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Chapter 1
“The Key to winning a case, whether it’s a criminal trial or an ADA Civil Suit, is to command attention. Keep that jury and those judges locked in on you and your case and direct their thinking. Your argument doesn’t have to be logical, it just has to sound like it is. People like to be made to believe they’re smart so you gotta let them draw their own conclusions after you’ve made it seem like the only conclusion to draw is that your client is innocence. A good lawyer is a master manipulator, right? They’re the ones that know exactly the right thing to say, and the right fact to bring up to plead their case. A good lawyer could persuade a child to turn on their parents, could turn friends to enemies, or enemies to friends,
… or maybe even lovers. That’s a joke by the way. But yeah a good lawyer is honestly a master of mind control, you know what I mean. Almost. And some of us just naturally have that charisma, and some of us don’t. I just like to say that I HAVE had that charisma all my life you know. Even when I was a kid growing up everyone seemed to like me, ya know? Everyone seemed to like me just because of the way I said hi to them, or the details I remembered about them. I made so many people think I was their best best friend, without even meaning to. Hell I had guys I couldn’t stand, ya know, complete frikkin’ losers come up to me and be like ‘Ryan, you really are the only guy I can trust. You really are my best friend’ and I’d be like… ‘Oh! Really? Interesting.’ And I’d grimace thinking they were waiting for me to respond with ‘your my best friend too’ or whatever but that expectation never came across. But yeah, that’s my secret really, ya know? It’s charisma, it’s getting people like you, getting them to pay attention to you and getting them to trust what you have to say.”
Ryan Masters looked around the room at his colleagues, who looked at him in stunned drunken silence. They were all a bunch of well-dressed lawyers, each with their own uniquely tailored suit, but Ryan knew that deep down they were a bunch of overgrown frat boys in their confidence and drinking habits. Hell some may have described him as that, but he liked to think he was above all that.
Finaly, Cooper Braskins, who had orchestrated this get together after Ryan had helped their firm to win a pivotal case and had been invited to become Partner, began a slow clap. The two other guys, following Coopers lead joined in. Aaron Schlotke, who was probably the nerdiest of the bunch, with thick horn rimmed glasses and red curly hair, let out an awkward cheer, causing the other three to turn to him awkwardly. Brett Thompson, a black guy with close cropped hair that frequently joked about being the “token” of the firm, cleared his throat.
“Well Ryan, oh master manipulator, you’ll have to teach us your ways some time, so that we might aspire to become Partner as well some day.” Having navigated spaces white spaces for a long time, Brett himself had mastered the art of polite sarcasm. Only his closest friends would have noted the slight mocking tone in his voice.”
“Yeah! I’d be happy to help you. I mean what’s good for the firm, is good for us, am I right? Bigger holiday bonuses and all that.” Ryan, took off his glasses to clean them, revealing piercing hazel eyes. He was good looking, if a bit generic, and unlike Aaron, his glasses demonstrated a level of style and sophistication the ginger simply had not mastered, that was demonstrable in the rest of his outfit. Ryan was brunette, and his long time frenemy and former college roommate Cooper, was blonde, completing the hair color trio.
Cooper had a puckish smile on his face. If not for his invitation and his relationships with the three other lawyers, this particular combination of gentlemen would not likely have gathered for drinks on a Friday evening. However if all went according to his plan, the three would get to know each other intimately by the end of the evening.
“So tell me Ry, are you a hypnotist or something?” Cooper said, piercing the awkward tension.
Ryan chuckled? “Am I a what? Oh no, not this again! Come on, Coop, don’t embarrass yourself.”
“Look I’m just saying, manipulation? Make someone think something was their idea when it’s your own? Convincing people you’re their best friend? It all sounds like hypnosis to me.”
“Very funny, Coop.”
“I don’t get it” Aaron said, looking from Cooper to Ryan and back like a kid watching his parents fight.
“Cooper had a little hobby in college, one he always tried to get me into, thinking it would make us both great lawyers. But it’s all very silly, I don’t want to embarrass him.”
Cooper chuckled to himself. “No, Ryan, go ahead and tell them.”
“You sure? You’ll just make a fool of yourself.”
“Alright why don’t I tell them. In college, I fancied myself a hypnotist.”
