If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. This story is a work of fiction written for my amusement and yours. I have added a lot of fantasy to the very little I know about hypnosis. As they say on television, do not try this at home. Please leave hypnosis to the professionals.
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Chapter Two
Jake
I found myself thinking about Josh at lunch the next day. Not so much about his perfect pink hole, but about him. I had been in such a bad mood when I walked into the bar the night before and yet I thoroughly enjoyed the hour or so I spent talking to Josh there. He was more than a pretty butt; he was a nice guy. I thought about his 'problem' and wondered if I could really do anything about it even if I agreed to try. It had been a long time since I'd done anything with hypnosis and I'd never tried anything like this. In school, I had done mostly the kind of stuff Josh had talked about, entertainment. I knew all kinds of things were possible through hypnosis but I wasn't sure how good I was. Then again, a lot would depend on how good a subject Josh was.
I thought about it off and on over the next week. I spent Saturday night at Teri's place. We fought twice and fucked once. That was pretty much the standard ratio lately. She wanted to go to church Sunday morning so I headed home. As I drove past Connexions, I thought of Josh again. When I got home I went into the den and searched my bookshelves, finally finding the hypnosis textbook I hadn't looked at in years. I spent most of the afternoon leafing through it, stopping several times to try to apply what was in it to Josh's case. By the time I put the book back on the shelf I knew I had made up my mind. I was going to try it. I was going to have to be careful, though. I'd enjoyed hypnotizing my friends in college just a little too much and I already had enough temptation in my life.
After my last patient had left on Monday, I went through my computer files and found a template for my standard patient release form. I read it through a couple of times. Some of the stuff in there didn't really apply and I thought of a few other things that ought to be included. I copied the form and made the changes. I got out Josh's patient file and filled in all of the personal information on the amended form and then printed out a few copies. I checked the file for Josh's phone number, picked up the telephone and dialed. After the fourth ring his answering machine picked up. I was surprised at how my pulse quickened at the sound of his voice. At the tone, I left a brief message.
"Hi Josh, this is Jake Howard. I was thinking about our talk at the bar last week and maybe I can help you. Give me a call at home any evening this week and we can talk about it."
I left my home number and hung up. No backing out now.
Josh
I went back to Connexions every night after meeting Jake there. I knew he wasn't likely to ever stop in there again, but I kept hoping. At least over the weekend my friends were all there and I had a good time with them so it wasn't like I was just moping and getting drunk at the bar. I worked late on Monday and stopped for a burger on the way home. When I got in I saw the light blinking on the answering machine. I started to get hard at the first sound of his voice. It turned me on so much that I didn't even hear what he said. When I played the message back again I was beside myself with excitement. He was gonna do it!
I got a beer from the fridge and forced myself to sit and calm down. I kept reminding myself that he was straight, that this wasn't about sex. Well, not about me and him having sex, anyway. But even if he wasn't so hot I would have been excited. He was going to try to help me get something I really wanted. I knew I was thinking about hypnosis as some kind of magic wand and I had to remind myself that it might not work. Even if it didn't I would be still spending some time with Jake. That in itself was nice. I really did like him, sex appeal aside.
I didn't want to seem too desperate but I couldn't wait so I called him back right away. He answered on the second ring. Oh God, that deep voice.
"Hi Jake, it's Josh. I got your message."
"You sure didn't waste any time calling back. I just got in."
"So did I. When do you think we can do it? The hypnosis I mean." Fuck! I didn't mean to make it sound like that. If he thought I was after his body he'd probably drop the whole idea.
"We have to talk a bit first, Josh. I need to explain to you what's involved, how it works. I want you to understand what we're going to try. Then I have to see if you're a good subject. Some people are easier to hypnotize than others."
"Okay, that makes sense. When do you want to start?"
"How about tomorrow evening, if you're not busy? You could come over here to my place and we could see how it goes."
"That sounds great, Jake. I can't wait to get started."
"Remember, Josh, I'm not promising anything. We'll just have to try it and see if it works."
