It's What You Want (hypno)

When they reached the truck stop, Jamie almost sighed with relief. Despite the fact that the truck driver he had hitched a ride with was friendly and all, Jamie found him too creepy for his tastes. That, and he happened to not be heading to where he needed to be. Not yet, anyway. The large bear of a man who called himself Cale was going to take another two days before heading to Jamie’s hometown, due to a few different stops he had to make. This was obviously not good enough, seeing that Jamie’s girlfriend, Amanda would be leaving town by then, heading back to college. Long distance relationships were a bitch, but hey, he promised he’d do his best, and here he was goddamn doing that.

“Well you can go in there and ask some of my mates if they’re swinging by your place earlier than I am,” Cale said as he turned off the engine. “But if they aren’t, you’re welcome to ride my cab anytime.”

“Thank you,” Jamie said, not really meaning it. The ride here had almost been unbearable. Partially because the cab reeked of Cale’s sweat and God-knew-what else. The man smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in ages.

The other problem was that there were photographs of other men on the dashboard, most of them naked or half-naked. Despite the fact that Jamie had immediately told as soon as he had been asked that he did not swing that way, he couldn’t help but feel like Cale had been eyeing him in a funny way. More times than he would have liked.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was so goddamn desperate, he’d have jumped out at one point and took his chances hitchhiking with someone else.

Well at least that was over, he thought, as he watched the bald man walk away towards the back of the nearby diner. Hopefully to go take a shower. Crossing his fingers, Jamie made his way into the diner, hoping to find someone else going in his direction. There had been at least twelve other vehicles parked outside. Surely someone would be going his way.

When he first came inside, seeing the patrons sitting at the bar counter made him sigh with disdain. Most of them seemed no better than Cale. All of them were large, bearded and hairy men wearing flannel shirts and jeans, reeking even from where Jamie was standing. Still, Jamie thought, hopefully one of them will be going my way, and they can’t all be disgusting old faggots, right?

Much to his disappointment, though, none of them were heading to his town. Not one. One or two of them seemed to eye him from head to toe as though looking at a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. It made him feel uncomfortable. And although the alternative to going back with Cale was to sit here and wait for other people to pass by, he decided that he didn’t want to do that. Not with these guys sitting around the place. Even the bartender seemed a bit iffy. The fact that the whole place seemed to be smothered in cigarette smoke only made things worse.

“Okay, I guess I’ll go back out and wait for Cale,” he thought.

As he was about to back out the door, peering back to see in case he missed anyone, his retreat was halted by a solid wall of muscle.

“Well, kid? Any luck?”

The disgusting scent told him, even before he turned around, that it was Cale.

“Not really,” he sighed with defeat. “I guess I’m stuck with you.”

“Wait,” Cale said. “You haven’t been to the back room yet. It’s a kind of lounge for us truckers. Some of my friends might be in there. I’ll wager one of them might be heading your way. Come on, follow me.”
It wasn’t like he had a choice. Jamie followed after the trucker towards a lone door at the back of the room. He noticed Cale giving a slight nod to his friends, who all seemed to find it funny for some reason. Still Jamie thought nothing of it and followed the man through the door-

Into what appeared to be a rather large bedroom.

Dimly lit and smelling strongly of spilt alcohol and other less savory chemicals, Jamie’s wrinkled his nose with disgust. Despite what Cale had said earlier, there was no one else in the room. There was only a single, well worn bed, a closet, and an armchair facing a television set attached to a VCR. Something was playing on it, but Jamie couldn’t tell from where he was standing. Not that he cared to know what it was anyway.

“Hey, what the hell is going on here?” Jamie demanded.

The only response he got was a punch to his gut that knocked the wind out of him. Jamie had been in a couple of fights before, but never against someone this big, and being caught off guard was another severe disadvantage. Even before he could recover or ask himself why this was happening, Cale had grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over to the armchair, forcing him to sit down and face the television.

“I’m giving you what you want, boy,” Cale replied, strapping him to the chair by the waist and hands. “Well...what I want, really, but pretty soon you won’t be able to tell the difference.”

Unable to turn around, Jamie wasn’t able to see what Cale was taking out from the closet. When he heard the sound of Cale unzipping and taking off his clothes, he found it reason enough to panic.

“You sick faggot! Let me go, or I’ll shout for help!” Jamie threatened.

Cale chuckled at this as though it were the funniest thing in the world. “Go ahead, boy. Them people out there are all friends of mine. All the screaming in the world will do you no good. It’ll only get me a lot more excited.”

