The Clinic

by Magister

magister@academy.net.au


PART ONE - I CORRUPT ANDREW

Okay, so here I am in a new town, starting all over again because
of some misunderstanding with the law. I mean, how was I supposed
to know that his girlfriend would be so fanatical she would
actually follow him after he dumped her? Anyway, I have started
at a new clinic, and they seem quite happy to add a qualified
hypnotherapist to their ranks. I had to use a few tricks of the
trade to make them that happy, but, hey, a guy's gotta work! The
thing is, I do good work, and 99% of my clients go away happy,
satisfied and cured. It's just those other few that I can't
resist, and I don't see why playing with a couple of lives every
now and then should be such a big deal. 

At least that's what I thought. However, now I am so deeply
caught in my own fantasy that I've become just as much a puppet
as the others. Here's how it all started... 

This young guy comes into my office, looking like he just stepped
off some All-American Boy catalogue. He says his name is Andrew
and he's twenty, but he looks like seventeen at the most. He has
this blond hair, cut in a college-type style, with a few casual
locks falling over his forehead. He has blue eyes, broad
shoulders and such a tight butt that I thought he might put a
hole through the leather chair. He tells me that he had smoked a
few cigarettes through high school, but since he had moved to the
city and was living by himself, had no job and hadn't made any
new friends, he had started smoking a few cigarettes every day.
He felt this was interfering with his fitness, and could I
hypnotise him so that he could give them up? I mean, what was I
supposed to do? A guy can only resist so much temptation! 

Sure, I said. Just step into my other room. This is where I had
set up my trance inducing equipment, and it looked impressive. It
centres around what looked like a padded dentist chair, and the
room was full of complicated looking machinery. Most of it though
was subliminal sound and vision enhancers, subsonic vibrators,
and a few highly illegal extras that I had garnished from a
highly co-operative CIA agent. I got Andrew into the chair, and
then strapped him in by using the necessary skin galvanisers and
acupressure stimulators. I told him that the straps around his
neck and forehead were to stop his head from falling forward when
he relaxed. 

I won't go into all the mechanical and mind-altering details, but
half an hour later, I had young Andrew back sitting in my office,
believing every word I said to him, and eager to do anything his
new 'Coach' wanted him to do. The first thing to do was to check
out the home situation - once bitten, twice shy. It turned out
that he did have a girlfriend, but she was back in Small-town,
Nowhere. He hadn't seen her for six months, so I suggested that
the best thing to do for his training, and for her, was to call
the whole thing off, so he could concentrate on his new goals,
and she could get on with her life. He accepted this readily
enough. There were no parents to worry about, as he was raised by
an Uncle, who he didn't really like, and who looked likely to
pass on fairly soon. Good. 

The next thing was the best part. I explained to him that the
reason he was smoking was because his body had a craving and was
telling him he needed to put something in his mouth, but he
didn't know what it was, so he was substituting the cigarettes.
It made sense to him. I said the reason he didn't know what it
was that he craved was because it was something he hadn't
actually physically tasted, but his body knew what it was, and
was desperately crying out for it. He was now eager to find out
what it could be. I then asked him a few questions, about his
exercise regime. 

It seems he had come to the City in order to find a coach to help
him train for the Olympics, and he had been doing a lot of weight
training and gymnastics on his own. I gave him a frown, and then
told him that what his body had been missing was a particular
protein mix, and some 'male' hormones. He nodded from his trance
state. This all sounded so logical to him, he couldn't disagree.
I told him we needed to do a simple experiment to check it out,
and he enthusiastically agreed. I told him he would need to take
off all his clothes, and jerk off. I explained that as his
therapist and Coach, that he needed to do everything I asked him
to do, because I only had his best interests at heart. In a few
minutes, he stood before the desk, fondling his dick while his
eyes focused on some inner fantasy. 