Jake
It was hard to keep my mind on my patients the next day. I kept thinking about meeting Josh that evening. The more I thought about it the more intrigued I was by the whole thing. I'd never tried anything like this before but I'd always been fascinated with hypnosis and hadn't done it in a while. There was nothing sexual in my excitement. I knew that even if everything went as well as we both hoped I wouldn't be seeing that sweet anus again. Our sessions were simply going to be about relaxation training. Still, I couldn't help but keep in the back of my mind that the purpose of the relaxation was to make it possible for that hole to be fucked.
I had my den set up for Josh when he arrived. The first thing I did was explain how hypnosis worked and assure him that it was safe. If he turned out to be a good candidate, we would be using hypnosis as a tool to enable him to do what he wanted.
"I can't make you do anything you really don't want to, anything you're fundamentally opposed to, while you're under, Josh. I'm only going to reinforce what you already want."
"Are you sure about that? I thought people could be forced to do anything while in a trance."
"No, not anything. You have to be willing to go along, at some level. It's like people who use hypnosis to quit smoking. It only works if the subject really wants to quit."
"Okay, shall we start? What do I have to do?"
"First, I have a form for you to read and sign." He looked puzzled. "Don't worry, it's just the doctor in me coming out. My malpractice insurance company has me well-trained. I know what we're doing here isn't a doctor-patient thing, but this will help us both understand what we're doing. Basically, it says that I've explained what we're going to try, that you are doing this voluntarily and that you won't hold me responsible in case things go horribly wrong."
His eyes nearly popped out of his head and I laughed.
"Relax! I'm just kidding about the last part. Nothing can possibly go wrong with what we're going to do. It may not work, but that's about the worst that can happen. The most important thing here is that you trust me completely. I give you my word that we won't do anything you don't want to and that we will try to accomplish what you do want."
"I haven't known you long, but I do trust you, Jake."
Josh
Jake had a beautiful townhouse in Florham Park. It really put my little garden apartment to shame. Of course, he is a few years older than me and he's a professional who obviously makes a lot more than me. He took me into the den and explained what this was all about and had me sign some kind of release. As much as I wanted the hypnosis to work and I wanted to get on with it, I was enjoying just hanging out with him. We were finally ready for the test and he had me lie down on the couch.
"Okay, Josh, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to put headphones on you to block out all outside sound. Then I'll talk to you through this microphone. The only sound you'll hear is my voice. I'm also going to turn out all the lights and have the room in total darkness. You'll have no distractions. Your whole world will be my voice."
I got comfortable on the couch and he put on the headphones. I was about to close my eyes when the room went totally dark. I hadn't really paid attention to the curtains at the windows but they must have been thick because they completely blocked out all light. He began talking to me, slow and steady, deep and reassuring. I was glad it was dark in the room because I just knew I was going to spend the whole session with a hardon tenting out my pants.
His voice was so relaxing and he went through several scenarios. He started me with some deep breathing exercises. Then he went through this relaxation thing, where I had to focus on each muscle in my body, starting at my head and working down, consciously willing each muscle to relax. It seemed to work. I really was more relaxed than I could remember. I had been so excited when I got to the townhouse and tension goes along with excitement, but all of that was gone. He had me imagine being on a series of escalators, going down, down, down into a dark warm safe place. He talked about how wonderful it was to relax, how great life was when one wasn't tense. He had me imagine all kinds of social situations in which I was totally at ease, just having a great time with no worries, no tension. Everything he said made me feel great. His voice made me feel great.
There was only one problem, though. I was totally aware of everything he was saying, thinking about it, reflecting on it, wondering how it was helping me, if it was helping me. I was definitely not in a hypnotic trance. I was completely aware of everything. He talked as if he were controlling my every thought but I knew I could just get up, take off the headphones and walk out any time I wanted. It wasn't working.
After a while, he got me back on the escalators heading back up. He said that when he snapped his fingers I would wake up, feeling relaxed and refreshed. He snapped and turned on the lights. I hadn't been out so I couldn't wake up but I did feel rested when I sat up.
"It didn't work, Jake."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wasn't hypnotized. I was just laying there listening to you talk. I'll admit that your voice is nice to listen to, but that's about it."
"That's okay, Josh. You weren't supposed to be off in another world. I could have done that but I just wanted to work on getting you to unwind. This is going to take a few sessions and I need you to be comfortable around me."
