Agassi & Sampras --Parts 1 & 2-- This entirely fictional story involves sex between men. And it's weird. "Fuck!" Andre yelled as he threw his tennis racket at the locker. He was alone, alone and furious. After all, he was the best player in the world--not this goody two shoes Pete. "Fuck!!" Andre screamed again, this time smashing his fist against a wall--wishing it was Pete's face. He sat down then. He was hot, and sweaty, so he removed his sweat-soaked shirt and threw it in the corner. Though still furious, Andre was also exhausted from the match he had just lost to the hated Pete. He leaned back and rubbed his hand across his hard, hairy chest. Slowly he moved his hand to his taut stomache and began to gently stroke himself. Not only was he angry and tired now, he was also pretty damn horny. This wasn't unusal after a match, though. Especially one he lost. Andre loved a good blow job or a really sweaty fuck when he felf like this. But his girlfriend was in New York, and he was in England. He would have to content himself with jerking off. Andre continued to stroke his belly, but much more slowly and sensuously. Then he moved one hand up to his chest and began to play with his nipples. His dick was really starting to get hard now, straining itself against his jock. He was about to pull his shorts and jock off when he heard noises coming from the hallway. Quickly Andre took his hands off of his body and got up toward his locker. Hey Dre, great game!" Pete said entering the room. Andre turned around to see his nemesis standing there smiling and holding out his hand for Andre to shake. Grudgingly, Andre shook Pete's hand and mumbled, "congratulations." "Thanks man," Pete said and Pete began to babble about things Andre barely paid attention to. Andre managed to smile a bit, but the more Pete spoke, the more Andre despised him and wished he could show him--and the world-- that he, not this wimp, was the best player in the world. Pete continued to speak, but Andre was now taking things out of his looking and occasionally looking Pete's way. Andre took his St. Christopher's medal out of the locker and was about to put it around his neck, when he remembered what he did with it the other night. He had hypnotized his girlfriend with it. It was so easy, and once she was under, she was very receptive to whatever Andre asked her to do. A smile formed around Andre's lips as an idea formed in his head. "Hey Pete," Andre said softly, smiling, "did I ever show you my St. Christopher's medal?" "Uh, no," Pete said, a little confused. "Well," Andre said moving toward Pete, "sit down a second and let me show it to you. It's fascinating." Pete still seemed confused but he sat down on the bench Andre had been jerking off on. Andre held the medal right in front of Pete's face--but above his line of vision, so he'd have to look up. "Just take a really good look at it," Andre said, his voice calm and even. Pete looked up at the medal. "You have to really look closely at it," Andre continued, "there's something inside. Something fascinating." Pete looked intently at the medal as Andre slowly turned it--to give Pete a better look. Andre's soft voice droned on. "You have to unfocus your eyes a bit to see it. You have to kind of relax and let go." Pete kept looking at the medal as Andre moved it slightly higher and higher, so Pete had to raise his eyes up to his eyelids to see it. "Just let your eyes unfocus, they may even begin to feel heavy" Pete's eyes blinked a bit and his thick lips parted slightly. "If your eyes begin to blink, they may feel even heavier. You might want to close them soon. Close them and relax." Pete's eyelids blinked even more as Andre's voice began even softer and dreamier. "I know it would good just to rest your eyes now...just to rest and let go." Pete's eyelids snapped shut then and his head fell forward toward his chest. "Just relax Pete," Andre said, "Relax totally and conpletely." Andre put his St. Christopher medal away then and smiled. And Andre couldn't help but notice his dick was even harder than before. Pete looked quite peaceful sitting helplessly on the bench, and watching him Andre smiled, imagining what he might do next. First though, he went to lock to door to the locker room. Andre wanted no interuptions for this. Andre stood right in front of Pete, his throbbing dick not far from Pete's entranced face. "Can you hear me, Pete?" he asked in a soothing voice. "Yes," Pete replied softly. "You feel very relaxed now, don't you? Very peaceful and serene." "Yes," Pete