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FML: Initiate

This is a follow up to FML: Fraternize as selected by you for my 2,500 subscriber special. It took longer than expected and had a few rewrites, but I promised you all this would be the next story released. Hopefully it is worth the wait.

In all my years at this university I had never seen anything like it. Week after week students were seeming to disappear. You expect to see some flux in enrollment as students change schedules and drop classes. But these students weren’t removing themselves from classes. It was as though they were never enrolled at all. Initially within the department we all had our pet theories on the matter. But in a few weeks it was clear where they were going. It isn’t hard to notice a lot more students milling around the business campus, or the sudden discussion within administration of expanding the personal training and physiology tracts. We were all just left wondering why.

I finally hit my breaking point near the end of the semester when one of my more promising students disappeared from my roster. I asked the other pre-law professors and sure enough, they couldn’t find a trace of him ever taking a class in the department. However, I did find one lead. One of my students must have heard me discussing it with the TA’s and said that he was a member of a fraternity on campus. I groaned at the thought of having to trek out there, but I knew it was the quickest way to get some closure. Against my better judgment, I headed to the Eta Psi Rho house.

Every step there filled me with dread. I hate to confess it, but I had once attended this same university, and yes, even tried to join a fraternity. It had been such a long time ago, but I could still remember the cruel ways that my brothers had mocked, berated, and punished pledges. Fraternities we’re nothing but a blight on this campus that produced people like… well people like the man who greeted me out front.

Honestly. Back in our days at least we had the good sense to drag our brothers inside. It’s a shock campus police had not raided the place yet. I knelt down. He reeked of booze and sweat. His snore was almost deafening. Even if his brothers wouldn’t help him, I couldn’t leave him out here. I pestered the young man awake. Groggily, he rose to his feet, stumbling over his feet and his words. Immediately he clapped me on the back, thanking his ‘bro’ for the help. I tried to brush him aside, but his firm grip ushered me inside as he muttered about being late for class. I’m surprised he was still enrolled. Regardless, he helped me get inside and one of his ‘bruhs’ tried pointing me in the right direction where I could find my lost student. I began wandering the halls, looking for any sign of the young man, but they were eerily empty inside. What was I saying, the young men were all in their classes surely. Still, when from down the hall I suddenly heard, “I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” chanted in unison, I was a bit shocked. I walked up to the door and peered in, hoping to get better directions. I was met with a group of young men, glassy eyed, staring deep into a static filled television.

I walked in front of one young man, trying to get his attention. It was like I wasn't there as he stared right through me. It was no use, and the sound and light in the room was giving me a headache. I was about to leave when suddenly, from the TV, a clear command:

Brothers are lean and muscular.

Brothers are lean and muscular, the men all repeated. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the young man before me changed. His skin rippled for a moment, as though a chill went down his spine. Then, he began to swell. It came in bubbles, uneven and tumorous. But each patch began to combine and normalize with those around it until it suddenly stopped and a different man sat before me. At least, that's what I told myself as I bolted from the room.

Lost in the maze of corridors, I was just following the signs to the nearest emergency exit. Something was wrong here. Young men don't just- just GROW. The sign directed me rounded the corner into the laundry room and more pressingly, into a stranger. I started apologizing before I paused. I assumed there had to be a mistake.

The stranger had a familiar air to him. When he had been my student, the young man I knew was clean shaven, a bit shy and reserved in class, but smart as a whip and friendly. The man in front of me was confident. He shot me a smirk as he greeted me, ‘dabbing me up’ and calling me his bro. Up close he was overwhelming. I had known a brother to miss showers but it smelled like he hadn’t rinsed off in a week. The smell of cologne did nothing to hide the alcohol on his breath and the funk emanating from him. And while I could tell he used to be fit this was absurd. He looked chiseled from a magazine cover! The vacant expression was a far cry from the law student I knew. If it weren’t for his face and eyes, I doubt I would have even recognized him.

Regardless of his appearance, I started talking, pleading with him to tell me what was happening. What was happening in this house? Who was responsible for the poor boys in that room? Why did he throw away a bright future for this? But my words never seemed to get through. He pleasantly smiled and nodded, but gave canned answers about ‘brotherhood’. I really should have made for the exit in front of me but I was past the point of logic.

I finally shouted, “I just don’t understand why you would throw your life away for this!”

