Every Other Day Pt 03

I had trouble sleeping that night. I lied awake in bed thinking things over. Did I really hurt Matt's feelings somehow? I feel disconnected from what I even did, what I was feeling. What the hell was this even about? As I kept trying to retrace the events of that evening, I kept thinking of our hypnosis session. For the life of me, I couldn't remember anything about it. But for some reason... I liked the fact that I couldn't. Which makes NO sense at all.

Hell, it wasn't just that I liked it, it turned me on a little. He put me under, and I couldn't remember anything. He had put me under and I submitted to him... I submitted to him... I submitted to him..

My head felt a little fuzzy, and my eyelids became a bit heavy. Unconsciously, I began to reach for my crotch and rub myself into the feeling. I submitted to him.. I submitted to him... I submitted to Matt... I submitted to master...

I drifted off to sleep.

I'd hoped that I would feel better about this whole situation in the morning, but the next day wasn't any better. I just couldn't get Matt off my mind. I felt so bad that I didn't submit to him and tell him that I was turned on. I should have submitted to him. It would have been so easy. None of this would have happened. I should have just submitted.

I blank my eyes slowly for a second and thought. 'Submitted'? Since when do I use that word? And especially in reference to friends? Something was up. Maybe... maybe it had something to do with the hypnosis sessions..

I began to research into the subject as soon as I got home from work. Matt really didn't tell me a whole lot about hypnosis other than what was convenient for someone who knew nothing. But damn did he leave out a lot. As I kept reading, I got increasingly concerned about what Matt was doing to me in our sessions. Thinking back on it, the word 'submission' never entered my train of thought until after our last session. And he definitely never used to call me 'good boy'. He was doing something fucked up to me.

I texted Matt to confront him. And this way, he had no way of triggering me.

"Hey Matt, how's it going?"

"It's fine, I guess."

"Well, I wanted to talk about last night."

"What's there to say?" he said, a little more aggressively.

"Well, I want to know why you're so upset with me."

"You KNOW why. You didn't submit to me when I asked you to, and that is messed up."

"Well actually, I want to talk about that. Because we have never talked about 'submission' before. At least not until our hypnosis sessions. Same thing with you calling me a good boy. What the fuck have you been doing to me?"

He tried to call me twice, and I immediately hung up twice. "Please, I can explain everything. Just answer the phone."

"Yeah, no thanks. I'm not an idiot. Now leave me alone or I'm calling the police."

He called a third time, and my finger slipped. I answered the call. My eyes widened in surprise. "Oh shi-!"

"Sleep now."

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My eyes opened. I was on my couch, and Matt was next to me, looking at me. "You okay?" he asked, gently putting his hand on my knee.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I just kinda blanked. Um... what were we doing just now? Was there a plan, or...?"

Matt shook his head and chuckled. "Yes, silly. You asked me to come over to show you a movie. And even though it's not. movie night, I agreed and felt it would be a good idea."

I nodded. "Right, right. So what are we watching tonight?"

He pointed at his laptop that had been hooked up to my tv. "We're watching something special and hard to find. A rare gem. So I need you to pay close attention, okay?"

I straightened myself to look directly at the tv. "Okay Matt, I'm ready."

"Good boy," he hummed, hitting play on the remote. The TV image morphed into a swirling spiral, ones of green and brown... they kinda reminded me of Matt's eyes...

The colors kept swirling and swirling... Matt's voice would speak from the TV... Just telling me to breathe... to watch.. to SLEEP NOW...

My eyes stayed open. My body was melted completely. And so was my mind. But I didn't care. I just followed the video's instructions... Matt's instructions... Master's instructions...

"Say them out loud now. Three times each. Say them and let them soak into you. They become your nature. Say them now."

"Matt is my master, he controls my mind. Matt is my master, he controls my mind. Matt is my master, he controls my mind."

"I want to obey Master. I want to obey Master. I want to obey Master."

"It turns me on to submit to Master. It turns me on to submit to Master. It turns me on to submit to Master."

"If I ever disobey Master, I will let him drop me. If I ever disobey Master, I will let him drop me. If I ever disobey Master, I will let him drop me."

At some point, the colors slowly faded away to black. As they faded, so did strength of my eyelids, and my eyes closed. I was deep in trance, unable to move or think at all. Matt slid his hand up to my inner thigh and squeezed it, rubbing just gently. "It felt good to drop again for me, didn't it?"

"Yes master," I blankly responded.

"Yes, it felt good to drop for me, because it means you are a good boy. Good boys love to drop for their masters. They look forward to dropping for their masters. They want fall deep in trance and obey." Matt began to slide his hand higher up my leg. "Are you a good boy for master?"

"Yes, I'm a good boy for master."

He smiled as he pushed his hand up to my crotch. "Very good. Your obedience training is going so well." Matt gently rubbed my dick through my pants. "Now it's time for you to better understand how you truly feel about me. I don't care how you felt before we started these sessions. You don't care either. All that matters is what I tell you to feel now. Isn't that right?"

