Message-ID: <091318Z12121995@anon.penet.fi> Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!d2.tufts.edu!blanket.mitre.org!agate!dog.ee.lbl.gov!news.cs.utah.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an411379@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an411379@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 09:12:35 UTC Subject: FZ Story - What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! [01] Lines: 555 This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by, minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imagination. What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! An Erotic Novelette c. 1995, by FranZAM. All rights reserved, whatever the hell that's worth. This is another LONG exercise in hypnotic fiction. It includes hetero and homosexual lust (mm, ff), group sex, a bit of scat, etc. There is no pedophelia or violence in BOX, only the implied violence of mental seduction/conditioning. There is also very little Literatoor here. It's MindFuck-Fiction. We'll get to characters sometime, as soon as we develop some ourselves! pt 1 I am an inventor. (NOTE FROM FranZAM: That's about it for well-rounded characterization!) I have invented a highly effective (but expensive) induction device which I demonstrate at conventions and for private physicians. It is almost totally compelling in its visual effect, and results are astounding in the profession. The device is a swirling spiral-light box which also gives out an almost subliminal hum. On more than one occasion, I have left this device, turned on, sitting on the dresser of my hotel or motel room, and have on returning from breakfast, discovered one (or more) cleaning personnel standing before the light show... completely mesmerised! They are unaware of their surroundings or even of the passage of time, and when I turn off the machine, they eventually "snap out" of their state, and return to their chores, without remembering anything of their hypnosis! Today, when I return from dinner, a room service boy stands "captured," blank and glazed, food tray clutched in tight hands, as if his unconscious mind is unwilling to drop it. He is short, trim, with dark curly hair, and thick eyebrows. I approach behind him. "What is your name?" I whisper, so as not to startle him awake. I needn't have worried. I actually have to repeat the question more loudly to even get his attention! The answer comes back, in a dreamy murmur: "Jeffery Dale." "Jeffery?" "Mh-hmm." "Jeffery, I will let you sleep soon. I am deep inside your mind, you will not awaken until I allow it, you understand?" "Mh-hmmm," comes the soft answer, and the curly head nods slightly, without breaking his rapt stare at my display. "Falling deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, unable to move, think or act without my suggestions. I will take your tray, your hands and arms are heavy and you must lower them straight down to your sides. Good. Go very very deep now, Jeffery. Feel my fingers on your temples," and I begin a light but insistent circling of fingertips along his hairline, "putting you into a deep deep dreammm now. Your eyes are ever sooo heavy, they must close now..." and I watch as they obediently sink down and I hear him give a soft, shuddering sigh, as I broadened my strokes to include his neck and shoulders. "Feels sooo gooooood, Jeffery," I drone, "sooo good to fall deeper and deeper asleep. Sleep. Completely under my control. You want to hear and obey, Jeffery, hear and obey. I control your sleep, your mind, your thoughts and actions. You feel as if my voice were your very own private thoughts." I now step back and observe him. His head has nodded down and rests loosely upon his chest. His arms hang down as if they were made of lead. His breathing is soft and slightly trembly, as are his eyelids and facial muscles. "Why are you in the room?" I query. "I... came... to... toooo..." his voice turns dreamlike and almost fades out. "You came to..." I prompt. "To see the machine... Greg told me about it... " He's really under- he can barely move his lips! "What then?" I continue. "Answer more clearly, and remain in deep, deep sleep." The voice is firmer now, but very droning in quality. "I will go home, it's the end... the end of my shiffft..." A few more questions elicit that he is not expected this evening by family or friends. "You feel you must lie down on this bed right behind you." I say, and wait, and after a second his legs stutter to life and carry him across the room. He stretches his form out