Hooked and Baited: The Stunning, Secret Tale of Powerful Covert Hypnosis

Hooked And Baited

“Thanks again,” said Alex. 

“My pleasure,” Jason replied. Little did Alex know the real reason Jason had invited him out on the lake to fish.

The outboard motor continued its slow whir as they sped across the lake towards Jason’s “special fishing spot.” It was bass season, but Jason had a different catch in mind. Alex was damn cute, and Jason had been itching for new minds to play with. This was the perfect opportunity.

“So why is this called Stony Lake?”

“Because there are a lot of low spots and high rocks, if you don’t know the routes you can crack your motor good. But trust me, I am an expert. In fact, we’re almost there.”


They neared the shoal of a small island, which hosted a number of fir trees. Jason slowed the motor to a crawl and eased them close.

“Now, we sit here and drift slowly. Dropping anchor won’t get us anything. Got it? We drift.”

“Drift, right.”

They got their poles and tackle ready and soon cast their lines.

“Now, we wait and we drift. And speak softly, or you’ll scare the fish.”

“Got it.”

“That’s the beauty of this lake. You can get your mind off things. You can get away from it all. You can just relax and drift. Floating.”

Alex just nodded. Jason lowered his tone and slowed his cadence. He could see this was working; he just had to play it right.

“I love to relax and drift here. I can see you do too. It’s so quiet and safe, and safe and quiet. As you drift. Just drift. Let your cares just, drift away. Let your thoughts just, drift away.”

Alex was breathing more slowly now. Jason could see the tension leaving his co-worker’s body.

“It feels so good just to relax. To not have to even think. It feels good to drift and not to think. So good. So good.”

Alex mustered an “mmm” of agreement.

“I told you, I’m the expert here. So just drift and relax. Drift and let go. Drift. Drift. Drift. It’s so easy to relax here, with me, focused on the now. Focused on the words. The gentle lap of the lake helping you to relax. Helping you to drift. Helping you to let go of worry. Of cares. Of thoughts. Just let it all go.”

Jason was pleased there was zero chance of catching fish in the area, since the last thing he wanted was a bite snapping Alex out of it.

“I’m the expert here. So listen to me. Listen to every word I say and you just relax and drift. Relax and drift. Everything gone. I’m the expert here. Thoughts gone, I’m the expert here. Mind so relaxed. So empty. So open. Open to the words of an expert. Open to these soft, warm, wonderful words.”

Jason’s grip on his rod was slacking. Soon, he’d have other rods on his mind.

“You love to drift. You love to relax. And the expert will help you drift and relax. And, if your eyelids start to become heavy, that’s fine. Just focus on the word, the expert words, as your eyes slide closed. It’s ok. I’m the expert and I say it’s ok.”

Alex’s eyes slid shut, right on cue. Jason reached over and took the rod from his hands, setting both of them aside.

“That’s good. Trust me when I say it’s good. You can always trust me, I’m the expert. You can always relax for me, I’m the expert. It feels good. It feels good to drift and relax for the expert. Drift and relax. Drift and relax into this warm, comfortable, safe, feeling. Drift and relax totally. It’s easy, and it feels so good.”

Alex let out a slight whimper of pleasure.

“Good. Very good. You’re relaxing so deep now. Focused on the words. The important words. The powerful words. The words are what matter. The words are what helps you drift and relax. Relax and drift. So relaxed. So open. Open to the words. To my words. To Jason’s words. You drift and relax for Jason’s words. You drift on Jason’s words. Jason’s words are so important now; because Jason is the expert. That’s true. You know it’s true, and it will always be true. The words are true, the words are always true.”

This was going perfectly.

“Alex loves the words. Alex loves Jason’s words. Alex loves to drift and relax for Jason’s words. Jason’s words touch Alex deep inside. They reach into him. His mind. His body. His very soul. All are open to Jason’s words, as you drift and relax. So relaxed. So open. So ready. The words are so strong. The words of an expert. And Alex always listens to experts.” 

The last line was true; Alex had a great respect for experts in their fields, and expertise in general. Jason knew that going in, all part of months of scoping and planning for this day to finally arrive. How many nights had he dreamt of, or jerked off to, fantasies of bending Alex to his will?

“Alex drifts and relaxes for Jason, the expert. Jason is the expert in drifting and relaxing. In fact, whenever Jason the expert tells you to drift and relax, you will return to this place. This deeply relaxed place. The place only Jason takes you. The place you love to go. The place you love Jason to take you. Drift and relax. Drift and relax. Relaxing twice as deep now. And twice as deep again. So deeply relaxed. So deeply focused on the words. The expert words. Jason’s words. Always focus on Jason’s words.”