“This is my life,” he droned, “I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.”

That same mantra as those young men. I took a breath before continuing. God this place was rank. “Listen son, I know about the brotherhood and this fraternity. But you have to see something wrong is going on here. What were those boys doing in that room?"

"Oh the pledgies? Yeah, initiation is next week, got to make sure they stay in line over the finish line, ya know what I'm saying?"

"Someone's got to stop this. I'm going to the Dean, he'll be able to do something. This fraternity can't operate like this!"

The toothy smile fell, “You’ve got to be loyal to your bros. After all, we are made to be loyal to the frat.” His tone was suddenly flat as he began inching closer. In one swift motion he removed his tank top, flashing all his muscles. In one more, his shorts were on the ground. As he got closer, the heat in the room intensified.

It was getting hard to think, I was feeling so woozy. This bizarre display had gotten far beyond my scope as an educator. I tried to excuse myself, “I think I’d better go, this was a waste of- ” but he was suddenly upon me. I hadn’t realized I had backed myself into a corner.

"Pledge, come here!" and my mind froze.

As much as I wanted to scream and run, I could feel an unnamed power he held over me as his command to stop burrowed into my brain.

"You sound like you were in there for a bit. Let's see how much you got trained. What's a good punishment... ah. Pledge, sniff."

I felt so aroused and so scared as I was forced to closer to the source of his musk. I tried to resist, but something primal drove my nose in and gave a hesitant huff of pure frat bro. I was loosing any… any restraint… left. I couldn’t… resist… my… my…

He smirked, "Bro, what was that? Come on, Pledge, sniff!"

“Yes bruh.” It slipped so easily out, almost as easily as the drool from my mouth. My face crinkled as I shoved my face in his nasty pit. I couldn’t think about it. I sniffed and while I knew it was gross, it all felt fuzzy and warm in my head.

“Oh, you must have been in with them a while. Dude, we can't have you sharing fraternity secrets. Don't worry though, we may be able to save you yet. Come with me.”

My brain only processed the command as I stumbled after him back through the halls. We turned into a familiar room. I stood, head spinning, as he fiddled with a TV for a second and sat himself down.

“I think that the guys won't mind a double dose. Sit next to me.”

“Yeaaah, surrre thing,” I slurred, stumbling into my seat. His firm arm felt nice around me. He held me firmly as he pressed play on the remote and a VHS tape whirred to life. There was a disorientating strobe of colors that left me a bit dazed before starting up into an intro. I was confused at first what the tape was talking about. I wasn’t here to join the fraternity and learn more about a life of brotherhood. The opposite almost. I tried to stand, but his arm held me firmly in place. I started to protest, but the voice sounded so insistent, and it was so confusing to watch. It reminded me of something, some tape I had seen long ago. It was like slipping back into an old pair of pants, something just fit. Maybe I hear him out? Then, the tone switched.

Welcome to the first day of your new life. You have been selected to become one of the few. One of the elite. You feel honored to have been selected.

“I feel honored to be one of the elite,” every voice in the room rang out in unison.

An old pride rose in my chest. I was selected. I was better. I would be in Eta Psi Rho.

This important decision has been made for you. You must accept our guidance. The frat knows best.

“The frat knows best,” we all repeated.

You will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.

“I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood.” It felt good as it slipped out.

Good. Brothers, step out. We have it from here.

My former student brother released my shoulder, stood quickly and left the room. But I didn’t want to leave anymore. I was to watch the tape.

Let’s start with an attitude adjustment. It is important for bros to be bros. Bros are relaxed and carefree.

“Bros are relaxed and carefree.”

I hadn’t realized how much tension I had been holding in. But as I repeated the words, a wave of relaxation rolled down from my neck, through my shoulders, rippling through my arms and torso, all the way through my legs. I let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back into my seat.

Bros eat, sleep, workout, and hang together. Bros just want to spend time with their bros.

“Bros just want to spend time with their bro.”

All sense of time and obligation suddenly felt swirled in my head. I remembered that I was supposed to go, but it felt so distant. Instead, my mind filled with a schedule of work outs, parties, meals, and frat events. I couldn’t give my lecture tonight, I would miss chapter!

In a few short weeks you will be ready for brotherhood. But first, a reminder. You want to complete your pledge. You want to be a brother.

“I want to complete my pledge. I want to be a brother.”