“Ooooooh! So that’s why you got us all together!” Aaron burst out, then quickly covered his mouth.
“Hypnosis, you say!” Exclaimed Brett, betraying an air of faux ignorance, again almost undetectable by those not in the know. “Now I gotta hear about this!”
“Well like Ryan said, it never really worked.”
“Aww come on, you must’ve figured something out. Otherwise how’s your end up here with Ryan?” Aaron whined.
“Cooper did always have a habit of following in my footsteps,” Ryan said smirking fiendishly.
“Well it’s like you said! You do have a habit of getting people to like you. I did think you were my best friend. But we both know now you just needed someone to help you study.”
“Aww don’t be like that, Coop. That’s not it at all.”
“No don’t worry, there’s no hard feelings! I’ve come to terms with it over the years and I’ve come to respect it. Still though. I’ve always wanted to try it again.”
A silence fell over the room. Ryan took a sip of beer.
“Try what?”
“Hypnotizing you. See if the great master manipulator has a weak spot. Just think about it this way, if you do have a weak spot, Better to find it when surrounded by friends, am I right?”
“Is that what we are? Friends?” Ryan said, looking around the room.
Aaron, always the eager one, remarked “Well I think we can all be friends. Like a secret alliance like they do on that show big brother!”
“An alliance? I can dig that!” Brett said, nodding.
“Whaddaya say, ol’ friend?” Cooper asked.
“Well what are you gonna make me do if you do hypnotize me? Cluck like a chicken?”
“Well I mean, there can be benefits right?” Everyone looked to Aaron.
“Like what?” Ryan said, a bit too mockingly.
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“Well we can make you like super focused! Or help you with learning new skills!”
“I don’t think I need help with that, thanks Aaron.”
“What about getting you into the mind set of your opponents. Helping you to think like them, do you can beat them easier.”
Cooper chuckled. “I like the way you think, Brett.”
“Yeah me too!” Ryan said nodding. He down the rest of his beer and said “Alright fuck it. Cooper, hit me! Give me your best shot.”
Cooper smiled. Got him. He looked to Brett and Aaron. “Alright boys, watch this,” and then looking directly in Ryan’s eyes, he said “Hypno Boy Toy”
The effect was almost instantaneous. Ryan’s entire body relaxed and his face went slack. Something inside his mind tried to cling to consciousness, baffled that he was going under so easily. “Whuh, what” he muttered, but Coop did not relent.
“HYPNO. BOY. TOY.”
He remained standing but his mind had gone to sleep. His conscious mind anyway. Cooper walked over to his creation, eager to show it off after so many years.
“So which of you men want to take a piece of Ryan Masters first?”
Chapter 2
When he was 22, Cooper Braskins was in love.
No, love is not quite the right word for it. Love implies a sense of regard for the other party. It was more like infatuation, or hyperfixation.
His roommate, Ryan Masters was frustratingly charming, and devilishly handsome, though Cooper could tell if he was fully aware of the effect he had on people. He certainly didn’t dress like it, opting for ill fitting Costco button downs and unflattering slacks. He also didn’t seem to pressed to act on it, with an ironclad focus on acting his way through Law School.
Ryan rarely spend time unwinding much to Cooper’s chagrin. He wanted to bond with his roommate, but perhaps do more then bond, but Ryan was entirely uninterested. It didn’t help that the way he brushed him off implied that Cooper was some how less dedicated to his own Law degree for wanting to have fun every now and again.
Then one day, Cooper stumbled across something in his elective psychology course that shifted everything. A chapter on the ethics of Hypnotherapy. Cooper had never really paid much attention to hypnosis. He had always thought it was something they used in those old cartoon shows, but not something to be taken seriously.
He quickly discovers how wrong he was. Next thing he knew he was pouring over all the materials he could get his hands on and working to perfect his craft. Sure his grades fell behind, but he’d have ways to fix that soon.
“Hey Ryan,” he said coming home one day. “I wanna try something.”