Jason had to gamble now. The next step was call and response, but it needed to be handled carefully. Alex could still snap out of this if Jason moved too far, too fast.

“You feel good Alex. Tell me how you feel.”

Jason’s lips twitched then he mumbled in a faraway voice, “Good.”

“That’s good Jason, just let go and you will feel so good. So incredibly good.”

The same faraway voice, “Good.”

“You can always relax for Jason, you know that. It’s true. It feels right. It feels so good.”


“You want to feel good, and any time Jason helps you drift, you feel good.”


“You want to drift for Jason, because it feels so good.”


“It feels so good, it can’t be wrong. Alex feels so good, it can’t be wrong. It’s never wrong to feel good for Jason. Jason always makes Alex feel good.”


“Jason is the expert, the expert in making Alex feel good. Trust the expert. The expert knows best. The expert knows the best ways to make Alex feel good.”


“Alex is drifting for Jason. Drifting gently down. Down. Down so deep. Drifting so deep.”


“Alex is drifting deeper than ever before. Drifting beyond consciousness. Drifting deep into Alex’s core. Jason’s words are going to Alex’s core. Jason’s words are so powerful. Impossible to resist. Why would you want to resist when it feels so good?”


“Deep is good. Drift is good. Drift is your trigger. When Jason, and only Jason, tells you to drift, you return to this special place. This relaxing, drifting place. And each time you hear the word drift, you drop deeper and deeper into relaxation. Into Jason’s words. Jason’s words make you feel so good.”


“Drift. Good. Drift. Good. Drift. Listening. Drift. Focusing. Drift. Nothing else matters. Drift. Absorb. Drift.”


“Yes Alex. Keep repeating that word in your mind. In your conscious mind and your subconscious. It’s all you want. Need. Crave. To drift. Drift. Drift. It feels so good.”


“Listening to Jason feels good. Right. Natural. No need to worry. No need for fear. It feels good.”


“Drifting.  Slowly sliding into total focus. Total absorption…” he hesitated for a moment then took the next big step. “Total obedience.” 

Not a hint of resistance from Alex. Even when Jason dropped that bomb. It was going so well, Jason was practically giddy. Still, he needed to focus. The celebration would come later.

“Alex listens to Jason, the expert, who knows best. Alex knows Jason makes him feel good.”


“Jason makes Alex feel good. So Alex wants to make Jason feel good.”


“Drifting for Jason makes Alex feel good. So you want to drift for Jason. Because making Jason happy makes Alex happy. So happy. Because it feels so good.”


“Alex has drifted so deep for Jason. Alex feels so safe. So warm. So comfortable. Alex feels total trust. Total trust. And feeling total trust feels so good.”


“Alex feels so good it’s almost sexual. And sexual feels so good.”


“The pleasure will build. And it can build more. And more. And more. Tell Jason, what would Alex do for that much pleasure?”

There was a brief pause before Alex replied, “Anything.”

“Very good, Alex is being very good.”


“Alex wants to be good. Needs to be good. Craves to be good. For Jason. Be good for Jason. Always be good for Jason.”


“Alex will do anything to feel this good. Alex wants to feel this good more and more. So Alex will drift for Jason. Alex will always drift for Jason. And it will make Alex feel good.”


“Drift deeper. Drift down. So far into Alex. Jason is penetrating far into Alex. And Jason penetrating Alex feels good.”


“No need to worry. No need to think. Just drift and feel good. Drift, and feel good.”


“Yes Alex. Alex is being so good. So good for Jason. And Alex will always be good for Jason.”


“Alex’s mind is open. Soul is open. Alex will be open with Jason, always open with Jason. Being open with Jason feels good.”


“Alex can trust Jason. Always trust Jason. Alex can tell Jason anything. Jason will never judge. Jason wants Alex to feel good.”


“Alex can share secrets with Jason. Alex can share everything with Jason. Sharing with Jason feels good.”


“Alex can admit the things to Jason that Alex can’t even admit to himself. Sharing with Jason makes Alex feel good.”


“Drift, Alex. Drift. Drift. Drift.” Time for another milestone.

“Alex can tell Jason everything. Alex can tell Jason his fantasies. His secrets. Every dirty little thought in his dirty little mind. Because Jason wants Alex to be dirty. And being dirty feels good.”


“Jason knows Alex so well. Jason knows Alex has deep, dark fantasies.” Every man did, so that was a gimme. “Jason knows what Alex dreams of.”

Now the real work began.