said again. Andre stroked his goatee and ran his tongue across his lips. What to do first? "Pete?" Andre said, "You're feeling so good and relaxed that if I told you to picture something in your mind, you would do it, wouldn't you?" "Yes," said Pete. "Good, very good. I want you to picture what it would be like to be a dog--a puppy. Imagine what it's like to be down on all fours, to serve your master, to lick his feet." Pete's head rolled back and his mouth opened; his tongue stuck out slightly. "Pete," Andre continued, "when I say the words 'down boy' you will know exactly how it feels to be a dog, because you will become a dog. Do you understand?" "Yes," Pete whispered. "You will act like a dog--my dog, you will think like a dog. And when I say 'sleep now' you will go back into the same relaxed state you are now. In fact, you will be even more relaxed." Andre rubbed is crotch and stood back a bit. This whole thing was turning him on far more than he would have ever dreamed. The fact that he had Pete totally in his power, totally under his control was probably the hottest feeling he'd ever had. "Pete," Andre said, "down boy." Pete literally fell off of the bench then and went down on all fours. He looked around a little, his big brown eyes taking in everything. He scampered over to Andre then, sniffed his crotch and then down Andre's hairy legs. Andre's dick twitched and he came up with another idea. "Up boy," Andre said, and Pete picked his body up and was on his knees before Andre. Andre then ripped Pete's shirt off--showing his dark, hard and hairy body, and then pulled Pete's shorts down. "Get those shorts off, boy" Andre commanded and Pete pulled them off his legs with his teeth. "Back on all fours, boy." Andre said and Pete obeyed. "Good boy!" Andre took a step away from Pete and pulled his own shorts and jock strap off. His cock was standing straight up, precum dripping from the uncut tip. Andre grapped his cock. "Stay boy," he said and Pete did, his tongue panting now as he looked at his master with adoring eyes. Andre rolled his head back and tried to relax as he aimed his dick right at Pete. Suddenly piss came squirting out of Andre's cock and hit Pete straight in the face. Pete tried to catch it on his tongue, happy to receive anything from his master. Andre's stream of hot piss then moved over and struck Pete on the chest and then his legs, and even some on Pete's own dick--which twitched in response. "Roll around in it!" Andre commanded, and Pete did--rolling around the floor--grovelling in his master's urine. "Good boy, Pete," Andre said, his piss stream tapering off then ending, "Now lick it boy, lick it all up." Pete did, and seemed to love doing it. Andre smiled. How he wish he had a camera to record Pete's utter degredation. Pete finished licking up the piss and looked eagerly over to his master for his next command. Andre smiled. --Part 3-- "Pete," Andre said softly to his mesmerized dog-slave, "Sleep now." Pete's eyes immediately closed and he fell flat on his piss-wet face before Andre completely asleep. "You're going to wake up in a minute Pete, but when you do, you won't remember even be asleep, will you?" "No," Pete said, though since he was face down on the floor, it sounded more like "Mwoow." "That's right. But you feel so good right now, so relaxed and completely content that you want more than anything to feel like this again isn't that true?" "Yes," Pete mumbled. "That's right. It would feel great if I hypnotized you again it would feel fantastic. And once you were under, you would feel even more relaxed more safe and secure than you do right now. And so, you will be very receptive to me hypnotizing you even if you might not consciously be aware that I'm doing it. You want so much to be hypnotized by me that you will go under very quickly and very deeply whenever and wherever I want. Isn't this so? "Yes." "Good. Very good. One more thing Pete, when you wake up you will start to become very aware of how hairy your body is very, very aware. Every time you look at a mirror or touch yourself in any way you will become even more aware of how hairy you are. Too hairy. Much too hairy. To feel better, you'll rub your smooth face and it will feel so good and smooth. Say that Pete, 'good and smooth'." "Good and smooth." "That's very good. And you'll start thinking about how wonderful it would feel if your whole body were this smooth. It would feel great, wouldn't it? "Yes." "Mmm hmm. And the more you rub your wonderfully smooth face the more you'll realize