"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.
"And a part of you already knows what's going to fill that sweet, soft, submissive mind of yours, isn't that right?" Nathan nodded lazily, his conscious mind already so lost in arousal that it didn't even occur to him that he was agreeing with a recording made over a month ago. "Of course you do. Sometimes your waking mind forgets, because your waking mind always has permission to let my suggestions slip away into the deep, drowsy fog in the back of your head whenever you want them to, but your unconscious self-the self I'm shaping and molding into my good boy-that part of you always remembers. And always obeys." Nathan sighed in soft, dreamy pleasure, his fingers twitching with the desire to rub and stroke his cock. But something held him back just a little bit longer.
"And the more you obey... the better it feels, my sweet, submissive boy." Nathan could hear himself droning the words along with the husky baritone voice, the prompt bringing his response easily and effortlessly to mind with a reflexive instinct born from hours of thoughtless, automatic repetition. He listened to his mantras every evening while he tidied his small one-bedroom apartment, reciting the words without even noticing as he cleaned the bathroom and did dishes and vacuumed the floors. They felt like almost a part of him now.
He sometimes fantasized about being caught out by a stranger, someone who could see the vacant look in his eyes and say to him, 'The better it feels,' just to watch Nathan's face go slack and expressionless as he repeated, 'The more I obey.' Those words, those thoughts felt ingrained into his brain like a groove worn into smooth stone, and Nathan knew he was being programmed to accept them without hesitation or resistance. That made him so fucking horny. He wished the voice would hurry up and tell him to stroke himself. Time had lost some of its meaning in the depths of his trance, but all that meant was that his urgent lust became that much more urgent.
It became more urgent still when the voice purred, "You can feel that pleasure, that warm drifting bliss you get whenever you sink into my will growing stronger and stronger now as you relax more and more. It's wrapping around your cock, tugging at it like a gripping, stroking hand and making you more and more aroused and compliant. It turns you on so much to be hypnotized. It makes you so horny to be controlled by my words. You don't even remember anymore whether that's a suggestion, or just a truth you've always known about yourself that my commands simply uncovered. All you know is that you want to play with your cock." Nathan held his breath in helpless, aching anticipation, as though he didn't know anymore whether this time, the file would give him permission to play with himself.