Of course Ryan put up some resistance to the idea of being hypnotized to improve his performance, but when Cooper suggested it’d give him an edge over the rest of the class he was all in. Cooper lead him through an induction of relaxation, and counted him down into deep trance, all very by the book and sure enough, Ryan took to hypnosis like a fish to water. At first Cooper was careful, doing everything he said he would, while also leaving a trigger to return Ryan to this state at any time. That’s when he took his first risk. “Hypno Boy Toy” he set as the trigger. That what he wanted Ryan to be one after all. He flinched when he said it, wondering if the peculiarity of it would fling Ryan out of trance, but sure enough it worked. For his own amusement, Cooper added that no matter what happened, Ryan would continue to believe he’d never been tranced before, and any changes that occur will have come from Ryan’s own mind. Cooper liked Ryan, just as he was. He didn’t want to render him a mindless servant.
Cooper began taking Ryan down every day, to reinforce the initial programming. As time went on, Cooper got bolder and bolder. At first it was simple. He told Ryan that to ignore his presence unless he suggested otherwise. It’s not that Ryan would ignore Cooper altogether, but simply that he wouldn’t mind Coop hanging out in his room, on his bed, watching get naked. Coop could be as near or far from Ryan, and it wouldn’t matter. Ryan would just keep on studying, or researching, or on the rare occasion he relaxed, watch tv.
He just couldn’t touch Ryan, at least not at first. That was his next task. He made it so that Ryan would not only ignore his presence, but his touch. He’d allow Cooper to grope and molest him, unbutton his shirt, jostle his hair, without a word of resistance or remark. Cooper was eager to try this one out. He started with grabbing Ryan’s ass every time they were alone and when the thrill of that died down, he started grabbing his junk, or kissing his neck, or licking his ear. Ryan would often elicit unconscious moans at the latter two, but would otherwise continue to rattle on about torts and contract law.
One time he went in for a kiss and got a big reaction that almost ruined the whole thing.
“Dude what the fuck gross!”
“What! What I do?”
“You got your spit allow over my face!” Ryan scrubbed at his lips, ignoring the sopping wet Hickey that has just been created moments before. Cooper was waiting for it all to come crashing down, for Ryan to reveal to all be a charade to out Cooper as a gay creep.
But he just scrubbed a bit more and went right back to his work.
“Hypno Boy Toy” Cooper said confidently, and this hands rested on the keyboard.
He then proceeded to slaughter for Ryan that he accept and reciprocate any and all affection Cooper were to offer him without comment or observation, and forget that it happen as soon as the moment passed. Ryan seemed to take this all in stride, so Coop awakened him and tested it out.
“Ryan look at me.” he said, then dove in for a kiss.
Cooper would later find out that this was Ryan’s first kiss (not that he would remember it) but he seems to handle it just fine. Their lips locked then opened to allow each other’s tongues entrance to explore, Ryan’s meeting Cooper's insatiable level of curiosity. Finally Cooper pulled away, and braced for Ryan’s reaction. Luckily, the handsome law student just blinked shock his head, and returned to his work.
That night Cooper tucked himself in to Ryan’s bed, and the two cuddled together like they were a couple, except Ryan complained about them needing to get up early, and to make sure he’s set his alarm clock. His dick hardened as it rubbed up against Ryan’s ass, but didn’t think he’d take it any further from this.
This would become the twos nightly sleeping arrangements, and during the day, when they were alone in the dorm, an uninformed fly on the wall would mistake the two for a couple in their honey moon phase, for how physically affectionate Cooper was to Ryan and how cluelessly eager Ryan was to return his affection.
One day Coop decided to test the limits even more. Without any prior hypnotic reinforcement, Coop barged into the bathroom as Ryan was getting out of the shower. Any shyness Ryan had about hiding his lithe body had long since vanished, and so he didn’t even respond when Cooper opened the door. To Coops surprise, he reacted even less when he decided to get on his knees end take Ryan’s entire flaccid length into his mouth. Ryan gasped, but otherwise didn’t respond as member stiffened inside his roommates vacuum like maw. Cooper was admittedly unpracticed in giving oral, but Ryan seemed to enjoy it nevertheless. It wasn’t long before his whole body stiffened and cum started erupting into Cooper’s mouth.
Cooper had never been more aroused in his life. He had basically turned his roommate into his personal sex doll, and the guy was none the wiser. He literally just blew him to completion on a whim with zero Relationship repercussions. He stood up and went to wipe his mouth when Ryan spoke up and Cooper froze.
“Want me to get you?”
Cooper was stunned. He was not expecting Ryan to even acknowledge what just happened let alone offer to reciprocate.
