Ethan and Mark

"Yesss..." Mark moaned.

Ethan parted Mark's ass cheeks, and stared at his hole. He was trembling now, trembling with arousal and with the power. He was about to fuck Mark now, fuck hypnotized Mark in the ass. And Mark would let it happen, because he had been told to. Ethan just shook his head. He felt like a king.

He maneuvered into position, and guided his cock down against the hole. He took a deep breath, savoring the scene. This was addictive. Then he pushed gently, and stared as he saw Mark's asshole yield, and saw the tip of his own cock slip inside. He grabbed Mark's sides, and began sliding deeper, slowly. It went smoothly - he could feel Mark's hole clenching and relaxing. Twice, Mark mumbled "wait", and then Ethan paused, and pulled out a little bit, counting to thirty before pressing in again. But that was it. Then his cock was in. Buried to the hilt in hypnotized Mark's ass.

Ethan reached up and stroked Mark's shoulders, back, his sides, and his ass. He stared in fascination at the sight of his cock disappearing in between the cheeks. He was close to cumming from just sitting there.

He'd kept up the talking, just a steady patter of hypnotic language, to keep Mark secure and steady in trance. But now it was time for the high point. Ethan didn't know where he'd gotten the idea. It had just sort of appeared in his mind, while he was waiting for Mark to come back from the kitchen.

"You have my cock in your ass now," he said, and was surprised by how hoarse he sounded. "You are being fucked. You have submitted to me, and I have dominated you. My cock dominates you. I am in control, and you have submitted."

Mark kept moaning, inarticulate sounds with something that sounded like a moaning hissing yes weaved in. Ethan told him, over and over, what their roles were.

"Now," Ethan said, "I am going to remove my cock from your ass, and wake you up. I will count to three and snap my fingers, and then you will wake up completely, and come out of trance. You will no longer be hypnotized at all. You will be free to do what you want. But. You will wake up feeling heavy and limp and relaxed, and you will stay where you are on the bed and think about what you will choose. You have a choice to make. Once you are awake, you can ask me to release you. I will then hypnotize you again, and block you from being hypnotized again. I will not be able to hypnotize you any more after that, and neither can anyone else, ever again. You will be safe. Nobody will be able to take you over and dominate you, and you will have a shield in your mind that prevents anyone from hypnotizing you ever again, for the rest of your life. The other choice, is that you ask me to fuck you. If you ask me to do that, I will. I will fuck your ass again, and then you will be mine. You will willingly submit to me then, and you will be mine. I will hypnotize you again, and I will dominate you. That's the choice you have, and you will make the choice when you wake up. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Mark said, his voice flat.

"Good." Ethan pulled his cock out of Mark's ass, and stopped the spiral. "I will count to three now. You will wake up from trance, coming back to fully awake, coming back into the room, and remember your choice. One. Waking up now, feeling yourself coming back into your body, the detachment going away. Two. You feel heavy, relaxed and limp, and feel good, as you wake up more and more. Three. You are fully awake now. Completely awake, and no longer hypnotized.

Mark blinked, then shut his eyes. He felt very heavy, very relaxed, and he knew just where he was. On his bed, naked, newly - fucked. He could feel it, in his mind. The choice. It seemed to hover in his mind, and it felt strange but good, to feel it in his mind, put there by Ethan. He wondered if he could do something else, get up from the bed and do something else, but he felt so heavy and so relaxed, and the choice felt so big and important, right in the center of his mind.

It wasn't alone there. His fantasies swirled around it. Option one: a mental shield, keeping him safe from ever being hypnotized again. No more wimpy weakness and submission. He would be a strong, independent man. Option two: yielding to the... terrible desire. Becoming hypnotized again, and waking up, as - what? He didn't know. Images swirled in his mind. Leashes, crystals, spirals, of standing naked in strange rooms, strangers looking at him, and - doing other things. Of helplessly going under when Ethan told him to. He groaned. It wasn't a choice, not really. His cock throbbed under him, the only thing that was hard in his limp body. He couldn't choose. He couldn't throw that away. He remembered, down through the years, every time hypnosis had come up, how fascinated he had been, and how he'd realized his cock liked it too, once he hit puberty. It loved it. He loved it. Craved it. He couldn't throw that away. He just - couldn't.

