Discovering A Tist Ch 02

Disclaimer: Hello all! This chapter picks up immediately after the previous one, so maybe read that one first if you're interested. All characters in this work are fictional and 21+, and all events are fictional. I'm relatively new to writing, so I'm happy to hear any feedback or thoughts you had on this work, and hope you all enjoy reading!

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"

Good boy

, Ash, you're so good at following directions. Why don't you keep showing me what a

good boy

you can be and go

Prepare Yourself

." Ash felt himself shudder as he heard the last words of the sentence, and found his mind and body seemingly separate into two worlds. In one reality he was still conscious and aware, cognizant of his surroundings and aware of what he was doing despite not knowing what or why. The other reality held his body, as he climbed up off the floor and began systematically undressing himself in front of Mister Mesmer. His limbs moved precisely and automatically, with no input from himself whatsoever.

Ash became an observer in his own mind, watching his body move and take him to the bathroom, where he proceeded to experience himself prepping in what felt like 3

rd

person. If he tried at any point to deviate from his purpose or will his limbs to do anything else his mind shut down and his body disobeyed, listening now to it's true owner, the hypnotist in the next room. He then proceeded to shower and clean himself fully, then stepped out and dried off. Once all that had been completed, he felt himself step back into his own head, and once again in control of his body.

"what the fuck" he said to himself out-loud, followed by a surprised "OW!" as his right hand reached back and spanked himself automatically.

"what the hell!?" he cried out, followed by another immediate spank from his own treacherous arm.

"Oh by the way, I prefer my subjects only use clean language Ash" he heard called out from the hotel room. "I'd refrain from expletives if I were in your position"

"Are you kidding me?" Ash called back.

"Not at all..." Michael sauntered around the corner and into the bathroom doorway, "And I have a three-strike rule, first two are punished by spanking, on your third unnecessary use of profanity you're gagged for a moment."

"You're not serious..." Ash said, heat and arousal building inside him once again.

"Deadly. Try it out if you don't believe me." Michael shrugged nonchalantly and left back to the room.

"That's fucking cra-" Ash's voice was cut off as a phantom cock stuffed his mouth and shoved itself down his throat. He gagged for a moment and brought his hands to his mouth but there was nothing to pull free. Only the feeling the bulbous head and thick shaft pushing back into his throat, followed by the bitter taste of soap filling his mouth. Then the feeling of the phantom cock stuffing his mouth vanished. Ash grimaced and leaned down to the sink to rinse the taste from his tongue. It helped, but the subtle soapy flavor still rested on his tastebuds. This was ridiculous.

Ash existed the bathroom back to the hotel room and looked at Michael incredulously.

"You're telling me that when I swear now, the first two times I'll spank myself, and the 3

rd

time my mouth will be fucked by a cock that cums soap into it?"

Michael chuckled to himself for a moment then grinned back at him. "I am telling you exactly that. I hate it when my subs use explicit vocabulary, and even if you're not an official sub yet you are absolutely a subject, so I'll expect some of the same standards."

"This is fucking crazy" Ash thought aloud, already forgetting until sting of the spank hit his right ass-cheek. He stood naked in front of Michael, who looked back at him from the bed admiringly. "Was this part of the walk too?"

"No no, that would be too complicated of a trigger to instill in you during that walk, it was in the files you've been listening to, and it only comes into effect if you are with me, so rest assured if you want to keep being able to say 'fuck' and 'shit' later on you can absolutely do so. Just not while you're in my presence."

"So you couldn't make me not curse on the walk, but you could program me to cum my pants?"

"Yes actually, it's much easier to program you with things you enjoy rather than things you dislike, and you clearly enjoy being pleasured and being fucked, hence why I could also program you to 'prepare yourself' for me after we arrived."

"That did feel incredibly surreal, and I figured it's not something you'd have programmed for every person who listens to your Patreon files."

"You might be surprised, but in this case, yes that was custom. Do you want to find out any of the other custom commands?"

