Clovis focused every ounce of his attention on what I was doing and how Wyatt was reacting, in the hopes that Clovis would learn enough to hypnotize Wyatt himself, when I was gone. I kept to myself the realization that it was Clovis's intense concentration on my hypnotic induction that had caused Clovis to become hypnotized as well. When Wyatt had climbed into the bed on all fours, showing his jean covered butt to me, Clovis had been in seventh heaven. When Clovis saw Wyatt lower his head on the pillow, stick his butt up in the air and say how much he loved obeying me, it pushed Clovis over the edge, mentally. Clovis's desire to be submissive to Wyatt and the realization that Wyatt had become submissive and obedient to me, merged in Clovis's mind. He concluded that if Wyatt was controlled by me, and if he desired to be controlled by Wyatt, then it must stand to reason that now he was even more hypnotized and controlled by me than Wyatt was. Hence Clovis's calling me 'sir' was perfectly normal and natural to him.
This was interesting information. It explained what had happened to Clovis very nicely. Clovis wasn't in a state of super hypnosis, but I could easily fix that. A super hypnotic state would be necessary for me to control Clovis, and arrange things properly. I shoved that task to the side of my mind, as my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know something, which was strictly none of my business. I had the ability, the skill, and the opportunity to do a little snooping. It was wrong, but I did it anyway. (I'm no angel, dear reader, and I've never claimed to be.)
Mentally, I asked Clovis what he would do with Wyatt if he were ever alone with Wyatt and they had absolute privacy for several hours. The answer floored me. Clovis saw himself kneeling in front of Wyatt looking up at him. Clovis was dressed as he was now, with his cock in his jeans but his cock was still rock hard and pushing against his jeans in a determined effort to get out. Wyatt was dressed as he was now, in his cowboy working clothes. Clovis was telling Wyatt how much Clovis desired to please Wyatt. Clovis said he wanted to be "a good boy" for Wyatt. Clovis didn't say he loved Wyatt, but Clovis did admit he had strong sexual interests and desires for Wyatt. In Clovis's mind he buried his face in Wyatt's crotch licking and slurping the crotch and lower part of the fly of Wyatt's jeans, while Wyatt reached down with his hands and pressed Clovis's face all the deeper into the front of Wyatt's jeans. In his mind Clovis heard Wyatt utter the words "you're a good boy". Clovis moaned out loud several times as those thoughts, and that fantasy, played out in his mind.
How the hell did I get myself into things like this? Here I was exploring some randy gay cowboy's sexual fantasy, when the objective had been to help a completely different cowboy with his anger issues. Fate must've been having a good laugh at my expense. This was an intriguing tangent, but I just didn't have the time to explore it. I had to get back to the reason I was in this bunkhouse with two hot sexy cowboys. (And it wasn't to have sex with either one of them, dear reader.)
I looked at Clovis and it finally struck me. Somehow, Clovis had managed to enter the bunkhouse and secrete himself without Preston being aware of it. (Clovis had managed to do a lot of secreting, and was continuing to do so even now. Such thoughts while humorous were not helpful. I pushed them aside.) Come to think of it, Preston had managed the same thing. The bunkhouse door did not squeak when it moved on its hinges. The two cowboys could have easily entered the bunkhouse at slightly different times, and by quietly closing the door and moving carefully, kept their presence hidden from each other. They each had good reason to not want to be discovered hiding in the bunkhouse. This entire event in the bunkhouse was starting to look like a scene from a spy movie.
"Clovis, put your cock back in your jeans," I told him, as I turned my attention back to Clovis.