the only way to feel better will be to shave your whole body. It would be so good to shave it, right?" "Right." "You might even want someone else to it for you. A friend, say a close friend. All right then Pete, you're going to wake up at the count of three." Andre began to pull his shorts back up over his throbbing dick. "One two three." "What am I doing on the floor?" Pete asked, totally confused. "You slipped on the puddle and fell," Andre said, smiling. "I guess that's why I'm all wet. I'd better take a shower." "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll see you later buddy." Andre smiled at Pete as he left the locker, fingering his St. Christopher medal the whole time. Pete headed toward the showers. He passed a full-length mirror and took a look at himself. He was so hairy. He rubbed his face then and it felt so wonderfully smooth like a baby's butt. --Part 4-- After leaving Pete confused and wet with piss, Andre drove back to his hotel room. Once there, he took his clothes off right away and went into the shower. Andre began to go over what had just happened with Pete and began to get a whopper of an erection. He couldn't believe how easy it was to turn Pete into his little slave boy. And what was even more amazing was that Andre was so turned on by the idea of having Pete under his control. At first he had just thought of getting back at him-humiliating him somehow, (Though if making him roll around in piss wasn't humiliating, than he didn't know what was.) but once it began, Andre began to get all kinds of thoughts of what to do with his newfound slave. Andre was jerking himself off the whole time these thoughts were passing through his mind. He was about to come and he tried to think about his tall and beautiful girlfriend, but his mind kept taking him back to Pete licking Andre's feet and rolling around in Andre's piss. He came imagining his copious cum was hitting Pete's body-though he saw Pete's body as smooth and newly shaved. Meanwhile, across town, Pete was getting dressed after his own shower and what he kept thinking about was how very hairy he was. Pete went to his locker and got out his gym bag. He took out a magazine he'd bought before getting on the plane yesterday--it was a men's fitness magazine. Pete had always liked reading these kinds of magazines. The men were just so handsome and athletic. Sometimes Pete wondered if the reason he became an athlete was to be like these perfect men. And they were nearly all smooth and nearly hairless. Pete rubbed the hair on his chest and then rubbed his face. He had shaved his face after he showered, even though he had already shaved a few hours before. But he really like the way the smooth skin felt under his fingers. He was even getting a little hard. Pete was really tired though, so he took a taxi back to his hotel and once there, went right to bed. He didn't even jerk off, though he was pretty horny. Much later that night, Andre woke up from a dream all sweaty and with a boner that felt as hard as a steel pipe. He didn't remember all of his dream, but it had something to do with Pete. Andre tried to go back to sleep, but his hardon would not go down. He picked up the phone and dialed the London Arms Hotel-where he knew Pete was, only a mile or so away. Pete was fast asleep in his hotel room when the phone rang. "Hello?," Pete said sleepily. "Pete? It's me, Andre." "Andre? What's going on? What time is it?" "It's late. But I need your help. Can you come over to my hotel?" "What? Why? What's wrong?" Andre changed the pitched of his voice to a soothing monotone. "Wrong? Nothing's wrong Pete-you can just relax--but I need your help, I need you to come over here. I need you to come over here." "I-" "Shhh, Pete. I know you're tired. Very tired. Just close your eyes for a second and listen to me. Close your eyes and listen to my voice--only my voice. Relax and hear only my voice. I need you to come to my hotel. You will come here, won't you, Pete? You will come here Pete." "I will go there," Pete said dreamily, his eyes closed, his face placidly blank. "Good boy, Pete. Very good boy." --Part 5-- There was a knock on Andre's door. Andre opened it and there stood Pete, looking awake--though somewhat dazed. "Come in, Pete," Andre said, "Thanks for coming." "I-I'm not even sure what I'm doing here," Pete said. He was wearing jeans and a oversized t-shirt. "You did call me, didn't you?" Andre said nothing, he merely walked slowly towards the bed. Pete watched him. Andre was wearing only a tight pair of biking