"Sure, why the hell not?" *SPANK*

Michael looked at him with a sly smile, "I'm starting to think you rather enjoy my clever punishments. That's something we'll have to play with later."

Ash grinned sheepishly, "I don't know, it just felt so strange, I'm curious to feel things again..."

"Oh? Well in that case,

Double Time

, and try to come here to the bed."

The cocks returned to Ash's mouth and hole, fucking into him deep as he staggered towards the mattress. He flopped onto his stomach, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated from both ends

and

being able to writhe around this time. He'd enjoyed being paralyzed and at the mercy of Michael earlier, but it was nice to let his body really show how he was feeling. His arms stretched out and pulled back, grasping at the sheets as the cocks fucked him, and his ass rose up into the air showing off his freshly cleaned hole as he felt it forced open over and over.

"This is an absolute treat. Having this adorable of a fucktoy here at my disposal, squirming and humping into the bed as he's overtaken with

pleasure

."

The waves of arousal resonated out once more through Ash's body, and he heard himself moan around the cock he felt fucking his mouth.

"Ig-... yo-... ugm-" nothing but gasps and choked moans could escape his lips, and again Michael left him like this for some time, drooling and leaking onto the mattress as he endured an invisible gangbang. Eventually Ash heard "

Double Time Release

" come from behind him and the cocks stopped their assault and faded back into nothingness. It left him feeling empty, needing something to take their place.

"You really enjoy just watching me get fucked like tha-?" Ash started to ask before he felt another cock thrust between his lips and force jaw open, fuck deep into his throat for several seconds, then burst inside him, coating his mouth with that bitter, soapy taste again.

Ash scowled and stuck his tongue out, scraping his fingers across it to try and spit out the flavor, but it didn't do much good. Michael laughed out loud now, a deep, hearty chuckle that made Ash feel tingly despite everything else.

"So I seriously can't even use the F-word when it actually applies?" Ash laughed back at him.

"No." Michael smiled, "I recommend expanding your vocabulary and searching for suitable and more appropriate synonyms. 'Taken' perhaps? Or maybe sodomized?"

"I don't know, there's an elegant simplicity to just using the word 'Fuck'". Ash was rewarded for this comment by another hard *SPANK* from his own hand.

"From everything that's happened so far, I'm getting a very strong sense that you really enjoy control." Ash started. "Is that what you get the most from these kind of relationships?"

"You're absolutely correct" Michael answered, "it doesn't really matter to me at all who's being penetrated or on top or bottom, just that I maintain control. Do you enjoy giving up that control?"

Ash laid back more comfortably in the bed, climbing under sheets to his waist and propping the pillows up behind his head.

"I do. I get so tied up in my own head sometimes that it's just a relief to let everything go." He paused and thought for a moment. "Thank you for kinda... giving me an opportunity to experience that."

Michael sat down on the side of the bed next to him and reached his hand over and placed it on the outside of Ash's thigh.

"You're very welcome. I've heard the same thing before, mostly in response to my work. It seems like everyone today just has completely too much happening to them and around them all the time, and my art is a really effective means of escape from that."

Ash looked up at him and saw a very contemplative look come across Michaels face, and he decided to just wait without commenting on the last sentence, and let Michael continue wherever his train of thought was starting to lead him.

"You should know I'm not any sort of licensed therapist or anything similar" the bigger man chuckled at him. "Like I said last week, I started doing this for myself, then I found other people who were already doing something like this. I emulated it until I began to create my own identity in this sphere. At this point I do genuinely see what I create as art, and I've been living off the support from it for almost 3 years now. Like an author does I spend hours to days writing and revising scripts, then I take the time to record and properly mix all the audio, followed by splicing in certain sound effects, musical scores and queues, modifying my vocal recordings at times and amplifying or tuning certain portions. I spend a lot of time and effort in creating the files you listen to, and I'm proud that it can help people like you."

Ash blushed, unsure how to react now that the heated moment they'd been sharing turned so genuine. He looked up at Michael with a soft smile and reached down to caress the hand resting on his leg.