I worked on some minor suggestions, like this was the best
feeling that he had ever had, that standing in front of me was
turning him on even more. The poor guy was stroking his dick so
hard, I was glad that he was a fitness freak. Finally, the look
on his face told me he was about to come. I told him that he
would have to catch as much cum as he could in his hand. He hit
his orgasm, and jetted off into his waiting palm. Of course, bits
of it ended up dripping on the desk in front of him, but we would
fix that. I had him lick his cum from his hand, and it was the
best thing he had ever tasted. I told him that this was what his
body had craved. I had him lick all the drops off the desk as
well, because his body couldn't live without these proteins and
hormones. I had him sit down (still naked) on the leather chair. 
I don't know if you can appreciate the joy of having some young
stud sitting naked before you, ready to believe every word you
say. Anyway, I explained to him that male semen was a great
source of vitamins, minerals, etc., and that he should get a
fresh supply at least once a day. It would be okay to eat his own
semen occasionally, but he really had to have fresh semen from
someone else to replenish his own supplies. He agreed, but looked
troubled. I asked him what the problem was, and he carefully
explained that he wasn't gay, and he couldn't see how he could go
up to a guy and ask him for his cum. That was easy to fix, I
explained. As his Coach and therapist, it was my duty to make
sure he was fit and healthy. I said that I would be happy to give
him all the semen he needed, but the problem was how to get it
from my dick to his mouth? I waited while he thought about it,
because it would be better for him to come up with the answer
himself. 

Finally, he suggested that maybe he would have to give me a
blowjob, if I didn't mind. He was blushing as he said it, but
there was a hardness around his cock that was responding to some
previous hypnotic suggestions. I said okay (what a surprise!) but
we had to observe some ground rules. He would only suck me when I
was already horny, and this could mean he would have to come to
my office or home at any hour to receive his 'treatment'. I also
made it part of the deal that he not have sex with anyone else
without my permission, as I didn't want to risk getting a disease
from him, and we couldn't use a condom for this process. He
agreed to it all, and I thought I had better finish up now, while
things were going so well. 

One last thing, though. I took him deeper into trance, and had
him so eager to suck my cock and drink my cum, he could have
ripped my fly open with his teeth. I brought him back up into a
lighter state, and suggested that he try my cock now, just to see
that he wasn't allergic to my proteins. He jumped at the chance,
and I soon had his beautiful blond head between my legs as he
gave his very first blowjob. And it wasn't too bad, I can tell
you! 

Dressed and released of his need for cigarettes, Andrew happily
left my office with my home address, and I knew over the next few
months I was going to be seeing a lot of this kid - well, at
least his hair between my legs, and that was sexy enough in
itself. 


PART TWO - ANDREW AND I SET UP HOUSE

The thing with Andrew increased fantastically. I had him move
into my home permanently, to reduce the time between my hard on
and his mouth massage. I had him working out on my exercise
equipment, and watched him develop a good sweat, as did I,
working beside him as his coach. In trance, I explained to him
that a smooth body decreased wind resistance and looked better
underneath his tight lycra workout suit. He then started shaving
his body, and paraded in front of me, showing it off and turning
me on. I kept his hair short at the back and long in the fringe,
so he still looked like a young boy. I didn't let him drink or
swear or indulge in any way (bad image for an athlete, etc.) and
slowly had him jerking off whenever he thought about serving me. 
He became my housekeeper and cook, and I must say that I have
never exercised so much or eaten so healthily. Then, of course,
there was the sex. I convinced him that sometimes I would have to
shoot my semen straight into his body, so it could be absorbed
faster, without being damaged by his stomach acids. 

So, we began to work on his ass so it could accept my cock. I had
him practising with a dildo while I was at work, and even wearing
a butt plug when I took him out to dinner. I explained to the
receptionist at the office that I was helping out the son of a
friend by giving him some odd jobs around the apartment, and that
he would occasionally be bringing in my lunch, or dinner if I had
to work late. 

It was one of these late night sessions in the office that I
introduced Andrew to the enema process. I explained that before I
shot my semen into him, it would be a good idea to get rid of all
the crap that was already there. He said it sounded good, and
soon I had him clean and smooth on the inside as well as the
outside. 

At this stage, Andrew was basically addicted to my cum. He
thought about it constantly, and there were nights when I
pretended to still be asleep when he snuck into my bedroom and
blew me off. Each shot from my cock sent him into ecstasy, and
while I was at the office, he had come up with several unique
ways of getting his own cum into his mouth. One night, I had him
come with me to a local gay club, because, I said, I wanted him
to see that there were other young muscled men who needed the
juice from another man to stay healthy. 