“Alex knows he’s dreamed of other men. Alex knows it’s ok. In his heart of hearts Alex knows there’s nothing wrong with fantasizing about other men. In fact, it feels good.”

Jason hesitated a second. Alex held his breath. 

“Good.” Jason said, just a second later.

“Yes Alex. That’s good. It feels good. It feels good to admit it. To accept it. To understand it. To embrace it. It feels so good.”


“Alex has always had these thoughts, and it feels good to admit that.”


“Alex has fantasized about many men. All his life. Alex fantasizes about his friends. Right now, Alex is fantasizing about his friends.”

Of course he was, Jason had just planted the thought. It was no different than saying “Don’t think about a hard cock,” it instantly springs to mind.

“Alex has even fantasized about Jason. Jason knows this, and Jason is the expert.”

It was working.

“Alex has wondered since he met Jason. Wondered what Jason’s skin feels like. Knowing it would feel good.”


“Alex has wondered how soft Jason’s lips are. How they would feel to kiss. To French kiss. Another man’s tongue must taste good.”


Another big step was next.

“Alex has wondered what a man’s cock tastes like. Alex knows it must taste good.”


He hadn’t even hesitated.

“Alex knows he needs to try it. He knows he must satisfy his curiosity. He knows he will regret it forever if he doesn’t.”

Regret is a powerful motivator..

“Alex wants to do it. Needs to do it. Craves to do it. Alex knows it will feel so good.”


“Alex knows Jason. Alex trusts Jason. Jason is the expert. Alex needs an expert. An expert can help Alex. Alex needs an expert. Alex wants an expert. Alex wants Jason. Alex knows Jason is good.”


“Jason is good for Alex. Has been good for Alex. Will be good for Alex. Alex trusts Jason. Alex knows Jason won’t hurt him. Alex knows Jason will make him feel good.”


“Alex owes Jason for making him feel good.”


“Alex needs to make Jason feel good.”


“Alex needs to listen very carefully. This is very important. When Jason tells Alex to awaken Alex will, and Alex will remember nothing of this conversation. But Alex will be horny. Horny for Jason. Tonight, back at the cabin, Alex is going to give in to the fantasies Alex has had for so long, so very long. Tonight, Alex is going to suck cock. Alex is going to suck Jason’s cock. Alex can’t wait. Alex knows it will feel good.”


“Alex knows cock will taste good.”


“Alex knows cum will taste good.”


“Alex knows Jason, the expert, will teach Alex how to make Jason feel good.”


“Alex wants to learn to be a cocksucker. He wants to suck good.”


“Suck good.”


“Suck Jason good.”


“You want to suck good.”


“Need to suck good.”


“Crave to suck good.”


“Alex has learned so much. Alex has done so good.”


“Now, Jason is going to clap his hands, and Alex will awake. Alex will remember nothing except his desire for Jason. From now on, any time Jason tells Alex to drift, Alex will return to this pleasant, receptive, obedient state. The state that feels so good.”


“Good Alex. Good.”


“Now wake,” Jason said with authority, then clapped his hands loudly.

Alex, shook his head and opened his eyes.

“Oh wow,” he said, “I must have dozed off.”

“I saved your pole. It’s not as nice as my pole,” Jason caught a flash in Alex’s eyes when he used the word ‘pole.’ “But I’m sure your pole is fine too.”

“Thanks, sorry for coming out here just to nap.”

“Sometimes it’s good to doze a little. How do you feel?”


Jason smiled. Tonight was going to be a lot of fun. And this was just the beginning.

Alex and Jason had split the cost of the cabin. It was modest, a kitchen, a TV room and two bedrooms. If everything went according to Jason’s plan, they would only need one of them.

Alex cooked dinner; Jason was surprised at how well his pasta sauce tasted. Alex could cook, just one more reason he’d make such a nice addition to Jason’s harem. Jason felt magnanimous enough to wash the dishes, as the “rustic” cabin had no dishwasher.

Alex lounged on the sofa, watching a basketball game. Jason loathed sports, and soon he expected Alex would too. Now was not the time to worry about that. Now, Jason decided as he sat next to Alex, it was time for phase two.

“Tiring day,” Jason began.

“Yeah,” Alex replied, still absorbed in the game.

“You look exhausted.”


“Really? You look like you could drift off at any moment.”

Alex’s eyes drooped suddenly, his head falling forward then jerking.

“That’s ok. It’s ok to drift.”

Alex was wobbling slightly, like his spine was made of Jell-O. 

“Lean back on this nice, comfortable sofa.”