"I think you've done a wonderful job with your art, and I know many people including me have enjoyed it very much"

"Now it's my turn to say thank you" the big man replied. The moment seemed to pass on serenely, neither of them wanting to break this instance of connection they had spontaneously created. They simply sat for a moment, Ash's hand caressing up and down Michael's arm. After enough time had passed, Michael looked down at Ash and asked, "can I show you something else I've been working on?"

"Of course!"

Micheal crawled around behind Ash and climbed under the blankets, spooning him with his larger frame, and reached down to pull the blanket up to their shoulders. They lay there for a moment, then Michael began speaking.

"I want you to relax for me, finding an even pace in your breathing, listening to your heartbeat calming your head and emptying your mind..." the induction seeped directly into Ash's mind, and his eyes were already fluttering closed by the time he heard the first

Drop

. He felt himself sink into that familiar warm abyss, the easy floating of mindlessness that accompanied dropping into trance. His awareness fell deep into the back of his mind, and he felt the whispered words drift through his hazy thoughts. The words pulled him deeper, relaxed him more fully, released every ounce of tension he held until he felt like a puddle of calm laying in the bed.

Then he found himself floating, and the world re-materializing around him, starting with the cool blue of the sky. It felt like the blue expanse went on forever in every direction, and became punctuated by fluffy white clouds drifting alongside him. Ash felt the warmth of the sunshine high above him, and traces of land far beneath him, as he soared through the vastness of the open sky. Maybe it was wings that pulled him aloft, or the wind cushioning his weight and pushing him higher, or maybe he had simply become so light that he just floated into the air on his own accord.

Ash he felt himself rise, higher and higher, whatever force bringing him up taking him further and further until the clouds fell away beneath him and the ground disappeared entirely. He saw the curve of the horizon, and the blue of the sky all around him was replaced by the warm darkness of space, speckled with stars sparkling everywhere he looked. He lost track of which direction was up and simply pushed onwards, propelled in whatever direction he faced. The feeling was breathtaking, this almost lucid dream he was immersed in feeling so real yet so fantastical at the same time.

He turned to face the world he had just left and saw it in all its beauty. The shining snow of mountaintops glistened in the sun, the sparkling oceans waves crashed against warm beaches, the vibrant life and color of forests radiated scents and sounds, and vast expanses of open fields spread out for endless miles. Taking it all in felt almost awe inspiring, but it also became a little overwhelming and he found himself drifting back down to the earth, grounding himself and his feelings in a lush meadow. He sank into the tall grass as it almost cradled him like a cushion, and around him colorful flowers swayed in a comfortable breeze.

He felt himself rising for a moment, climbing up and out of this fantasy, and had nearly crested back to full awareness before he heard a

*SNAP*

and felt himself cascading back down into it. He sunk with ease and could feel in his head the battle between holding onto the image of the peaceful glade around him and simply blanking out into mindlessness. He fought this battle for a moment, then again was pulled roughly up and out of trance with a "

Wake

" as the world of the hotel room started to return, foggy and distorted around him. Ash didn't even have time to adjust back to reality before another "

Drop

" kicked his mind out from under him and left him spiraling back down into trance.

Some small, distant part of Ash's mind was aware of what was happening. It knew Michael was fractionating him, soothing and gentle words pulling him up and pushing him down over and over again, playing with his head like a yo-yo and leaving him even more drifty and suggestible. He felt himself pushed into such a deep trance that he forgot to be aware of the trance at all, simply followed along with whatever the words told him his reality was.

And the words sparked an ember in Ash's core, igniting some small flame within him that radiated warmth. It felt good, as the heat spread out from his center and leached into each of his arms and legs. Slowly it crawled onward, spreading until gentle tingles of the flame undulated across his entire nervous system. They sent sparks of pleasurable warmth across him, and heightened his senses as they responded to the pleasant stimuli.

Then the words began making him feel more pleasure, and the tingling and sparks of arousal dispersed with passion. He felt his pulse carrying the arousal throughout his entire body with every beat of his heart. Every breath in fanned flames of desire building inside him, and he could feel the heat soaking into his muscles from his fingertips all the way down to his toes.

