I decided to try my hand at writing some gay hypnosis/BDSM themed short stories. This is a fictionalized short story based on actual sessions we have had with guys, told from the various points of view in the session.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have had writing it.
- Master Bryan's Boy
I stood, leaning against the brick wall of the public washrooms, warm from the afternoon sun looking out at the path across the baseball diamond. I checked my phone - 5:52 pm, entered the pass code and flipped over to Grindr.
I thought back through our conversations over the last few days. I still couldn't believe that I’d found a kinky Dom guy in the same neighbourhood as my house growing up. I hadn’t been home in a number of years, having moved away with my mother when my parents had divorced when I was 16. It had been a rough few years and at 20, I decided to try and find a job and an apartment of my own in my hometown. The job was the easy part, I got a warehouse gig at a nearby distribution hub for a large grocery chain. The apartment was proving to be more difficult.
I had moved back in with my father, who had converted the basement of my childhood home into a rental unit after we had left to help pay the mortgage. He was between tenants and was letting me stay in the basement unit until I could find a place of my own and gave me a level of privacy.
I glanced back over at the path leading into the park and I scrolled back through our conversations over the last few days. I was a bit nervous meeting him, he had a collared boy who lived with him currently, and the group play, potential for bondage and their collection of plug, dildos, restraints and gear had definitely been a selling feature for me, but he had also said he was into hypnosis. I had seen porn online and had my doubts, but had done enough research to know that there likely is actually some theory behind it. I was interested, but had my doubts that he’d be able to put me under. The videos and spirals online had never really done anything besides provide some hot fantasies to jack off to. I was willing to give anything a try once, so told him I had my doubts but we could give it a whirl.
A shadow on the fence moving across the wooden boards registered in my peripheral vision, I clicked the phone screen off and put it in my pocket and turned towards the path. The sun was to his back, so it was hard to see the details of his face, but based off the picture’s we’d exchanged, the bearish frame coming across the park towards me was Sir. I had a thing for older men, and bears in particular. I went and sat at one of the metal picnic tables under the pavilion and waited for him to come over.
“Hey boy, good to see you in person.”
I glanced around, the park was mostly empty, just a dog walker with her airpods in and a few kids playing soccer well out of ear shot. I’d never had someone call me “boy” outside of a bedroom setting, and even then, mostly just by text or online and it caught me off guard.
“Relax boy” he chuckled, “nobody can hear us”. He had a stern look about him, but when the smirk spread across his lips, I could tell he had a mischievous side as well. He took a seat across from me, and as he did I noticed his chest hair peeking out the top. He was large, maybe about 6’1 or 2” and had a sturdy build, with a beefy frame, a classic bear of a man. He was hot, and I had a flash of an attraction, a flush of energy in my stomach, like butterflies as his hazel eyes met mine. We started talking and unless he seemed crazy in the next few minutes of conversation and talking about limits again, I had already decided I wanted him to take me back to his place. Soon we were walking out the park along the path I had first seen him walk in on, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck and firmly squeezed.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you” he growled quietly out the side of his mouth.
My cock swelled and the jock I had put on was doing little to keep it from showing in my sweatpants. He glanced down, noticing my excitement.
“Looks like you can’t either”.
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“Strip Boy, and then come sit on the couch beside me”.
The three of us had been sitting on the couch, getting to know each other a little better, but now Sir had a bit of an edge in his voice, the session was starting. When I had come into their house, he had led me down to the basement, and my nerves flashed an image of me chained to a pipe without my shirt on, kneeling on a dingy dirty concrete floor. A serial killer type situation. I pushed it out of my mind quickly, and noted the basement was nicely finished. Serial killers don’t spend money on furnishing their killing room.
“This is my boy Matt.”
Matt was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but an Addicted brand jock strap, the lettering plastered across a thick band that hugged his waist and disappeared behind his back on an angle. Maybe it's a thong, I thought as Matt leaned forward, extending his hand and a cute smile. “Nice to meet you” he said. He was in his late 20's, had short brown hair, tight on the sides with a little longer on the top. His body hair was trimmed short and he was tanned compared to my complexion.