Alex did. Jason quietly picked up the remote control and switched off the television. This was no time for distractions. Alex didn’t even notice as the game blinked away.

“Nice and comfortable. As you drift. Just drift. It feels so good to drift. You are comfortable when you drift. You are safe and warm, when you drift. Drifting is like sinking into a warm bath. Drifting is like the comfiest bed you have ever been in. Drifting is safe, warm and comfortable.”

Alex let out a soft whimper. Jason was sure it was from pleasure.

“And as you drift, you listen. Listen and drift. Drift and listen. Listening. Listening to Jason. Always listening to Jason when you drift. Jason speaks to you when you drift. And you listen. Listen to Jason when you drift. Follow Jason when you drift. Drifting and following. Following and drifting. It feels so good. It feels amazing. Drifting feels amazing. Listening feels amazing. Say it, ‘it feels amazing.’”

This was a key moment. Jason held his breath for a second.

Alex’s voice was low and faraway as he spoke, “It feels amazing,” came his words. Jason’s heart surged, and so did his cock. 

“That’s good Alex. It’s good to listen and drift and follow. Follow Jason. Always, follow Jason. It feels good to follow Jason. Drift and follow Jason. Follow Jason when you drift. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

An unprompted reply? Alex was looking like a very good subject. This might be even easier than Jason had expected.

“It feels so amazing, it’s almost sexual. Almost sexual. Arousing. Sexual. Arousing and sexy. Sexy and arousing. Drifting feels sexual; and it feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

Though faraway, there was conviction on Alex’s voice.

“Drifting with Jason feels right. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“It’s easy to give in to that feeling. It’s easy to give in. It’s easy to give in to drifting for Jason. It’s easy to give in. It’s easy to give in. It’s easy to drift and listen to Jason. It’s easy to drift and give in to Jason. It’s easy to give in to Jason. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“Give in to Jason, it feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“It feels arousing. It feels sexual. Jason feels sexual. Giving in to Jason feels sexual. It feels amazing.

“It feels amazing.”

“You fantasize of Jason when you drift. Jason makes you drift and you drift into fantasies of Jason. Jason has always felt sexual to Alex. Jason has always been arousing to Alex. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

No hint of resistance left. No hint of will. Time for the big bomb.

“Good boy.”

Jason let out a whimper of pleasure.

“Now Alex. It’s time to listen even more carefully than before. It’s time to drift and absorb, and absorb, and drift. It’s time to let Jason in. Into your mind. Deep into your mind. Let Jason drift into your mind. Jason in your mind feels right. It feels natural. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“Alex knows it’s time to drift into fantasies of Jason. Alex has always fantasized about Jason. Alex has always wanted to make those fantasies, realties. Alex wants to give in to those fantasies. Alex wants to drift into Jason. Give in to Jason. Follow Jason.”

The last big bomb was next.

“Alex wants to suck Jason’s cock. Alex knows it will feel good. Alex is certain he wants to give in to his fantasies of sucking cock. The fantasies he has always had about sucking cock. Alex wants to drift into sucking cock. Drift. Suck. Suck. Drift. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“In a moment, Jason is going to count up to five. When Jason reaches five, Alex will awake, refreshed and alert, remembering nothing. Nothing except a burning desire to suck Jason’s cock. A need to suck Jason’s cock. Alex wants to suck Jason’s cock. Alex needs to suck Jason’s cock. Alex craves to suck Jason’s cock. The very thought thrills Alex. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“Alex needs to seduce Jason. Alex will do anything to seduce Jason. As soon as Alex wakes he will begins seducing Jason.”

“Prepare to rise, and fulfil your fantasies. Starting at five, still feeling amazing. Four, slowly climbing back to your life. Three, focused on Jason, even as you wake. Two, let everything sink in and, one. Wide awake.”

Alex shook his head.

“Oh sorry,” he said, “I must have drifted off.”

Jason smiled, knowingly.

“So,” he began, looking directly into his eyes. “What now?”

“I don’t know, any ideas?”

“There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge. Neither of us are going anywhere? What say we open that?”

“I suppose,” Jason said, hiding his eagerness.

It didn’t take long for Alex to return with two beer mugs full of white wine.

“They don’t exactly have a selection of wine glasses here.”

“It’s fine.” Those mugs probably each held half the bottle. He was trying to get Jason drunk. How cute.

“I don’t know much about wine,” Alex said. “So I hope this is good.”

“I’m sure it will be amazing.” Another trigger word, and Jason could sense its effect on him.

“Cheers,” Alex said as he sat on the couch, nearer than he needed to. He handed Jason his drink, then held up his glass so they could clink them. Jason took a sniff, pretending he knew what he was doing. Then he took a long sip.