RECIPROCATE! He told him to accept and reciprocate all the affection he showed him.
A blow job is a one street. He still needed to reciprocate!
Coop’s dick twitched. He wished he were brave enough to make some quip like “yeah, get on your knees and suck it bitch” but he’s was so shocked and nervous all he could muster was, “um, sure!”
Without blinking Ryan got on his knees and went to town. He seemed to be copying all of Coopers moves, which certainly was good feedback for next time. When Ryan started to mimic the little toungue swirls beneath his cockhead, Cooper lost his mind and shot over the edge. Ryan took the load in stride, swallowing at first but the releasing and allowing the rest of it to spray on to his face.
Now that the deed was done, Ryan’s programming had run its course. He took one look at his Apple watched and released a few explitives about how late he was going to be. Worried he might run out with his face covered in Cum, Cooper said “Wait!” And offered to take the dribbling goo all over Ryan’s face and style his hair with it. Just incognito enough that it wasn’t glaringly obvious what Ryan was doing right before class, but just kinky enough, that an eagle nosed classmate might detect the temptatious aroma wafting from Ryan’s new Hairstyle. They might ask him what products he’s using, Cooper imagined bemusingly, but he’ll have no idea what they’re talking about.
Coop was looking forward to exploring the possibilities of his new hypno boy toy.
Chapter 3
“So which one of you wants to take a turn with Ryan Masters first?”
“No fuckin’ way dude” Brett said, dumbfounded.
Aaron “You gotta be shitting me!”
“Is this a prank? Ryan, are you pranking us right now?” Brett walked over to Ryan, waving his hand in front of his face. Ryan could only stare blankly back, a stream of drool hanging from his mouth.
“This entrapment, right? We make an advance, and Ryan wakes up, and now he’s gonna accuse us of sexual harassment or some shit.” Aaron was visibly shaken, pacing across the room.
“This isn’t entrapment Aaron, it’s getting even. Watch.” Coop walked over to Ryan and Iike he had so many other times before pulled him in and aggressively made out with. Ryan seemed to come out of his trance to match the intensity, but the moment their lips were separated the fog returned to Ryan’s eyes.
“All the women you’ve heard Ryan brag about taking home, all the times you’ve seen him score at the Firm’s outings, you think a guy like would just let me do that?”
“That doesn’t prove anything! He could be bi! You two could secretly be lovers,” Aaron cried as Brett walked over to Ryan to take a better look.
“Well one of those things is true, but only one of us is aware of it,” Cooper said with a chuckle.
“I’ll go first!” Brett shouted, half expecting to scare Ryan out of his stupor.
“Well, alright!” Cooper said, his Cheshire Cat grin growing even wider.
“Wait why does he…” Aaron went to protest, but Cooper stopped him.
“Because Brett recognizes a real Opportunity when he sees it.”
“I just have one question. Can you make it so he acts like his normal self, but can’t help to obey my commands.”
“Ooh I certainly can. Hey, Ryan. When Brett snaps his fingers, I want you to pretend your awake, but you must do everything he says. All the things you do for me, you will do for him. Understood?”
Ryan nodded, another bit of drool falling from his mouth.
Cooper smirked and grabbed Aaron by the shoulder. “Come on bud, let’s give them some privacy.”
Brett decided to have a little fun before he woke Ryan up. He started with light smack across Ryan’s face, just to see if there was any chance left he was actually faking. Ryan simply took it, eliciting moan which sounded like it was more out of pleasure than of pain.
“What was that you said about making the most of your circumstances, Ryan?”
Brett thought back all the times Ryan made off hand comments about his upbringing. He was never overtly racist towards Brett, but the white suburban ignorance just oozed out of every word Ryan spoke. That combined with his smug smile, and the way the Partners of the firm ate up everything he said had made Brett come to resent Ryan.
And now it was to time to release some of that pent up resentment. Brett snapped and Ryan shook his head as if he had dozed off for a bit.
“Hey man! Uh where’d the other guys go?”
“Bend over the table.”
“Yea sure! Hey wha time is it? I feel like I blacked out a bit there.”
Ryan had unquestioningly bent over the table as he spoke and was looking back at Brett with an an innocent look on his face that was almost seductive.