shorts and Pete couldn't seem to take his eyes off Andre's body. It was very hairy but on him it looked good. "Dre?" Pete said. Andre turned to Pete and looked him straight in the eyes. Pete couldn't keep the eye contact up for long; he looked down at Andre's hairy chest. Andre flexed his left pec and noticing that Pete was looking at his chest, Andre flexed it a few more times slowly, rhythmically. "I've only been able to do this recently," Andre said very softly, continuing to flex his pec. Pete said nothing, he just kept staring at Andre's chest. "I've worked out a lot more," Andre continued, "I enjoy working out very much it can actually be very relaxing very soothing. It has such a wonderful rhythm flex " Andre flexed his pec, "..and relax flex and relax flex and relax." Andre continued like this for a little while, his voice slow and deep and soothing, and he noticed Pete's gaze had stared to become a little glassy and his breathing had slowed to match the gentle rhythm of Andre's flexing muscle. "I can see that you're tired Pete, I know it's late very late. I'm sure you were fast asleep when I called you. A deep, deep sleep I'll bet." Pete's features were becoming slack and his breathing slowed even more. "In fact even now, your eyelids seem very, very heavy to me so, so heavy." Andre continued flexing as he spoke. Pete's eyelids started to flutter a little. "Yes, you look like a man about to fall into deep and relaxing sleep. A deep and relaxing sleep. A deep and relaxing sleep" Pete's eyes were halfway closed now. "Close your eyes Pete and let me take you into this deep and relaxing sleep." Pete's eyes closed and his head slumped forward, though he remained standing. "Deeper and deeper now. With each relaxing breath you're going deeper and deeper, aren't you?" Pete mumbled something. "Yes, you're deeply asleep now, and it feels so good, Pete, doesn't it? It feels even better than before much, much better." Andre continued deepening Pete's trance. Soon Andre had him sitting on the bed, Pete's chin almost touching his chest. Pete's lips were parted and his whole body looked like a ragdoll that was propped up on the bed. Andre looked at Pete and rubbed his crotch. "Pete," he said, "you've been thinking about how hairy you are, haven't you?" "Yes." "And do you like being so hairy?" "No. I'd like to be smooth good and smooth." "Yes, you would feel so much better then, wouldn't you?" "Yes much better." "That's right, Pete. You do want to shave off all your body hair, don't you?" "Yes." "And the feel of the razor against your skin would be fantastic, wouldn't it?" "It would feel fantastic." "That's right fantastic. It may even take you back to just before your body hair grew in I bet you were horny a lot then weren't you?" "Yes. Horny." "That's right the smoother your skin gets, the more you'll be reminded of you felt back then. Right?" "Right." "Yes. But it would probably be easier if someone else did it. You'd like someone else to shave you, Pete. In fact, it would feel even more fantastic if someone else shaved you. It would be even more fantastic more exciting." "Even more exciting," Pete repeated robitically. "And you'd be very grateful to whoever shaved you, Pete, wouldn't you very grateful." "Yes, very grateful." "And you even feel grateful to me, right now, don't you Pete, for letting you feel this relaxed, this good. You know, you would never be feeling this good, this relaxed this safe and secure, if I hadn't brought you into this relaxed state. You do know that Pete, don't you?" "Yes Andre, I do." "Don't you think it would be more polite would in fact make you feel even better if you call me sir? Out of respect and gratitude for making you feel so great. You want to do it, isn't this true?" "Yes. Yes, sir." --Part 6-- "Good boy, Pete," Andre said softly, "very good boy. I'm going to wake you up in a minute, Pete, and when I do, you'll awake feeling very refreshed but the desire to be shaved will be even stronger, won't it?" "Yes sir," Pete said, "stronger." Andre rubbed his crotch and moved even closer to Pete. "Very good. And there's one other thing I'd like you to do before you wake up, Pete. It'll be very easy to do and it will make you feel very good doing it." Andre paused. He was standing right in front of Pete. "Remember I said that the smoother your skin got the more you'd remember how you felt back when you were a good and smooth teenager-especially how horny you felt?" "Yes sir." "Good boy. Well, I'd like to you remember how that felt right now. Just for a