“How is it?” asked Alex.

“Mmm,” was all Jason replied, then took an even longer drink. Alex responded in kind, also pleased with the taste. Jason had something else in mind for him to taste.

“It’s good,” Alex said.

“Hope it doesn’t make me horny,” Jason said, “It can be weird jerking off in a strange place.”

“I… I know what you mean.”

Jason took a slug; Alex followed suit. Not one to argue with a good thing, Jason kept going. Alex matched him, drink for drink, until both men had drained their mugs. 

“Woo,” Jason said, “That went straight to my head.” He was exaggerating heavily.

“Yeah, me too,” Alex said; Jason could tell he was exaggerating too.

“Today was fun,” Jason said.

“Yeah, high five.”

He raised his hand. Jason slid a little closer on the couch to give him a gentle slap in return. Jason could see Alex’s eyes light up as he felt Jason’s flesh against his own.

“Today was fun,” said Alex. “We should hang out more often.”

“Yeah, hanging out is cool. I like being hung.” And he was. 

“What else are you into?”

“Besides sex?”

Alex giggled. He was blushing.

“I guess,” said Alex.


“And how is ‘stuff’ going?”

“You know.”

“You’re an interesting guy. I’d love to know you better.”

“You can know me any way you like.”

A puzzled look crossed his face, but he quickly went back to trying to land me. Soon, Jason would know Alex biblically. 

“You’re right,” Alex said. “The wine does make you horny.”

“I’m serious about not wanting to jerk off in a rented bed.”

“I guess.”

“But a rented couch I can deal with.”

Alex’s eyes bulged. Sneaking a glance downward, Jason could tell that wasn’t the only thing bulging. 

“Are you serious?”

“Sure, why not? I used to jerk with other guys back at university. There was only one TV on the men only floor.”

“Wow. What’s that like?”

“It’s fine. No big deal.”


“Let me show you,” Jason said, as he unzipped his fly. His cock was hard as a rock; it felt harder than it had in months. “What do you think?”

“Uh… well… it’s nice… I guess. I’m no expert.”

“I’ve got some lube in my backpack.”

“You carry lube?”

“You don’t? Side pocket, can you grab it for me?”

He scurried quickly, and found the bottle right away.

“Got it.”

“Then hand it over.”

He walked back to the couch and extended his hand. Jason reached up, but instead of taking the lube directly, Jason made sure his   fingers brushed against the back of Alex’s hand before he took the bottle. Jason could see the shiver run through Alex as they touched.

“Thanks,” I said as I squirted the lube on my hand. “I’m not sure why I brought flavored. Who is going to taste it anyway? You?”

He giggled again. Jason proceeded to run his hand up and down his shaft to get it nice and lubed. Alex’s eyes were locked on Jason’s cock. He started stroking at the base, very slowly. 

“Oh yeah, that feels better already.”

Alex said nothing.

“It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing,” Alex replied mechanically.

Jason sped up his jerking slightly, he began to slide further up, to the base of his mushroom head.

“Doesn’t jerking off feel good? Hell, yeah. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“The only thing better than jerking off is getting sucked off. It feels amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

“I know, right?”


Jason looked him dead in the eyes. “So, what are you waiting for?”

His eyes went wide with shock, and desire. He looked Jason in the eyes and Jason quickly glanced at his cock. Alex’s eyes followed, and stayed there.

“I…” stammered Alex, “I… Do you mean it? Can I?”

“Do it. Do it now.”

From where Alex was sitting on the couch, he was only a few feet away. Eyes fixated on Jason’s cock, he slowly bent down. Jason saw him quickly lick his lips as his mouth got closer and closer to the object of his desire.

Jason removed his hand from his cock.

“Go on,” he said, “touch it.”

Slowly, gingerly, Alex reached out his left hand until the tips of his fingers touched Jason’s shaft.

“That’s good. That’s a good start. Have you ever touched another man’s cock, before?”

He shook his head.

“Then grab it and start jerking me off.”

Alex wrapped his hand around the erect shaft. Then, slowly, he began to stroke Jason. Awkward at first, Alex soon got into a rhythm, sliding the full length of Jason’s penis.

“That’s good, Alex. That feels good.”

Jason saw a flash of pride in Alex’s eyes. He picked up his pace, just a little.

“Yeah, just like you were stroking yourself. Make me feel good, Alex, make me feel so good.”

Alex seemed almost like he was back in a trance. The world was falling away. There was Jason’s voice, and Jason’s cock. Nothing else mattered.

