We Can Still Be Friends

BE WARNED: This story contains both straight AND gay male sex. If either of those isn't your thing, you should probably find another story.

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I've always been pretty lucky with dating. I'm not movie star handsome or anything, but I'd say my looks and physique are above average. And it helped that I knew how to turn on the charm, when necessary. Again, I'm not some master pick-up artist, but I could get a girl to laugh, drop her guard, and feel comfortable around me even after we just met. Comfortable enough for me to--ideally--get an invite back to her place for the night.

More often than not, I'm able to go home with someone I pick up at a college bar, especially as the night went on and people got drunker. But after Mike taught me all about hypnosis, I could have anyone I wanted.

And that's how I ended up with Hannah. I approached her at the bar with one of my usual lines. It seemed to work, and everything was going well until I introduced myself.

"Oh, you're

that

Cody guy? I've heard of you," she said. This did happen on occasion. The campus was only so big, and gossip travels fast. "I get why lots of women hook up with you. But that's not what I'm looking for."

She started to turn back to the bar. "Fair enough," I said. "But could I at least get your opinion on something? It won't take long, just watch this video."

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Less than an hour later, we were back at my room, both naked on the couch. And we were both transfixed on the TV, where a giant spiral was spinning, hypnotizing both of us as we masturbated.

After commanding Hannah to follow me home from the bar, I had her strip, sit on the couch, and stare at the more powerful spiral on the TV. And after making sure she was good and hypnotized, I took off my clothes and joined her.

Of course, I didn't

need

to look at the spiral. I was already master's obedient slave. But even though I was as devoted as I would ever be, I still liked looking. Staring at the center of the spiral. Letting even more of master's will flow through my brain, and down to my cock. Becoming so horny. So obedient. So submissi-

"AHHHH YES MASTER!"

I was snapped out of my trance by the sound of Hannah's massive orgasm. The sight of her frantically fucking herself with two fingers made my cock throb and let out a big drop of precum. As she came down from her orgasm, her hands fell to her sides and she was breathing heavily, but she remained entranced by the spiral.

I took out my phone, snapped some pictures, and texted master to come over. Then, I turned to Hannah once again.

She continued to stare at the spiral as I reached over to touch her. First, her breasts with one hand, as the other continued to stroke my cock. Then slowly I drifted down to her still wet pussy and rubbed her clit.

I wanted to fuck her right there, bend her over the couch and fill her with my hard cock. But I had to wait until master finished with her. Instead, I stood up in front of her and brought her face to my cock. Mindlessly, she opened her mouth and started to suck. It didn't take long before I was fucker her face in full, imagining it was her pussy I was thrusting in and out of instead.

Soon, I was on the brink of my own orgasm, but I slowed down. Master would control that as well. So I had no choice but to wait until her arrived.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open and looked up to see master walking into my apartment and towards me. I had both my hands on the back of Hannah's head, still slowly fucking her mouth.

"She's beautiful," master said, admiring the naked Hannah. "Good job, slave Cody." As he said that he placed his hand on my shoulder. Even that slight touch sent a thunderous wave of pleasure through my body, and I shoved my entire cock down Hannah's throat in response.

"Hey, don't go shooting your load just yet, boy," said master. "Move, it's my turn."

Immediately, I obliged, and stepped to the side so master could enjoy his new slave. Master quickly removed his clothes, and my dick trembled at the sight of his naked body. He grabbed the TV remote and turned the spiral off. Hannah shook her head, trying to get the cobwebs out of her mind, but master was quick.

"Stand up, look at me" he said. She did. "Who am I?"

Hannah's voice was soft and blank. "M... master..." Her programming started to kick in as she slowly started fondling her pussy.

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"I love your cock, master! I love being your submissive slut! Please fuck my pussy and make me yours!"

Master had Hannah bent over on the couch while he fucked her from behind. As a reward for my obedience, master allowed me to jerk off and cum as much as I wanted while he did. In just a few minutes, I had already shot two loads all over my chest and stomach. I was close to shooting my third when master started to cum inside his new slave.

Master instructed Hannah to sit back on the couch and continue watching the spiral. She did so, playing with her pussy even while master's cum slowly dripped from it.

"Now, slave Cody," said master. "Lick the cum off my cock."

"Yes master," I said. I knelt and started to lick his cock clean of his cum. As I did, master's dick started to stiffen once again.

