"It's time to relax and go deeper for me," the husky male voice purred into Nathan's ears, and his eyelids fluttered in anticipation as he lay back on the bed and allowed his gaze to lock onto a random spot on the far wall. His breathing automatically began to soften, and his penis just as automatically began to harden inside his sweatpants. He could feel his mind beginning to respond to the warm, soothing tones even before the counter on the file ticked past the first few seconds-it was like his subconscious knew what he was here for already, and was just waiting for permission to drop the way he'd been craving to all day long.
Luckily, this particular file was made by someone who had no intention of making him wait. "Going deeper and deeper into a warm, pleasant state of focus and relaxation with every word I say," he continued, almost as if the speaker could read Nathan's mind and knew exactly how easy it was to make him drop like a puppet with cut strings simply by promising him peace and pleasure under the spell of those dulcet, hypnotic tones. "You're a very good boy, and a very clever boy, and it's very easy for you to concentrate on the sound of my voice and let your other thoughts drift effortlessly away."
Nathan nodded absently, completely unaware that he was doing it. His gaze remained completely focused on that same spot on the wall, just a little nick in the paint where he'd grazed the surface moving his bed a few months ago, and he didn't notice the little movements his head made as he automatically and unthinkingly responded to the file. "I know that you're a very good hypnotic subject," the smooth baritone voice continued, "and you've already traveled down this path many times for me. It takes you no time at all to allow those silly, tedious thoughts to drop out of your head and become nice and relaxed and attentive for me."
Nathan's breath escaped in a long, shuddering sigh as he felt a deep, powerful wave of relaxation wash over him and through him. The trance took him like that sometimes, almost like he was drifting slowly down through his own consciousness and then his deep self took one great big step down into the voice's control all at once. His shoulders sagged heavily, his body seeming to settle into the mattress as though it had been poured there as his mind fuzzed out for a moment into the low, lazy growl of the man speaking inexorably through the earbuds into his ears.
"You may find, as you begin to sink deeper and deeper into a state of peaceful, relaxing trance, that thoughts will float through your head and enter your conscious mind. That's okay. You can let that happen. Simply let them pass through without trying to pursue them, and you'll find that as they drift back out again, fewer and fewer thoughts replace them. That's just one more way you'll know that you're being hypnotized. And we both know you want to be hypnotized like a good, obedient boy for me."
Nathan's cock twitched and throbbed at the word 'obedient', already tenting the fabric of his sweatpants where it stood up stiff and erect and ready to stroke. Nathan wasn't quite ready to rub it, though, not even through his clothes. He'd listened to the file enough times to want to wait for permission to tease himself-not because he was brainwashed, he told himself, at least, not exactly. He just knew how much better pleasure felt when it was accompanied by the quiet bliss of following the voice's instructions.
"And you'll reach a point," the voice said, almost surprising Nathan as it continued to pour into his ears, "as you listen to my words and let your thoughts drift and float and fade into the warm, peaceful pleasure of relaxation, where you find that you're not really thinking about anything in particular anymore. Your heavy, tired eyes are staring straight ahead in blank, mesmerized fascination... or perhaps they might have closed already. Or maybe they're starting to close now, blinking more and more heavily and becoming harder and harder to open until you find that you just can't keep them from closing any longer. It doesn't matter. It's inevitable that they're going to close. It's inevitable that you're going to sink deeper for me."
God, that bit always made Nathan's cock just fucking drool. He could feel the surges of precum soaking the crotch of his sweatpants as his eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open just a little bit longer under what felt like an impossible weight, distracting him from the calm, seductive voice in his ears. "You know it's true. With every passing moment, it becomes harder to think, harder to keep those heavy eyes open, harder to resist my voice reminding you of all the pleasure that awaits you when you surrender your mind to my deep, hypnotic trance and let go like the good boy you want to be."
The sigh almost seemed to belong to someone else, someone absolutely rapt with sleepy bliss and overjoyed to slip away into blank, peaceful relaxation. Nathan tried to look around to see who it was, but his eyes wouldn't seem to open for some reason. Then the voice purred, "And like a good boy, you're realizing now that you're hypnotized already, that the trance you've been waiting for has been with you all along. You're deep in my power now, your mind so effortlessly empty and drowsy and thoughtless and waiting for my words to fill it, and that feels so good that all you want to do is nod and obey." And Nathan forgot what he was thinking and let himself open completely to the voice's control.