“Don’t move from this position,” Brett ordered, “whatever happens don’t call for helpful and don’t try and leave.”
“Sure man, whatever you say. Are you gonna answer my question?”
“No.” And with that Brett smacked Ryan’s ass which was tightly encased in his suit pants.
“Ouch! Brett, man that really hurt!”
“Stop complaining, you love this.”
SMACK!
Ryan let out a moan. “FUCK man. Do that again!” The front of his trousers was starting to tighten as his cock grew erect at the sensation.
“You like that, white boy?”
“Unh YES. White boy? Why did you… never mind, please just smack my ass again!”
SMACK!
“I will smack your ass when I wanna smack your ass and you will beg me if you want me to do again.”
“Unh yes please! SMACK MY ASS BRETT! I’m begging you!”
Smack! Ryan’s pants had been so tight that a tear started to form in the seam. Ryan got down for a closer inspection.
“Hey Ryan, your pants are starting to rip.”
“Aw damn, really? I just had these tailored. Could you maybe let me move so I can fix them. I have a mini sewing kit in my wallet.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
SMACK. The rip got bigger. Brett hooked his finger into the hole and started to pull at it. Stitch by stitch the seam started to pop and grow larger. Brett hooked a finger from his other hand and pulled the seam a part, ripping out the entire seat of Ryan’s pants, revealing a tight pair of white Calvin Klein Briefs.
“Jesus Christ Brett! Do you know how expensive thes pants are? Your gonna pay to to replace those!”
“I think You look better this way.”
“Gee ya think? I mean I guess I have always wanted to try more adventurous styles, but I haven’t been brave enough.”
SMACK!
“Awe fuck thank you Brett! That’s so fucking good.”
“How bout we open your tightie whiteys, too.”
Without waiting for an answer, Brett grasped at the tight fabric, and tore another hole, revealing Ryan’s pert, firm, and pale globes. Brett didn’t consider himself gay, but he had always been an ass man, and he had to admit. Ryan had a delicious looking ass.
Almost as if driven by animal instinct, Brett began to lick and gnaw upon Ryan’s ponderous cakes.
“Unff… Brett what are you… what are you doing back there.”
Without take his mouth off Ryan’s hole, Brett lifted his hand SMACKED Ryan’s ass again, causing the prone white man to see stars.
“FUUUUCK. Thank you.”
Brett was lost in ecstasy. Some how Ryan’s how didnt taste the least bit foul and was some how almost sweet and delicious. He figured Cooper had Ryan prepare himself this evening, knowing how much Brett talked about ass eating when it came to girls. He almost wondered if someone had added something extra, pheromones or something, because he felt himself becoming as enraptured by Ryan’s ass, as Ryan himself had been by Cooper’s words.
Eventually Brett’s own straining dick demanded his attention. He managed to pull his face away and stand up, unzipping his own pants in the process, revealing a hefty 7.5 incher.
“Ryan, I’m going to fuck you. Raw. No matter how bad it hurts, you fucking love it and you will beg me to keep going.”
“OkaAAAAHHHHH.”
Brett hadn’t awaited his response before plunging most of his length into Ryan’s rear unaided. At least he had soaked up the whole with his own saliva, but spit is a poor replacement for proper lubricant, especially with such an above average penis.
Ryan hissed but forced himself to smile.
“NNNG FUCK. Got damnit Brett your so big! Come on! Go deeper. I’m begging!”
“Good boy!” Brett said, before backing out then plunging even deeper. Ryan looked like he was making a noise, but was in such a mix of pain and bliss that no noise came out.
Brett took the silence as a cue to start pounding. Which he did, with wild abandon. Ryan’s hole was deliciously tight, fitting around Brett’s dick like a glove. The sensation was heavenly, and Brett was rapidly approaching climax. Brett thought about pulling out, which is what he normally did with woman, but thought of impregnating Ryan Masters, even just metaphorically, sent him over the edge and his seed blasting into Ryan’s hole.
He bent over Ryan, spent, and the two shared a strangely intimate moment, Panting in unison. With one last SMACK of Ryan’s rear, to which he moaned, Brett pulled his long flaccid dick out with a pop.
He went over to the door, through which Cooper and Aaron had walked, knocked.
