Hypnosis

Todd and I didn't meet up online for a couple of weeks following our "session". I couldn't explain why, but I felt weird about it and thought it best to stay away for a spell. When we did speak again over the internet, it was as if nothing had happened, and I was fine with that. We went on like we had before our meeting.

I was still training as a cyclist, and had some races coming up. My problem of pre-race performance anxiety weighed on me in the weeks preceding them, but come race day, I found that I was fine. Perhaps a little apprehensive, but nothing like before. I began to believe that there was something to this therapy of Todd's. As the season progressed, I began to notice the anxiety slowly returning. Asking Todd about this, he said that this is common and sometimes recurrent sessions are required to really get a handle on it.

After the season ended and football season had once again bloomed, we began to discuss meeting up again. There was something I couldn't put my finger on about Todd, but I cast it aside and agreed to meet up again. He suggested that perhaps we meet up on a Sunday, and that a local hotel room may be more of a neutral place for us as there were lots of distractions at my apartment. With some trepidation, I agreed to meet him.

I had some nerves when were to meet, so when I arrived, he had some beers in the room. I was grateful for them and drained two of them quickly. He had a football game on and we saw watching that for a short while until I felt the alcohol begin to loosen me up. He noticed this and asked if I wanted to start another session.

"What happens when I'm under your hypnosis," I asked.

"Um, nothing really," he said. "Just a little power of suggestion and having you relax deeply."

It didn't completely put my at ease, but I relented and kicked my socks and shoes off, laying as before, on my back in the bed, listening to the sounds of the Dolphins and Vikings battle each other in the background.

Todd pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and began like he had the last time, with relaxation breathing techniques and having me focus on the sound of his voice. Everything began to seem far away except for his voice telling me what to do and what to feel. I followed his instructions and by the time he counted backward from 3, I was under. Just like last time. I could even make out parts of the game going on in the background, but remained focused on Todd completely.

He went through the same progression of instruction as the last time, telling me I'd become less and less anxious as the therapies continued. By the time he was finished, I felt perfectly calm and tranquil.

"Every muscle in your body is completely relaxed except for one area again. Just like last time, you feel the blood rushing to your groin area, don't you?" he asked.

As before when he mentioned it, I began to feel it. My dick began to awaken.

"Yes," I said, softly.

"You can feel the heat spreading to your penis and starting to harden. You don't feel ashamed of having an erection around your friend and therapist, though. You are completely comfortable around Todd, aren't you?"

"Yes." My dick became hard and quickly strained against the confining garments.

"You are starting to feel the heat spread from your erection to the rest of your body, now. You are beginning to feel hot now, aren't you?" he said.

Suddenly I began to feel stifled in my clothes, and said, "Yes" as my hands moved up to the collar of my T-shirt to cool off. I felt like I was sweating in my clothes.

"You want to take your clothes off to cool down. Go ahead and take your clothes off," he said. Quickly, I stripped off my shirt and jeans and tossed them to the side of the bed. I felt relief from the heat almost immediately. "You're feeling better, but you are still a little hot in your boxers. You are completely comfortable around Todd, so you're not afraid of taking off your clothes in front of your good friend and therapist. Go ahead and take off your boxers."

I stripped off my boxers and tossed them aside, lying back completely naked again. My dick stood hard at attention against my abdomen. My hand absentmindedly moved toward my rigid erection.

"You are feeling the need to touch yourself. You feel comfortable enough around your friend to touch yourself while he watches you. You enjoy being naked in front of him, don't you?"

"Yes." I stroked my hard dick up and down, and heard the familiar sounds of clothing being unbuttoned, unzipped, and discarded. My body felt completely relaxed, yet a flutter of excitement flashed through me as I touched myself.

Todd continued, "You loved paying your debt to Todd during our last session, and you feel so comfortable with him that you want to do that again, don't you?" he said. Again, I answered in the affirmative before I could even think to respond. My body was again reacting as if completely under the power of suggestion. I felt a weight onto the bed to my side. "You are going to turn your head to the side and see the most beautiful penis you've ever seen. You are going to want Todd to put it in your mouth again. Turn your head now," he said.

I turned toward him and felt the tip of his cock poke my lips as I did. Precum was already oozing from the tip. I once again saw the familiar mass of pubic hair and round belly above it. As soon as I saw his cock, I wanted it in my mouth again. I opened my lips and he slid it inside me. The taste of slick precum danced on my tongue as my mouth wrapped around his hairy cock. He sighed, "Oh yes," as he moved in and out my mouth.

I continued to stroke my own hard dick as I sucked his. Now he began to take a different tack. "You are going to tell me you love this cock. You are going to need to taste Todd's cock at least once a week," he said. I continued to suck him greedily as he pumped my face in and out. "You're going to be my slave, and I am going to be your master. You're going to want my cock all the time."

He was working me into a furor. I couldn't suck his dick fast enough. I wanted him to continue to fuck my face. He was sweating now. I could smell the musky, pungent odor from his skin. His hairy abdomen began sticking to the skin and I felt a bead of sweat drop from his face onto mine as I sucked his cock. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and said, "You're going to lay there a moment and stroke your hard dick while your master gets something for you."

I lay on my back and lightly stroked my hard dick like I was told. I heard rummaging around at the side of the bed and the sound of a plastic wrapper being opened. Then he spoke again.

"You trust your master, Todd, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You want his cock again, don't you?"

"Yes. I want it," I said, near pleading.

"You are going to do just what your master says to do. You are going to want to do it. You need his cock, don't you?"

"Yes. I need it," I said, squirming.

"Then roll over on your stomach," he said.

Part of my brain was alarming, but I did as I was told because I was still completely keyed in on Todd's voice. I felt his presence to my side and felt him touching my buttocks. "You trust your master and your friend don't you?" Again, I said yes. I then felt something slick between my butt cheeks and he straddled my legs. I felt his cock lie there between my buttocks and his belly on my lower back.

"You want Todd's cock, don't you?" he asked again.

"Yes, I want it!" I said.

"You are Todd's cock slave now. Todd is your master. If you do what Todd says, he will give you his cock. You need his cock, don't you?"

"Yes, please. I need it," I said, and squirmed beneath him. I felt him slide his slick penis between my cheeks down to my rectum.

"Todd is going to stick his cock inside of you now. You want him inside of you. You need his cock. You are going to be his bitch, aren't you?" he said.

"Yes. I need it," I said. Then he pushed past my virgin rectal sphincter and a blinding pain shot through me like a bullet. I gasped loudly, but he only pushed his weight down on my back. Slowly he advanced his hard penis deeper inside me and the pain did not subside.

"You are going to want Todd to fuck you. You need to have his dick inside of you. You LOVE his cock, don't you?" he said.

I couldn't respond. The pain was so intense that I bit the sheets beneath me. He slowly moved deeper into my ass. "Yes, you love your master's cock. Tell him you love his cock," he said again, and again, I could not respond. There was pain, but the feeling of him inside my ass was pleasurable at the same time. The weight of him on top of me, with the sweat from his hairy chest and belly fell upon me was intoxicating. His face came down to my ear as he pushed his cock slowly out and back into my ass. He half whispered, half growled into my ear, "You love this cock, don't you? Say it. Say you love this cock."

I could only gasp in response. The feeling was too much. He very slowly increased his pace. The sweaty hair on his chest and belly was abrasive, yet slick on my back as he rocked back and forth. Again he spoke in my ear, but louder, "Tell me you love this cock. Say you love this cock in your ass. You need it, don't you!"

"Yes!" I shouted into the bed. "I need your cock!"

"That's right, bitch. You're my little bitch now. You need your master's cock. Take this cock! Take it deep in your ass!" He shouted as he fucked me. Sweat poured off him onto my back now as his arms propped him up to give him better leverage. He stopped and angrily lifted my ass into the air, and quickly shoved his cock back inside me. He was plowing into me now. Talking all the time, and berating me, "You love this cock, don't you! Tell me you love this cock, you little bitch!"

"I love your cock!" I shouted back repeatedly. His cock was not so big that it hurt now, but fit perfectly inside me. The feeling of his weight and sweat was turning me on as much as his dick plowing in and out of me. Suddenly he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back again.

"You're my bitch, now. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch. Just like a girl. I'm going to put my cock between your legs and you're going to wrap them around my hips. Do you understand?" he said.

"Yes! Please fuck me!" I said in response. I was not the same person. I was beside myself with lust, now. All I wanted was him inside me.

"Beg me for it," he said. "Beg me for this cock. Beg your master for this cock to be inside of you."

"Please," I said. "Please give me your cock. I need it!"

"That's better, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a girl now," he said. He pulled my legs open and his hard cock found my asshole. He then pushed his was back in with much less resistance than before. His protruding belly lay partially on my balls and cock as he leaned forward, forcing me to wrap my legs around his lower back. He began fucking me even harder now. "That's right, bitch! Take this cock! Take it in your ass!" he shouted. I responded in kind and pulled him in closer to me. His mass on top of me was driving me wild. His sweat sheeted off him with each thrust, burning my eyes and falling on my face and chest. The entire bed shook as he continued to plow into me, faster and faster until his grunts took on a new urgency.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm gonna cum. You're going to take my cum in your mouth!" he said as he quickly pulled out and ripped off the condom. He shuffled awkwardly up my body, straddling my chest. He held his cock in front of my face menacingly and stroked it. "This is going to be a huge load, I can tell! Here it comes!" he shouted.

With his free hand he roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled it off the bed, toward him. His other hand gripped his stiff, slick cock. A slow pulse of clear precum poured out into my open mouth, and then he threw his head back and grunted loudly as two huge blasts of semen shot from his dick across my face and into my right eye. He then quickly stuffed his cock deep into my mouth, where pulses of thick, white, salty cum sprayed the back of my throat. He tightly held my head to his cock, but the combination of his penis and so much cum caused much of his load to pour out of my mouth. I swallowed all I could, but it was even more than our previous encounter. He groaned as his dick twitched one last time before starting to soften in my mouth.

My right eye burned fiercely from his cum shot and sweat and semen seemed to completely cover me as he pulled his penis from my mouth and dismounted my chest. I felt utterly spent. My rectum was sore and I reeked of musky sweat. "You did well, slave," he said. "You are going to remember that you need this cock next week, and every week afterward. You are going to feel a need to meet me again for more therapy, and I will give you the treatment you need. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said, lying on my back.

He started the shower and instructed me to enter it and rinse off, which I did. When I emerged, he had removed the soiled bedspread and had dressed himself. He had me lay back on the bed after dressing, and slowly go through the motions to have me regain full consciousness.

As before, I woke as if from a deep sleep, remembering nothing concrete about the session, only being confused at the state of the room and the smells. I felt dehydrated and Todd gave me a bottle of water, which I consumed instantly. The Dolphins won, we shook hands again and departed. I felt much the same as the last time we'd parted and wondered what that in fact meant. Either way, I would see how this latest round of therapy worked for my cycling and would see Todd again online at some point in the near future.

Maybe the following week.