Stripping the Painter

Ryan felt confused as he rolled the Desert Wind paint onto the old dude's wall. Why was it taking so damn long to paint this house? His girlfriend Tanya had asked him that morning what made this particular job drag on so much. But at least he was getting paid by the hour, even if the paint was in boring shades of camel and beige. He had the whole house to paint but after two weeks it seemed as if he had hardly started. Of course, the old guy was incredibly nice and hospitable to him, even offering him fragrant herbal tea every day, so that did delay him a bit for sure.

Another, unrelated puzzle was how damn horny he felt all the time. It couldn't be anything to do with this particular house, he felt sure, but every time he walked in he could feel the tingling in his groin increasing, making his cock grow harder -- sometimes even into a full-blow erection, as it was now in Tanya's panties. And he wasn't sure why had he taken to wearing her undies either. That was another mystery. But it felt so good. He had definitely developed a panty fetish recently but it wasn't as if anyone knew what he was wearing under his painting overalls and jeans. It was just a bit of harmless fun. Some erotic titillation to help defray the boredom of being a house painter.

But there were a few things Ryan didn't know, even though his brain sometimes tried to reach for the answers that lay just out of reach, like a dream that you struggle to remember as soon as you wake up.

He could not know, for example, that his client, Robert, was a retired hypno-therapist. Nor that Robert had been forced to retire and to move here from another state after, well, let's just say some unfortunate incidents that were a little uncomfortable for him professionally. There were rumours that he might have molested some of the patients who came to see him, both male and female, although nobody had any proof or clear recollections. No reliable eye witnesses could be found but several confused women and angry spouses meant that things had become somewhat difficult, so he had chosen to suspend his practice and disappear to Nebraska.

Ryan was also blithely unaware of some other things -- even things that had happened in this very house during the time he was having tea with Robert. But that was because he had been subliminally programmed not to remember them. For example, he was unaware that he had started the practice of wearing female panties under the irresistible power of Robert's suggestions.

For his part, Robert had deliberately not tried out his mind-control powers since arriving in Omaha until now. But somehow he couldn't resist experimenting just a little with the good-looking young painter who came to do his house.

"Why not take a break and come and sit with me for a minute?" He asked, a couple of days after Ryan had started work. "I've brewed some nice tea and I'm sure it would be relaxing for you to sit and enjoy it." Ryan noticed that Robert had a strangely soothing voice, and he gave off such a "nice guy" aura that Ryan felt happy to comply. He put his roller to one side and climbed down the ladder. "There's nothing wrong with taking a break." Robert was saying in the compelling baritone that seemed to penetrate Ryan's brain in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. "...nothing wrong with taking some enjoyment, some pleasure during the working day."

His gray eyes locked onto Ryan's for a moment, making Ryan feel uncomfortable at first, then nicely relaxed. "Don't forget that Thomas Jefferson talked about the pursuit of happiness, by which he meant pleasure," Robert continued. Somehow his repeated emphasis on the word pleasure made that concept just hang in the air shimmering like a mirage; an oasis that would shelter you from the desert wind on a hot day that you just yearned to go to.

Hah! Desert Wind... was Ryan's mind playing tricks on him?

"Better take off those overalls before you sit down." Robert went on evenly, "Don't want to get paint on my sofa."

Ryan obligingly undid the shoulder fasteners and stepped out of the overalls. Robert's pleasant voice was a friendly monotone that made Ryan feel somehow safe and stupidly happy. Ryan was unaware that Robert was playing a mind trick on him and was addressing a different, highly compliant part of his brain. Robert's voice somehow bypassed the frontal cortex and communicated directly to his amygdala -- the emotional, feeling area of the brain, not the logical one. His technique, combined with the "herbal" tea also released large quantities of dopamine in his patients, overwhelming them with an irresistible longing for physical pleasure and opening them up to receiving whatever suggestive thoughts Robert decided to plant there.

Robert noticed that Ryan had stopped moving, almost as if he was waiting for the next instruction. That was a very good sign. He didn't know Ryan would be so susceptible to thought control. He poured the steaming, aromatic tea into two cups and handed one to Ryan. It was Robert's own special brew that suffused Ryan's body with a delicious warmth as he sipped it, and left him with a pleasant feeling of euphoria. He felt slightly high. The tea was putting him into a dream-like state. It was also opening pathways in his brain that govern what psychotherapists call motivational salience. The subconscious desire for pleasure and longing for reward were gaining in urgency, rather like an addict might feel when they crave their next high.

