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B & BDSM

This idea came from a short role play with some folks on the Hypnosis4guys.com Discord. I thought it was fun and I’d expand it to a full story. Hope you enjoy!

As usual, all pics came from Tumblr. Let me know if they are you or if you are the owner and have any issues with me using them.

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Max and Sam found the ad for the newly-opened bed & breakfast in New Orleans and thought it would be the perfect vacation. It was gay-owned and operated, in a perfect area in the city, and the pictures were really cool. The rooms all had different themes that seemed uniquely ideal for the spooky, old-world feeling of the city. As fans of horror and Anne Rice, they knew they would love it!

The day they arrived was overcast, but they were so excited about the long weekend that they didn’t even care. As they checked in, they noticed the staff was all older and very into the theme of it all. Gothically dressed, they gave off the vibe of a coven of male witches from a story about the city. Regardless, it added to the atmosphere and they were just glad to be there and explore.

The room was awesome. It had a dark red and leather theme. A four poster bed, with dark wood and leather-studded accents, with matching dark wood furniture adorned the room. The dark wood floors and leather curtains continued the ambiance. The walls were painted in a deep, blood red and there was an awesome balcony. The bathroom was well-appointed with a deep, metal claw tub and ornate mirror over the marble pedestal sink.

“Do you smell something?”, asked Sam. Max answered with, “yeah, like a mix of cigars and leather?” Sam responded, “and sex?” They both looked at each other and laughed. “It’s not so bad. It’s a great place with a great history. It’s bound to smell a bit. I’m sure we won’t even notice after a while.” With that, they kissed and took a long hug to celebrate their arrival and got to unpacking for their vacation.

After heading out for the rest of the day, the guys returned to the B&B after dinner to rest up for the night. When they came in, they noticed there was ambient music playing with light chanting in the background in the lobby, as well as a few other guys hanging out in the lounge. They smiled and nodded cordially to the other guests. As the other guest turned to them, it was as if they were in a trance of some sort as they gave slight smiles with a light glint in their eyes. It was creepy, but Max and Sam blew it off assuming they likely had a few too many hurricanes on Bourbon Street. After heading to their room and relaxing on the balcony for a while, the guys cuddled up in the comfy bed and went to sleep.

Around 2am, Max woke up to what felt like the music and chanting from earlier pounding in his ears while Sam remained fast asleep. After about 15 minutes of sitting there, he decided to head to the bathroom to throw some water on his face. As he entered the dark room, his eyes went to the ornate mirror and just before he turned on the light he swore he saw a face that was not his. In shock, he turned the light back off and stared into the mirror. After staring for about a minute, he put his hand back on the light switch and was about to flip it on when he again saw the face covering his own.

It had to be a dream, he thought. Regardless, the face began to align with Max’s. First his mouth, then his nose, and then his ears. The face was older - definitely in his 50s - with a salt and pepper beard. Max felt a sense of power in this face. This man was definitely in charge, confident, and not someone to be messed with. Max was drawn into staring harder into the mirror when the image’s eyes aligned with his. A jolt of energy went through him.

When he reopened his eyes, Max was in a space of total darkness. He saw the mirror and looked through, where he could see himself. Himself? What the hell?? As he looked at the person in the mirror, he was touching his face, feeling his chest, then touched his package. After smirking and looking directly back into the mirror, the new Max said, “This body will do!” At that point, Max tried to scream, but nothing came out. He was stuck in the mirror seeing someone else in control of him.

The new Max went to a leather studded foot locker that the guys thought was just an ornate room decoration. Upon opening, the man grabbed a Muir cap, clothes and boots, as well as some cigar tubes and matches. He immediately opened one of the tubes and lit the cigar - not caring if the smell bothered the man in the bed.

After taking a few hauls on the cigar, the new Max’s beard grew heartier as he stood up confidently with a cocky smile. “Yes, this body will do…and so will he,” as he exhaled and looked at Sam - still asleep. The new Max took a moment to get dressed, went over to the mini-fridge and grabbed a beer, then headed out to the patio to enjoy his cigar for a while.

About 4am, Sam rolled over and awoke with a start after realizing Max was not in bed with him. He looked around and saw the sliding door open on the patio and felt a breeze. With the cool air, he smelled the distinct aroma of a lit cigar. Shaking his head a bit, Sam said, “Max, that the hell are your doing? Are you smoking a cigar? Why aren’t you in bed?” A voice, similar to Max’s but not quite the same responded with, “Of course I’m having a cigar, boy. I’m not in bed because I’m not a whore like you. Why don’t you come out here with me?” Sam actually felt pissed about what Max said. “You have to be kidding me!” he said, “A whore? I don’t care who you are, you’re not calling me that!”

