The Wallet (hypno)
by Touchstone
Darren’s heart fell the moment he saw the large man approaching his seat smile at him. He had been hoping that the seat beside him on the bus would be vacant all the way till his destination. Not because had occupied it with his backpack- which could easily have been put in the compartment above his head, it was more because Darren generally preferred sitting alone on long bus rides. No need for idle chit chat. No need to wrestle for the armrest. More time alone with your thoughts.
“I’m sorry, but I booked this seat, would you mind if I put your bag up here so I can sit down?” the man asked.
Darren just gave him a simple nod of reply. The man did as he said he would, adding his own duffel bag to the compartment before settling down in the seat beside Darren, a warm smile on his face. Darren smiled back, if only out of obligation. Though keeping that smile on for the rest of the trip was going to be a different matter. It wasn’t the way the guy looked. He looked harmless enough- a man in his early forties with brown hair and a thick goatee, with a large, muscular body hidden under a red flannel shirt. He was large enough that Darren had to instinctively move his hand away from the armrest so that the man could have it. That was the first issue.
The second was that the man smelled like he had just come back from the gym. Darren wasn’t sure if the strong musk that had invaded his personal space as soon as the man had sat down had reached anyone else in the bus, but it was enough to make him more than a little uncomfortable, seeing how he was in closest proximity to the source. Indeed, judging by the wet marks on the man’s shirt and the beads of sweat now clearly gathered on the man’s forehead, it looked like the man had recently been running.
“I’m lucky I made it here in time,” the man said out loud, almost as though he had been reading Darren’s thoughts. “I had to make a run for it. If I were any later I’d-
The bus started to move, finishing the man’s sentence for him. Darren glimpsed out the window to give one last glance at his two friends who had come to send him off. He waved at them as the bus pulled out of the station, and then continued to wishing that the man would’ve stumbled or tripped over something while he was running here.
“So what’s your name, boy?”
Not a good way to open the conversation, assuming there had to be one, Darren thought bitterly. “Darren,” he replied. “And I would appreciate if you don’t call me ‘boy’.” He felt that he was old enough to warrant being called by his name now, no matter how old this guy was. Darren was 24 years old, and studying engineering at university.
“Oh, I’m sorry ‘bout that. My name is Sean, by the way. Pleased to meetcha.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Darren said sarcastically. Without trying to make it look too obvious, Darren started glancing around the rest of the bus for other double empty seats so that he could switch at the next rest stop. He saw one about two rows in front of him, and sighed with relief. Only about two hours of enduring this, and then he’d have his own private space again.
“So what puts you on this bus?” the man asked.
“Summer break is almost over. My university is in Denver. I’m making a few stops on the way there just for the sake of travelling. I’ll spend a night or two at a hotel near where this bus stops, then move on to the next city.” Darren fished inside his pockets for his mp3 player as he spoke. Once he turned it on and started playing it, hopefully the man would leave him alone.
“Oh, you’re a university student!” the man grinned enthusiastically. “What course are you taking?”
“Mechanical engineering,” Darren answered simply, fitting the earphones into his ears. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m quite tired and need to get some rest. Wake me up when we get to the next rest stop, please?”
“Sure thing,” the man replied, not looking the least bit offended that Darren was brushing off his attempt at a conversation. In fact- he looked suspiciously excited for some reason. Not wanting to dwell too much on it, Darren turned on the power and laid back in his seat. Closing his eyes, he willed for the music flooding his ears to distract him long enough from that smell so that he could get some sleep...
“You can get up now.”
By the time Darren opened his eyes, he quickly realized that the scent was now stronger than when he had fallen asleep.
The second thing that he noticed made him recoil instantly.
“Oh my God! I’m sorry!”
He had been leaning against Sean’s shoulder. How the hell had that happened?
Sean yawned, apparently having just woke up himself. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t notice. Was asleep myself. Now let’s go before the bus starts to move again.”
Darren allowed Sean to get off his seat first before he followed suit, getting off with a few other passengers and making their way to the restroom. Darren moved in a hurry- partially to get there before the other passengers did, partially so he could get back quickly and move his backpack to the other seat without having to confront Sean.
Standing in front of the urinal, having just unzipped his fly, Darren suddenly found a familiar scent returning to his nostrils, defeating even the unpleasant stench of the poorly kept restroom. Glancing over to his right, he saw Sean at the other urinal, whistling a tune that Darren found familiar for some reason. Without realizing it, Darren found his gaze slowly turning downwards- barely catching a glimpse of it before Sean pulled it back in and zipped up. Darren did the same and stepped back.