We sat in a booth, and watched as semi-naked young boys and
leather clad men danced around the floor, or touched nipples at
the bar. I had Andrew get up and dance, and I watched him as he
blended in and gyrated across the dance floor. When he came back
and sat down, he suddenly went white, and looked feint. I knew
what was happening, but I immediately went into the 'caring
Coach' mode. He said that he had suddenly felt dizzy, and I said
it was because he must have used up a lot of his hormones while
dancing, and he needed another dose immediately. He was
embarrassed, and protested about sucking me off in public. I
explained that he was too weak to go to the bathroom, and we were
too far from home. I unzipped my fly, and pulled out my
stiffening tool. 

Reluctantly at first, Andrew lowered his mouth onto my dick, but
then the rest of the post-hypnotic commands kicked in, and he
found himself getting turned on by doing this where other people
could see. I saw the bulge in his crotch, but I had warned him
that because his levels were so low, he couldn't come himself for
at least a week. So, the best he could do was work like mad on my
dick and balls. I think he was trying to work a double-dose out
of me, the way he went at it. Me? I was as turned on as hell,
sitting in a public bar with this college jock sucking my cock
where anyone could see - and there were a few admiring glances.
After we got home, I explained to Andrew that whenever we were in
public and he felt weak, he should let me know immediately so
that we can do something about it. 

The next week was glorious, as he went from jacking off about ten
times a day to nothing, he got even more cravings for my semen.
But in the end, the week was up, and in some ways, it was a
delight not to feel totally empty all the time. Andrew sat down
on the bed in front of me after I had given him my permission to
come, and I watched as he displayed a virtuoso performance of
masturbating. My own dick couldn't help but give him a standing
ovation when he had finished. 


PART THREE - I GET MARK AS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT

As much as I enjoyed my sex with Andrew and his fresh, good
looks, he was still only young, and I sometimes craved the
company of a man my own age. I had just turned thirty, and I
suppose I was feeling my age. As I left for the clinic that
morning, Andrew was waiting at the door with lunch and briefcase.
He wasn't wearing anything but a pair of gym socks, and he had
what was now an almost permanent erection. His body was smooth
all over, and the blond hair and blue eyes made him look so
innocent. I mean, that's what attracted me in the first place,
but now I was looking for something a bit rougher, a bit darker,
and a bit more mature. 

As fate would have it, that's what walked in my door that day.
Talk about a birthday present. His name was Mark, and he was a
truck driver based on the outskirts of the city. He was
thirty-two, and had thick, black hair, and a wide, solid build.
Okay, his hair was scruffy and needed a comb, and his stomach
protruded a bit from sitting in a truck all week, but I could see
the potential in his handsome (if unshaved) face. His problem was
a mid-life crisis. He felt unfulfilled as a truck driver,
although he loved the life. His wife had recently left him for
another man because she couldn't stand being alone, and he had
felt depressed and had started drinking too much. A guy he had
bumped into in a bar one night had suggested my services (no, not
those services. He had been a normal client, one of the 99%). 

Anyway, I introduced Mark to my hypnotic-trance-inducer machine,
and once again was soon left with a man who was willing to take
my word for anything, and was ready to do everything I might
suggest. I couldn't rush this one as I had with Andrew. Mark had
had more years to develop a personality and preferences, so it
was going to take a few sessions to get him to be exactly what I
wanted. I checked him out, and found that since his wife had left
him, he had been living alone in a small flat, and besides the
other drunks he talked to in bars, he had no close friends or
family. I must remember to thank the birthday fairy! 

The first thing was to get him into better shape. That meant no
drinking or smoking, and I gave him a pamphlet on isometric
exercises, so he could start working on his muscles while he was
driving. I also suggested that a rockabilly haircut always looked
good on a truck driver - you know, with the sides combed up and
shiny, and a nice big wave at the front, and the back cut up off
the collar and swept into a DA. He agreed, of course, and
wondered why he had never though of it himself. 

I had started my plans, and went home and happily fucked Andrew
as I thought about what a bastard I was. Mark came in every
Friday afternoon after he got back into town, so our treatments
happened while the office was empty. This wasn't essential in the
beginning, but I hoped it would come in handy later. Each time I
saw Mark, the changes in him were more noticeable. He was shaving
regularly, although his side burns were allowed to grown down his
cheeks. His previously shaggy hair was being carefully combed and
pomaded, and it glistened in the fluorescent lights. He was
obviously getting fitter and healthier, and it showed in his skin
tone and general attitude. 

