A Friend in Need 2 (hypno)
by Touchstone
Standing in front of the entrance to the gym, Warren did a double take on his bizarre decision to come here. It didn’t look like an expensive place, at least not the kind he’d imagined someone with Hank’s money to go too. It looked, seedy, even. And yet here he was, halfway ready to go in. And all because Hank had called him up on a Saturday morning and thought it might be worth them spending some time together before the dinner tomorrow night.
‘But why am I here?’ Warren wondered. After the incident at the office, he’d gone home feeling torn up inside, caught between disgust and happiness at what had happened. In the end, he’d chosen disgust. He was straight, and Hank must have been doing something to him, he decided. How else would he have consented to being jacked off by another man in the middle of his workplace?
And yet here he was. Hank hadn’t even called, really. Just left a message. Every fibre of his being knew that the right decision would have been to say no, even cancel the dinner. Hell maybe even flee across a few state borders. Something just didn’t feel right about that man. He needed to get away from him.
‘Man, I’m being paranoid,’ he thought to himself. What had happened in the office would not happen again. And it wasn’t gay, anyway. Some guys just did that for each other. And maybe Hank was just that... considerate? He wasn’t sure what the word was to describe what had happened, but it would do for now.
The guy at the reception desk seemed to know him immediately. A large, burly man who looked like he could crush a few heads himself with all the weightlifting he must have done throughout his life, he just gestured for him to go on ahead.
“You’re Hank’s guest, right? He’s in the locker room waitin’ on ya.”
Warren took a deep breath and went in, immediately picking out Hank in the otherwise empty locker room. The older man was now dressed in shorts and a gray wife-beater, leaving little to the imagination. He stood up from the bench, a smile on his face as he approached Warren.
“Thought you weren’t going to show,” Hank said.
“I said I was gonna,” Warren answered. ‘Although I’m still not quite sure why.’
“Well like I said, just figured you might enjoy it. It’s a good way to unwind after work. Plus it’s not too crowded on a weekend,” Hank shrugged, gesturing towards the fact that the locker room was pretty much deserted. “Also, I wanted to apologize. Again for yesterday. I’ll understand if you thought that was too weird.”
“...yeah. Don’t think that can happen again,” Warren said wryly. “But hey, I appreciate the intention, I guess. How’s Max?”
“Oh he’s just home watching TV. Invited him to come but he wasn’t up for it,” Hank explained. “So...shall we?”
There were about three other people in the weights room, so that gave Warren some sense of relief. Nothing funny could possibly happen here. Having hadn’t been to the gym in years since college, he had to admit that he was a little bit out of shape, the beginnings of a gut beginning to form after years of doing little more than work and stay in on weekends. Perhaps Hank had a point. This would be a decent thing to do together. Him and Hank could be friends, and things didn’t have to be weird, as long as they didn’t have to touch each other.
The first hour flew by as Hank gave Warren the tour, and Warren got accustomed to straining his body again. Before long both men were sweating profusely, wet patches coloring their gym clothes. It was during that the last rep Warren was doing, lying on the weight bench when he noticed it. When you spend enough time inside a gym you stop noticing it after the first five minutes or so, but as Hank towered just above his head while he was bench pressing, he noticed that the older man had a particular scent about him.
His first thought of course was that it reeked. Feeling that telling it to him outright would be too rude however, he kept it to himself, gritting his teeth as he heard Hank count his fifteenth.
‘People are animals after all. They will drink in every last detail of you if you get close enough. The way you smell... Sometimes even happily married men have to acknowledge it. There’s something about the musk of another stronger, more masculine man that’s just intoxicating. Like it’s the promise of a raw, animalistic power they can’t tap into themselves. Don’t you agree?’
Warren’s eyes narrowed, wishing he hadn’t recalled Hank saying that just a few nights ago.
But he had been joking, he reminded himself. ‘Let’s not be silly. It’s not like I’m going to magically want to suck his cock just because he smells a bit...’
He hadn’t noticed before, but from where he was, you could just about make the outline of Hank’s cock against the fabric of his shorts. It wasn’t like he was tenting an erection, but remembering how it had felt in his hand just yesterday, it didn’t come as a surprise that such an impressive organ wouldn’t need to be erect to be noticed.