on one of the beds, and I tell him to lie on his back. I now stroke his temples firmly, feeling his neck muscles offer no resistance at all as I move his head this way and that. "My voice is not a voice.. Jeffery... is is an irresistable force deeeep deeeep within you now. You have absolutely no resistance to the voice. Hear the voice, answer and obey the voice instantly... totally. Now. Who is the sexiest girl on the hotel staff, Jeffery?" His lips form a smile. "Elizabeth Caine" comes the answer. "Do you have a relationship with her?" "No, but I think she likes me." "Concentrate your mind on Elizabeth now, Jeffery. You see her clearly in your mind. She is sooo soo very sexy, isn't she?" "Ohhh, yeah!" and I see his lithe body squirm a little. "Think about her arms, her legs, her hair... you can almost reach out and touch her... and touch her... touch..." now his hand twitches and slides slightly across the bedspread. "Your arms can move now," I continue, "I allow them to move. You can reach right out and stroke her..." Sure enough, first one hand, then the other arcs up into the air as he gives a deep sigh of dreamy pleasure. "You can feeellll her skinnnn.... sooo soffftttt... you stroke over and over her warmmm flesh, Jeffery, you can feeellll her right now, can't you?" "Yehhhhnn..." and a telltale bulge has appeared in his pants! "I will let you stroke her right nowwww with both hands. That's right, very nice... use your palms... use your fingersss... feellll every inch of her naked flesh as I allow you to respond completely to your dreammm...be aware of nothing except your dream..." and as he obeys, his arms now both curling and twisting in front of his face, I carefully unzip and loosen his trousers! He ignores my action, and I slide them down across his thighs- lovely thighs, almost hairless, which right now are relaxed and motionless. Although the boy's eyelids are tightly closed, I detect movement under them, and indeed, his face is turning slightly as if to follow his own private girlie show! His erection has grown more now, and I have to lift the waistband of his shorts outward, so as to be able to lower them as well. It springs out, a lovely straight penis, uncircumcised... about 6 inches, and still growing! as I continue to murmur suggestive images into his mind. "As I let you kiss and strokkke her to your heart's content, you may respond deeply to alll that you feel, Jeffery," I intone, and wait. His penis is now full and rigid, and begins to twitch, tightening and dropping back regularly, as his hands now hold his dream in front of his face... his lips part, and he is miming a kiss. When I see his tongue poke out and search blindly in the air, I gently begin the lightest of touches along the length of his organ. I feel it respond! and hear him take in a quicker panting breath. As my palm and fingertips take control of his genitals, he gradually stops his arm movements and seems frozen in place, except his head, which is questing this way and that as his breathing becomes more rapid. Now I whisper into one red-flushed ear, "Jeffery, what are you feeeeeeellllllinnnnggg?" "Unh, unhhh," and I slide his organ right up into my encircling fingers, helped by a sharp motion of his own slim hips! "Answer and go deep inside her now." "I'm fucking her... oh ohh... I'm fuckfuckfuckinggg... ggg... ggg... yesssss" His voice turns raspy, then halts. His mouth freezes open in a comic grimace and I feel a sudden warm wetness along my palm. He has begun a climax! "Uhhhhhh," he grunts again, as his member ceases all its thrusting and dollop after dollop of semen bubbles out and over the glans. I spread it gently around his length, and he actually has more left! it squirts up in a tiny jet, and then his loins and hips are relaxing, sinking back down into the mattress as I carefully continue my hypnosis so he will not awaken. "Jeffery," I begin softly, and feel one more feeble clenching of the member now softening and shortening in my hand. I spit into my palms to maintain lubrication, and continue the softest of milking motions, until the shiny tube of flesh lies wrinkled and limp over his testicles. "Jeffery, I controlled your dream, your body, and your deepest fantasy... you loved this experience way deep inside, and though you will never remember it, your deep self will compel you to return tomorrow when your shift is over. You will not know why, but upon looking at the spinning lights you will instantly attain the deep state, and you will have to lie on the bed, just as you are now. "You