"Mmm, you're so good at that slave," said master. He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting his cock down my throat, like I had just been doing to Hannah. Finally, master pulled out and came all over my face. With master's cum all over my face, and my own still dripping down my torso, I came for the third time all over the floor.

At master's command, Hanna crawled over to clean me up, her skilled tongue lapping up every drop of cum from my face and body. Her tongue felt electric, especially on my nipples which she lingered on, making me moan. My dick started to stir once again. There was a long night ahead of us.

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It was a Friday night, but instead of being out with her friends or out on a date, she was alone in her apartment, fiddling with her laptop. She had it open on the table with the webcam open, positioned so it had a view of her couch.

When she had the angle just right, she pressed record and lay down on the couch.

Something was wrong. She had been losing time for the last week or so. Sometimes it would be just a few minutes, like when she would catch herself staring at the blank screen of her phone after the screen automatically powered off. Other times it would be much longer. She would wake up in her bed, unable to recall entire afternoons or evenings.

It started around the time Alice started dating Mike. One night, she was in bed working on a paper when she heard the unmistakable sound of sex coming from Alice's bedroom. The two roommates weren't shy about having sex lives and frequently brought dates and boyfriends back to the apartment. Once in a while she would be able to hear a headboard thumping, and she didn't mind at all. But this was on a whole other level. Alice was moaning and dirty talking like she was in a porno.

That night was also the first time she remembered having blacked out. She waited until the noise from Alice's room subsided to get up and take a shower. On the way to the bathroom, she saw Mike, and they chatted for a while, but that was the last thing she remembered from last night.

It was the weirdest thing. She could remember feeling awkward about it in the moment, but looking back on it now, the memory got her really fucking horny. She couldn't help but wonder just what Mike was doing to her in there that made her feel that good. Normally, she wouldn't get off imagining her friend getting the fuck of a lifetime, but for whatever reason it felt so natural to think about it.

It was probably just cause she hadn't gotten any herself recently. The last date she went on was that double date where she met Cody. He was hot and they got along really well. They were having a great time talking, even after Mike and Alice left and she was hoping to get an invite back to his place. But at some point, he pulled out his phone, got all cold, and left without even saying goodbye.

Ever since then, she started trying to work out what was behind her blackouts, which wasn't easy considering her memory problems. Doing her best to reflect on the week before, she could only come up with one thing. The last thing she could recall before some of her blackouts was getting a text message from Mike.

To investigate, she opened up the text chain and... woke up on the couch 30 minutes later.

All signs pointed to Mike having something to do with it. But what could he even be doing? She hoped this was all just a coincidence, and that he was completely innocent. Mike is such a nice guy. She would do anything for Mike.

All she knew now was that she needed proof. Hence, the webcam.

Callie took a breath. She didn't want to do something that she knew would cause her to black out again, but she couldn't think of any other options. She opened up Mike's text chain...

She woke with a start and rushed to her laptop, which was still recording. Perfect.

She opened the video, which was over an hour long. She was losing way more time than she thought. She pressed play.

On the screen, Callie watched herself reading something on her phone, which was facing away from the camera. She watched her own eyes go wide, her expression glaze over. She saw herself start to mutter something, but she couldn't make it out. Then she saw her hand snake into her shorts.

What the fuck was going on?

Even though the Callie in the video was still fully clothed, there was no mistaking what she was doing. She watched herself masturbate. Play with her hot, wet pussy. All the while staring at whatever was on her phone. This was so fucked up, but it was starting to turn her on. As she watched, she found it harder and harder not to play with herself right then and there.

Soon, she could hear what she was saying in the video.

"Mike is my master. Mike makes me horny. I want to do everything Mike says. I want to obey my master. I want to be an obedient slut." Over and over, she repeated those phrases.

Was Mike hypnotizing her? She wouldn't have thought it possible, but the proof was staring her right in the face. He was horrified. But she was also hornier than she could ever remember being.

Watching her hypnotized self, Callie pulled down her shorts, and started rubbing her pussy just the way she knew she was doing it in the video. Her fingers moved faster and faster, more and more frantically. She hated how good she felt, now realizing this was something Mike had done to her. But she couldn't stop. She just had to clear her head.

Minutes later, with two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, she came, and couldn't help but cry out as she did.

The video wasn't even halfway done. She slammed the laptop shut. Callie needed help.