moment. Think how you felt back then. I bet you were horny all the time weren't you?" "Yes sir, horny all the time." Andre grabbed Pete's left nipple and squeezed it gently. "You feel just like you did back then, don't you Pete-all horny and frustrated?" "Yes," Pete said, his cock starting to inflate, "all horny and frustrated." Andre squeezed Pete's nipple a little harder. "I want you to keep remembering how that felt and I'd also like you notice how it feels to have me grab your nipple like this. It feels pretty good doesn't it? And I bet that whenever I squeeze your nipple, you'll feel just like you do now-all horny and frustrated, but good." Andre rubbed his fingers around Pete's now-erect nipple. "Whenever I squeeze your nipple, all these feelings will come rushing back to you. No matter where we are or what we're doing. All right, Pete?" "All right, sir." "Yes. And also-this is something just to keep in the back of your mind-but when I touch your nipple, or if you touch them yourself, you will start to think about a nipple ring. You'll begin to wonder how it would look, how it would feel. But let's just keep that in the back of your mind for now, okay?" "Yes sir." Andre let go of Pete's nipple and moved away from him a little. "You're going to wake up at the count of three, Pete. As always, you won't remember anything that happened while you were asleep-and, of course, you won't even remember being asleep. But you will follow the suggestions I've given you. You know how good you feel when you follow my suggestions-very, very good. All right Pete, one...two...three..." Pete opened his eyes. "I'm not even sure why I came," he said. "Just to talk," Andre said. I know you said you were nervous about the game tomorrow." "I said I was nervous? I-I don't feel nervous." "Well good," Andre said and smiled, "why should you be. But as long as you're here, let me ask you something-do you think body hair slows you down on the court?" "I...uh..." "But you have thought about shaving, haven't you, Pete? Everyone has." "Really? Well, yeah I have thought about shaving-a lot-but I don't know..." "I can do it for you, if you want. I could shave all your body hair for you." Pete imagined what he'd look and feel like all smooth, and for some reason his dick started to stir. "You'd really do that for me Dre?" "Sure, what are friends for." "Yeah. Thanks Dre, thanks a lot." Andre went into the bathroom and came out holding a can of shaving cream and a straight razor. "We'll start with your legs, okay?" --Part 7-- "You'd better take off your clothes," Andre said, shaving cream in hand. "Sure, okay," Pete replied and he began to undress. He kept looking at Andre's bare chest as he did so. Andre was so much better built than he was. How did he ever manage to beat Andre? Once naked, Pete just sat on the bed, looking up submissively at Andre. Andre began to spread the warm shaving cream all over Pete's dark, hairy legs--just a thin coat. Then Andre took the straight razor (where in the world did Andre get a straight razor from? Pete wondered in the back of his head, but such thoughts remained way back in Pete's mind) and began to gently shave Pete's legs. It felt so good to Pete--so wonderful to be so good and smooth. Then Andre started to shave Pete's pubic hair and Pete was about to say something, when Andre grabbed one of Pete's nipples and squeezed. The sensation ran through Pete's body like lightning. "Just relax, Petie," Andre said in a soft voice as he continued to remove the hair all around Pete's now-erect dick. And Pete felt so hot and so safe he just laid there and let Andre do whatever he wanted. Soon, Andre moved up to Pete's chest and even his arms, occasionally tweaking Pete's nipples--which brought groans of pure pleasure from Pete's full lips. In minutes, Andre had finished--leaving Pete completely hairless below the neck and with a stiff and leaking hardon. His smooth skin glowing in the dim hotel lighting. "You feel so good now, don't you Pete?" Andre growled. Pete's eyes were half closed, "Mmm yes," he said softly, "good and smooth." "Only one more thing left, Petie," Andre said and he went back into the bathroom. Pete was still moaning a bit. He felt so good and safe, but amazingly turned on as well. Not since he'd been a teenager had he ever felt so filled with frustrated horniness. Andre returned, holding an electric razor in one hand. He went over to Pete and held his head with one hand, and started shaving Pete's thick head of hair with the other. When Andre was finished, Pete