“What do you want from me?” Jamie asked.

“Well, smart young guy like you should have been able to guess by now. But that’s for the long run anyway. For now I just need you to stare at the TV screen,” Cale said, his voice drawing close again, now standing above him, behind the chair.

Jamie knew better than to listen, and so he turned away, only to find Cale’s hands forcing him to face the TV. And the moment his eyes fell on the screen, everything was lost. The very thought to close his eyes melted away as soon as he saw the dazzling display of colors on the screen, spiralling away into what seemed to be an infinite depth. The colors filled his vision, and soon, it was all he could see, all he could breathe, like an endless ocean he was drowning in as he vainly tried to make sense of the words the seemed to appear in front of him yet he could not seem to grasp.

As Cale let go of his face, he kept on staring at the screen, his eyes wide and unblinking. Chuckling to himself, the large man knelt went over to Jamie’s side, now stark naked save for the leather straps he was wearing. He leaned in close to Jamie’s left ear and whispered huskily. “Well now, smart college boy. Tried to avoid conversation in my truck just now by listening to your fancy mp3 player, huh? Would have you sucking my cock by now if it weren’t for that. But it doesn’t matter now, does it? Now all you can do is listen, so listen good.”
Jamie didn’t respond. All he could do was listen, after all. Not speak.

“When I remove the straps, you will not run. You will not be able to think of running. You will stand, and undress.
You will not be able to do anything else until I say so.”

Cale then proceeded to take off the straps that bound Jamie to the chair. Almost mechanically, Jamie stood up, proceeding to undress in front of a man who was clearly enjoying the show, stroking himself at the thought of this beautiful young body becoming his object for amusement. So helpless. So pure. ‘Well,’ Cale thought. ‘I’ll mould you into becoming a real man soon enough. Just like me. Well maybe not just like me. You’re going to be my cock whore after all.’

Cale moved behind Jamie, gently caressing the young man’s body softly as he breathed down Jamie’s neck. He gave it one rough lick before sitting back in the chair, his massive tool jutting erect from his thick nest of pubic hair.

“Now, Jamie, when I tell you to sit on my lap, you will sit on my lap. The fact that my cock will be pressing against your virgin hole will not bother you. It will make you happy. You think my cock is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. In fact, you should kiss it now to show how much you love it.”

Jamie turned around to face Cale, a blank look still on his face. When his eyes fell on the large cock, however, you would have been able to see the ghost of a lustful smile on his face, a foreshadow of the person he would soon be turned into. Slowly, he bent down towards it, kissing it on the head where a drop of glistening precum had formed.

“That’s a good boy. Now sit on daddy’s lap.”

Jamie turned around and did as he was told, lying back against the man’s thick mat of chest hair, his naked skin touching the man’s sweaty, firm flesh. As he had been warned, he could feel the man’s cock pressing against his backside. Not quite in yet, but just enough so that he could feel Cale inside him, commanding his attention.

“Now, boy, it’s time for your reeducation. Look at the screen,” Cale ordered.

No resistance this time. Jamie did as he was told. As he did, Cale reached over towards a side table with the hand that was not now fondling the boy’s dick. He picked up a remote and pressed a button, immediately changing the display on the TV screen. The hypnotic colors were now replaced by images of young men like Jamie, all naked or strapped in leather, performing various acts to pleasure larger, older men like Cale. The images sometimes flickered, and would show close up images of cock, or words that appeared too briefly to be read. While it would have appeared to be a simple porn flick to the casual observer, these images and words were memories that would soon be imbued into the helpless Jamie’s brain forever.

“Like what you see, don’t you? You see those boys, sucking cock, and you wish you had one up your throat too. You wish you had a master like them, to tell them what to do, to fuck them so hard they won’t be able to stand. It’s what you want, my boy. It’s what you want.”

Slowly, Jamie’s cock began to harden in Cale’s hands, the expression on his face growing lustful and needy as droplets of sweat began forming on his naked skin.

“You’re addicted to it now, boy. The scent of my sweat, my voice, the feel of my beard on your neck and my skin touching yours. My strong, manly body, so large, so powerful, enveloping, cradling your soft helpless one. A life of being my mindless little slave, begging for my cock every night. Mmm...” Cale licked again at the boy’s neck, drawing a gratified shudder from the boy. “I like the way you taste, boy. I like your scent, your body. But you, you love mine. You can’t live without it. But it’s something you can’t have until we get one little detail out of the way.”