That almost made sense. I wasn’t a pledge, I was too old. Or, I think I am? But quickly that logic was suppressed by something else. I wanted it. I wanted so badly to be a pledge.

The commands were starting to pick up speed.

A pledge does not think for himself. He follows his brothers’ orders and fits in.

“I follow my brothers’ orders and fit in. ”

Yeah, life is so much easier when I can just listen and follow. Let others make the decisions bro.

A pledge will do anything to become a brother.

“I will do anything to become a brother.”

God it felt so good to have it all sorted out.

Now, it is important to not just act like a brother. You need to look like a brother. Feel your body. Focus on it. Every frat bro's body is a temple. A temple prime for trashing. These next four years are the prime of your life. You will enjoy your college years.

That short phrase rushed through my body. An icy chill ran down my spine that froze me in place. My body felt tight as it slowly rewound itself. I felt young blood pulsing through my body as my muscles swelled, releasing the tension of muscle aches and cranky joints. Skin pulled tight against my muscles as years of work and stress smoothed over my body. Not a wrinkle, not a sag, not a follicle of body hair was left behind as I shed my 50’s for my 20’s. Then, all at once, a wave of testosterone washed over me. It was like puberty all over, as I broke out in a cold sweat that carried that young, masculine funk. My voice cracked and softened as I moaned, my cock was flush with hunger. The brain was in no state to resist as years of history were washed away under twenty-something hormones. Bruh, I could feel my brain unfurl and smooth out a bit too. For the first time in decades, I felt young, dumb, and so full of cum.

Brothers' muscles ache from years pushing it too hard in the gym. It feels good to push your body beyond its limits. Protein powder and energy drinks are the fuel that keep you lit. Bros are swole.

“Bros are swole.”

Any twink-ish hopes I had just developed were quickly dashed against pumping iron. I felt the ice melt as my body twisted under my skin and slowly began to sweat. My stomach began to fill as a familiar chalky taste crept up the back of my throat. Protein. A deep aching filled my body, yet it continued to pulse. The more it hurt, the more I wanted it. I watched as each muscle melted inside of me and reformed out of hardened steel.

Brothers know the power of their masculinity. They are not afraid to show off their bodies. It shows others who is in charge. Let weaker men worship you. Use them for your satisfaction. You will be dominant.

I will be dominant.

I rushed to take off my clothes. They suddenly felt so restricting. I thought back to my bro as he made me sniff his rank pits. The way I just complied to his commands. The gravity of his words. I wanted that. No, I deserved that. My brain filled with a rush of new desires. To walk into a room and see people turn. To be loud, to be seen, to be heard, to be felt. I wanted the thrill of the approach as I singled out the hottest body in the room and commanded them around like my bitch. I wanted to feel their desire flush as I roughly tossed them on my bed and pried my jeans off. I deserved their mouth, open and begging for my perfect cock. I earned their hole, clenched tight as they rode for dear life until I berried my seed deep in them. I claimed the cold wind on my skin, proud of a night of conquest as I stood nude at the window, hitting my vape. I could almost feel it. I could almost... smell it? I had lifted my arms above my head, and a smell rolled off my pits. Fuck, that was the smell he had. The smell of dominance. It was mine now. I took a victorious huff.

Finally, let's ensure you can always find what you need in Eta Psi Rho. Look around you at the bros in this room. You will stay together. You will serve each other. You love your bros.

I felt a swell of kinship in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to be a part of the brotherhood. To fucking dominate this school together. But suddenly there was a tension in the air. God, why were my bros so... hot? We had all been factory made to conquer but, something more held us together. There were a few seconds as we all waited for something to happen when, suddenly, the two bros next to me made the first move.

As the room devolved into chaos, the commands kept coming. We recited back diligently between sloppy kisses, deep moans, and grunts as we slid against each other's bodies. We listened but all waited for the command that would get us to cross the finish line.

You will keep it simple, keep it stupid.

“I will keep it simple, keep it stupid.”

My head felt like it was filled with fluff. No thoughts, just instinct.

You will listen to your pledge master, follow all he says.

“I will listen to my pledge master, follow all he says.”

It was so much easier to just trust my bros. Whatever they said went.

You will live for and serve your bros, live for and serve the frat.

“I will live for and serve my bros and the frat.”