He got us a couple of beers and we sat around and talked for a while. It turned out we were both Yankee fans and we both had concerns about their starting pitching. It was after ten when I left and the subjects of hypnosis or butt fucking hadn't come up once. On the way home I thought that maybe even if the hypnosis didn't work I still might make a new friend out of this.
Jake
I knew Josh wouldn't be impressed with his first exposure to hypnosis. Everyone thinks that you get zoned out in a trance and don't know what is happening; you certainly don't remember anything afterwards. In a deep hypnotic state that is possible, but mostly it's just about relaxation, the mind as well as the body; letting tension and worries go from your mind, allowing suggestions in.
I ran though all of the usual exercises with Josh. It was impossible to know right away how well he was responding but I knew I'd find out soon. Afterward, he seemed to have his doubts about the whole thing and I had to explain it to him again.
What surprised me was our conversation that lasted the rest of the evening. My basic attraction to him up until then was that he was a nice guy, very sweet and yeah, he had a beautiful hole. But we spent a couple of hours just talking about anything and everything, sports, politics, religion, all of the things you're not supposed to talk about with people you don't know well. It was one of the most pleasant evenings I'd had in a long time.
A while after he left the telephone rang. I looked at my watch. Right on time. I smiled as I picked up the phone.
"Yes, Josh?"
"Jake, I want you to fuck my ass. Please. You've got to fuck me. I want your dick up my ass."
Josh
I just stood there and held the phone out in front of me, staring at it, not believing the words that had just come out of my mouth. Where did they come from? I heard Jake's voice coming from the handset. Oh God, what could I say to him? What must he think of me? I quickly hung up the phone. I just couldn't speak to him. Within seconds the phone started ringing again. I tried to ignore it. It finally stopped.
I sat down and thought about the ride home from Jake's place. I was in a great mood. The hypnosis didn't seem to work but it had relaxed me. Then I'd had a great time just talking to Jake, getting to know him a little. Coming up the stairs, I'd decided to go to bed a little early but as soon as I got into the apartment I headed for the phone. I just had to talk to Jake before I went to bed. As soon as I heard his voice the words just tumbled out of my mouth. I couldn't ever even remember thinking them before that, not at any time since I'd met Jake. Yeah, I thought he was hot but I'd tried to put sex out of my mind when it came to him. The phone rang again and again. I ignored it. It was probably Jake. No way I could talk to him right now. I was far too embarrassed.
I got up and poured myself a glass of wine. I'd really fucked up. Here he was trying to help me, being a friend to me, and I'd not only come on to him, but been horribly crude about it. Well, that's that, I guess. No more hypnosis, no more friend named Jake. I was halfway through my second glass of wine when the doorbell rang. I went over and looked through the peephole-Jake. I just stood there not knowing what to do. He obviously knew I was home; I'd just called him from here. I couldn't just not answer. But I couldn't bring myself to open the door either.
"Josh, open up. We have to talk." He was trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the neighbors. If I hadn't been right on the other side of the door I wouldn't have heard him. "Josh, come on. It's okay. Let's talk about it."
I took a deep breath and opened the door. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye but indicated a chair for him to sit in.
"I was just having a glass of wine. Can I get you one?"
"Sure, that would be nice, Josh. Thanks."
I took my glass into the kitchen and refilled it and poured him a glass. I handed it to him, still unable to face him. I sat on the couch opposite him and stared at the glass in my hand.
"Do you want to talk about what you said on the telephone, Josh?"
"Not really, except to apologize. That was very rude of me. I don't know where that came from and I'm sorry I said it."
"I'll admit it was a shock, but there's nothing wrong with expressing your feelings. We do have a problem though, because you know that what you want isn't going to happen. I'm not gay and I can't be what you want me to be."
"But that's just it, Jake. I don't know why I said that. That isn't the way I feel about you. Sure, I think you're good looking, but I know we're just friends. I never even thought that so I don't know why I said it."
"I have a little confession to make, Josh. I gave you a post-hypnotic suggestion while you were under. It was a test to see how good a subject you were. I told you to call me when you got home."
"No, you didn't. I remember everything you said. You didn't say anything like that."
"You remember what I wanted you to remember. Apparently you are a very good subject for hypnosis. You did exactly as I instructed."