“NEXT!” He called, and the door opened and Aaron stepped out, eager for his turn.
Chapter 4
“Wh-when I snap my fingers, you will be fully awake, but you will be unable to move.”
Aaron’s hands were shaking as he was getting ready to snap. He couldn’t get out of his head how much hated Ryan Masters. How much he wanted to be Ryan Masters. And now he had full control?
“What do I do with him?” He thought to himself. “Where do I start?” He could of course fuck him like Brad did, but that was boring. It was so passe. Aaron wanted to go deeper. Fuck with his psyche. Make Ryan feel small the way Aaron was always made to feel by him. He had an idea.
Snap.
Ryan shook the cobwebs loose but otherwise stayed perfectly still.
“Whuzza… ahem… whoa, sorry Aaron, must’ve dozed off there. What’s going on?”
“Oh nothing. Ya know just hanging out. Brad and Cooper went to discuss something private.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Ryan, tell me truthfully what do you think it would take for me to become Partner, like you?”
“Honestly Aaron, a hell of a fucking lot since you seem to be such a fuckup.”
That stung, but it was nothing new. He’s heard Ryan say much worse.
“Let’s start with how you dress. You look like a slob. Sure we’ve been drinking tonight but you look like this all the time. I mean half the time I see you walking down the halls with your shirt untucked. And a simple knot tie? Really? Can’t even manage a half Windsor?”
“I…. I don’t know how…” Aaron murmured, forgetting the control he had for a moment.
“Aaron, you can google everything nowadays. You’re just lazy. You have zero drive, and it shows.”
“Stop!” and Ryan closed his mouth.
Aaron took stock of Ryan’s state of dress. It seemed his pants had been ripped from Brett’s time with him, but otherwise Ryan had somehow managed to keep his suit impeccable despite all of the evenings hijinks.
“Okay Ryan, if I dress so badly, why don’t you dress me up then. Take off my tie and shirt.”
“About time you asked me for some fashion advice, you slob.” Ryan said and immediately began to pull at Aaron’s tie.”
“Closer” Aaron ordered, and Ryan stepped further in as pulled the tie out from around Aaron’s neck and began unbuttoning Aaron’s shirt. Aaron’s face hovered over Ryan’s, pondering if a kiss was appropriate.
“Slow down,” Aaron ordered, “Pretending your unbuttoning a lovers blouse.”
“Geeze I didn’t take you for such a creep, Aaron. Like to be made to feel like a lady, do ya?” Ryan retorted, but followed the request never the less. Aaron reached around and gripped Ryan’s ass, his pointer finger circling Ryan’s punished hole. He pulled his hand back when felt a bit of Brett’s seed spill out, and wiped it on Ryan’s pants, but then resumed gripping Ryan’s globular cheeks.
The last button undone, Ryan slid Aaron’s shirt off his shoulders exposing a scrawny body.
“Now,” Aaron whispered, his hot breathe flowing over Ryan’s Lips, “Take your shirt and tie off for me. Do it seductively like a stripper. And with every twist of the tie and button you undo your brains gonna get dumber and dumber and your ability to dress yourself will get sloppier and sloppier.”
“What do you mean? You cant just make that happen to-“ Ryan realized his hands had moved to his tie and had begun to untie his tie.
“You… you can’t do this to me, bro… My brains, my style, it’s all I…” He pulled the tie off his neck and flourished it around Aaron’s before dropping it on the ground. A dumb smile appeared on his face.
“Whut was I saying?” He asked as his hips began gyrating and he began pulling at his suit jacket and allowing it to slide smoothly down his arms.
“Whut am I doing wearing this stuffy shirt. Ew,” His hips still gyrating, Ryan began unbuttoning his dress shirt, slowly and methodically, revealing a lean sculpted body. He wasn’t a jock by any means, but kept himself trim and tucked.
After taking his shirt off his, he shook his head. “Whoa, I’m feelin’ kinda funny haha. I musta drunk a lot”
A dark smile was plastered on Aaron’s face.
“Yeah dude, you drunk so much. Your so dumb you don’t know when to stop do you.”
“Naaahhhh dude. Hey you think Coops got any more beer?”
“I’m sure he does, but that’s not important right now.”
“Aww why not bro?”