I would do anything for my bros. Gotta keep ‘em happy.

What happens in the frat house stays in the frat house. No homo, bro.

I spit out the cock in my mouth as I kept railing the bro below me,

"No homo, bro!"

The frat is life.

“The frat is life.”

Perfect. We anticipate your full initiation. Cum.

Moans echoed through the halls as the tape ended.

A while passed before a door slamming shook me awake. An ache passed through me as I reached for the jug of water next to my bed. The buzz of pre-workout shook me awake. I was in my bedroom of the frat house. I was where I belonged. My big stood over my bed.

“Look at me,” my big said. My body turned to him and hit him with my cockiest smile. It felt good to obey my alpha bro.

The new man spoke, “Shit, that tape did a number on you. I don't know if we've ever inducted someone so old. How do you feel?”

“I feel relaxed and carefree, bruh,” I responded.

My bro slapped me upside the head, “Is that how you respond to your pledge master?”

Of course, how could I forget. I was so dumb sometimes, “Sorry. Good, Sir.”

His face lit up with glee, "Never get over that. Let’s see. Pledge, I brought home a twink for after the party tonight. Warm him up for me."

I felt my cock suddenly swell, rigid at attention. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

My pledge master whistled, “Dang, you know how to pick ‘em Skunk. He's no Long Leg, but he's up there. You picked out his pledge name yet?” I didn’t know his pledge name was skunk. But catching a whiff of myself as I scratched my head, guess it ran in the family.

“Well, if he’s going to keep acting like a smart ass, I’m thinking Prof.”

“Pfft, that’s hilarious,” my pledge master turned back to me, “One last question little bro. How do you feel about Eta Psi Rho?”

In an instant, an old mantra filled my mind, “I will be entirely dedicated to the brotherhood,” I droned.

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hypnodome · 4 months ago

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The Best Volunteers are... Disgruntled Daddies...

This fine specimen here is exactly what I'd call my "guilty pleasure." The kind of man who'd rather be sipping a beer than sitting through my stupid little hypnosis show. The blatant disregard for my profession is written all across his stoney scowl. The only time he's met my gaze is to roll his eyes and frown.

"Let's get this over with," he huffed as his wife shoved him up and out of his seat.

"Get up there, Steve!" she giggled excitedly, "Dr. Dormand chose you!"

I flashed the woman a mischievous smile, making her bubble up with even more excitement as the couple's two young boys stared back in awe. Their father figure shuffled up to his seat on the stage, and slumped down in the chair, spreading his legs and sighing as if all of my showmanship were beneath a man like him.

"So, Steve, is it?" I ask, rounding the man, walking with my usual performative flourishes.

"Yes," he grunts.

"You don't seem to eager to be up here?" I hiss, "Is it possible you are nervous?"

"Nope."

A few chuckles sound in the crowd. I'm sure they're all thinking that there is no chance in hell of hypnotizing a man as stubborn as this.

"You have a lovely family, Steve," I smile brightly and step behind the man, planting my palms on his shoulders, "What brings y'all out here tonight."

"Vacation," he grumbles, sneering at my hands on his body before continuing, "My wife thought a hypnosis show would be fun."

He says it as if I'm already proving her wrong.

"Thanks, Steve...LADIES and GENTLEMEN!" I announce, addressing the whole room, "What if I told you that Steve here has already fallen under my control? He just doesn't know it yet."

There are a few gasps in the crowd, but mostly scoffing. Steve just shakes his head.

"MY EYES..." I say, rounding the chair to peer directly into the man's gaze, "...do all the work for me. You can't stop staring can you?"

Steve doesn't answer, but his brow furrows and his lips tighten as he tries to look away, to look anywhere aside from my stare. He's realizing he can't.

"...HOT!" I continue, "This room is so hot, Steve. I don't know how a big guy like you can bare it in that suffocating Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. You must be itching to pull them off, to finally feel some relief!" I lean in, wrapping an arm around the increasingly docile hunk of a father. "You know, nobody here would judge you if you did take them off. In fact, we'd all be happy for you to be comfortable, Steve!"

I break eye contact with the man; his eager eyes reluctantly pulling away from my own like he already misses them. My arms raise at the crowd dramatically, garnering some cheering for Steve, who now has a dazed look on his face as he sits in the chair, deciding what to do. I already know what he'll decide. He just needs a few seconds to relent and five in to my suggestions.