“Come on then, Darren. Let’s go back to the bus,” Sean said, apparently not having noticed where Darren had been looking. Darren followed after him wordlessly, his mind muddled enough trying to figure out why he had tried to look at the older man’s cock.
‘Even if I DID swing that way, which I SO don’t, he’s not even the least bit attractive. That scent only makes things worse!’
Back in the bus, Darren sat back at his original seating, beside Sean. As he took out his mp3 player again, he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.
“You can go back to sleep if you want,” Sean told him.
‘It’s not like I need your permission,’ Darren thought bitterly as he put on his earphones again and laid back. Drifting off to sleep, he didn’t notice that the mp3 player he had just turned on- the one he’d took out from his pockets when they’d arrived at the rest stop- wasn’t the same as the one he’d had when he’d fallen asleep at the start of the journey. The second thing that he didn’t notice was that the tune playing repeatedly was the same as the tune Sean had been whistling in the restroom earlier.
“Wake up boy, we’re there.”
Darren opened his eyes and lifted his head off from Sean’s shoulder. Taking his hand off Sean’s lap (the armrest having been raised up) he stretched and yawned, standing up after Sean had gotten up and taken his own duffel bag. Taking back his own backpack and keeping away his mp3 player, his got off the bus into the crowded station. Walking along with Sean and some of the other passengers towards the taxi stands.
“Well, it was nice getting to know you, boy,” Sean said.
“You too, Sean,” Darren replied, smiling back. It was a shame that the bus ride hadn’t been any longer. There was something about the man’s friendliness that made Darren wish he had time to get to know the man better.
Just as they approached the first taxi, Darren instinctively reached into his pockets- and his heart nearly stopped.
“What’s wrong, boy?” Sean asked, seeing the look on Darren’s face.
“My wallet- it’s gone!”
“Don’t panic, we might still be able to find it. Maybe you dropped it on your way here.”
Sean was kind enough to help Darren backtrack and look for the wallet, though the search yielded no results.
Needless to say, Darren was more than a little distressed. There had been a lot of money in that wallet, as well as his ID and credit cards.
“What am I gonna do now?” he sighed, burying his face in his hands as he sat down on the waiting bench. Sean sat down beside him and gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder.
“You could stay at my place tonight,” Sean said. “There’s a phone there which you can use to call your parents. Maybe they can send someone out here to pick you up and bring you home.”
“Thank you, Sean,” Darren said gratefully. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t met you.”
“Don’t worry about it, boy,” Sean laughed, patting him on the back once more before standing up.
Sean lived at the outskirts of the city. It was an area full of apartments which looked surprisingly well established. Walking up the stairs behind Sean, Darren found himself whistling the same tune as Sean as they went up. He walked just close enough behind Sean so that he could pick up that odor, his eyes admiring how well built Sean looked.
The answer to how Sean kept himself looking that way was right there as he opened the front door. The living room had been converted into a gym of sorts. Dumbells. Weights. Sit-up mats. A punching bag in a corner. It had just about everything. The kitchen shared the same space as the gym, separated by a small counter at the corner.
As Sean showed him the guest room, Darren found himself sitting back on the bed immediately, feeling rather tired. His shirt was drenched in sweat, and he was still catching his breath. He hadn’t been too happy when Sean had told him the elevator was under maintenance, and his place was on the top floor, but at least it gave him more time to admire Sean from behind. He realized that there was nothing to worry about just because he was checking out Sean’s form. It didn’t mean he was gay or anything. He just admired it in a way that he wished he could be more like Sean. First thing he would do, he decided, when he got back to the university was to apply for membership at the gym.
“I’m afraid there’s only one bathroom, and the shower is damaged. Plumber should be coming around tomorrow, though so you should be able to shower then,” Sean explained.
“Don’t worry about it,” Darren replied. He was much too sleepy to worry about showering now. “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”
“No problem, boy,” Sean said. “You have a good rest and we’ll call your folks in the morning.”
As Sean left the room, Darren had to wonder how the thought of calling home had completely slipped his mind when until Sean had brought it up. Feeling too lazy to change into his pyjamas, Darren fell asleep in the same t-shirt and jeans he had been wearing on the bus.
Darren woke up the next morning feeling happy. He couldn’t remember exactly what he’d dreamt about in his sleep, but something told him that it was a good dream. Yawning and stretching, he got up and went out into the living room/gym.
“Good morning, boy.”