“Now Alex,” Jason continued, “Let’s feel that mouth. It’s time to fulfil your fantasies, and suck another man’s cock.”

Alex’s head drifted down, down, closer and closer until his mouth was less than an inch away from the head of Jason’s rock hard cock.

“Taste it.”

Alex’s tongue slid from his mouth, moving closer, until it finally reached the base of Jason’s head. Giving in to his desires, Alex pushed his tongue against the base of Jason’s head and slid it all the way up to the opening of his penis. Jason grinned. Alex might only have tasted the lube, but Jason’s pre-cum was now inside him for the first time.

“Don’t tease it,” Jason instructed, “take the head in your mouth.”

Opening wide, Alex lowered his mouth over the entire head, closed his lips over it, and began sucking eagerly.

“That’s good, Alex. That’s very good. Now, up and down, deeper each time. You want to go deeper, each time.”

Alex pushed harder, pulled back and repeated. His mouth was now sliding over the sensitive skin at the base of his head. Then down the shaft slightly. Then more, then more, then-

Alex gagged.

“It’s ok,” Jason immediately reassured him, “This is new to you. You’ll get better with practice.”

Alex nodded. He had just accepted he’d be doing this even more, without batting an eye.

“Just go as far down as you can without feeling like you’re going to gag. Don’t worry if you don’t make it all the way to the base on your first time out.”

Alex went right back to it. He wasn’t making it much more than halfway down the shaft, but Jason still felt amazing.

“Mmmm,” Jason moaned. “That feels good. Now… drift!”

Alex topped sucking midway through and just waited.

“Keep sucking.”

Alex went back to sliding his warm mouth down as far as he could.

“Swirl your tongue a little. Move it around.”

Alex was learning fast and began moving his tongue with purpose.

“Good boy.”

Alex let out a whimper, his mouth very full.

“Keep drifting. Just drift. And drift. Deeper into a trance. Deeper into Jason’s control. Suck faster.”

Alex sped up, the lube now gone, replaced by Alex’s saliva.

“Keep going. Just focus on that cock. Nothing else matters.”

Jason reached over to the coffee table as Alex sucked furiously. Grabbing his cell phone, Jason hit the camera button. As the pleasure grew, Jason managed to steady himself just long enough to snap a photo of his cock, deep in Alex’s mouth.

“Good boy. Keep going, my good boy. Be my good boy and make Jason feel good. Be my good boy and be a cocksucker. Jason is going to cum, and Alex wants Jason’s cum. Needs Jason’s cum. Craves Jason’s cum.”

Another muffled sound of agreement.

“Mmm. Suck me good, Alex. Be my good little cocksucker, my good boy. You’re going to taste my cum, swallow my cum, let my cum inside you. And you will never be the same again.”

As Alex sucked with every ounce of energy he could muster, Jason let himself relax. The pleasure was growing, Alex was a rookie, but the turn on of feeding him his first load ever, more than made up for it. He moaned, warm mouth and  soft tongue bringing him ever increasing pleasure.

“You need this. You want this. You crave this. You are a good boy and you want Jason’s cum. When it hits your mouth you will awake, remembering the sex, but not the trance itself. It will feel so good, so natural, so right as… I… mmm… mmm… can’t hold it. Get ready… Cumming!”

His load erupted from him like a geyser. Alex didn’t even flinch, greedily trying to suck up every drop. Jason had done it. Alex was his. And the photograph? That would make sure it would only get better from here.

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The Brainwash Lab Is Too Effective Hypnosis Story

Tyler couldn’t remember who he used to be, what his true given name had been before entering the lab. All he could remember was what he had been taught, what had been programmed into his brain.

He knew he was meant to satisfy those in power, the higher-ups that frequently visited the facility, and honestly, he was eager to do it. Perhaps it was a result of the insatiable sexual appetite the brainwashing process has instilled in his mind, or perhaps it was the fact that he might have been a sexual creature before being kidnapped. It didn’t really matter to him

What did matter was the fact that the higher-ups didn’t come as frequently as his high libido wished they would, and so Tyler had to find a loophole to enjoy some wild, gay sex more and more often.

His methods had come to the attention of the researchers and scientists who had developed the brainwashing technique used on every single subject, and it was a cause of great concern.

“At first it didn’t alarm us that he was trying to establish sexual encounters with other subjects. It was strange since their desires usually remain dormant until a higher-up arrives, but nothing to be truly concerned about. However, when he actually managed to manipulate the other men into thinking they needed to satisfy his sexual urges, that was when things made a turn for the worse,” the scientist in charge of investigating this occurrence explained to a review board, who would decide what to do with Tyler next. “He is a good specimen: has the potential to pleasure multiple men a day and his stamina is impressive. Losing him would be a waste.”

