The Hypnotist Show by Agachak (agachak@phish.nether.net) Warning: The following is an erotic fantasy, which includes references to Mind control and some Homosexual Sex. Not to be read by individuals under the age of Homosexual consent in your country. This article may be published unaltered electronically, or via paper provided it is 'Not for profit'. publication via charging media only with the express permission of the author. No alterations allowed to this document, including this message. ----------------------------------------------------------------- It was a damp April evening and I was walking home down oxford road. My attention was invevitably drawn to the advertising poster again. "Hypnotist show, by the Master Experience! TONIGHT, 7pm in Manchester, England" This poster had strangly been attracting my attention for the last few days, only now, it was the night of the show. "What the heck" I muttered to myself, before hurrying to the nearest bus stop. In deciding to attend at such short notice, I would have to hurry. My halls of residence where nearly two miles from the university, and almost three from the venue. A bus arrived, and I paid for the fare to Fallowfield. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [10 minutes later, in my room] What can I wear? After a few minutes of indecision I select a pair of black shoes, blue demin jeans, a matching blue demin jacket, and an open necked polo shirt. I asked myself "why I am I selecting these clothes?", but for some reason, I just knew I had too. I then left to catch the bus into town. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [7pm outside the Theatre] It was getting colder outside, but I had run hard from the bus stop outside the University and was sweating when I reached the venue, now it was almost 7pm and the doors had not yet opened. I spotted a staff member sweeping the steps. "Excuse me, is this the place for the show?". He looked up, and coughed before speaking "The hypnotist I assume?, the show begins at 9pm.". Sighing, I settled down for a freezing two hour wait after fastening up all the buttons on my polo shirt, in an attempt to keep warm. Slowly a queue starts to form behind me, and as always happens in such cases, a few individuals manage to get infront of me. Whilst I am waiting I notice a man in a long overcoat talking to the staff member I was earlier. The staff member gestures in my direction and the overcoat mans gaze follows and settles upon me. I clearly remember the mirrored glasses and how I seemed to suddenly aware of my own breathing. Without warning he moves his hand up to his right ear, before letting a smile lose from his lips. Turning he mutters something to the staff member before walking inside. Noticing my right hand is now beside my ear, I was initially a little puzzled, but I soon forgot about it. Finally the barriers were opened and the people in front of me entered the theatre. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [9pm inside the Theatre] It was naturally warmer inside, the people infront of me, couples mostly, paid for their tickets and were offered a choice of seat. Eventually It was my turn and I presented my student ID to the same staff member I had seen talking to the man in the overcoat. He carefully examined the card bearing my picture,name and term time address, before allowing me to purchase a reduced rate ticket. "your ticket is for the front row, best view in the house" he mentioned with a slight chuckle. I took the ticket and went to find my seat. Having never attended a hypnosis show before, I was intrigued by it, nervous and also strangely excited. Naturally I wouldn't be going up on stage, so why was I feeling this way..? Slowly the theatre filled, as people found their seats I noticed that the front row seemed to be formed by people unaccompanied. To my left the seat was occupied by a person who could only be described as a 'dirty old man in a mac', whilst to my right sat a woman in her early twenties. Half an hour after the starting time, the theatre full, the lights dimmed and the announcement that the show was beginning occurred. The curtains then opened. Out stepped the hypnotist, the man I saw outside the theatre earlier, minus the shades and coat of course. He was dressed informally wearing a shirt without a tie, but not open necked, like most people wear shirts or polo shirts casually. I suddenly I remembered I had left my shirt fully buttoned up. As only children and gay men tend to button up their polo shirts, I quickly undid the buttons. The hypnotist introduced himself as "master experience" and asked the entire audience to join in a few testing exercises. why not? I clasped my hands together as directed and gripped as hard as I could following his instructions. He then asked for people to stand up and stare into his eyes as they gripped. I decided not to at this point, unclasping my hands and remaining seated. Looking around I noticed the majority of the audience had also remained in their seats. On the stage the hypnotist was staring straight at me. Our eyes made contact and I couldn't help noticing his eyes were a beautiful brown. Deep pools of brown which merged perfectly into the black of the pupils, drawing me in deeper..and deeper... He gestured and smiled before turning away. I realised I was now standing, with my hands firmly clasped together, feeling both unattached and relaxed. A very pleasant sensation. I remember the hypnotist stepping back on the stage and his following words of command. "look at a light on the ceiling and relax, concentrate on the light you have selected and listened to MY voice, and ONLY my voice. Follow my INSTRUCTION as I COMMAND you to become more and more relaxed.". For some reason I obeyed and everything blurred as I listened to more commands, I faintly recall the order to come on stage, and overwhelming urge that I must obey it.... ----------------------------------------------------------------- "8.. and you are feeling more awake" "9.. your eyes are now totally open" "10.. you are now fully awake, stretch and take in a deep, refreshing breath" I took a deep