With a deep exhale, a grin of relief washes over his face. The childish glee seems unnatural on him, though I suppose that's just because I've only ever known Steve to scowl and frown.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," I purr in triumph, "It looks like this one is ready to comply!"

Steve hastily drags his tacky Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders, tearing it down and off his arms. His cargo shorts are next, as he jumps up and fumbles over his belt buckle, before dropping them to the floor. Just like that, I've got this daddy standing in front of dozens of audience members in his pristine white undergarments.

"Oh, that's better..." he sighs in relief, stepping out of his shorts, "...it's so hot in here."

"Yes, Steve, this room is BOILING HOT!" I quip back with a quick wink at the audience.

Amid the cackling voices of the crowd, I clock the man's wife doubling over in laughter as their two sons squeal in delight. She tries to stifle her amusement enough to get a photo with her phone. I bet they've never seen their daddy outside in his underwear, and some permanent evidence of the event would be great to pull out at any future family events.

"Jesus..." Steve mutters, pulling at his undershirt, "It's still boiling in this place."

"I'm sure you're SWEATING BUCKETS, Steve, but you can't take anything else off," I pat him on the back, already feeling a thin layer of moisture, "It's not that kind of show, folks."

The crowd laughs at my innuendo and my volunteer chuckles awkwardly. I think the guy might even be blushing.

"No need to be nervous, Steve," I say, rubbing lower and lower on his back, "You know why?"

The dazed father of two looks back at me with genuine interest, asking, "Why?"

"Because you're HYPNOTIZED, of course!" I cry joyously, "I could tell you to do ANYTHING, and obeying wouldn't bother you one bit!"

"It wouldn't..." he tells me, saying it more like a statement than a question. His empty brown eyes find my gaze again. In just a few minutes he's become completely dependent on my stare. He's proving to be more programmable than most.

"KNEEL!" I command

He drops to the floor, almost falling on his face as he races to follow my instruction. His eyes never leave my own. At this point, the man is basically looking at me with total trust and adoration: he's like putty in my hands.

"Well, folks, you can't deny this! Can you?"

I look down at Steve as the crowd stares in awe. A man like this, kneeling on the ground like that, wearing nothing but his sweat soaked underwear; it's the kind of sight to give people ideas. This man might be a married father, but he's pretty built. He might not groom his body hair, or cut back on his growing beer belly, but he's a specimen the whole room can appreciate. Now that he's hypnotized and glossed up with sweat, he doesn't mind the wandering eyes.

The only eyes he cares about are my own.

"That's it, Steve," I say with the same tone as somebody praising their pet, "You're good at being HYPNOTIZED."

"Thank you," he articulates the phrase awkwardly, like all of his brainpower is being directed towards obedience, not silly things like words or thoughts.

"Don't forget my title," I say with a smirk to the audience, "I worked hard for that degree."

"Yes," he corrects himself, "Thank you, Dr. Dormand," with the same slow drawn out cadence of a brainless lackey.

I glance into the crowd. Most of them are still giggling. Steve's wife seems to have swapped photography for videotaping. I'm sure her husband would appreciate have his entire humiliation recorded his buddies to see. At her side, the two boys seem to have grown restless and disinterested, tugging on their mother's sleeve for attention. I do so hate when people bring children to my shows. Sure, this is a vacation spot for families, but I prefer my acts for a more mature crowd. Still, I'm not above some improvisation of my routine...

"Steve," I say, needlessly calling his attention when I've already captured it entirely.

"Yes, Dr. Dormand?"

"You're a WORM!"

I snap my fingers, ringing a loud crack through the auditorium that makes everyone jump. It also seems to break poor old Steve's mind, reducing it to truly believing he is a worm.

The crowd goes wild, the children scream in delight, and people stand up to get a better look as Steve writhes on the dirty stage floor. His arms and legs seem useless. For that matter, his face and basic senses seem so too, as he simply contracts and extends his thick hairy form, flopping himself across stage in a ridiculous fashion until his shirt is dragged off.

"Steve, the WORM!" I announce, gesturing towards the pathetic man with a dramatic flair.