It felt magical as the arousal built and built, the fire inside him smoldering with vigor and making him pant. His cheeks felt flushed and beads of sweat dappled his brow. His body was reacting to the sensations, his palms clenching and releasing and his toes curling into the feelings. The heat was also pushing his cock to fullness, the blood pumping hard between his legs as he soaked in it.

Ash had no idea how long he had been under, nor how long Michael planned to keep him there as the feelings started to amplify. Somewhere in his head the words were still flowing, but Ash had no clue what they were anymore. Something inside him knew how to take whatever was being told to him and make him feel it without Ash having any ability to process or understand what exactly was being said.

He was trapped in the pleasure, his world overtaken by the heat and arousal that had penetrated his body to the bone. He could feel his arms and legs squirming with the feelings, and his sensitive nerve endings sparked with pleasure as his body writhed in the heat. Then it started channeling into his core, flowing from all around his body and centering his groin. It was pulled there as by gravity, the force unavoidable and unstoppable as it combined and amplified all the feelings he had been subjected to. It swirled into his center and built upon itself, becoming a tangible pressure trying to force it's way out through his crotch, straining his cock forward against the sheets.

His cock throbbed and leaked, and Ash felt his balls now tightening, desperate to release all the sensation that was building inside him. He felt himself growing closer to some precipice as his body throbbed. He suffered the pleasure being forced onto him and amplified, yet no release even seemed possible, as a mere trickle at the tip of his cock slowly leaked the tension into the sheets around him.

The pleasure fractaled in his mind, like the illusion it always crept closer and closer, diving forward infinitely but never reaching the end. He climbed higher and higher but could never find a summit, seeing only more build up at the end of each wave of heat rippling inside him.

"

And Wake

" a voice said above him, and Ash was thrust back into reality. He was humping into the air and panting with ragged breaths. He realized he was moaning aloud, filling the hotel room returning to his senses with sounds of bliss. Heat still pumped through his veins, and the pressure building in his cock hadn't stopped growing and was pushing him closer and closer to an edge he felt he could never reach.

The broad frame of Michael was kneeling over his chest, and Ash looked up at the bigger man with desperate need. He realized Michael's cock was resting on his chest, drooling into his pecs only inches away from his face. The weight of it sat heavy on his sternum, the mushroom tip a deep red and the small hole staring directly down the bridge of his nose as it leaked fluid onto him. The musky scent of it smothered Ash's senses and he whined with need.

"I'm sure you're feeling

Hot

right now" Michael's voice purred above him, "the pleasure manifests inside you and compounds upon itself, making you so desperate for release that it drives you mad."

Ash's skin was buzzing, and the man above him kept talking.

"I'm sorry to say that it's not going to stop. You're not going to cum, only ride higher along that edge until the pleasure shatters you. Unless of course, you make me cum. You're going to find that taking my cock inside you is an instant relief, a dowse of cool water on the fire burning inside you, until I cum. When I do your entire being will erupt in pleasure, and you're going to experience the most full-bodied orgasm of your life. Now start sucking before you get lost in your own depravity."

Without hesitation Ash's lips pulled to the tip of his cock, vacuum sealing themselves around it and pulling as much of the member into his mouth as he could. Michael shoved his hips forward as Ash leaned in and buried the cock deep in his mouth. He took it to the hilt in an instant and felt relief washing over him, the pleasure subsiding from an agonizing full body edge to a euphoric heat isolated to his groin. The cock in his mouth made Ash gag, pausing for a moment to catch his breath without releasing it totally from his lips, then he dove back into sucking. The flared tip rubbed against the back of his throat as his tongue played along the underside of the tip and tracing its' way to the base. The thick weight of it kept his jaw forced apart and the fuzz of hair along the base and over Michael's balls brushed against Ash's chin.

He sucked and pulled with the back of his mouth and tongue, trying to milk the pleasure out of Michael, and tasted this pre that had been drooling from the tip a moment before. It filled his body with lust and desire, causing him to suck with an inhuman ferocity.