He lay still for a moment, breathing slowly, feeling his body relax even deeper into the bed. He smiled to himself as he thought of his future. He didn't know, of course. He had no idea what Ethan would do to him. And it was stupid, in so many ways. It was stupid, and embarrassing, and he was clearly thinking with his cock, not his brain, and maybe he was throwing away his future. But... the images swirled. The memories too, of how it had felt to be in trance, and - to be fucked. He didn't have a choice. Ethan must have known that, somehow. Mark chuckled softly, and realized that that meant he was already being dominated, already in Ethan's power.

"Ethan," he said, surprised at how calm he sounded.

"Yes," Ethan said.

Mark paused, and licked his lips. He felt like he was made of lead. "Fuck me," he said.

He heard Ethan draw in his breath. He didn't have the energy to turn his head.

"Are you sure?" Ethan said, placing one hand on his ass. Mark closed his eyes.

"Yes," he said.

"Even though you know what it means."

"Yes."

"I will fuck you, and I will hypnotize you, and you will submit to me. You will be mine. Forever."

"Yes," Mark said.

"Very good," Ethan said. Mark felt him climb back on the bed, and back on top of him. He smiled as he felt Ethan sit down on this thighs, and part his ass cheeks again. Then he felt Ethan's cock against his asshole. He felt like an asshole himself. Soft, pliant, yielding, ready to be opened, penetrated, filled by the hard power of his hypnotist. This was so wrong, so dumb. But so brain-numbingly hot.

Ethan's cock pushed against his hole, and he relaxed it. The hard, warm shaft slid in, pushing him open, stretching him out. He felt almost entranced already, as he felt himself going even heavier, and limper. The cock slid in easily this time, and Mark felt Ethan lower himself down onto his back.

"You're being fucked," Ethan said, his mouth right next to Mark's ear. Mark moaned. "I'm fucking you. Because I want to. Because I'm stronger than you, more powerful. I dominate you. I control you."

Mark heard himself whimper, and clenched his ass around Ethan's cock. It began to slowly slide in and out.

"And now I'm going to hypnotize you again. Look at my phone. The spiral is paused. I will start it again, and you will stare at it, stare into it, and you will go right down into trance, go right back into deep hypnosis, unable to resist me, unable to resist your hypnotist." Ethan was panting and almost growling, and gripped his shoulders hard. The contrast between Ethan's power and force, thrusting into him, and his own total limpness and submission, was so huge, and so delicious.

Mark stared at Ethan's phone. The spiral came to life. Mark moaned again, and felt himself being sucked back into the spiral. He felt his mind glide into it, into the tunnel, leaving everything else behind. And then there was only the spiral.

The next day, Ethan felt invincible. He'd been on a high since he left Mark yesterday, left him drowsing in light trance, with instructions to wake up when he heard his phone. Ethan had called from the street outside. Now he had finished recording, and paced restlessly. Waited.

They'd texted and agreed on the time. Ethan had taken out his cock and masturbated while he answered. He hadn't been surprised, he had felt sure that Mark would obey his commands. But the thrill of seeing it confirmed... He'd never known he'd love being a hypnotist this much. He felt like he'd found his calling, even though he sure couldn't see this as a job, and being a clinical hypnotist seemed rather - bland, in comparison. But he couldn't let this go, no way.

The doorbell rang, and Ethan ran down the stairs to open.

Mark felt nervous, but put on a bright smile as Ethan opened the door.

"Hi," he said, "I thought -"

"Quiet," Ethan said. "Come in."

Mark felt Ethan's arousal quivering in the air as he went in and took off his shoes. Or maybe it was his own. Or both. He was definitely aroused - he felt his cock putting a bulge in his trousers. He was wearing his best suit - his only suit - and last time he'd worn it, at the graduation ball, he'd had to do some careful moves to hide that bulge from his dance partner, the beautiful Jenny. She'd had a very nice dress. Now, he wasn't thinking of Jenny, and he didn't need to hide his erection.

Ethan looked at him, very obviously letting his gaze roam up and down his body. Mark hoped he looked okay - he'd dressed as carefully as he could. Suit, tie - he'd even ironed his white shirt. He'd tried to look as masculine as he could. It was straight out of his fantasies, and he was not going to miss the chance.