The memory of him sniffing at his fingers yesterday came back, and he decided that it was enough. He wasn’t going to do this again. And perhaps it was time to get out of here before things got worse.
‘But if you’re so straight, why are you so scared shitless of this guy?’
“Hey, uh, Hank? I think I’m gonna call it a night,” Warren admitted as he put the weights back.
“Already?” Hank raised an eyebrow. “Well, I guess you gotta ease back into it.”
“Y..yeah. I’ll last longer next time,” Warren promised, knowing full well that he had no intention of coming back. “Listen, you should keep on going without me. I’ll just head on home myself.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t mind heading home a bit earlier,” Hank said. “And hey, why don’t we try out the sauna? It’s a nice way to relax.”
Warren paused. If even being near to the man was hazardous, without clothes...
“Sure.”
Mentally cursing himself, Warren walked out of the room after Hank. If only he was one of those guys who had no hesitations about speaking their minds. One of these days he was going to have to learn to say no to people, but there seemed to be something about Hank that made it particularly difficult.
Thankfully he soon found that it was the kind of sauna where you wore towels in.
Or at least, Hank was wearing one. As they stepped into the damp heat of the small, wood-panelled room, Warren noticed that there was already one other occupier, a man about his age seemingly minding his own business, lost in his own thoughts. He gave a brief nod at Hank- probably knew him, then smiled at him as though he knew this was Warren’s first night here and wanted him to feel welcome.
“So,” Hank said, sitting beside Warren, “Hope tonight wasn’t too weird for you.”
“No, no, not at all,” Warren insisted, although inside he still felt otherwise. He just hoped the next ten, fifteen minutes or so they’d spend in here would pass by in silence. The less Hank talked (or did), the better.
“Max is really looking forward to tomorrow night,” Hank said after a sizeable period of silence. “I think at least part of our issues stem from the fact that he thinks you blame me for, well, him being gay.”
“What?” Warren raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat amused. “That’s ridiculous. I mean, sure, it was weird for me at first, but I don’t... I mean I don’t blame you. Not that there’s any blame to be had. It’s not like you can MAKE someone ga- oh wait, we had this conversation before.”
Hank raised his hands defensively. “Hey, like I said, I was only joking that night. Yeah Max was a bit torn when I first met him, but I’m glad he made up his mind. And I’m glad you don’t hold it against me. I mean I understand if you feel like I took your best friend away from you.”
‘Yeah, you kind of did,’ Warren thought to himself sadly. But here was his chance to make things right. He’d always considered himself a bit homophobic, making the exception eventually when he’d wrapped his head around Max being gay. Perhaps he could extend the courtesy to Hank. He seemed like a decent guy, after all.
‘When his hand isn’t wrapped around my cock,’ he chided himself. Whatever Max felt, he couldn’t risk this, he thought to himself. He wanted his best friend to be happy, and he would be happy to continue hanging out with him, but not Hank.
‘Not Hank, and his arrogant smirk. The way he bosses people around at work. The way he took away my best friend, or the way he seems to have trouble understanding that I don’t feel comfortable with him leaning so close to me like he’s doing now... And definitely not the way he freaking sexually assaulted me in his office yesterday...’
“Uh, Warren,” Hank’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t want to make you panic but...”
Oh. So that was why he was leaning close. He just needed to whisper something.
“That guy over there is checking you out.”
Knowing better to look directly at the only other guy in the room, Warren struggled to keep a straight face.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he mumbled softly. “Wait, did you just bring me to some gay gym?” He didn’t know if such a thing existed, but it should, right? If these guys liked seeing each other wear tight clothes and sweat so much, it made perfect sense.
“It’s...not, not explicitly,” Hank chuckled. “I mean, some of the clientele are. I didn’t arrange this!”
“I didn’t say you did. Maybe we should just get out of here.”
“I have a better idea.”
And then it happened. Before Warren could so much as ask what this ‘better idea’ was, thick fingers found their way to his chin, forcing him to turn towards Hank as the other man finally closed the distance and pressed his lips against his.
While Warren’s first instinct would have been to recoil in horror, maybe even attempt to push the man away, the next thing he knew was Hank’s other hand behind his head, pressing him even harder into the kiss. He opened his mouth, the intention to say ‘No’ and other colourful profanities at the tip of his tongue.