“Cuz you were about to help me get dressed. Pick up the shirt, tie, and jacket and put them on me. You’ll no longer be a slob so long as your putting stuff on me. Be sure to tuck in the shirt… bro.”
“Fuck yeah bro. Always happy to help my buddy out.”
“And as you put these clothes on me, you’ll understand how much smarter I am than you. How much better I am than you. How much cooler I am than you. And how much sexier I am than you. Understood.”
“I dunno man that seems like a lot to remember.”
“Just get me dressed. Your subconscious will remember anyways. I think…”
“My what? Aww never mind, I don’t really care. Hue hue. We gotta getchu dressed or you’ll catch a cold.”
Ryan enthusiastically grabbed the shirt and began ran the sleeve up Aaron’s arm. Aaron chuckled at his exuberance. It seemed taking a bit of his intelligence away had knocked him down a peg and made him humble. Some part of Aaron wished he could keep Ryan like this forever. But no, Coop would never allow it… Would he? No way… He had made Ryan his own personal hypnotic boytoy. He had just lent Aaron and Brett the keys tonight. Unless…
Aaron pondered how exactly it was that Cooper triggered Ryan into this state. He had said “Hypno Boytoy” of course, that was clear enough. But did it have to be Cooper that triggered it. The only person who would know for sure was currently buttoning up the dress shirt that hung loosely off of Aaron’s torso and ended up bit too high up his forearms in the sleeves.
“Hey Ryan?” Aaron whispered.
“Hue, yeah bud?”
“When I snap my fingers you will be fully conscious of all that has happened to you since Cooper first started hypnotising you, way back in college. You will continue dressing me, and will be unable to shout or call for help, or harm me in any way. You will answer any question I ask openly and honestly. Do you understand?”
“Uhh I guess.”
Snap. Ryan shook his head.
“Whoa.” Horror filled Ryan’s eyes, as he began to tie the tie around Aaron’s neck. He looked at Aaron.
“Aaron, please you have to help me. You have to undo this. Living like this is torture. I’m not even gay, but Cooper just treats me like a piece of meat.”
“What makes you think I want to help you?”
Ryan swallowed hard and tightened the full Windsor knot that was wrapped around Aaron’s Collar. “Because you haven’t tried to fuck be yet. Not like Cooper. Or Brett. Or any of the other dudes Cooper’s lent me out to.”
“Other dudes? How many times has Cooper lent you out?”
“God, so many times.” Ryan stuck his hand down Aaron’s pants to begin tucking in his shirt. Realization struck his face ashe grasped Aaron’s firm hard on.
“Oh god. You're enjoying this… um. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been lent out. But nobodies thought to awaken me completely. Not like this.”
“So you’ve never been fully conscious of it?”
“We’ll no, sometimes Cooper wakes me up… to have some fun… or that’s what he calls it at le-“
“Tell me. The first time. When Cooper first got you hypnotized… did he say that he had to be the one to say your trigger phrase?”
Ryan’s face became pallid. He realized then why Aaron woke him up. Still he could not help but Answer. For that is how he has been programmed. “No… he just said “Whenever you hear the words ‘Hypno Boy Toy’. Nobodies ever tried it, but I think it would work on me all the same.”
Aaron smiled and nodded. And after a moment said “Thank you Ryan. Now when I snap my fingers, you will return to your dumbed down state, completely ignorant of any hypnosis you may or may not have experienced.
“Wait, Aaron, no ple-“ SNAP. “Whoa dude, must be spaced out for a minute there. All of a sudden your all dressed up! Oh! But you forgot one thing!”
Ryan bent over, exposing his leaking hole to Aaron who palmed his crotch in spite of himself. He normally wasn’t one for sloppy seconds, but had to admit Ryan looked good bent over, especially all dumbed down like he was. The moment ended as Ryan picked up his suit jacket to give to Aaron.
“Can’t forget the best part of the suit!” Ryan said, as he went around Aaron, helping him slide the jacket on.
When he was finished, Aaron looked in the mirror. Sure the suit was a bit on the small side in a couple areas but he had to admit he looked good.
“Okay Ryan, it’s time to treat me with the respect I deserve. Get on your knees and pull out my cock.”
Ryan did so and Aaron watched himself in the mirror. He knew that his time with this hypno boy toy was almost up tonight. But soon he would have him for good.