“Wh...what?” the boy asked, sounding desperate. It was the only word he could manage, but it was also a sign that the trance would be wearing off soon. It didn’t matter, Cale thought. The boy would be his before then.

“You, Jamie. I need you to be a blank slate in order to turn you into a perfect slave. You want to be a perfect slave, right? (Jamie nods) But your old life is sorta in the way...” Cale stroked the boy’s hair lovingly with one hand, the other now increasing the intensity of his pumping on the boy’s cock, bringing out gasps and moans from the boy, each one bringing him closer to becoming Cale’s slave.

“So I want you to focus all your thoughts, all your memories, everything that makes you Jamie, the straight, repressed college boy and put it all in your dick. And when I tell you to cum, you will feel all of that flow out of you, gone forever.”

“F...forever?” Jamie’s hazy mind was beginning to see that something was wrong here. Unfortunately, due to the constant feelings of pleasure bombarding his brain due to Cale’s expert ministrations, it could not form any thoughts of resistance.

Nor would it, ever again for that matter.

“Cum now!” Cale roared.

And Jamie did. Splattering his seed all over his thighs and Cale’s hand. Drawing one final moan as 24 years of memories dimmed away, never to return.

“Excellent, boy,” Cale congratulated him. “Only one step left before you become mine completely.” At this, he lifted the boy up from the chair, standing himself up before kissing the boy softly on the cheek.

“You see, now you don’t have an identity. You’re an empty vessel of flesh. You won’t be able to survive out there.

Not unless I give you a new one. So get down on all fours, Jamie, and I will mould you as I see fit. It’s what you want.”

‘It’s what I want.’ Jamie’s mind rationalized with what limited capability it had. And so Jamie did as he was told, presenting his bubble butt for the man whom he had felt repulsed by only about an hour ago.

Cale lowered himself, lubricating his own throbbing cock with Jamie’s cum.

“Daddy’s seed will make you a new man, my boy. The man you’ve always wanted to be.”

And Jamie knew this to be true. As he felt Cale press against the wall of his anal entrance, he thrust himself back to accommodate his master, wincing slightly at the pain.

“Mmm... boy, you’re as tight as I imagined you to be. Ungh! ...Now listen good, boy... as I tell you who you are... Ungh... and as I come inside you... Ungh! My seed will make the changes permanent.”

And so Jamie listened. To every last word uttered to him in between Cale’s slow, lazy thrusts. Each thrust seemed to push Cale’s words deeper and deeper into his soul, until his very existence seemed to center around that wonderful cock buried in his ass. Soon, it would be the only thing he’d ever desire. His life devoted to his master.

As Cale roared at his climax, filling his ass with warm cum, Jamie knew that this was all he would ever want.

Two hours later, Cale came out of the back room with his newest acquisition in tow. The boy was wearing nothing but
a collar and tight leather pants, his hair shaven and his glasses notably missing. Dried cum stained his chin, but he didn’t seem to notice, his eyes seemingly unable to go anywhere else but from his master. The others cheered as they passed, Cale giving them an acknowledging nod as he walked on.

As the two climbed back into Cale’s truck, Cale started the engine and looked over at the boy. When the boy had first came in, there had only been revulsion in the boy’s eyes. Now there was only adoration, replaced only by what appeared to be fear when the boy looked at the pictures on the dashboard.

“Don’t worry, son. I won’t sell you off like the rest of them. I like you enough to want to keep you.”

“Really?” the boy seemed hopeful. Truth was, it felt like the truth now. But Cale tended to get bored of them sooner or later. Not that the boy needed to know that. Maybe it was different this time. There was a look in the boy’s eyes as he sucked his cock that Cale felt made him special. Maybe it would be enough to warrant keeping the boy. Maybe not. Only time would tell.

“Of course,” Cale grinned, stroking the boy’s chin. “I love you, after all.”

“And I love you too, Papa Bear.”

“Oh, I have a confession to make,” Cale said, right before he put the keys in the ignition.

“What is that?”

“I was wrong about passing by your town in two days. I’m actually only getting there next week. But you don’t mind, do you?” Cale asked.

“It’s not like I’m getting off there anyway,” Jamie said. “My home now is wherever you are.”

“If that’s what you want,” Cale said finally. And with that he unzipped his fly. He was still quite spent, but that was alright. “Now put your head down there and breathe in that musk you love so much.”

Gladly, Jamie did.

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