Then Ethan stepped close, and raised his hands, holding a dog collar. Mark stared, and felt himself shudder as Ethan put it around his neck and stepped back. Holding his leash.

"Come," Ethan commanded, and led him on a tour through the house. It was empty, thank goodness, but Mark still felt very much on display. Very deliciously on display. Ethan led him up the stairs, and into his room. He pointed at the floor. Mark sank to his knees. Ethan hung the leash on the bed post.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his hands on his knees.

"To, to submit," Mark gulped.

"To submit," Ethan said, and nodded. "Submit what?"

"My, mind and my, ooohh, my bo-body," Mark felt himself swaying back and forth. He was sweating. He was unbelievably horny.

"Submit to who?"

"To, to you, to my, my hyp-hypnotist!" Mark felt Ethan's hand taking his chin, lifting his head.

"Good," Ethan said, and pulled down his shorts. Mark stared at his cock, and whimpered. "Kiss it, and then lick it, and keep licking while I talk," Ethan ordered. Mark leaned in, and did so.

"When you leave here today," Ethan said, "my cock will own you. You will be its property. You will do anything for it. Anything to see it, to touch it, to lick it, to kiss it and suck it, and of course, to be fucked by it. It will be in the back of your mind all the time, always, whatever you are doing. When you think about it, you will become so horny you need to stroke your own cock. It will feel fantastic, but it will be embarrassing too. Shameful. You will be embarrassed to know you are owned by a penis. That you're so desperate to obey a prick, a willie, a soft dangling thing that I use to pee. But then you will think about it, and see it in your mind, when it's hard and thick, and then you will be helplessly horny. You'll be a toy and a plaything, a toy for my cock. And you will love it. Now stand up, hypno-submissive."

Mark rose unsteadily to his feet. He felt completely overwhelmed already and stared wide-eyed at Ethan.

"Hah," Ethan said, and removed the dog collar. "We won't need this. You already have one." He tugged at Mark's tie. Mark felt like he was about to pass out.

"Look here," Ethan said and held up his phone. Mark gasped and stared at the spiral. The image of the spiral. A still image.

"Yes, it's still," Ethan continued. "But it works anyway. You can feel it. Feel your mind slip into trance. Not deep yet, just into a light trance, making your mind go a little bit empty, a little bit blank, making it hard to think. It's easier to just obey, just do what you're told. Take off your clothes, but leave your tie." Ethan turned his phone around and held it up - filming?

Mark felt detached again, but he was aware, vaguely, of his hands moving, taking off and dropping his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt, transforming him from a strong independent man in a suit into a weak hypno-submissive, passively waiting to be taken and turned into a cock toy. He'd never been so horny in his life.

He left his shirt for last, and stood for a moment, trembling, wearing only tie and open shirt, his cock hard. Then he dropped his shirt behind him. Ethan grinned at him and lowered his phone.

"Good," Ethan said, and reached out, loosened the tie knot, and pulled the tie up over his head. Then he leaned in and put it around Mark's cock and balls. Mark whimpered. Ethan stepped back and held up his phone again. Then he turned it around, and flashed the spiral at Mark's face again. Mark felt himself getting dazed.

"That's good," Ethan said. "Just slip a little deeper into trance. Become a little bit more obedient. Now come here." Ethan grabbed the tie and tugged gently. Mark allowed himself to be led, on his cock leash, over to the bed.

"Get on the bed," Ethan said. "On all fours." Mark clambered up, and positioned himself, ass towards his - hypnotist. Ethan got up behind him, and reached in, cupping his balls, squeezing his cock, and tugging on the tie. Mark closed his eyes and just stood there.

"You've already submitted to me," Ethan told him. "You obey me, and you belong to me. Now, it's time to find your proper place." The bed moved as Ethan undressed. Mark stood still, eyes closed.

He felt Ethan's hands on his ass, and felt something press against it, in the middle, right between his ass cheeks. It pressed hard, and slid in between the soft mounds, and touched his hole. He moaned.