will then count backward from twenty, and as your voice moves you down, down down... you will become sexually aroused. You will not climax," I cautioned, "and you will not be able to move or touch yourself here," (reaching in again to cup his entire package and release it) "but just enjoy your body and await the controlling voice. Do you understand, Jeffery?" "Yes," comes the low murmur between deep, relaxed breaths. "Of course you do, Jeffery, you are mine to control. Sit up now. Good. Stand. Stand up straight." I reposess his genitals in my palm. "Your eyelids are raising, the eyes are heavy but I am opening them. Look straight ahead, see nothing, feel my voice and my fingers." I feel a renewed surge as his stuporous gaze wanders aimlessly over the wall in front of him. "You are going to have another erection soon, Jeffery," I say with confidence, "my fingers feel tingly and electric to you, feel them now, yes, they tickle and tingle and produce a strong desire now, yes, you feel how quickly your erection can come up?" The response is feeble, really, but definitely there! as his voice drones "Yes." "Automatically stiffer and stiffer, stiffer and stiffer, you are becoming full and erect now, erect and stiff, stiff as a long tube of wood, stiff and excited!" and, when I feel he has really erected as much as possible: "...and now I will relax you, Jeffery, yess, under my control you feel yourself softening, hanging down loose and limp again, heavy loose and limp. Yes, good! Say it." "Heavy, l-loose... limm..." "Limp." "Limp." "Feels good, makes you want more." "Want more..." "You will forget now, and return tomorrow." "Yes." THE NEXT NIGHT Upon my entrance to the bedroom the next night, I see that Jeffery has obeyed me in every detail! His form on my bed is completely naked; he's taken it upon himself to remove all his clothes, and the penis pokes straight up into the air as the legs are now wide apart, sometimes bending a little like a frog, and again straightening. Underneath, I can squat down and observe the glutei muscles clenching and relaxing. I drink in the sight, and drop to my knees beside his head, now slightly glistening with perspiration. "Jeffery..." I speak in a low tone, and the wriggling soon stops, and the breath quickens. "Jeffery, the Voice is heeeeeerrrre." His dick surges up again, and its head turns darker red. His legs are stretched straight out now in a taut V. "Obey the Voice now, Jeffery," I command in a much louder tone. "You are already very very horny, aren't you?" "...Yes!" comes a surprisingly loud response. Indeed, a telltale shininess in the soft room light indicates his cock is already leaking out fluid! "Beg me to let you come." "Please let me come! I have to come. Please!" "Of course, you may now come, Jeffery. Getting tighter and tighter, feeling yourself heavy, thick and burning hot, so tingly there right now, trying to hold back, but feeling my voice let you go now..." And in a couple moments, his hips lift off the mattress slightly, his testicles drawn up, and a little spit of semen arcs out and drops onto his lower abdomen. I take the opportunity to reach under his uplifted buttocks, and cup and squeeze them gently. They are quite rigid and strong, his reflexes keep them in the air as he gives up all his sweet sweet milk over his loins. Soon his spasms are ended, and the harsh breathing deepens and the dick is again limp between his legs. My hands remain beneath his ass, and I glory in my ability to lift and maneuver him, probe and stroke him, as he lies, mouth still open, asprawl on my bed! I test my control, and find that Jeffery (as I already suspected) is a perfect subject, having reached a depth of trance wherein I can cause sight, touch and smell hallucinations in his docile, obedient mind. I have him stand in front of my chair now, and turn his back to me. "Bend way over, Jeffery," I say, and shortly he is displaying his wrinkly brown anus, his fingers pulling his buttocks apart, right before my eyes! It is not completely clean, there are a couple or three dried specks, and a bit of lint clinging to the hairs rimming the fascinating aperture. I send him into my bathroom to shower, and I follow to make sure his stupor remains strong. I need have no worry, his motions are mechanical and languid, and after a short time his body is again displayed before me on my bed. "I can rouse you, Jeffery," I drone, "and I can send you off into sweet healing sleep. Sleeeep..." And the nude form is still, the lips drop open, the breathing quickly