Darren found himself grinning stupidly at the sight in front of him. Sean was doing bench-presses, wearing nothing but a sweat-drenched wife beater and gym shorts. The man stopped as Darren approached, getting off and wiping his face with a towel. That scent was even stronger now than it ever was on the bus. But Darren didn’t find it discomforting anymore.
“Do you workout every morning?” Darren asked casually.
“All day if I have the day off,” Sean answered honestly. “Do you ever workout?”
“Nope. Though I certainly am interested to try,” Darren replied with equal honesty.
“Well that’s good! A young, healthy boy like you should do all he can to stay fit, after all. I was going to make us a heavy breakfast, but if you’d like to try out some of the equipment, we should do that first and eat our hearts out afterwards.”
And so it was that Sean gave him the grand tour of the gym, showing him how every piece of equipment worked, and which part of the body each was meant to shape. Darren decided to try bench-pressing first, seeing as it was the equipment on which Sean’s musk was still the strongest. Taking off his t-shirt, revealing a sweat drenched undershirt, Darren laid back and started pumping iron with Sean spotting for him. Darren found it hard to focus, what with his eyes keeping on going back towards Sean’s package and the odor now increasingly powerful, but with a lot of effort, he managed to reach ten reps, though it did feel like his arms were going to fall off.
They had a hearty breakfast together before they continued working out. And so it progressed for the rest of the day with Sean spotting for Darren on all the equipment, stopping only for food or short timeouts, during which they spent the time chatting with each other.
“Goodnight, Sean,” Darren said that night, going back to his room.
“Goodnight, boy. We can call your folks tomorrow.”
Odd how that had slipped his mind again. Not even thinking of showering (nor did it occur to him that no plumber had turned up at all today), Darren took off his jeans, falling asleep only in his undershirt and boxers.
He woke up the next morning again feeling warm and content. This time he distinctly remembered dreaming of working out. He hadn’t thought he’d enjoy it so much. In his dream, Sean had been there spotting for him. And that scent had been there too- powerful as always.
“Good morning, sir,” Darren said as he walked into the gym, finding Sean doing bench-presses again, this time he was dressed only in his shorts- his well sculpted chest glistening in sweat and on display for the world to see.
“Good morning, boy. I’m just about done. Want to take your turn?”
Darren didn’t hesitate. For some reason, he instinctively took off his undershirt, getting on the bench with only his boxers on. Again as the day before, while Sean counted, Darren found his eyes straying back towards Sean’s package. The boxers Darren was wearing did little to hide the erection which his jeans had failed to hide yesterday. Yet somehow Darren found all this insignificant. All that mattered was that heavenly scent that flooded his nostrils.
“We’re having something special for breakfast today, boy,” Sean said at the end of the first hour.
“Are we eating out?” Darren asked.
“You could say that,” Sean said as he walked away, towards the kitchen counter. Darren sat up and watched as he went, his cock so hard now that he felt like running to the shower and jacking off at that very instant.
Sean picked up an item on the kitchen counter that immediately grabbed Darren’s attention.
“Hey!” Darren gasped. “That’s my wallet!”
All too suddenly, Darren felt as though his world had been turned upside down. He had trusted this person so much, had let himself get close so much that he almost looked up to the man as a sort of mentor, and now this. And yet for some reason, he found that he couldn’t get angry at this man. He felt betrayed, but it was like another feeling was smothering that, distracting him.
Sean started whistling that same tune as he did on the bus. Darren stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glazing over as the tune wrapped around his brain, dampening any thoughts altogether. By the time Sean had stopped whistling, Darren was swaying back and forth where he stood, a peaceful expression on his face.
“Boy, can you hear me?” Sean asked in a loud, commanding voice.
“Yes...” Darren managed to slur in response.
“I need you to forget something else today. You’ve been a very good boy so far, letting me decide for you what you need to remember and what you’re better off forgetting.”
“Thank you, sir,” Darren replied.
“I need you to forget your name. When I wake you up, you will be able to remember everything else, but not your name. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then awake.”
The boy blinked, and found himself back in the room. Sean was standing at the exact same spot, holding his wallet. But that wasn’t his main concern. The boy remembered now, everything that had happened on the bus and during his workout sessions yesterday. This man had hypnotized him, and trapped him here. He had to escape!
“Give me back my wallet, Sean,” the boy said, trying his best to sound threatening.
“What would you do with it?” Sean asked.
“I’m hopping on the first bus out of town. No, wait, I’m getting on a flight straight back to Denver. I don’t want to risk running into more people like you. I don’t know what you planned to do to me, but I won’t let it happen. I have a whole life to return to!” the boy shouted.