"Sit down, Ryan. You won't remember any of this tomorrow." Robert said in his pleasant, soothing voice that seemed to penetrate Ryan's brain in a way he couldn't resist and somehow didn't want to. He was enjoying the shared intimacy of drinking tea and listening to this man's wonderfully relaxing voice. It reminded him of the male voice that often read erotic stories to him on his headphones while he was working in the yard, pretending to Tanya that they were political podcasts. And darned if it wasn't having the same effect on him physically. He felt as if he was slipping into some sort of nice, wet dream and his cock was now throbbing pleasantly between his legs.

Robert could also feel himself becoming excited. As he checked out how good the painter looked in his faded denims he realized that his hypnotic tricks had lost none of their power. "Pleasure is so important in a man's life, isn't it?" Robert was saying agreeably. "You should give yourself pleasure every day. Pleasure yourself often. Are you ready to feel pleasure now?"

Ryan nodded dumbly, feeling himself becoming more and more dreamily aroused at Robert's words, although he didn't understand why. Every time Robert enunciated the word "pleasure" he felt pleasantly soporific and his genitals became gradually warmer, harder and more tingly in his pants. He was dreamily watching a movie that zoomed all the way in on Robert's mouth until it filled his whole field of vision. The word pleasure was drawn out like slow motion. The soft pop of Robert's plump lips as he made the P sound followed by the gentle "Zzzshhh" in the middle of the word was weirdly seductive. Ryan found it mesmerizing and he stared at Robert lethargically knowing on some level that he was somehow being manipulated, but at the same time he was experiencing a strange but welcome flood of arousal that confused his mind and pleasantly muddled his thoughts. It flowed like warm butter throughout his body, from his foggy head all the way down to his crotch with a tingling sensation he couldn't describe, perhaps because he was losing the ability to do so. Although he didn't really care. A pleasant deluge of reckless, carefree happiness was mingling with a deliciously powerful feeling of sexual desire, taking over his brain and subsuming his entire being. The erotic mist that clouded his mind was gradually suppressing conscious thought and replacing it with nothing. Nothing but an intensely enjoyable need for pleasure. Sexual pleasure. This was so-o-o good. He loved the full erection he could now feel between his legs and he parted them to give it more room to grow. He could use a nap but at the same time he had an inexplicable urge to take all his clothes off and masturbate.

Robert knew his words and the special compound in the tea were having the desired effect. He could tell by Ryan's drooping eyelids and overly relaxed motions like a floppy Raggedy Anne doll, and he liked the salacious way Robert was now sitting with his knees wide apart and his hand resting unconsciously on his bulging hard-on.

"Why don't you put down your teacup and let's get comfortable and relax together." Robert suggested. He didn't want tea spilled on his sofa, or anything else for that matter.

Robert knew perfectly well that what he was doing was wrong. He was bisexual and loved to watch both gay and straight porn. But having a live submissive person in front of him was so much better than pornography. However, he didn't want to get into another situation like before, back in Georgia. Things had got out of control there and inevitably people began to suspect him of unethical behavior. Seduction was often easier with the women, many of whom fell readily into unthinking acceptance and easy compliance, completely unaware that they were undressing for him and not registering that they were voluntarily masturbating in front of him. But with the men it was more difficult. One of his patient's wives noticed that her husband often came home from therapy with unexplained quantities of still-wet semen on his clothes which had inevitably led to awkward conversations. He needed to be much more careful.

But Ryan was quite simply too tempting. He was so attractive and such an easy target. Robert had enjoyed getting to know to Ryan, chatting about his life and his girlfriend while he painted. Robert loved to stand close to the painter while he was up on his stepladder from where Robert could safely check out Ryan's nice, tight butt and the sinful bulge at the front of his overalls at eye level. Secretly ogling his deliciously sexy body was so much fun. And now here was the painter, succumbing so easily to Robert's persuasive powers. Robert longed to undress him. He simply couldn't resist the temptation of trying out maybe one or two more additional instructions, if only to find out how deeply entranced Ryan was and how compliant he might be. So Robert calmly said, "Better take off those jeans. Don't want to get paint on my sofa."