My audience sees the ridiculous sight of a 30-something year-old acting ridiculous and applauds, but I see more. I notice the way the globes of his fleshy ass flex and then jiggle as his hips thrust the ground. His underwear, thank god it's still on, tightens around his crotch as he slams his package into the floor and drags it across the stage. He even leaves a trail as he moves, like some sort of human slug, soaking up the stage's dust and leaving his bodily moisture in his wake.

I need to move on before my own excited package becomes noticeable in my slacks.

"Steve!" I command back the attention of the human worm, bringing the room to silence.

"You're a DOG!" and I snap my fingers!

My sweaty little worm barely has a second to rest before his arms and legs come back to life, suddenly useful again, and he jumps up to his hands and knees. Steve's tongue rolls out of his mouth, panting since he still believes this room is boiling hot, and suddenly the man is bounding about like a massive 200lb puppy.

Once again, the crowd eats it up.

"Daddy's a dog!" one of his boys screams!

"Oh, he'll never believe this!" his wife snorts.

I let the crowd have their fun, entertaining any suggestion they have. Someone wants to see Steve act like a chicken. Another wants to see him leg an egg. Still more suggestions come in. I don't even have time for another volunteer with the audience's eagerness to exploit this man for their entertainment. I suppose there's something so universally indulgent in seeing a big serious guy like this, normally intimidating and standoffish, reduced to the whims and delights of a random crowd.

"Tell him to sniff his armpits!"

"Make him do the chicken dance!"

"Can he sing?"

"ALRIGHTY, folks!" I yell, calming the audience down, "I think we've had our fun with Steve."

I'm met with a few disappointed faces.

"The show is about to end, but I think we've proved here...tonight, that even the MOST strong-willed among us...are no match...for the hypnosis of Dr. Dormand!"

They erupt in applause, as Steve stands vacantly still and stupid behind me.

"Have a good night everyone," I smile and call, "Could I get Steve's family, up here?"

The audience begins filing out, giggling and chattering about the wild events of the night. From from the retreating crowd, Steve's wife, emerges with her two kids in tow.

"Oh, Dr. Dormand," she gushes, "That was just extraordinary. I know Steve, and that's how I know you're the real deal. My husband would never have done any of that!"

"I'm glad," I flash my brilliant smile, "Mrs...?

"Cunningham," she finishes, "And this is Bobby, and this is Joey."

She displays her two kids to me like they are prized possessions, but I don't think I've ever heard a more boring collection of names.

"Well, Mrs. Cunningham..." I purr, finding her eyes, "Steve deserves a nice REST. Right?"

Her head cocks to the side before answering, "Yes, yeah, he seems tired."

"Let Steve have a BREAK. Go enjoy your vacation ON YOUR OWN....FORGET HIM."

"Ok," she nods, with a plastered smile.

Mrs. Cunningham turns and guides the children out of the auditorium, leaving her nearly naked husband in and empty auditorium with the world's best hypnotist...

"Start marching, big boy!" I purr into his ear.

I can't help but reach out and grab at the muscle and weight hanging off his sweaty back. It ripples as his bare feet slap against the tiled floor and his sweat makes it glisten beneath the flourescent lights.

"Bet you haven't seen the service halls, Steve, being a vacationing tourist yourself," I speak, basically talking to no one, "My rooms back here. Much more private and...discreet "

"Yes, Dr. Dormand," he drones mindlessly.

"Don't call me that now," I snap, "Refer to me as...hmmm... What do I want to be called? Oh, how about, 'Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body'! How does that sound?"

"It sounds fine, Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body," his husky voice repeats it perfectly.

I almost cum hearing him call me that.

"Take a right up here," I instruct, "We're almost to my room, where you'll be spending the rest of your vacation as my plaything."

"Yes, Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body."

We walk down the hallways further, taking rights and lefts. Sometimes I command him where to go and listen to him obey with complete devotion. Other times I just reach out and hand and grip his torso, pushing his heavy presence in my desired direction. It turns me on to feel how solid he is, how immovable, only to instantly relent and go where my hand guides him. It's almost like driving a car. For a second, I consider hopping on his back and steering him with tugs of his ear, like the fucking rat in that Disney movie.

"Almost there, Steve," I say, reassuring myself more than him as my hands wander down to his jiggling man-ass.

"Yes, Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body."

"Alright," I groan, "Just call me sir, now."

"Yes, sir."

The simpler title still does wonders for my erection. I doubt this man ever uses that word, so it's delicious to hear him using it for me.