The next step was to take it further. I had him join a gym and
really working on his upper body, so he had some real muscles and
washboard stomach. I had him wear his shirt open more, so that
his growing chest and the curly black hairs could be shown to the
world. I also started introducing some sexual fantasies that
would keep him occupied on those long distance trips. I had him
think that the problem with his marriage had been with his wife,
and extended that to all women. I had him think more of being
with his own kind - strong, macho men. He was to start
fantasising about touching other men, running his hands over
their muscles, deeply kissing them, and after a few weeks of
this, I had him inventing his own truck stop fantasies. 

He had even come across some drawings by Tom of Finland, and as
he showed them to me, he was telling me that this was the way
'real men' looked and loved. Okay, he was turning into a real
lumberjack, but it was a great contrast to the smooth and
submissive Andrew. 

Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and put the last phase of
the plan into action. I gave him some commands for the next week,
and sent him on his way. The sight of his tight buns in the faded
Levi's as he walked out the door gave me enough ammunition to
inject Andrew a couple of times when I got home. On the Monday
morning, I sent Mark a package that he would receive at his final
outward stop. This would give him time to think about things and
respond to the post-hypnotic suggestions before he arrived at the
office on Friday afternoon. 


PART FOUR - I GET MORE THAN I BARGAINED ON

Friday afternoon came, and I was sitting in my office,
anticipating the action to come. This was the exciting part - I
had set Mark up with deep hypnosis and strong physical
reinforcements, and now I had given him some suggestions and
instructions, but I still had no idea exactly how it would work.
It was like setting up a row of dominoes, and as I pushed the
first one, I could only hope the rest would fall in order. 

At ten to five, Mark turned up at the office door. His large,
muscled shoulders almost filled the doorway, and his mass of
greased black hair would have made Elvis green with envy. His
flannelette shirt was unbuttoned down to his stomach, and
stretched across his chest, defining his muscles and showing off
the black mat on his chest. The receptionist, who had been just
about to leave, stopped and asked me if I needed anything, but
her eyes never left Mark. I told her that we were fine, and she
reluctantly left. 

Mark came into the office and sat down, and in his hands was an
envelope, probably containing some of the stuff I sent him. We
shared a few pleasantries to begin with, and I complemented him
on his looks, using some trigger phrases that were programmed to
really turn him on and get him horny. Then I told him that our
sessions were over, and as far as I was concerned, he didn't need
to see me anymore. That's when he laughed, and I knew I had him. 
He threw the envelope on the desk, and explained that it
contained some incriminating evidence against me, and that he was
calling the shots from now on. Of course, I protested my
innocence and threatened to call the police, and then I let him
call my bluff, and finally 'gave in'. He felt that he was really
blackmailing me, and that I would now be forced to do what he
wanted. He had me stand up, while he came around and sat in my
chair. He had me take my clothes off in front of him, while he
commented on my body. 

Okay, my body had never been great, but since I had been training
with Andrew, I had become a lot fitter and slightly muscled.
Obviously this didn't please Mark, as for him, being a man meant
having his broad shoulders. He walked toward me, and I could
smell his muskiness. He was still fully clothed as he pressed his
body against my naked skin. He reached down and started stroking
my dick as he started describing some of the things he was going
to make me do. Of course, he thought he was shocking  and
humiliating me with his descriptions of homosexual acts - what he
didn't know is that I planted most of them in his mind. 

However, he had come up with some interesting new things on his
own, and my cock grew solid under his hand. We were about the
same height, and as he looked me in the eye, full of a hungry
male passion, I knew that my fantasy would work out better than I
had thought. I had always wondered what my special subjects felt
like, and I wanted to try being a sex slave myself for a while,
but I had still wanted it to be under my control. With Mark, I
had achieved the perfect situation. Mark thought he was forcing
me to be his slave, but he was actually obeying orders. The next
hour or two were filled with some interesting sexual experiences. 
He asked if anyone would miss me, and I explained I had my nephew
staying with me, so I had to call up and tell him I was spending
the night with a friend. Andrew would just have to jerk himself
off for the night. Then Mark had me pose for him, and then I was
down on my knees facing his massive dick. I didn't particularly
like sucking him off, but it was all part of the show. Then he
decided that he would fuck me, and I would jerk off. 