"Yes, sir!" Clovis replied. He suited actions to words and very quickly his cock was stuffed back into his snug jeans. Clovis did not seem too happy about it though. I suspected that getting that huge cock of his back in his jeans made him a little uncomfortable. He seemed content to lie there in the bed thinking about his sexual fantasies with Wyatt. I had to send him on his way, but I had to do it in a manner that would not arouse his suspicions or anyone else's. I reached down and placed my fingers on Clovis's forehead. I exerted my powers into his unresisting and open mind. First I removed from Clovis's mind, every shred of every memory of what happened in this bunkhouse from the moment that Clovis had entered the bunkhouse and started waiting for Wyatt and myself. I also removed the knowledge regarding the conversation between me and Mister Carson that Clovis had overhead. Thus he had no desire now to watch Wyatt being hypnotized because Clovis no longer knew that I had been asked to hypnotize Wyatt. A quick scan of Clovis as mine showed that he had a special place on the ranch where he went to be alone when he had to take care of business. Working so close to Wyatt and so many hours during the day close to Wyatt, caused Clovis too have to deal with the pent up excitement and frustration caused by being so physically close to Wyatt. I gave Clovis the wonderful memory that he'd gone to his special place and started fantasizing about Wyatt being hypnotized, and Clovis taking control of Wyatt's mind and body. I made it seem that Clovis had a very intense daydream, so intense that he started playing with himself and jerking himself off. I made note of the time which was now 11:45 AM. My instructions to Clovis were that when I removed my fingers from his forehead he would remain in a trance with his eyes wide open. He would leave the bunkhouse and go to his special place in the ranch, taking care to avoid having anyone see him as he made his way there. Once he had secreted himself in his special place, he would continue his sexual daydream fantasy about Wyatt and jerk himself off. When he came he would not cry out loud, but he would wake up completely coming out of his trance and not realizing that he had in fact been hypnotized by me. He would have no knowledge or memory of me whatsoever aside from the fact that I was a student at the ranch.
I checked that Clovis's mind had accepted and understood the instructions I've given him, I lifted my fingers from his forehead and stood back. I waited to see what would happen. Clovis opened his eyes. He sat up in the bed. He spun about towards me and placed his feet on the floor. He reached over, grabbed his cowboy hat and placed it on his head. He stood up. I took two steps away from him to make sure that there was no way I would block his egress from the bunkhouse. Clovis had that wonderfully blank empty look on his face of someone who is in very deep hypnosis. (It was that look, dear reader, which gave me my biggest thrill when doing hypnosis.) He turned away from me and without so much as a shred of recognition, walked to the bunkhouse door opened it and left the bunkhouse closing the door behind him. I sighed to myself as I watched that cute butt of his work its way out the door. Clovis had an eye catching ass in those snug dark blue jeans he was wearing.
Now at I could deal with Wyatt. I turned and walked over to Wyatt who was still lying on the bed with that shit eating grin plastered on his cute cowboy face. Time was running short, so I would have to wake him up. First I bent over and placed my fingertips on his forehead. I scanned his mind searching for any memory trace or even a hint that he had been aware of the conversations that had taken place during the previous 30 to 45 minutes. Nothing registered on his conscious mind and his subconscious mind seemed clear as well. Carefully I reinforced the idea that Wyatt had spent the last 45 minutes or so deeply hypnotized, relaxing and enjoying the profound calmness that comes from entering a deep hypnosis session. He remembered listening to me taking him deeper in slow small steps, and he enjoyed the process. I also included the notion that Wyatt was not all upset or concerned that he gone so deeply into hypnosis in his first session with me. I gave him a feeling of pride in accomplishment that he was such a good subject, and even more in control of himself than when we started. (It's been my experience dear reader, that first time subjects who go very deep sometimes get scared of hypnosis and the hypnotist.) Wyatt and I still had some work to do, which would involve me hypnotizing him again. I didn't want a fight on my hands.
"Wyatt." I said clearly. I paused for a second. "Can you hear me Wyatt?" I asked him. I had to check that he was listening to me, before I gave him any instructions.
"Yes, boss. I can hear you," Wyatt replied.
Good. "At the count of five, Wyatt you will awaken from your deep and pleasant hypnotic trance, and be your normal self in every way," I told him. "When you hear me say the phrase 'cowboy clown', though, you instantly drop back down into this state of hypnosis or an even deeper state than this. If you are standing or sitting, you will remain standing or sitting when you enter your trance. If you are lying on a bed or a sofa, or even on the floor though, your body will go totally limp as you relax every muscle in your body and return to your deep level of trance. Do you understand?" I asked.
"Yes, boss," Wyatt answered a half a second later. "I understand. When you say 'cowboy clown', I go down, down into your hypnotic control boss." (Well you had to give the man credit for originality, if nothing else, dear reader.)
"One. Starting to come up and back to your normal state now, Wyatt. Two. Coming up more and feeling the need for more oxygen so you take in a deep breath." I could see Wyatt's chest suddenly expand as he sucked into a lungful of air. "Three starting to move and stretch now." Wyatt's arms slid along the bunk bed as he dragged his outstretched arms up from the sides of his body towards his head, much in the same manner that children make angles in the snow when they lie on snow covered ground. Wyatt moved his arms up past his head and gave a mighty stretch. "Four eyes starting to blink. Almost there now." Wyatt's struggled to open his eyes. "And five. Wide awake. Wake up now, Wyatt!" I barked the last sentence at Wyatt to be sure he had awakened.