“So what do you propose? We can’t have one of our subjects out-cunning the system,” one of the supervisors replied, clearly not pleased by the turn of events. These kinds of errors weren’t supposed to happen, not in this facility.

“Andrew’s right. What if next he begins thinking he should hurt the higher-ups to get more for himself?” William, another of the men in suits and labcoats added.

“Your concerns are valid, but it’s important to note Tyler hasn’t displayed any aggressive behaviors. We believe he can be reprogrammed, and the results analyzed to avoid this kind of accident from happening again,” the young scientist replied. He had introduced himself to the board as Luke, but he doubted any of the men in front of him remembered any longer.

There was some debate, but in the end, they agreed it was worth a shot as long as Tyler was monitored daily for at least the following six months, and all his access to higher-ups was forbidden unless great security measures were introduced.

Luke was pleased by these results. After all, not only was Tyler a good specimen, but this situation granted a unique opportunity to reevaluate the brainwashing process. 

And so Tyler was taken back to the room all of the other victims only visited once, right after being placed in the facility for the first time. Naked and confused, he was strapped to a large gurney, several monitors surrounding his body, as well as odd-looking machines.

“Hello, Tyler, how are you feeling today?” Luke asked, approaching the handsome young man. Tyler was truly a looker, with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. His hair was brown and short, his eyes a bright shade of blue. Most subjects had empty stares most of the time, communicating among themselves only when necessary, but not Tyler. Tyler’s gaze looked sharp, filled with a lustful sort of determination.

“Horny as hell. I’d like to fuck someone right now… maybe you?” he suggested cheekily, and Luke promptly scribbled something on Tyler’s file.

“It’s good that you’re excited to have sex with other men, but you need to understand you’re here to please the higher-ups, not yourself,” Luke explained calmly, attaching small sensor patches over Tyler’s chest, inner legs and arms.

Of course Tyler’s cock was stiff as a board already. That was a good sign, as he had been brainwashed to get easily aroused, but paired up with everything else going on, it had to be evaluated in a different light.

“I just want to fuck, I don’t care who it is on the receiving end,” Tyler replied casually, just as Luke grabbed the bound man’s erection, making him groan loudly. “Yeah, jerk me off, fuck, that feels good!”

“I’m not going to do that,” Luke replied calmly, instead inserting the entire penis, up to Tyler’s lap, into a long tube, which would massage and stimulate the phallus during the brainwashing process, as well as collect important data. “Remember this isn’t about your pleasure. It’s never about your pleasure. You’re only here to please others. The higher ups.”

Activating a series of blinking lights and putting on black glasses specially designed to block the intense signals being bombarded at Tyler, Luke continued to calmly, soothingly repeat those words over and over again.

“You are here to bring pleasure to the higher-ups. You must not be selfish, you must not approach other subjects unless you are commanded to. You must only get hard when a higher-up walks up to you, or you are called to pleasure them,” Luke continued to speak, his voice interrupted only by the sucking noises emanating from the large tube entrapping Tyler’s cock entirely.

Tyler moaned rhythmically, trying and failing to thrust his hips up against the machine. He was strapped too tightly to do anything of the sort. That certainly didn’t stop him from trying, at least not during the first stage of the procedure.

“No, don’t thrust your hips up. This isn’t about your pleasure. You can thrust when fucking a higher-up, you can jerk off if ordered to. You can suck and get on your knees, but you must not search for pleasure from other subjects. You are submissive, you’re only here to serve others,” Luke continued to speak, repeating these sentences in certain orders, making notes on Tyler’s files, noting the reactions to every different combination.

A harder stimulation seemed to be more effective than a gentle one, he realized after a while, but it was important to avoid giving Tyler what he wanted. That meant, no orgasms until the process was over. Fortunately, the machine was calibrated to analyze the subject’s vital signals as well as the way and frequency of his cock’s twitches and throbbing motions, in order to avoid anyone lying on the gurney from cumming without authorization.

Whenever Tyler got too close to cumming, the machine slowed down and proceeded with a gentler massage to keep arousal levels high while keeping an orgasm safely out of reach. 

“No! Let me cum, fuck! Let me cum!” Tyler demanded angrily the first, second, and even third time this happened.

After an hour stuck there, his cock constantly massaged, the lights continuing to blink in pre-set intervals, Tyler’s demands had turned into pleas, and that was a step in the right direction. Not enough, but certainly a good sign.