Ryan unthinkingly obliged with no more than a strange sense of déjà vu at the repeated phrase. Robert grimaced as he saw the stained white Y-fronts that Ryan was wearing, although they bulged with an impressive set of genitals. Ryan appeared to be gifted with a large cock and was nursing an obvious erection that threatened to burst out of his underwear. It tented out the stretch cotton material like a zeppelin in his pants. But the underpants themselves were awful. Straight men have such uninteresting underwear in America, Robert thought. They had to go.

"Can you feel the soft material of the sofa on the back of your legs?" Robert asked, deliberately heightening Robert's sensitivity to physical stimuli. Ryan nodded stupidly, his mouth slightly open while his eyes were half closed. He felt dozy but his body was alive with sensual input. "It's pleasurable, isn't it? Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes?" Robert suggested kindly as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "You would be so much more comfortable with nothing on, wouldn't you? And you could feel the velvety material on your bare ass. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Ryan readily agreed. It would be pleasurable to be naked. So very very nice.

He really liked this guy. So thoughtful. And such a relaxing way of speaking that made Robert feel so, um, so... He was having trouble thinking clearly but, like an addict seeking a fix, he was eager to comply with whatever Robert wanted. His brain was bathed in dopamine, the chemical which governs reward and motivation and which generates the sensation of pleasure. But his amygdala wasn't transferring his live experiences into his memory the way it normally would, and his frontal cortex was asleep, exactly as if he was dreaming. The aphrodisiac in Ryan's herbal tea was also working its magic on him. That's why Ryan found himself unable resist the suggestions that Robert was planting. Gradually he felt more sensual. More dopey and less rational, and so... sexy. There was no other word for it. His whole body felt as if it was being subsumed by an overwhelming desire for sensual pleasure.

Suddenly longing to be naked, Ryan undid his shirt and took it off, exposing his smooth, muscular torso. He found to his delight that his nipples were erect and hyper-sensitive. And my god he had a fucking amazing hard-on in his pants, the likes of which he had rarely felt before. He was intensely sexually aroused, with a cock like a steel bar. He stood and pulled his underwear down, having some difficulty extracting his rigid member from the material, then remained standing while Robert appraised his nude form.

Robert had learned a great deal about medicinal teas as well as mind control during his time in Nepal. He had also learned about polyamorous tantric sex. His first trip to Kathmandu on a hiking trip at age nineteen was the most memorable. It was thanks to his hosts, Ravi and Angya, that he had discovered his bisexuality at the small tea house he stayed at. Ayng was a small, pretty woman with dark skin, pretty eyes and a permanent smile. She welcomed him into their tiny, dark, wood-panelled tea house after Ravi had found him lost and shivering on the hillside path near their remote house. Ravi didn't speak much English, but Ayng did. She took his backpack, gave him tea and encouraged him out of his clothes.

"You lie here." She said, indicating a massage table. Then she massaged oil into his tired back, shoulders and ass. Being a horny young man, he would have undressed willingly for her anyway, even without the aphrodisiac herbs she used in the tea. But the more she touched him the more he started to experience a warm, languid compliance spreading through his body making him feel relaxed, carefree and accepting.

He rolled over onto his back feeling pleasure suffuse his body. Being naked and erect even with Ravi present seemed natural and pleasantly dreamy. He liked the way Ayng's small insistent hands massaged his nude body, paying particular attention to his genitals, making his penis and testicles oily and slick. His cock felt enormous and wonderfully responsive in her clever hands. He hadn't resisted at all when she guided it into her husband's mouth. He'd never done anything sexual with another man before but Ravi sucked him sensually and deliciously, unfortunately stopping just before he came. Later they took him to bed, and he lay in between his naked host and hostess. He faced Ayng, who cradled his throbbing genitals lovingly in her small feminine hands while her husband gently entered him from behind, plunging all the way in until Ravi's hips were tight against his slick buttocks. Now he understood why she had spent so much time spreading thick, glutenous oil between the cheeks of his ass, dipping her fingers inside him until he had been mewling in unreleased pleasure. Ravi fucked him tenderly that first time while Ayng kissed him with soft, wet lips, cradling his cock until he finally exploded in a messy climax that covered her thighs and stomach while Ravi's warm sex cream filled him in a way that left him panting and satisfied.