"Wha....what happened? Where am I?" Wyatt asked, looking about the bunkhouse as if he was unsure of where he was. Wyatt raised his torso up off the bed with both arms and swivelled his head back and forth as he took in his location. "Oh yeah the greenhorn," Wyatt said with a snarl as he focused his attention back on me. "So when you gonna git started? When are ya gonna try and hypno me?" the last question was asked with a clear note of disdain in his voice.
"You've been under for a good 45 minutes Wyatt," I said with just a touch of glee in my voice. "Check your watch." I flashed Wyatt my warmest smile.
Wyatt looked at me with a mixture of doubt and disbelief and a dash of dawning comprehension thrown in. He studied his watch for a few seconds and then looked up at me. At first he looked surprised, then confused and finally concerned.
"It's okay Wyatt. Good subjects often lose all sense of time when they're in a very deep hypnotic trance. Now just think for a few seconds and you'll realize that you do feel oh so much better than you have a very long time. You also remember every single thing that happened from the moment I started the induction, until I woke you up now. You even know about the trigger I gave you to return you to a state of hypnosis." I stayed quiet for a few moments as I let Wyatt's mind adjust to these facts and accept them. "So what do you think? Shall we have a short conversation and find out why you're always so angry with everybody? That is why Mr. Carson asked me to talk with you."
Wyatt just looked at me not saying a word. The man was just as stubborn as before I hypnotized him. I waited a few moments longer before I spoke. "So what do you think? Shall we have a short conversation and find out why you're always so angry at everybody?" I had asked the same questions again, just to be sure Wyatt understood them.
"I think I should get the hell out of here!" Wyatt exclaimed as he bolted off the bed and ran for the bunkhouse door.
"Cowboy clown!" I called out to him. Mr. self-assured cowboy had just undergone a transformation into a scared little boy. It looked like I was gonna have to do this the hard way. Why is it never easy? Wyatt froze in his tracks about half way to the bunkhouse door. Slowly he stood up straight for just a moment and then his body slumped down as his chin touched his chest. (Now if you've been paying close attention, dear reader, you may have possibly come to the conclusion that Wyatt was back in his trance.) "Come over here and stand in front of me Wyatt, with your head held up in a normal position. Your body will feel so relaxed and comfortable and you'll continue to go deeper and deeper into trance with each and every passing second. "
"Yes, boss," Wyatt called out in a timid voice. Slowly he raised his head and turned about. With slow, almost hesitant steps, he walked back towards me. He stopped when he was standing about six inches from me. His face was calm, but as I studied his eyes for a moment I could see a shadow of fear way in the back. Right now he was more of a slippery fish than a cowboy.
"Wyatt, do you remember your trance with me a few minutes ago?" I asked him. Oh, this was going to be good.
"Yes, boss," Wyatt answered.
"Do you remember what you said you were when you were feeling so good and you didn't want me to stop stroking your butt in those nice tight jeans of yours?" I prompted him. Wyatt was all set up for the knockout punch, and he had no idea it was heading his way.
"Yes boss. I said I was your good little hypnotized cowboy slave. I. That. That's what I am now ain't I boss? I'm your good little hypnotized cowboy slave. I love being controlled by you, boss." Wyatt said a few moments later. He looked at me a second longer and then the shit eating grin was back on his face, and his eyes were sparkling with contentment as his entire body relaxed. He stood there at ease, the tension drained from his body. His face showed the happiness he felt to be back in hypnosis and under my control. In this mental state, Wyatt would be much less reluctant to answer my questions.
I decided to be direct. "Wyatt why are you so aggressive with the other ranch hands? Why do you seem so angry with them and quarrelsome with them all the time? You must tell me the truth, my good little hypnotized cowboy slave. It will make you feel so much better to be honest with me, because obeying me when you are hypnotized makes you so happy. It turns you on too, doesn't it my good little cowboy slave? You love to be hypnotized and hard, and showing me that big bulge in the front of your jeans. Answer my questions truthfully, and your cock gets harder and happier. Lie and you get soft." I was really pushing Wyatt, but I didn't have time to drag things out, much as I might have wanted to do so.