“No demands, Tyler. Demands are bad. Manipulation is bad. You’re not here to find pleasure, you’re only here to grant it. You are a living sex toy for the higher-ups,” Luke continued through his list of fundamental reminders, though he adjusted them to fit Tyler’s high libido and cunning ways. This session would be far longer than a usual brain-washing procedure, certainly the longest one he had ever conducted.

Tyler whimpered as the machine slowed down once more, his cock stimulated to the very limit only for the sucking motions to become gentler all at once. His erection and the tube it was stuck inside were both coated in what seemed like an endless supply of precum. The machine allowed Luke to know precisely how much precum Tyler was producing, and this only helped to reassure his belief that this particular subject was worth the extra effort. He was a fine specimen, one that would bring incredible pleasure to those in charge, so why let his potential go to waste just because of a little hiccup?

“What are you here for?” Luke asked as the sucking motions regained their usual rhythm and intensity. “Tell me, who do you need to please?”

“M… me?” he asked slowly, clearly confused, bewildered. He had demanded pleasure before, but now the question confused him, not certain if he was entitled to any orgasm any longer, not without being commanded to enjoy one. 

“No… try again,” Luke replied calmly, increasing the frequency of the blinking lights to further Tyler’s trance. “Who are you here to please?”

“The higher-ups,” the handsome young man moaned, having stopped attempting to thrust his hips against the machine more than half an hour earlier. They were reaching the second-hour mark, a stunning record in Luke’s mind. Tyler was a magnificently determined young man, but no one was safe from the brainwashing techniques developed in this very lab.

“That’s good. And what about other subjects like you?”

“They aren’t important. Only higher-ups are important. I’ll fuck them if I’m told to, and nothing else. I’ll get hard if I’m ordered to,” Tyler replied between loud moans, his arousal so powerful, his need to cum almost impossible to resist. 

“You are a sexual creature, your libido high enough to need sex at every moment but unable to satisfy those needs unless you are commanded to,” Luke reminded him, and his words were answered only by a string of loud, almost desperate sounding moans.

At the beginning of the session, Tyler had been close to smug, demanding sex, demanding pleasure, and thinking himself as important as any of the facility’s higher-ups. That wasn’t the case any longer. The man lying in front of Luke was docile and waited for the scientist to speak to him in order to talk, focusing only on the strong sensations emanating from his dick, aching for an orgasm but no longer begging for one.

“Do you want to cum?” Luke asked softly, prompting the machine’s setting to a higher level still, one he had never tried before. It was programmed specially for Tyler’s session, and as soon as it was activated, the young man seemed to tense from head to toes, panting heavily.

“Ahhhhh! Yes, yes, let me cum, let me cum!” he screamed out loud, his docile behavior snapping away. He was quivering all over, trying and failing to thrust his hips up into the air. As Luke suspected, any intense peak in his arousal levels would activate that hidden part of his consciousness all over again.

He needed to continue the brainwashing process in this state, no matter how torturous it might be for Tyler. There was no way the young man would ever reach this level of stimulation and arousal in a common setting.

“No, you don’t get to make that demand. You don’t even get to ask for it, unless you are told to beg,” Luke said patiently, scribbling a few more words onto the file. He was documenting every single reaction, and would later be able to analyze the results from the different machines attached to Tyler’s body.

For the following ten or fifteen minutes, Tyler’s demeanor continued to be far from the desirable submissiveness expected from all subjects in the facility. He tried his best to push himself to orgasm, an impossible feat while connected to this machine. Every single time he was about to reach that boiling point, the sucking motions would simply slow down over and over again. The special lights installed in the room blinked at a speed Luke had never used in any of the procedures he had conducted before.

The young scientist continued to speak, reminding Tyler of his place, of his objective in life, over and over again, with no rush, no anger. Just constant repetition, over and over and over again until his patient stopped screaming for an orgasm.

Slowly, bit by bit, Tyler seemed to grow more docile all over again, even though his body continued to quiver, his every muscle tensed almost perpetually. His dick was releasing a record amount of precum, like nothing Luke had ever witnessed before. It was all being collected for further examination, of course. For now, the hypnosis was far more important than any of that, though, and so Luke focused on Tyler’s reactions instead.

It took almost one extra hour to get back to the desired demeanor. Docile, almost dazzled with pleasure and arousal, but unable or unwilling to beg for an orgasm even if he wanted to. 

“What do you want?” Luke asked, certain that the session was close to end, at long last. They had been in that room for over 3 hours, an incredible record Luke never thought one of his patients would reach.

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