Hank took the opportunity. And something about the way the older man’s tongue tasted and felt, now invading his own mouth made the next few minutes seem to melt into meaninglessness. Suddenly Warren found himself letting it happen, initially because it was as much the easy thing to do as it had been easy to just agree with everything Hank had proposed so far. But soon he found himself, beyond all explanation, reciprocating, his own hands suddenly on that firm, hairy chest again the same as the day before.
‘Not Hank and the way his mouth tastes like cigarettes, or the way he smells , or his hot breath on my face, or the way his chest hair feels in my fingers, or his deep, powerful voice...’
And then, just as abruptly as it began, the kiss ended. Both men panting, they stared at each other in silence, Warren in particular slowly recollecting himself.
‘Holy shit. Did I just?’
“What. The. Fuck?” he gasped in between breaths.
“Sorry,” Hank said as though he’d merely tripped and accidentally kissed him.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time. And look, I guess it worked.”
“What are you talking abo-
Warren’s sentence ended when he saw where Hank was pointing. The guy who had supposedly been checking him out wasn’t there anymore.
“You’re telling me you kissed me just so that he would go away?” Warren exclaimed.
“It worked. He figured you were with me. Same way you stopped getting free drinks at the bar the other night when people saw me sitting with you. Some guys know better than to step into someone else’s territory,” Hank grinned.
“But I’m not your territory,” Warren protested.
“You could be,” Hank stated plainly, putting a hand on his lap which Warren quickly batted aside.
“This isn’t funny,” Warren hissed, his eyes narrowing.
“Hey, look, it ain’t gay. It was just to spare you someone else’s inappropriate advances,” Hank reasoned.
Warren stood up to leave, deciding he’d had enough.
And then suddenly, a hand grasped his, tugging him back.
Stumbling backwards, Warren suddenly found himself pressed against the wall, Hank standing in front of him with both his hands on the wall beside his face, the same as yesterday.
“Look, just relax,” Hank whispered softly. “I’m sorry if I pushed your boundaries again. But more importantly you look like you’ve got some issues with me that I think you should just spit out now.”
“I... I...”
‘Say it. You want him to step aside and let you leave.’
He took a deep breath, smelling nothing but Hank’s breath, Hank’s sweat. His eyes met the older man’s, and his resolve faltered. What WAS he doing to him? Why did he feel so goddamn vulnerable? And more importantly, why was it getting harder and harder to find that feeling all wrong?
His eyes travelled downward, along Hank’s powerful chest, and further downward where it suddenly became apparent that it the sudden movement Hank had made to pin him to the wall, his towel had slipped clean off.
The man was now standing in front of him in all his naked, masculine glory.
“Y...you’re doing something to me,” Warren whispered feebly.
“What’s that?”
“Ever since, since that night in the bar, I’ve been... I’ve been dreaming about you.” It was like hearing someone else speak. Hadn’t he promised himself he wouldn’t say it out loud? “It’s wrong, and it’s disgusting, and you’re doing something to me and it stops now.”
The amused look on Hank’s face in response to his admission made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
“Look boy, I said I was just messing with you that night. Didn’t think it would affect you THAT much,” Hank chuckled. “But if you’re having doubts-
“I’m not having doubts!” Warren protested almost too quickly.
“Then there’s only one thing to do,” Hank continued. “Get it out of your system.”
“What?”
“What happens in this sauna stays in the sauna,” Hank grinned, tracing a circle with his finger around Warren’s left nipple. The soft growl coming from the man’s throat made Warren shiver slightly. “It doesn’t have to be gay if you’re... experimenting.”
“No, Hank, just no,” Warren mumbled weakly with a lot less conviction than he though he should have. “This.. this is crazy...”
Then that delicious, teasing hand reached his chin, cupping it firmly so that he was looking straight into Hank’s eyes.
“Relax, boy,” Hank whispered softly. “Just relax, you can trust me...”
‘Once you have him in your eyes, if your will is strong enough, the other man will know it. It’s not exactly a tangible thing, but people can sense power. People can sense when they’re in the presence of someone stronger than them...’
“I...”