"I'm afraid the other guys will find out I'm gay. Some of them are damn sexy men, and I get angry at them so that they won't see me get hard, 'cause if they did then they'd know. When I get angry I get soft. If Mister Carson found out I was gay, I know he'd fire me. I really like him. He's a handsome man, boss. I think maybe I have a crush on him." Wyatt was perfectly calm while telling such private information to me. His only reaction was the noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans. It was a pretty good bet that was the result of his telling the truth. He was in a state of super hypnosis, remember, and in that state what I say is law.
"Thank you Wyatt. Now please lie down on the bunkhouse bed as you were before, my good little hypnotized cowboy slave," I told him.
"Yes sir, boss," Wyatt agreed happily. It took him only moments to resume his position on the bunkhouse bed. I smiled and almost giggled as Wyatt climbed on the bed on his hands and knees and then lowered his head down to the pillow so his butt was once again sticking up in the air. I had not been specific about what position I wanted him in, and he had chosen the one that he wanted. God that was a tempting sight. That sexy cowboy bum in those snug light blue Wrangler jeans waving in the air, just begging to be caressed. My fingers ached to retrace the paths they had walked less than a half an hour ago. I knew that if Andy was here, he would approve. I could feel that clearly.
"On your back please, Wyatt," I told him. (Would the slut puppy gallery please keep the boos and hisses to a minimum? I know you guys wanted to play with Wyatt a bit more but I had a little work to do and not enough time. I'm a master of super hypnosis, not a master of time and space. If you want that, contact Dr. Who.)
"Awww boss, do I have to?" Wyatt complained as he carried out my instructions. It took him only a few moments to lower himself on to the bed and then turn himself over so he was lying on his back. "I wanted you to grab my ass again, boss."
I ignored his comments. It wasn't easy, but I did it. "Wyatt is there something in your mind that when you think of it, you get completely turned off sexually, and it makes you get soft?" I asked him.
"Yes boss, when I think of..." He started to answer.
"Don't tell me what it is Wyatt. I just want you to fix that image in your mind. Now, whenever you need to hide your sexual reaction to a good looking guy or an arousing situation, recall that image into your mind, and your cock will get soft. You will still be aroused, but you will be able to keep your cock soft, and thus hide your reaction. Do you understand? Does that sound like a good idea, Wyatt?" I ask him.
"Yes, boss. It sounds wonderful. Do you think it will work?" Wyatt asked.
I looked at the front of Wyatt's jeans where there was a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. "You're hard now Wyatt. Try what I just suggested." I ordered him.
"Yes boss," he replied. His face went blank for a few seconds.
I looked down at the front of his jeans and saw the bulge deflate as if someone had let the air out of it.
"Wow, boss. It worked like magic," he said happily.
"Once you stop thinking about that image, notice what happens Wyatt," I told him.
"I'm getting hard again, boss," Wyatt said happily. A quick glance down at the front of Wyatt's light blue snug Wrangler jeans confirmed that development.
"So now you have a solution to your problem, Wyatt. You don't have to get angry at the other ranch hands anymore. When you wake up you will remember all these suggestions and they will work for you. You will remember all the details of your session with me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, boss. Thank you, boss," Wyatt answered.
"Is there anything you would like to experience before I take you out of your hypnotic trance?" I asked him.
"Is there some way you could really make me feel controlled, boss?" Wyatt asked after a brief pause.
Suddenly an evil idea popped into my head. "As I am talking to you, you feel sturdy ropes being tied about your ankles and wrists." I told him. Wyatt wiggled around on the bed, and his breathing quicken. The bulge in the front of his jeans became larger. His arms and legs moved about slightly as if someone was doing something with them. Maybe as if someone was slipping ropes around his ankles and wrists?
"Now you feel the rope attached to your right wrist is starting to slowly be pulled taunt," I informed him. I smiled to myself as I saw Wyatt's right arm and hand begin to move across the surface of the bed. At first his right hand and arm moved out and away from the right side of his body, until his right arm was straight and lying out from his body at about a 90° angle. Now his straightened right arm moved upward towards the head of the bed in a smooth arc. Wyatt let out a few small moans while wiggling his torso and hips about on the bed. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Wyatt was enjoying himself. It looked as if my evil little idea was bang on target. In well under a minute Wyatt's right arm was pointing to the head of the bed and stretching as far as it could go. Wyatt's breathing became ragged for a few seconds until he adjusted to the new position of his right arm. "The rope attached to your right wrist has been pulled as tight as it can be. How do you like that Wyatt?" I taunted him. I knew damn well he liked it, but the evil part of me couldn't resist drawing out the scenario.
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