breath and was surprised to find myself sat on stage, with several other people facing an audience. stood infront of me was the master. The master turned to face the audience. "I hoped you all enjoyed this evening, those of you with partners on stage will Definitely enjoy the rest of the evening". Howls of laughter, and quite a few sniggers came from the audience. Slowly the Master turned to face us. "And thanks for your participation, without you the night couldn't have happened. Don't worry if you cannot remember much" he quickly turned to face the audience "I am sure your friends will FILL you in.". The audience laughed again. The master turned to face us again. "My brave VOLUNTEERS, you will each find in your underwear a free ticket to my next show in six months time. Oh and gayboy!" "YES SIR" I heard a voice shout, with a start I realised it was my own! "keep away from other men until you get home". "YES SIR" I shouted, suddenly aware of a large amount of sniggering from the audience. I was confused, I am not gay!, or am I? up to this point I hadn't found men attractive but somehow I fancied the master, other men now seemed so Masculine. I just wanted to collapse in their embrace. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [12pm in my room] Dazed and bewildered I had worked my way back to my halls, not totally sure how I managed the trip. Once back I assessed my situation, everything felt strange, so I examined myself in the mirror. I was dressed the same as before, with the sole exception of my polo shirt, which was now fully buttoned up. My face though was strangely attractive, and I noticed I was wearing lipstick! Suddenly all thought vanished from my mind and I was undressing. First my shoes and socks came off, followed by my demin jacket and jeans. My briefs being the last to be removed. Completely undressed, excepted for the fully buttoned up polo shirt I stood paralysed facing the mirror, my mind empty of all thought. An hour passed, or was it 10 minutes? I cannot remember, but finally three knocks occurred on my door. Unthinkingly I turned, unlocked the door, and then stepped back. Into the room walked three people, The Master, the theatre employee and the 'dirty old man in a mac'. The Master walked straight up to me whilst one of the others closed and locked the door. "What's... Happening... too me Master??" I managed to stammer. "The slave seems to still have a mind of his own, boss" said the theatre employee. "Quiet Dave" uttered the Master "I will answer your question slave, you are under the power of post hypnotic suggestions left by myself.". "Slave..? post hypnotic what?" I whispered out. The Master grinned " Notice how you already called me master? You surrendered yourself to my will tonight and now we will make that surrender complete. Look into my right eye.". Unable and unwilling to disobey, I stared into the beautiful brown eye and felt myself falling into darkness... ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Awaken slave" said the sweat voice of my master. I opened my eyes and stared upon his hansom features. "well slave, feeling fine now?". "Oh yes master!..I am ready to obey your every command". "good, now sit and wait". The master turned to face the others "It seems he has been controlled before, by a tutor, starting when he was only 10 years old. He would 'amuse himself' with this boy and remove from his memory all trace of what happened, that's why the boy is so obedient and explains his choice of clothing.". The man in the mac then spoke. "If he is so obedient, was is really required to keep him under for 4 hours? It is now almost dawn.". "Yes James it was" said the master "He now is programmed to obey outside trance, something only a few people are susceptible enough to become. That is if you have the cash?" "you sure he won't remember anything?" said James, the man in the mac. "Oh he will remember everything from now on, but he won't want to tell anyone about it." The master then grinned "Your position is safe, no paper will get a 'kiss and tell' story from him.". James quietly handed over a brown envelope to my adorable master. The master counted the money before turning to face me. "It is a shame slave you no longer fancy women, you are my daughters type. But you have no regrets over that do you?". "None at all master, I dying to be fucked by a man.". "good boy, now listen to me. I have to go soon." The master smiled and I suddenly felt a great feeling of loss. "No master, fuck me tonight!" I almost cried. "Don't cry slave, it is alright, you will be fucked by your master tonight because James is now ALSO your MASTER, you LOVE James as much as you love me, you OBEY James as much as you obey me.". The master grinned as I looked upon James with a look of adoration upon my face. "Well James he is yours, enjoy." my ex master said "I better run along and visit that young lady 'volunteer' before the night is out. She is bound to be a bit frisky!". he smirked. "Have the slave attend my next show in 6 months time for reinforcement, until then bye.". He and Dave then left shutting the door, leaving me alone with James. I sat on my bed starring at the fine features of my new master. After a few minutes he finally spoke. "kneel on the bed and bend over" At Last!, I enjoyed obeying my masters command completely, getting into the position he specified. The pain was delicious as he forced his cock deep within me... ----------------------------------------------------------------- [next morning in my room] It is 11:32 am according to the bedside alarm clock. Now awake, I remember last night and the events that happened. James, my master, first commanding me to have sex with him and later having me shave my body. It was after 7am when he left, commanding me to go to sleep. Naturally I did as I was told. I throw back my covers and walk to my wardrobe, to select my clothes for today. No longer will I wear my shirts open necked. Master James will return next week and the thought fills me with anticipation, I want him to return and control me, obeying him makes me so happy! I am so glad that I attended the hypnotist show...