“It’s just to get it off your mind. And you have a lot on your mind already, don’t you?” The other hand had somehow slipped round his back, pulling him in closer to the man. “What with work, and your girlfriend, your friendship with Max... why don’t you just let me help you get your mind off these doubts you’ve been having?”
“They’re not d- mmmh!
Silenced with yet another kiss, the first muffled sounds coming from Warren as he was held fast to Hank’s hard, wet body were sounds of protest, his hands reaching weakly for the larger man’s shoulder’s in a feeble attempt to push him off. As that tongue once again reached into his mouth, that familiar taste once again assaulting his senses, Warren’s eyelids fluttered somewhat as his knees buckled. It wasn’t long before he was helpless, his moans now sounding more appreciative of Hank’s ministrations.
Warren felt like he was melting. Never been this up and close with another man before, the first thing he had to admit was that it was nothing like kissing a girl. Hank’s lips were a bit dry, his tongue more forceful and clearly dictating the pace things were going instead of soft and yielding. The gentle friction of the other man’s beard on his chin was another thing. It wasn’t a bad thing. Just different. For once it felt like he didn’t have to do anything apart from let it happen, and he did, all thoughts about right and wrong temporarily pushed from his mind.
It was like a switch had been flipped in his brain. All the protests he’d made just seemed so silly now. Hank knew what he was doing, he thought. This wasn’t gay. It just felt... good.
When the kiss ended, Warren felt suddenly empty, a hunger in him he’d never known suddenly awakened.
“Well boy? Do you trust me?”
To say that it was Hank’s eyes that were hypnotic would have been an understatement. It was as though everything about the man’s presence demanded worship, inspired trust and total subservience.
“Y...yes...” Warren sighed softly, his eyes looking slightly glazed.
“Tell me then boy, you said you’ve been having dreams about me? What do you dream about?” Hank asked, his tone gentle and not condescending.
“I...” Warren hesitated for a brief second. Then the hand stroking his ass gave it a gentle squeeze, causing him to gasp. “I... I dreamt about lying beneath you. And.. and.. and your cock.”
Hank let out a soft chuckle. “Would you like to see it up close?”
“N.. no, I mean, I’m straight...”
“Doesn’t make you gay, just looking closer. Men check each other out all the time,” Hank said confidently, leading them both back towards the wooden seats.
“D..do they?” Warren asked, his voice uncertain and shaky.
The answer was a gentle push on his shoulders, slowly guiding him down onto his knees, his towel slipping off as Hank sat back, spreading his thighs slightly so that he could get a better look.
“Closer, boy.”
Obeying the older man seemed to be getting gradually easier and easier. As though half-asleep, he slowly allowed himself to lean forward, the main focus of his dreams now staring right back at him, erect and proud.
“Look at that, boy,” Hank’s voice rumbled softly. “Even straight guys have to admit it, there’s something about another man’s cock that’s just goddamn beautiful to look at. It’s the center of a man’s power, after all. It draws people in, demands obedience, demands respect.”
“Respect...” Warren parroted sleepily. It WAS beautiful. He took in every last detail of it, the image burned into his mind decidedly better than the one haunting his dreams. His eyes followed it from its base, taking in every engorged vein, every soft throb, up to the single drop of precum oozing from the head.
“Closer, boy.”
His nose was almost touching the head of Hank’s cock now, and the scent of male musk now so overwhelming that just breathing it seemed to make his own cock throb. Just everything about Hank’s cock seemed to radiate power. Power he would never know. Power he needed to respect, and obey.
“How are you liking it so far, boy?” Hank asked.
There was no answer beyond a soft murmur of agreement, Warren’s expression now looking more lost and confused than he’d ever been.
“Warren?”
Again, no answer, the man now just breathing deeply and staring transfixed at the display before him.
“It just occurred to me, Max had the same expression on his face when I took him this far,” Hank mused. “He was as straight as they came too. I just lucked out by bumping into him the night he broke up with that last girlfriend of his. Vulnerable people fall easier. I had him that very same night.”
Gently stroking Warren’s head, Hank continued. “So maybe I wasn’t making that stuff up the other night at the bar. As far back as I can remember, I seem to have this effect on other men. I can’t name it, but goddamn if I’m not going to take advantage of it. People seem to have an easy time agreeing with what I have to tell them, sometimes going far enough to agree with what I’m doing to them. And that’s how far you are now, arent’cha boy?”