had a buzz cut even shorter than Andre's. "You feel better now, Petie, don't you?" "Yes," Pete said. His dick was still fully erect, but every other part of him seemed loose and relaxed. "You realize I'm responsible for making you feel so good. That without me, you would be nothing." "Yes, Andre." "You know you are nothing compared to me. Nothing." "Nothing," Pete repeated. "In fact," Andre continued, his own hardon straining against his tight bicycle shorts, "you've always wanted to be like me. Always. You worship the ground I walk on, don't you?" "Yes," Pete said dreamily "Yes," Andre said, pulling down his shorts. "You want to show me how much you worship me, don't you" "Mmm hmmm," "That's right, Petie. You want to show me how much you worship me. Turn over, Petie." --Part 8-- Pete turned over, squashing his fully erect dick between the bed and his now-hairless stomach. Andre rubbed lotion all around Pete's asshole with one hand and squeezed Pete's right nipple with the other. "Ohhhh. Mmmmm." Pete moaned. "That's right Petie," Andre said in a smooth and even voice. "You feel so good right now, so excited, you want to do whatever I tell you, don't you?" "Mmm hmm," Pete said softly. His eyes were closed and the look on his face was a mixture of blissful contentment and animal desire. "Just listen to my voice, Petie, hear no other sound but my voice. And feel only my hands on your body. That's all there is in the world right now. My hands, my voice. And my dick. You can feel it pressing against your ass, can't you?" "Yes," Pete said in a dreamy voice. Andre knew that Pete was halfway under right now, but not fully--or else Pete would have called him "sir." But that was just fine by Andre. He didn't want Pete completely entranced when he fucked him. It made it that much more exciting to Andre. "And my dick feels so good against your ass, doesn't it?" "Good and smooth," Pete intoned. "That's right. And once I fuck you, you'll feel even better. You'll realize it's what you've always wanted, what you've always secretly craved. And you'll worship me even more for helping you see that. And you'll know deep inside you that you could never possibly be better at anything than I am." Andre's dick was pressing harder against Pete's asshole. "Yes," Pete said. He was starting to squirm a little on the bed. At first Andre thought some part of Pete was resisting this, until he saw that Pete was squirming to accommodate Andre's soon-to-come violation of his ass. "Good boy, Petie. Very good boy." And with that Andre began to shove his dick up Pete's ass. Pete yelped a bit, but a squeeze on his nipples turned the yelps to moans. In and out. In and out. Each time harder and deeper. "I own you now!" Andre yelled as he fucked, "I fucking own you, body and soul!" Andre pumped the smooth butt harder and faster and Pete only moaned that much more. Pete had never felt like this. Never in his whole life had he been in the throes of such unrelenting lust. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" Andre yelled as he continued to pound away at Pete's asshole. Andre had never felt anything so tight, but so welcoming. "You're mine now. Oh fuck! I fucking own this ass now!" In and out again and again until it was too much for Andre and came like mad up Pete's virgin hole. "Fuuuuck!" Andre screamed as he came. Cum filled up Pete's ass and quickly began to leak out all over the place. Pete himself was yelling incoherent grunts and he came as well -- though he hadn't even touched his dick. Finally, Andre's orgasm subsided and he collapsed, sweaty and spent beside his smooth slaveboy. Pete's eyes were partly open and his lips were moving a bit, but no words were coming out. "Sleep, now" Andre said, and Pete's eyes instantly closed. Epilogue Pete looked at himself in the mirror of Andre's bathroom. He liked what he saw. Hairless, except for his eyelashes and eyebrows and some stubble on top of his head, Pete just stared at himself and smiled. He remembered Andre shaving him the night before, but it was almost like a dream. And what happened after...Andre fucking him...it was the most amazing sexual experience of Pete's life. He would never be able to thank Andre enough for showing him his true self. Never. There was a knock at the hotel door. "I got it!" Andre said. A minute later, Pete walked out of the bathroom and saw Andre talking to their guest. It was another of their fellow tennis players. "Hey Michael, have I ever showed you my St. Christopher's medal?" Andre asked the young Asian man. THE END