I nodded lazily as my cock started to harden at his touch. "Yes master."

"Good boy. Now, I want you to just focus on my hand stroking you through your pants. It feels so, so good." My cock got harder and harder with his every word. "Having your master touch you like this is the best feeling. Having him give you a present like this for being a good boy for him. It's all you want. All you fantasize about."

I started to breathe harder. Fuck, I was so hard... "That's it. Harder for me. Hard for Matt. Hard for your master. Only I can get you hard like this. You will need it. You will crave it." Matt leaned in and began to whisper in my ear, breathing down my neck and sending chills down my spine. "You only want Matt. You only need Matt. Nothing and no one else turns you on. You need your master for you to get off. Understand?"

I was squirming from all the excitement. "Y-yes.. master.."

"Good boy." He pecked me on my neck. "But I need you to know why you feel that way. Make you completely mine forever. I need you to know that you love me. You've been my friend for a while, but you've realized that you have fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with me. Understand?"

"Yes master." Drool that was forming in my mouth began to spill out. My spit left me just as my sexuality did.

"You realize now that you are gay. You love me and get turned on when you think about me. Every time I touch you, even just tapping your shoulder, you get hard. Understand?"

"Yes master."

"Good boy. Now take in these suggestions. Believe them. Drill them into your mindless, mushy brain. Until I tell you to stop, I want you to repeat: "I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on."

"I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on."

Matt started to suck on my neck as he rubbed my now full length through my pants. Small moans were starting to escape me between phrases.

"I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on."

I'm in love with Matt, and only he turns me on. The suggestion burrowed deeper and deeper into my subconscious. No, not a suggestion... this was what I felt, this was who I was. I was in love with Matt. And only he turned me on. It was the absolute truth.

"I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on. I'm in love with Matt, only he turns me on."

I was so hard that now my precum was starting to show up on my pants. Matt looked down and saw my darkened crotch. He smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You've done so well for me. So perfect. Now, I just need you to -" he reached behind my head and snapped his fingers, "wake up."

"E... eh?" I shook my head a bit. "What happened..?" I was so, so hard... so unbearably hard.. I looked over and saw Matt. It was just like the last time I woke up in my apartment a little while ago... Wait.. it happened again?? My eyes opened in shock.

"You- you-!" I shot up from the couch in both anger and fear. "You dropped me again, didn't you?!"

Matt calmly sat there and smirked up at me. "But you wanted to be dropped, whether or not you would admit it." He patted the seat cushion next to him. "Why don't you sit down and we can talk about it?"

I folded my arms and stepped back. "Like hell! You need to get the hell out of my apartment!"

He shrugged and stood up from the couch. "Well, suit yourself, then."

I stared daggers at him as he walked towards me. "Yeah, I think I will."

As I turned around to open the door for him, He lightly grabbed my shoulder from behind. I quickly whipped around, yelling, "What the hell are you-?" Matt quickly moved his hand in to my inner shoulder and neck, touching my bare skin. My knees suddenly felt a little weak. Hell, my whole body did. And I felt this aching.. this aching in my cock. "Wh-wha-?"

He cut me off, "Shhhh, now. Just look into my eyes." He lifted his hand up to my chin, my eyes making contact with his. "You know now to submit. You know it's what you want. Don't fight it."

As my eyes met his, I couldn't look away. I just couldn't do anything but listen. Matt brought his other hand to my crotch and rubbed. I moaned out as I stared directly into his eyes. I wanted to resist but... I just couldn't. And it felt good... it felt so good. He just slowly stroked my cock and I couldn't do anything about it.

"That's it, that's it. This is where you belong, don't you see? Obeying me. Submitting to me. It turns you on so, so much, doesn't it?"

"I-I... I..." I didn't want to answer him. He didn't deserve an answer... and I was afraid of what I might say...

He smiled at me. "It's okay. You don't have to admit it just yet. But you do need to answer one thing right now. Do you want to cum?"

His pace quickened as I stared on into his deep eyes. I began to moan out. "I... I... ohhh...."

"That's it, c'mon now," Matt chided, "just say it. There's nothing wrong with saying it. Do you want to cum? Yes or no."

I panted loudly now. "I... yes... I want to cum..."

"There you are. No need to think. Just be a good boy and cum for me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, I buckled my knees as I came harder than I ever had before, soiling my clothes in semen. I fell to the floor and kneeled, leaning on my arms for support. I stayed there at his feet, gasping as waves of pleasure spread from my cock all around my body.

Matt stood over me for a moment, basking in his triumph, and then walked toward the door. My eyes followed his feet as he walked, shifting up his body and meeting his gaze again as he stopped in the doorway. "I hope you understand what you need now. You can try to resist it all you want. But I've made you mine, and mine completely." He smirked and turned around. As he left, he called back to me, "Give me a text when you're ready to move forward. Or better yet, a call."

I stared at the doorway for a minute or two after he left, contemplating what just happened, and what I should do next. No matter what I came up with... I was fucked.