deepens and the peach-fuzzed abdomen lifts and falls with his slumbering breath. I am erect too! I disrobe, and slide up onto the bed, straddling his trim body. My cock is so hard now! I lift his knee, and position myself between his thighs, and my erection is now rubbed along his inner thigh, my fingers lift his soft scrotum, and my glans nestles itself right alongside his! He is limp and unresisting, and I lift his flaccid member and roll it along my own tumescence... his damp pubes scratch ever so lightly along my cock, it's harder to hold back, I let my own internal muscles tighten and loosen, until, quite suddenly... I can't stop my own reflex... the cock snaps up, its head pressing against his testicles, and my own body gives in to fantasy, and the jism burbles hotly into his crevasse, coating his genitals as my hand moves my cock about, now sliding it round the slimy flesh until I am fully spent. I clean him up this time, and doze off for almost an hour. When I waken with a start, I'm worried he may have wakened himself! but he slumbers still at my side. His flesh has dried during our nap, and my hand rests itself on his abdomen, then slowly brushes its way downward as I rouse him. "You may arouse now, Jeffery," I say in a soft singing tone, "remain under my spell and hear my orders." I turn his thoughts to his object of desire, and issue some instructions, as I watch his penis obediently rise up again. "You will find a way to bring Elizabeth here tomorrow," I order, and his head nods as I continue my physical contact. "You will get her to watch the lights, and to fall into the spell, just as you do automatically now. Insist she study the lights, and try to get her to listen very intently to the sound. When she is under the spell you will know it. She will not move, her eyes will lose their focus, and she will be unable to speak. "Jeffery, only then will you let yourself gaze into the lights. The Voice will come again, and you will obey it." "Obey it," parrots my slave. "Are you becoming horny again, Jeffery?" "Yes." "Tell me how your cock feels." "It kind of aches a lit... ohnhnh... a little" he responds, groaning as his erection now quickly attains its full stature. "What does it want?" "Unh... it... wants to push into a pussy." "Elizabeth's pussy is hot and wet." "Unh unh unh... hettt..." "Do not come, Jeffery, you feel a very skillfull hand alllll alonnnggg your hot penis, don't you? It feels so good! "hhhyesss... good..." "You will now stand, remain deep as you come right over here, yess, and seat yourself in this soffft sofft chair. Good. You sink down down down. The chair faces a mirror. You will look into the mirror now. Good. What do you see?" "Me." "Both your arms are rising right up in front of you, that's right, up, up. Good, they are stiff... like your cock. Stiff and rigid. You cannot move them, cannot bend them even the smallest bit. Try. Try harder. What do you see?" "NRGHGH! I'm trying to move my arms, nrhg! I just can't!" "Stop trying. relax completely, the arms hang down at your sides, so limp and soft, it is only your cock that is stiffer stiffer stffer now." "My cock." "Open your legs and look at it in the mirror, Jeffery. It's beautiful, and I will now arouse you to climax. You will see the smooth smooooth hand making you soooo sooo hot you cannot think anything else, you will only feeeellll the hand... annnd nowww you feeelllll the hand." "Unhunhunh yessss, hannnddd..." I am kneeling beside his chair. We both watch in the mirror as his loins push up and hs knees fall apart, allowing my palm to freely slide over and around his bulging member. "Givvve yourself into the hand... watch the hand caress and stiffen you... let the hannnnddd do everything to your cock... everythinggggg..." I have thought to place some lotion on my palms and now he is responding to me! and not to his dream of Elizabeth! "Yes... hn hn hn.. hn hn hn.. hnhn" he is attempting to set up a rhythm into my squeezing palm, but I frustrated this. "I am milllking your coccckkkk." "Milking my cock! Ahr!" he's now almost shouting. "Quiet, Jeffery," I order quickly, and I slow down my motions. Stand again, and face the mirror." He does so. "You will always be helpless when my hands touch you," I go on now, beginning the caresses anew. His eyes bulge slightly as he is rapt at his display in the glass. "And when I speak you must instantly comply. Do you understand?" I stop my pleasuring, and his reply is eager: "Yes, I understand!" "Instantly at my complete command..." I grasp the inflamed organ and slide down it's length once, feeling the answering surge, as his tip swells almost to bursting! "Ohhh yesss!" but I stop again, teasing and tantalizing his organ. "How does my voice feel to you, Jeffery?" I ask, silkily. "Nice... it's nice and kind of soothing," he returns. "And you'd never be able to keep from obeying my voice, would you?" This along with a firm couple of pumps along his meat. His head shakes (along with most of his lower torso) "Put your hands on your buttocks now, that's right, feel them squeeze and shake as you get closer and closer to coming. Yes. Pump your butt now, back and forth into my hand. Pumping your cock into my hand." My other hand cups behind his ass, and feels two hard muscular bulges as he begins fucking my hand. His knees bend to give his pelvis more swing, and my cupping hand is slid deeper between his cheeks as they flex and loosen. My middle finger is rubbing him, so I remove it and lubricate the whole hand with lotion and now annoint his inner buttocks as I control his whole pelvis now, indeed I am in complete command of his entire being for these few moments! I am careful not to let him come yet. "When the cock lets go, Jeffery," I command loudly, "you will help it to squirt by holding back just as long as you can..." At the word "squirt," I feel a startling tremor in his loins, and my manipulating hand is suddenly slipperier! He has begin to let go too soon! I command him to hold back and after a tense moment, when I dare not move any part of my fingers, I pull away. The cock is reddened, and is pointing almost directly up at Jeffery's face in the mirror! The rhythmic squeezings have stopped, and the cock does not surge up any more, it has reached the limits of endurance. Another small dribble of come, or of pre-come percolates up out from his tiny slit. When no more follow, I hurry on: "To squirrrt so hard and so high, and then you will just let everything gush up up up and out out out, and here it comes, hollld it, and now..." Now my finger has caught itself in the outer pucker of his anus, it's too easy, and I hook it slightly, now his own thrustings are embedding it little by little, until now it is embedded up to the knuckle! I move right next to his ear... "You want to squirt it way way up... your knees are tight, your thighs are so tight, you are completely ready now... a buzzing feeling up and down up and down along your whole long cock... the cock is a mile long it is so long and so ready! and you will watch as you feel the burnburnburn soo bad ache soo bad it is coming up, Jeffery, watch and in a second you will see yourself let go... try to hold it in, try so hard so hard..." His belly contracts, his face is purple with his effort, his mouth has formed a lopsided "O" of effort. I now hold the base of his member straight out away from his abdomen, circling its base and squeezing hard! I can feel a throbbing pressure behind my grip. My rectal finger is squeezed tightly as well! "Silently now, Jeffery," I order, and now just my thumb and finger are aiming his member. My anal finger suddenly circles itself about, stirring his sphincter round and round. The base of his penis gives a mighty surge... "just squirt and PUMP!" I order at last puffing the command directly into his ear. The initial jet hurls across the bureau and plops against the mirror with an audible "spat!" He gives a low anguished "grunt" as if he has just passed a large bowel movement! I stop my manipulation for a second. Another jet and a grunt, this one followed quickly by driblets and streams of creamy come, as I soothe him. "Millllking and milllllking... causing the most heavennlllyyy feeeelllllingsssss..." I whisper... "ssooo warm, sooo thick milking you, you want to flowww up and up and out into my fingers now, you want to givvve me your warm, thick creammmm..." "....yssssssssss," he whispers in reply and gives down his milk freely as I now just toy with his sac and his perineum with fingertips. His hips twist languidly around my still-embedded fingertip and now he is spent, and his head drops suddenly sideways and down against my shoulder. He seems to drift off to sleep, and again I'm careful to keep him attuned to my voice. Soon I have him clean himself up again, and depart, again with complete conscious amnesia. Indeed, during this whole stretch of days, I can pass him in the lobby, or speak to him in the hallway, and he gives not the slightest hint that he has ever even met me before! To be continued. --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi