Author's Note: This story contains themes of questionable consent by way of mental manipulation. If that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read further. Please do not bother to make comments just to say it's wrong or messed up. This is intended solely as fictional fantasy.
----Mark Roberts Perspective-----
Roberts peered through the hole in the fence to see what the young couple next door were up to. He saw Kyle, the boy who lived there and his girlfriend Maria.
Kyle was 20 but Roberts wasn't sure about Maria. He had only interacted with her on a minimal level. She had to be pretty close in age to Kyle. Maybe a little older perhaps.
The couple was standing barefoot in the grass smiling at one another. Roberts was about to look away, his curiosity abated, when he heard Maria speak. She said something that struck Roberts as quite out of the ordinary.
"Are you sure you want me to try and hypnotize you?"
"Yeah, maybe it will work, it'll be fun," said Kyle with a cute giggle.
"Okay. Well here it goes, relax, listen to my voice..."
Maria droned on for a few minutes. Roberts left the fence after the first minute to water a plant and then came back to see if she was done.
His curiosity was really heightened now. Maria was still speaking but seemed to be finishing up.
"When you hear the phrase, uhh... "green pine cones," you will enter a deep hypnotic trance again, becoming twice as deeply relaxed as the last time. What is your phrase?"
"Green pine cones..." mumbled Kyle with his eyes closed.
Roberts raised an eyebrow as he continued watching the two. Was something actually happening or was Kyle pretending?
"You will accept any suggestions I make, won't you Kyle?"
"Yes. I will accept any suggestions Maria," said Kyle. To Roberts, it sounded like Kyle was sleep-talking, or mumbling during a dream perhaps.
"Cool. Let's see..." Maria rubbed her chin and looked around as if searching for inspiration and then turned back to her boyfriend and smiled.
"When I wake you up, you will do the chicken dance and sing the barbie girl song. Wake up."
Kyle opened his eyes and started doing the chicken dance and singing the song. His eyes opened wide with surprise as his body launched into motion. Maria started laughing and pointing at him.
"Okay, I think it worked!" she cackled. "You can stop."
He kept going despite her permission.
"Woops, uh, green pine cones."
Kyle stopped dancing and singing and closed his eyes.
"There we go. You can stop. Wake up."
Kyle opened his eyes and broke into embarrassed giggles.
"Oh my god! I can't believe that. Suddenly I was just dancing and singing and I couldn't stop no matter what! That's so weird!"
"Yeah, seriously, we should go inside though. I better get running here."
"Okay, I'll see you out and then get back to my gardening."
The two walked into the small house and disappeared. Roberts left his place at the fence and did some more watering. Quite interesting, he thought.
He entertained the thought of what he'd do if he had a pretty young teen boy like Kyle under the effect of hypnosis, which was apparently real. There would be a lot fewer embarrassing songs and much more alluring behaviors. Maybe some sexy belly dancing.
He chuckled at the thought of his male neighbor doing a belly dance for a middle aged man like him.
Then again, maybe he could have Kyle under the effect of hypnosis. The thought froze him. In theory...
All he had to do was say the phrase right? Assuming he hadn't been faking. He thought back. No, it had seemed pretty genuine. Kyle had seemed really embarrassed afterward.
Maria had just said she was leaving, so maybe he could try it when Kyle came back out to the backyard. Roberts wouldn't do anything naughty, but he would just see if he could do it. It would be fun. Just harmless fun. Nothing else.
A couple minutes later, he heard a car start and drive away, and soon after he heard Kyle's screen door open and then close.
His heart rate accelerated as he contemplated trying to put Kyle under. He waited for a couple minutes and then opened the gate in the fence between their two yards. Kyle looked up as Mr. Roberts entered the yard.
Kyle stood up and smiled before wiping his brow, succeeding only in smearing the sweat around.
"Hiya Mark, this is amazing weather isn't it?"
"Oh yes, I was just doing some gardening myself. We could use more days like this."
He took in Kyle's appearance. He was 20 now and in great shape. His body had been the subject of a few lewd thoughts in the past year since he moved in. As far as Roberts knew, Maria had only started seeing Kyle a few weeks ago.
Kyle was still barefoot, wearing only a pair of loose black shorts that went mid-thigh and a loose white top that was matted with a bit of sweat.
"Mother Nature is a cruel mistress," Kyle said with a remorseful sigh.
"She sure is. I've spent the last ten minutes getting pine cones off my plants. Got some brown ones and some green pine cones surprisingly enough."
He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes nervously as he said the two words. When he opened them a few seconds later, Kyle's eyes were closed as well and he wasn't saying anything. Mark released his held breath. Had it truly worked?
"Can you hear me Kyle?" he asked, trying not to stammer.
"Yes I can hear you," came the serene reply.
"When you wake up, you will bend down and scratch both of your feet for a few seconds. Okay?"
"I understand."
