That damn website ruined my life! I had been minding my own business, reading fun and raunchy stories on my favorite site when an author linked out to a site. I won't share it because I don't want any of you to fall into the same trap. But no one warned me.
I had been hard and sleepy when I clicked the link originally and have to admit the swirling colors were really nice to look at. I didn't realize until much later the subtle hints and messages it was drilling into my head. Days later after things started to happen I came back to find this page and found, to my horror, that I had indeed been hypnotized. I searched and searched for ways to reverse it but found no solution. Now I'm always stressed because I don't know what each day will bring.
Because of this damn site, I can't help but accept any dare I'm given... Here's my story. I hope it doesn't happen to anyone else.
-Brandon
After that night, my life was pretty normal for a few weeks. Work was boring, the gym was grueling, but my weekend were awesome. Being a pretty handsome guy, I got along great with the ladies and my group of equally fit and successful buddies were quite the 'in crowd' in our smallish Midwest town.
The first incident happened at Dusty's bar on a Saturday. My guys and I were having a good time and some of the hottest chicks were all there dancing together. I think it was someone's bachelorette party.
They had blown off some of our advances so for the night they were just eye candy and teases. After a bit, my buddy Dylan said we should give the bachelorette a night to remember. We all laughed and asked what his plan was.
"Nothing extreme, but someone should definitely let her know what she's missing getting hitched to some boring dweeb."
Rich asked, "How do you know who she's marrying? Maybe she's marrying me!"
"Idiot." Dylan rolled his eyes. "Although she's probably as good as you'd ever get."
We all laughed a bit at Rich and he joined in as well. All in good fun.
I broke the silence after that, "So, what are you going to do Dylan?"
"Well I was thinking, someone should go over and offer her an all-you-can eat sausage party for her last single night."
We all laughed at the idea. Clearly an easy way to get slapped.
"You know you'll get slapped," I said.
"Or worse!" Kevin added.
"She may knee you in the balls," Rich said before chugging back his beer.
"Well duh. That's why I won't do it. But someone else should!"
"Who's dumb enough to do that?" Kevin asked.
We sat in silence again, watching the girls dance around and against each other.
Rich piped up, "I mean, Brandon's the dumbest."
"What?!"
Dylan agreed. "That's true. He did get the lowest grades in high school."
"Hey! I graduated. That's a lot more than some folks can say from our town."
Rich said "Maybe, but at this table that still makes you the dunce."
"Ass."
Dylan really wanted to push this idea though. "Come'on Brandon. It'll be hilarious! And I'm sure she won't hit you."
Rich piled on, "Annnnd it may even lead to getting all of our dicks wet. You'd be our champion!"
Kevin laughed while claiming me "Dick Champion Brandon. Friend to all wet dicks!"
I stewed while the guys basically cried from laughter. "Come'on Brandon," Dylan finally pleaded. "Do it for me? I really could use a laugh."
"I could too! Why don't you do it?"
"Because, while you're the dumbest..."
"Ass."
"You're also the best looking."
"Gay."
Dylan ignored me. "If anyone has a chance of this working, it's you!"
"It's not going to work."
"It may..."
"My answer is no."