We pass a few workers as we dive deeper into the building's unseen core; a few of the restaurants busboys carrying out garbage, a couple housekeepers with bins of linens, even a manager or two. None of them batt an eye at the dazed man bounding by, glistening with sweat and exposed aside from his soaked white underwear. I've hypnotized them all too many times to count. They barely notice when I come down here anymore, accompanied by my brainwashed victims or not. In fact, they hardly notice that I've got the power to snap at any one of them to order a blowjob on the spot. Nothing like having any of the hotel staff's mouths at open and salivating at my convenience.

"Right through there," I push him towards my apartment door.

"Yes, sir," is all he says as he steps in.

I immediately push him into a small alcove of my room. It's supposed to be used as a closet, but I tend to park my hypnotized daddies in it.

"Ok, Steve," I take a step back, preparing myself, "I'm going to wake you up in a moment. You'll be out of your trance, back to your old self EXCEPT for some things..."

"Yes, sir," he drones numbly.

"...you'll know you can't leave. You shouldn't leave. SEX DADDIES don't leave there HYPNOTIST, and they don't want to. You understand that's what you are now, for the remainder of your vacation. You're my SEX DADDY, it's like a daddy version of a sex slave. You might not like gay sex, you ming find me annoying, and strange, and prefer your wife, but it doesn't matter because, my good man, are a SEX DADDY for me."

"...sex daddy..." he quietly digests the term.

"Yes, and I am your HYPNOTIST, understand? You might not believe in hypnosis, you might believe I'm a fraud, and a lier, but you will obey me and everything I've commanded of you. You'll still treat me with the utmost respect, still calling me 'sir' and still taking orders."

It's quiet for a second.

"...my hypnotist..." his voice is barely audible.

I give his numb, unmoving face one last caress against his rough stubble, gazing into his simply overeager eyes before I snap.

"WAKE!"

His body twitches back to life, and his familiar scowl readjusts itself to his face. Steve's stone serious demeanor seems to fill his body again as his shoulders hunch over and his eagle eyes search his new surroundings.

"Where the hell am I, sir?" he grunts, "And where's my clothes!" his voice raises.

Goosebumps appear on his skin as he finally registers the true temperature of my chilly room. He's probably also feeling sore from all the flailing about he did as a worm.

"You don't need clothes."

"Oh, ok, sir," he nods, though looks a bit disappointed, "Because, I'm your Sex-Daddy?"

"BINGO!"

I thought I could get him to crack a smile, but he doesn't. Steve just grimaces at the thought.

"Let's get this over with," he huffs as he shuffles over to my bed, "Am I fucking you?"

"Oh no," I reply, and he sneers disappointedly.

"Get over here and start using me, Hypnotist," he sighs, pulling off his shorts and crawling on bed. His long flaccid cock flops out and swings with his equally heavy balls, "You only get me for the next five days. Then I'm going home with my family."

"So soon?"

He grunts as I climb on top of him, "Would love to leave sooner, sir, if it weren't for this whole Sex-Daddy thing."

"So you don't want to be used as a home for my cock?" I ask playfully.

"No," he scoffs, "But I'm your Sex-Daddy. I get it, sir. So use me how you want!".

"With pleasure," I moan in his ear.

I'd describe the hours of sex we had that round, how I increasingly used his body in more and more creative ways. He couldn't say no to anything, so it got kinky real fast. I'd explain it all, but your imagination is probably capturing it.

Steve would become increasingly disgusted and uncomfortable as I used him, but he continued to assure me that I had every right to his dad-bod. If that isn't consent, I don't know what is.

"Go kneel in the corner Steve, hands behind your head," I command, panting from the exertion. Receiving hours of one-sided sex can really drain the energy. "I want to see my Sex-Daddy on display when he's not used..."

"Yes, sir."

I chuckle and go to the closet to pull on some fresh clothes. Steve is still shivering.

"Still think Hypnosis is fake?"

"Are you kidding, sir," he rolls his eyes, "I know it's your whole thing and all, but it's literally the stupidest thing anyone could believe in. Don't tell my wife I said that though."

"Don't worry, Steve, I won't."

I flick the lights off and head out of my room, buttoning up my shirt. My hypnotized Daddy will have to get used to kneeling in the dark. I have another show to host, and who knows? Maybe I'll find another disgruntled dad to share the load with Steve...

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