“Ah yes, about that. If you want your wallet back, you’re going to have to answer one question first,” Sean said.
“I’m not going to play any of your games-
“What is your name?” Sean interrupted, his louder voice cutting the boy off.
“What kind of stupid question is that?” the boy asked. “My name is-
And then the boy froze, a look of fear appearing on his face. Try as hard as he could, he couldn’t get that word to appear. It was like his mind had betrayed him, shutting him out from his own memories.
“You can’t leave without a name, boy,” Sean said. “But I’ll cut you a deal. If you can retrieve this wallet and open it, your ID is in it. You’ll learn your name, and then you can go free.”
“What’s the catch?”
“If you choose for whatever reason not to open that wallet, you will give yourself to me. Mind, body, and soul.”
What other choice was there? If he had to, the boy decided that he would murder this man to get that wallet. His freedom was at stake after all. Just as he started to contemplate how to get the wallet from the man’s hands- the unthinkable happened.
The man dropped the wallet on to the floor.
Without thinking, the boy dove for it. Catching it as though it would have shattered upon reaching the floor. With freedom just one second away, it was then that Sean pulled out his trump card.
Down on his knees in front of the man, even with his wallet in his hands, there was another thing that smothered his senses, pulling his attention away. As he looked up, he saw it and it was like the whole world fell away around him. Staring straight into his face, was the man’s huge cock.
He took a deep breath. It was that same rich scent. This time more powerful than ever before. The man offered help by lowering his member, rubbing it against his nostrils, his hands gently patting the boy’s head as the boy swooned in ecstasy.
“Choose, boy. And know that whichever choice that you make, you can never go back.”
The boy dropped the wallet without even taking a moment to think. How could he, seeing that that scent made it hard for him to even form basic thoughts? As he took the man’s member into his mouth, more memories came flooding back. It belonged there- in him. In both of the last two nights, this powerful, muscular god had visited him in his sleep and put it in his mouth. Both nights, the boy had suckled on it, listening as the man spoke words that had begun to change him. Both nights, the man had not rewarded him with his essence. He would only be worthy of it when the final changes took place.
Abandoning all restraint, he sucked on it now like his very life depended on it, all inhibitions gone. He grasped the man’s thighs firmly as he sucked, loving the warm, tender caresses the man gave him as he worshiped. He listened as the man spoke. Every sentence hammered into his brain, taking the place of memories that used to belong to a person who was ceasing to exist.
Just as the boy had started quickening the pace, the man suddenly stopped him, pushing his head back.
“Once you swallow my seed boy, your mind will forever be transformed. Your will forever mine to keep and mold as I see fit. Do you want this to happen?”
The boy answered by continuing his sucking, with even more intensity this time. His tongue savored the feel of man’s skin, his chin loving the brush of the man’s pubic hair, his nose worshipping its scent. The man started thrusting along with him, matching his rhythm. Each powerful thrust bringing the boy closer and closer to rebirth.
“HERE. IT. COMES!”
And the man bucked his cock deeper into the boy’s mouth, bathing it with powerful jets of seed which the boy swallowed greedily. The boy pulled back slightly so that he could catch some of it on his tongue instead of having it all going down his throat. The divine taste made him see Nirvana- it was the only sensation thus far that could defeat the power of the man’s musk. And as the seed flooded his mouth, trickling down his chin, the boy knew that he was forever marked, forever changed.
As the man pulled out of the boy’s mouth, he helped the boy up to his feet and led him to the center of the room. With one finger, he swiped a drop of come from the boy’s chin and wiped it on the boy’s forehead, as though baptising him into his new life. “Your name,” he said. “Is Trevor.”
“Trevor,” the boy repeated, tasting the word on the tip of his tongue. He liked it.
“You’re not ready yet,” Sean explained. “But you will be. From now on my scent, my mark is inside of you, no matter what happens. I will fashion you in my image, and one day, teach you to do the same thing I did to you. So you may have your own boy when the time comes.”
“Thank you, sir,” the boy whispered huskily.
“Now,” Sean whispered, kissing his cheek softly. “Now that you’ve had your breakfast, it’s time for your lessons to begin.”
The man wrapped his right hand around the boy’s stiff cock, and led him by it to the bathroom. The door closed behind them, and soon the sound of the shower drowned out any words that would have been heard from the living room. The boy’s cries of ecstasy however, were another matter. They continued well on, echoing in that small apartment from every different room for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, the wallet lay forgotten on the floor of gym.
END