patiently waiting albeit looking a bit disheveled. He approached the hypnotized hunk and adjusted his jacket and his shirt. As he was adjusting the boy's collar, the doctor couldn't help but gaze at Jack's striking visage and admire every minute detail. He raised his fingers and traced the outline of the lad's inviting lips. This might be his last chance to ever get to do this he thought, and with that, he leant forward and gave Jack a deep, soulful kiss. He then pulled himself away and went back to his desk with a heavy heart.

"OK, I'm going to start counting. At the count of three... One, two, and... three."

Jack snapped out of trance and at first felt a bit disoriented. It took a while for him to regain his bearings; he also wondered why he was fully clothed. "Hey, Doc, are we done?"

"Yes, we are. Here's the form all ready to go. You'll be getting the results from the blood test in a day or two. I'll take care of dropping them off your house when I'm done with them."

Jack gratefully got back the piece of paper and thanked the doctor for everything. "I really appreciate the time you took out for me today, Doc."

"Think nothing of it. It was nice catching up with you." The doctor shook the young man's hand firmly. "So now you're off to college. Will I be seeing you again back here in our little town?"

"Oh, I'll be home this Thanksgiving. Maybe I'll swing by over here and tell you all about my first semester."

"I'd like that, Jack. I'd like that very much." And in truth, Dr. Anderson truly did.

"Well, I gotta go. See you around, Doc. And thanks!"

"Sure thing, Jacky-boy. It was my pleasure. Till we meet again."