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Callie had met Garrett when they were both in freshman year. He was a psych major, but only because his parents insisted he get a degree. His real dream was to make it big as an influencer, and his growing YouTube channel and social media accounts showed he could make that happen in just a few more months.

Luckily, a psych major who knew a lot about video editing was the perfect person to help Callie out with her little problem. And even more luckily, she knew he had had a crush on her since the day they met. He wasn't really her type, but he wasn't being creepy about it, so she found it easy to basically pretend he wasn't totally head over heels for her.

Usually, she wouldn't take advantage of his feelings, but this was an emergency.

The morning after watching the video, Callie called Garrett up and explain everything, asking for his help. He was at her door in minutes. Thankfully, Alice had started spending weekends at Mike's, so she didn't think they would be disturbed.

"Hey Garrett, thanks for coming," Callie said, letting him into the apartment.

"Don't worry about it," he said.

Garrett sat down on the couch where, the night before, Callie had been fingering herself to orgasm and powered on his laptop. Callie sat next to him and handed him her phone.

"So about hypnosis. Yes, it's real. People use it for therapy all the time," Garrett said, as he plugged the phone into his laptop so he could extract a copy of the video she had mentioned: the one from Mike that put her into a trance.

"But usually, you can't make a subject do anything against their will or make them forget stuff. Unless they're under really deep. But there

are

ways to do it. With the right technique, you could basically have complete control over their thoughts. I'll try to figure out what he's doing without actually playing the video. But you should probably wait somewhere else in case something makes you black out again."

"Yeah, you're right," Callie said. She was eager to get answers and wanted to see everything Garrett was doing, but she thought that if she saw a single frame of the video, she wouldn't be able to stop from stripping off and masturbating right in front of him.

Callie retreated to her room to try to take her mind off the situation. But as soon she shut the door, she took out her laptop, and pulled up the webcam video she recorded last night.

She knew it was a bad idea with Garrett in the other room, but she hadn't been able to keep her mind off of it. Luckily, she had been able to stop herself from stripping off completely when Garrett called her back in.

"Ok, I think I've figured out how he's doing it," said Garrett. He turned off his laptop and set it on the table, so Callie could sit next to him.

"I pulled up the video in my editing software so I could look at it frame by frame, without having to play it. He's using some combination of subliminal messages and rapidly pulsing and flashing hypnotic images to put you into a trance. Does the image of a spiral seem familiar to you at all?"

Stare at the spiral. Obey the spiral

, Callie thought immediately.

"I don't remember seeing anything like that," said Callie, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to look back. "But something about a spiral..." she paused for a second as she felt a jolt of pleasure. "Yeah, it definitely feels familiar.

"I extracted the audio too, to see if anything was going on there. I listened to just a second of it, and there are some extremely potent binaural beats mixed in there. This is some heavy duty stuff. I had listened to even a couple seconds more, I would have been out. And that's without the video."

For a second, Callie pictured what that would have been like. Coming out of the room to find Garrett mindlessly listening to the hypnotic sounds. In the same spot where's she'd been hypnotized the night before. He would be so mindless. So horny he would have to take out his-

She snapped herself out of it.

"Jesus," said Callie. "So Mike has really been... hypnotizing me? And making me do..."

Callie didn't finish her sentence and she realized exactly what Mike had been doing to her under hypnosis. Garrett figured as much as well, but kept it to himself.

"Well," stammered Garrett. "I mean I don't know for sure. I can take a closer look at the video to figure it out. Most likely it just puts you in a trance and he can have you do whatever he wants. But he can probably put in specific commands as well."

Callie stared down at her lap, trying not to freak out. "So can you... Fix it? Is there a way you can like, unhypnotize me?"

"Callie, I dunno," said Garrett. "This is some really dangerous stuff."

"Please," said Callie, finally looking Garrett in the eyes. "I need you."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

She knew Mike should be in jail for what he'd done to her. But she had to admit: this was the horniest she's been in a long time. She couldn't stop imagining what Mike was doing to Alice when she heard them having sex that night, what he looked like naked, how big his cock was. She couldn't stop imagining what it would feel like if Mike did that to her. Hell, she figured he had been fucking her this whole time and she just couldn't remember.

And then, Callie thought of a way she could get her way.

"And just one more thing," she said.

Callie put her hand on Garrett's leg and gave it a firm, but gentle squeeze. Garrett's eyes snapped to her hand on contact.

"Could you make me one of my own?"