With that, Sam pulled back the curtains and jumped out on the patio in his boxers prepared to confront Max. As he set his eyes on who was there, it wasn’t Max!

“About time you got up, slut”, the man said while exhaling smoke, “how do you plan to make any money sleeping all night?” Sam asked, “Who the fuck are you and where is Max?” The man stood up, looking eye to eye with Sam, took another long draw on his cigar and blew the smoke in his face. “Looks like my new whore here needs to learn some manners.” Sam coughed, then regained his bearings. “What…are…you…talking about? Where…is…Max?”, he asked. “You don’t need Max anymore. All you need is Daddy. Daddy will take care of you from now on,” the man said as he took another haul and exhaled the smoke directly into Sam’s mouth.

Sam looked shocked, as the man unloaded into his lungs. However, something snapped in the back of his brain during this action. He started kissing the man, who immediately broke his connection saying, “You never kiss Daddy, boy. Only Daddy kisses you. Not get on your knees and service my boots. They need a good cleaning.” Sam did as he was told. He knew not to disobey this man, whoever he was.

“That’s a good boy,” the man said, “you are going to make us a lot of money.” Sam continued servicing “Daddy”, first making sure his boots were sparkling in the moon of the night and moving up to his substantial cock and pierced nipples. Daddy was very happy. Not only had he found a body to possess, but he had found the first whore to rebuild his brothel.

What Max and Sam didn’t know is that the B&B used to be a male-centered brothel for repressed men to come and live out their BDSM fantasies. In its hayday, Daddy and his boys were going 24 hours a day, serving clients from fathers to Senators - and maybe even some Presidents, but he would never tell. Daddy ruled with an iron fist. His boys were never out of control. They followed his rules, made him money, and in return he gave them somewhere to live and kept them clothed, fed, and all the cigars they needed.

Daddy had a type. He would take a boring guy once they committed to him - willingly or not - he would make them over into his image. All of his boys loved leather, smoke, and rough sex. They not only new how to take it, but to give it. He would take great pride in turning out his boys and making them into men. Well, men to others, but still boys to him.

It was now time to do the same thing to this new boy. It called itself, Sam. It had been about 30-40 years since Daddy passed - he couldn’t quite remember - but with this second chance he was going to turn this place back into its glorified prime. However, he realized he had a bit of an advantage. He wouldn’t have to break his boys like he used to, at least for now. He could use his newly found spectral powers to change them until he had enough of a harem to get back to his old ways.

After becoming bored with the service Sam was giving him, Daddy said, “Here, boy, take this cigar to the room and smoke it down to the cap. I’m going to take a look around at my house here and see what’s been happening.” Sam took the cigar, puffed it to life as Daddy instructed, and took a seat at the vanity, where he started hauling. At the same time, Daddy left the room.

As Daddy walked down the hallway, he could hear the light music and chanting. He went downstairs to see the lobby and his eyes met with one of the staff members. The man at the desk said, “Daddy, you’re back!” He immediately approached, dropped to one knee and ducked his head. Daddy caressed the man’s head, told him to stand, then took a haul on his cigar and unleashed the torrent of smoke into the man’s mouth. Daddy said, “It’s good to see you, boy. Where are the others?”

The man said, “Sir, it’s been so many years. Many have passed, as you did. After you left, we were lost. Some of us looked into black magic and thought this would be a way to find a vessel to eventually restore you. It took us a while, but we are extremely glad it finally worked. The others will be very pleased.” “I am certainly glad you did, boy,” Daddy said, “you and your brothers have done an excellent job and will be greatly rewarded.”

“In the meantime, Sir,” the man continued, “we have been playing this music to find out which guests might be potential hosts for you. There are a few in the lounge.” Daddy looked to the cigars he had in reserve on his leather vest. “Well, boy,” he said, “I have a new method for bringing boys into the family. While one is up in my room, how about he have some fun making some more?” The man’s eyes lit up as Daddy handed him a cigar. After lighting it and puffing it to life, their two silhouettes disappeared into the lounge, filling it with smoke and passing out cigars.

When Daddy re-entered the room a few hours later, Sam stood up. He had already changed into his leathers. Puffing on a newly lit cigar from the humidor, he said, “Daddy, I am ready to serve.” “Damn right boy, and serve you will!”, as Daddy pulled him in for a kiss and suddenly thrust him down on his cock. It was then that he heard a slight sound coming from the bathroom. “You’ll never get away with this!” he heard. As Daddy exhaled, he said out loud, “I already have!”

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