"This is my cock," Ethan said. "It owns you. You're just a toy for it, and a servant. You're not my servant, or my toy, you're my cock's toy. You'll be hypnotized into serving and pleasing it." Ethan pressed in from behind, pushing Mark's asshole open. Mark moaned, and relaxed his ass, letting Ethan's cock slide in slowly.

"This is where you belong," Ethan said. "This feels like home for you. This is what you always want. This is my cock's favorite way to play, and you are its toy. You are always willing to play like this." Mark just nodded. He wasn't hypnotized yet, not really, but he felt helpless, and blank. It was utterly wonderful.

Ethan held his cock in Mark for a while, and ran his hands over his body. This was just the setup, but of course this was pretty fantastic in itself. Mark was like putty in his hand. And his mind would soon be like jelly. Ethan did a few slow strokes in and out, then pulled out.

"Lie down on your belly," he said. Mark obeyed without a sound, Ethan made sure the tie came out between his legs. That looked good and submissive - and Ethan suddenly realized this could be a great trigger and craving for Mark, to give him an urge to wear a tie around his cock and balls, and then be helplessly submissive to whoever held his leash. Chuckling to himself, Ethan arranged his phone in front of Mark, and propped his head up with pillows. Mark would be going deep, and it would be better if he could relax his head.

"Time to go under for me, Ethan said. "You'll stare at the spiral and drop deep, and be programmed. When you wake up, my cock will own you, and the spiral will be in your mind, able to hypnotize you with a word from me." Ethan plugged a pair of earbuds into Mark's ears. He tapped his phone and started the spiral and his recording. More than one hour of hypnosis. It would be really interesting to see how Mark felt when he woke up.

"Yes," Mark said, "I am ready," in response to Ethan's recorded voice. "I am staring at the spiral, and letting it hypnotize me."

Ethan watched for a minute or so, and saw how Mark's body visibly relaxed. Ethan went off to clean himself, and then came back. He sat in his chair and stroked his cock, and watched Mark go even more limp and relaxed, his face going slack and blank.

Still stroking his cock, Ethan went up to the window - and took a quick step back. There was someone in the window in the neighboring house. It was just a glimpse before the figure stepped back. Their neighbor again. Ethan frowned and went back to his chair. He knew the neighbor had seen him and Josh fuck, and apparently he liked what he saw. Ethan had caught him, always very briefly, standing behind a curtain but leaning out to see, and yes, with his cock in his hand. Ethan had been surprised - he'd known that neighbor for years, and he'd always been nice, although pretty anonymous.

"I am a toy," Mark said in a monotone voice. "I am owned by Ethan's penis. My purpose is to serve and pleasure Ethan's penis. I am a penis toy."

Mark was going through the repeating cycles, and brought deeper and deeper into trance between each. Ethan was writing notes on his laptop, and stroked his cock now and then.

The doorbell rang. Ethan grabbed shorts and t-shirt and went down to open, and let Josh in. He'd sent him a message before they'd started.

"Wow," Josh said as he entered Ethan's room and saw Mark, naked and hypnotized. "Wow... Is he...?"

"Deep in trance," Ethan said. "Being programmed with his set of instructions."

"I..." Josh said, shaking his head. "I can't believe it - you can, can hyp-hypnotize anyone!" He was staring at Mark.

"Yep," Ethan said. "Or, maybe. I don't know that yet. But you, yes, and Mark, yes. Let's see if you remember your suggestions." He dropped his shorts and sat in his chair, leaning back, spreading his legs. His cock jutted out. Josh tore his gaze away from Mark, and saw it. He grinned and went down on his knees.

"Yes, I sure do," he said, running his hand up and down the shaft, smiling happily down at it. "I love your cock," he said, and bent his head to take the tip in his mouth. "I know it's the hypnosis, but I love it, I really do. Will Mark love it too?" He bent further down, and took half the cock into his mouth, and licked it.

"No," Ethan said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. "He will need it. He will obey it, and serve it."

"Mmhm," Josh said, slowly swallowing more and more of Ethan's cock.

Ethan opened his eyes and looked down, at his hypnotized friend sucking his cock. Then he looked at the bed, at the hypnotized guy lying there, being trained and conditioned into a cock-toy. He laughed softly and looked around the room. He could fit a few more guys in here. But then he'd need more space.

Thoughtfully, he looked towards the window.