"You mean you told me to say that? Why would you do that? Do you know how horrible I felt for having said that to you?"
"I'm sorry you said something that embarrassed you, that embarrassed both of us, actually, but I didn't tell you exactly what to say, just to call."
"Then I still don't know why I said that. Do you have any ideas, Jake?"
For the first time since I'd met him, Jake seemed ill at ease. Now he was the one fiddling with his wine glass and avoiding my eyes.
"I'm afraid I do and it's not going to make this easy for either of us. You have told me a few times over the past weeks what you wanted to achieve through hypnosis. I wanted to be sure I knew precisely what you wanted, deep down, before we went any further, so as part of the test, I instructed you to call me as soon as you got home and tell me exactly what you wanted of me, what you wanted out of the hypnosis."
"Then I failed the test, Jake, because that isn't what I want. You've got to believe me. I've never even thought about you fucking me."
"Then why did you say it? If the hypnosis hadn't worked you wouldn't have called. Or you might have called but not said anything. But you wouldn't have called and made something up. You must have meant it."
"I can't believe it. I've been thinking of you as a friend, really I have."
"Well, apparently on some level you've been thinking something else. It's not really important though, Josh. If you want to continue the hypnosis to help you relax we can work around it. I can deal with it if you can."
"You mean that? You don't hate me?"
"No, I don't hate you, Josh. I like you a lot, actually. If you can live without my dick up your ass I think we can still be good friends."
Jake
I tried to take every precaution possible. Even though I wasn't going to be using the hypnosis in a doctor-patient relationship the lines were a bit fuzzy here. Hypnosis can be considered a medical procedure and I am a doctor. On top of that, the part of the body Josh wanted me to help him relax was the part I specialized in in my practice. So I wanted to be sure we both knew exactly what we were doing and what we weren't doing. The release form was part of that effort. When I decided to test his susceptibility to hypnosis with a post-hypnotic suggestion, I thought I could make good use of it. He had told me pretty clearly what he wanted but this was a way to be sure that was it and nothing else. I'd hooked up a recorder to my phone so we'd have a permanent record of his statement for his 'file'.
I assumed he'd say something about wanting to be able to get fucked, probably in blunter terms than his shyness had previously permitted. I definitely wasn't expecting that I would be included in what he wanted. Then when he hung up the phone I was worried. That wasn't what I told him to do. He was supposed to stay on the line so we could discuss things. He must have so shocked himself that it broke the spell.
I tried calling him back but he wouldn't answer. I decided to give him a minute to calm down, to get used to what he had told me. I played back the short recording.
" Jake, I want you to fuck my ass. Please. You've got to fuck me. I want your dick up my ass."
Just listening to his voice say those words started to get Big Jake hard. Yeah, I used to call my dick Little Jake, but a girlfriend in college told me to quit lying and call him what he was, big. Ever since, he was Big Jake. I adjusted myself giving Big Jake room to grow and tried calling Josh again. Still no answer. I was getting more worried. He was such a shy sensitive kid and he was probably embarrassed as hell for having said that to me. Besides, he had no idea why he had called me so he would be confused as well. He was my responsibility so I looked up his address and drove over to see him, to explain.
It took a while but I finally calmed him down. In spite of what he said he wanted, I still wanted to try to help him. If he could get over what he had discovered about his desires maybe we could still do this. I had originally intended to have a session with him once a week building up his ability to relax but we decided that given what had just happened it might be better to get together sooner, so we made plans to meet at my place again on Thursday.
When I got home it was nearly midnight and my first patient was at eight the next morning so I went right to bed. I lay there naked in bed, thinking about Josh; his voice, his words. I got up, went into the den and brought the recorder back to the bedroom. I lay down and played back his phone call. Big Jake immediately boned up and I took him in my hand and started stroking. I thought about Josh some more, this time about that perfect pink anus. In no time my balls pulled up and I began to shoot my seed all over my chest; long ropes of cum, drenching me. It felt like I was never going to stop.
A few minutes later, just before falling asleep, I had my own revelation. Josh had had to face his secret desires for me earlier. Now I had to face mine.
I wanted my big dick up his ass. I wanted to fuck Josh.
To be continued...