He wasn't sorry when they didn't send him on his way the next day. Instead, they played with him all the following day and night, keeping him naked and aroused, his brain sodden with lust and the deliciously addictive tea. Ayng and Ravi took turns edging him closer and closer to orgasm with their hands and mouths while skillfully stopping just short of allowing him to cum. When darkness fell they took him to bed again, this time with Robert craving an orgasm more powerfully than he could ever remember. His mind couldn't focus on anything except the compelling desire to cum and his cock was as rigid as an iron bar. Ayng put her hand behind his head and kissed him open-mouthed, then bent him over, persuading him to accept Ravi's long, hard cock into his mouth. Robert had sucked him reluctantly at first, yearning instead to sink his own cock into Ayng's little, lightly furred pussy, but he became more eager as she stimulated his ass and his achingly hard cock while Ravi fucked his mouth in a way he found dirty and exciting. Having a large throbbing male sex organ in his mouth became gradually more and more pleasurable for him. He was panting for release and he realized he was he started to enjoy it, even as Ravi's copious gush of hot semen spewed over his tongue and down his throat. He was so dizzy with arousal that when he was presented with the glossy globes of Ravi's tight, almost feminine ass he was overcome with lust and couldn't wait to push his aching member home so he could finally ejaculate, sunk all the way into the hot depths of the other man's pleasure cavern.

During the two months he stayed with them, Robert learned how to pleasure both a man and a woman, and they taught him how the techniques of withholding orgasm only served to increase the ultimate pleasure of release. He learned how to suck cock until Ravi was moaning with need, and she showed him ways to pleasure a woman's pussy with his tongue and fingers, although never his cock. His ejaculation was almost always reserved for Ravi's pleasure which he came to accept and love. He learned to accept Ravi's seed pumping into his mouth and his ass whenever Ayng told him to do so, and it only slowly entered his consciousness that she was in control of his orgasms. Strangely he gave himself willingly to this arrangement and allowed she and Ravi to have total control over him. He was only allowed to cum when they deliberately took him over the edge.

But Ayng was a friendly mistress, showing him all the herbs and dried fungi in her kitchen that she mixed in with the tea, even letting him experiment with different kinds. Some were mildly hallucinogenic while others invoked such a powerful desire for sex it was almost unbearable. His memory became pretty patchy during the pleasant days and weeks he remained there as their guest, so finally he asked Ayng about it.

"Sit and look." She instructed him, sitting in the chair opposite him. Every time his eyes wandered she would fix her dark brown eyes on his and say fiercely, "No. Look. Really look. And listen." He stared into her eyes and started to feel mildly stoned. Then she would hum a tune which mesmerized him until all his senses were directed at her, and his brain was focused only on pleasing her. To prove it was working she would instruct him to take off his clothes and walk outside. Typically he would be unable to resist the urge to masturbate, after which he would awake and wonder how he got there. Eventually, after much pestering, she agreed to teach him some of her tricks. When Robert left there at the end of the Himalayan summer, he was a novice hypnotist and pharmacologist, and was experienced in the pleasurable art of tantric sex. He had also completely embraced his bisexuality. Over the years he had honed and perfected Ayng's techniques, and could now execute them just as skillfully as she had done.

"That's good," Robert breathed with unconcealed delight at the sight of Ryan's fit, muscular, naked body. "Now before you sit down again you'd better go over and close the curtains. We don't want anyone seeing you like this. You're all big and hard. Oh my god, such a lovely big erection. You're going to need to touch it and pleasure yourself. So we need privacy."

"Privacy." Ryan repeated stupidly as he walked loose-limbed over to the window to shut the drapes, his rock-hard cock bobbing upwards with a nice curve that left a wet puddle where it touched his stomach. Robert took the opportunity to study the young man's enviable physique, especially the firm globes of his nice tight ass. God, he was gorgeous. Clothed, Ryan was a good looking man. Naked he was quite simply beautiful. His cock was mouth-watering.