JACOB
"Breathe in Slowly. It feels easy to relax when you hear those words. Every time, you go under more deeply. How do you feel, Max?"
"Feel good, Sir," Max said.
He had been coming to my house for several evenings now, studying for his exams, and always doing chores around the house. Things had never been this tidy and clean. For the past couple of evenings, Max had even asked if he could go under before leaving, just to relax and focus. I was only too happy to oblige.
Yet after exam week wrapped up, Max had suddenly vanished. No text messages. No calls. One day didn't bother me, but as the weekend stretched on, the silence grew disappointing. It wasn't until Monday evening that I saw something from him asking if he could come over.
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"Camping with the brothers, Sir," Max replied.
He did look more tan, his bronzed arms contrasting against the white tank top emblazoned with the Greek letters of his fraternity. He had been here several times now and still, he looked so much larger than life, draped over my couch.
"Your tests are done but you still reached out to me. Do you miss hypnosis?"
"Yes, Sir. Very much," Max said.
"You really missed it. Feels good to be in my control. No need to think."
"No need to think," Max echoed and smiled. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, but the stubble only accentuated his good looks and charming grin.
"You want to be around me more, Max. This is clear. You want to obey more. Even outside of trance, doing things for me just feels right. In fact, it is a privilege. You will look forward to spending time with me, doing things for me. You want to do things for me now?"
"Yes, Sir," he said happily.
"Good boy. I have something for you."
Over the past few days, I had gotten to know a little more about Max -- about his personality as well as things like the size of clothes he wore. I walked across the living room to a side table, opened a drawer and pulled out a light blue speedo. Still in trance, Max didn't react as I put the swimsuit on the coffee table in front of him.
"Stand up for me, Max. Remember, your body obeys even when you do not think. You do not need to think."
"Yes, Sir," Max said, slowly standing up. His eyes were open but there was no thought there.
"Good boy. Take off your shirt and shorts," I told him. He had already left his sneakers by the front door as he was trained to do. I enjoyed watching him pull off the tank top, his abs rippling as he pulled it over his head. Without hesitation, he pulled off his shorts next. Today, he was wearing blue boxer briefs that framed his large butt beautifully and cupped his cock and balls without squeezing them too much. A very good choice, I thought. But the speedo would look better.
"You have never been shy about your body, Max. In the locker room, you are fine with guys seeing you naked. But even if someone saw you naked outside the locker room, it would be fine. In fact, you are proud of your body, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir," Max said, still standing in just his boxer briefs. I loved that the longer he was in trance, the more aroused he became. He never got past semi-hard, but even that was enough to give me a raging hardon.
"Good boy. Take off the boxer briefs."
Max hesitated and I held my breath, praying he would obey, hoping I hadn't pushed too far. I had to admit, I had really enjoyed having him here -- even in just his underwear and nothing more. I didn't want to lose him.
A moment later, Max tucked his thumbs under the waistband and slowly, sensually slid the boxer briefs down his tanned thighs. His cock was large, cut, and shadowed a pair of equally impressive balls that hung loosely between his legs. He clearly trimmed but didn't shave which was fine for the time being.