Sir, taking a seat beside Matt, his hand into Matt’s lap, his grip landing firmly on the bulge of red fabric between his legs. His. A possessive gesture that seemed so natural for him. I sat in a chair beside them on the couch and we chatted for a bit, then I excused myself to use the washroom. When I returned, Sir had decided the time for small talk was over.
–
I tore off my clothes and threw them to the floor and started to walk towards the Man and his boy on the couch in front of me. I was rock hard. The commanding tone to his voice was addictive, it felt right.
“Nope. Fold them and put them on the counter there. You will be tidy when in my home boy” he said. I cast my gaze down to the floor. Embarrassed.
“Sorry Sir” I muttered.
“I couldn’t hear you boy”. Fuck. He was sexy even when he was scolding me. Getting off on my humiliation.
“Sorry Sir!” I said militantly, folding my belongings.
“That’s better boy.” he said, sounding pleased. “Come sit.” he patted the seat beside him while he stroked Matt’s quickly swelling member absentmindedly. Matt let out a soft groan and pushed his hips out from the back of the couch, forcing his dick further into his Master’s hand. I tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it when I noticed the thick chain and padlock hanging around Matt’s neck.
“Don’t worry boy, we’ll get you into some gear soon” Sir said, noting my gaze had fallen on the collar.
“It’s a very nice collar Matt, looks very hot.” I said taking a seat.
“Thanks” Matt said softly, his hips now gyrating slowly, Sir’s hand unmoving, but still firmly gripping,
The conversation turned towards Sir explaining what he and I had talked about over Grindr over the past few days. Turns out Sir had told me lots of things about Matt, but Matt was just getting the run down of my interests now.
“I don’t usually tell Matt about potential guys until they’re actually here. Boys are flakey and until they’re in the basement with the restraints on and they can’t escape, they’re never a confirmed play date”. Sir explained. His hand running over my chest, lingering on my hard nipple and playfully brushing his fingers across it.
“It’s true, he usually only gives me about an hour’s no - ha! hahaha! “ Matt giggled, clearly squirming as Sir tickled his side with his other hand. I grinned, I could have a bit of fun with Matt if he is that ticklish I thought, filing that away for later. They were a cute couple, seemed like they liked to have fun.
“So do you want to see me put Matt under? I introduced Matt to hypnosis as a way to enhance our BDSM session early on in our relationship. I find submissive guys to be very suggestable and are usually able to go quite deep into trance pretty easily.”
Sir took his hand off my chest and leaned forwards, turning towards Matt as he did. Matt stared back into his eyes and let out a sharp inhale as Sir’s left hand grabbed his nipple between his thumb and pointer knuckle. Matt held eye contact with Sir, seemingly unable to look away despite the twist of pain focused on his chest.
“SLEEP”
Matt’s body melted. His eyes rolled back and then shut at the sudden command, his muscles seeming to all go loose at once. Sir held his head as the nearly naked, collared but fully conscious man on the couch beside me collapsed like he was a robot who just had his batteries pulled out.
Sir guided him down onto the couch and said “He’s under. That’s called a trigger, and it's something I can place in your subconscious mind to have it take over and just put you right back down into a nice relaxing trance.”
“Can he hear us?” I asked, curiously.
“He can, but he’s not listening to us in the way you would in a conversation.” He explained. “His subconscious mind has control and is taking in my words as suggestions”. Sir grabbed Matt’s arm and dropped it, flopping as though he was firmly asleep.
“Hmm. Very cool. How do I know that he’s not acting though?” I said coyly. I was mostly convinced, and even more so intrigued.
“You saw he was ticklish earlier, right? Go ahead, tickle him. I promise you if he were anything but in a trance, he’d be running for the stairs right now. He is so ticklish, and hates it.” He nodded, inviting me over.
Matt didn’t move. I was sold.
“Ok. Put me under Sir. How does this work?” I said.
To be continued...
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