Warren gave a soft ‘mmh’ as that hand gently stroked his chin.
“Give in to it boy, give in to Hank. He’ll take care of you.”
The older man’s lips broke into a proud smile as Warren almost nuzzled back into his hand. Slowly, he guided him closer until his face was buried in the older man’s groin, the thick forest of graying pubic hair tickling his nose.
“Breathe in, boy. Breathe in and go deeper.”
Warren complied, sighing as the potent aroma of masculinity made his mouth water.
“Thaaat’s it, boy. Thaaat’s it. Makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Makes you feel safe, and warm. You’re going to go home feeling like this, boy, and from now on you’ll always feel this good when you’re around me.”
Receiving no protests, Hank decided that it was time for the main event. Moving Warren’s head back slightly, he used his other hand to guide his cock towards Warren’s lips, rubbing at them softly, teasingly.
“Relax your jaw, boy,” Hank whispered.
Warren complied, and without much pressure those lips yielded to the hard piece of flesh demanding entry, moaning slightly as the salty sweet taste of precum touched his tongue.
“Thaaaat’s a good boy. Take your time to adjust,” Hank continued as Warren gagged slightly.
“I’m doing this for you, you know that right? You’re just experimenting, after all. After this you won’t be curious anymore, and you can be free to be as straight as you want,” Hank encouraged, adding in a softer tone, “Although if you developed a taste for this, then that’s not a bad thing either, eh?”
Hank began encouraging him to move his head, slowly bobbing up and down as the pole of flesh went in and out past his lips, each time encountering less and less resistance, each time met with slightly more vigor on Warren’s part as his attempts to please his new best friend grew more and more sincere.
“Yes, you seem to love it,” Hank said sagely. “You love having another man’s cock rubbing against the back of your throat. What better way is there to show how much you appreciate your friends? You should have done this for Max years ago.”
Unable to do anything else, Warren’s fogged up mind agreed as that cock started to throb deliciously on his tongue.
“This isn’t gay at all. You’re not gay. You’re as straight as they come, boy. You’re my straight boy. Just like Max was. It should make you proud. Being straight but not being too tight assed about showing another man how much you appreciate his body, his cock.”
Warren’s chest swelled with pride. Yes, there was nothing gay about this! He was straight, but he was also a good friend. A good, loyal, obedient friend who was just now discovering how much he loved sucking cock. Setting to his task with newfound determination, he began to hungrily gulp and lick and slobber all over Hank’s cock, his hands now unconsciously pumping at his own dick in time with his head.
“That’s right boy...mmmh... good...mmmh... yeah...”
And then, just as Warren was going to get completely lost in mindless bliss, suddenly he found his head being lifted clear off, his mouth suddenly tragically empty. He opened his mouth to whimper a protest when all of a sudden, it happened.
Hank came with a growl, shouting as each jet of sticky, hot cum landed on Warren’s face. The first hit his forehead, dripping down over his left eye while the others landed on his cheeks and nose, each one seemingly hotter than the first. All Warren could smell now was Hank, the scent of cum mixed with sweat hanging about his head like a persistent cloud. It was enough to drive him over the edge, and with a soft gasp, he came into his own hand, shuddering as he put his head down on Hank’s thigh.
They stayed that way for a while, neither seeming more inclined to move than the other. Despite the fact that he was on his knees, his face painted with another man’s cum, Warren seemed content, the effect the heat of the room was beginning to have on his skin completely ignored.
The moment had to end eventually, but neither of them said a thing. Wordlessly heading into the showers before getting dressed and heading out into the parking lot together.
Still feeling like the events that had just transpired were a dream, Warren walked silently behind Hank until they had to separate to go to their respective cars.
“Why...” Warren finally mustered up the strength to ask.
“Because you’re straight,” Hank grinned, patting him on the back. “I wouldn’t do that to you. But at least now you know what it’s like. You can go back to dreaming about Emma again.”
And with that, Hank walked off. “See you for dinner tomorrow night!” he called out without looking back.
“Yeah...” Warren mumbled softly. “See you then.”