Again, I wasn't too happy with this submissive role. I realised
that I was probably a better master, and prepared to call an end
to it. All my subjects had special code words that could send
them back into trance (among other things) and I decided that I
had changed my mind, and I would turn the tables on Mark, and
have him be my total slave. However, that's when the unforeseen
happened, and everything changed. 


PART FIVE - THE TABLES TURN

Mark was happily fucking my ass, but I didn't feel as turned on
by being submissive as I had thought. I think he felt that too,
and his programming didn't really want him to rape an unwilling
victim. He wanted me to enjoy it as much as he did, and I felt
him withdraw. I was about to turn around and reactivate his
trance state, when he pushed me down on the table. He apologised
for what he was doing as he stuffed a rather large rag in my
mouth. It must have come from his pocket, because it still smelt
of his groin and ass. I was shocked - this wasn't what I had
planned! I wanted to stop it, but without speaking the control
words, Mark was set on the path of getting me to be his sex
partner. He pulled me up, and turned me around to face him. 

Again, he told me he was sorry for what he was about to do, but
that I would really enjoy it. I started getting scared. I had
made him muscled because it turned me on, but now those muscles
gripped me and I couldn't do a thing about it. He dragged me
toward the room that housed the trance-inducer, and I suddenly
had an inkling of what he was going to try to do. I struggled,
but he held me like he barely noticed my attempt to break free.
He pushed me into the chair, and started strapping me in. I tried
to shout out how dangerous the machine was if you didn't know
what you were doing, and he must have seen the fear in my eyes,
because he explained that he had talked the receptionist into
letting him in here on his own some nights, and he was now quite
familiar with the apparatus. 

This made me stop and think. He had obviously thought about
enslaving me long before I had sent him the blackmail material,
and I wondered what I had let loose. Obviously the testosterone
from all those pumping muscles, or the chemicals in his slicked
up hair had brought out the real top in him. I was caught in my
own net. I couldn't remember, but I think Dr Frankenstein was
killed by his own creation. As he reached to turn on the machine,
he removed the gag from my mouth, but before I could call out the
codes to turn him back into an obedient puppet, the mechanics of
the chair kicked in, and I found myself floating off into a happy
land full of obedience and sex. 

When I again came to my senses, I was standing in my office,
looking directly at Mark. I still had no clothes on, and my cock
was standing at full attention. I looked at him as if I had never
seen him before. It used to be that when I looked at him, I saw
him as a tool, someone I could use to get my rocks off. However,
now I was looking at him as if he were the most gorgeous thing in
the world. I took him in from the rough work boots, the jeans,
straining around his groin, the wide leather belt, the flat
stomach, the massive hairy chest, the square chin and the glassy
black hair. I could have come on the spot. I realised that I had
just been hypnotised, and my familiarity with the technique must
have given me a different reaction, because even though I was
feeling and thinking things that Mark had obviously wanted me to
think and feel, there was still a part of my mind that knew what
was going on, and sat in the back of my head like a little
scientist nerd, watching and analysing everything that was
happening. 

I looked at Mark again, and he smiled as he saw the excitement
that must have shown in my eyes. I walked up to him, and rubbed
my hand against his hidden cock. The I sank to my knees and
started licking at the musty denim. Then it was a slow process of
getting his dick out into the open and working it to a fevered
pitch. The months of having Andrew working on my dick gave me a
wonderful insight into how to get Mark to squirm with pleasure.
It amazed me, though, that I should be so eager to do this now,
when a short time ago it seemed such a hassle. I knew that
hypnosis could change sensory stimulus - like making a person
believe that a lemon tasted like an orange - but this was the
first time I had had direct access to the experience. The smell
of Mark's groin and the taste of his head had previously been
slightly repulsive, but now, the taste of his dick was so
exciting, that the thought of his cum in my mouth almost had me
coming in front of him. 

When Mark did come, his semen flowed down my throat in wonderful
smooth bursts. It was the finest stuff that I had ever tasted,
and although part of me was aware that it was only a
post-hypnotic suggestion, the physical pleasure was undeniable.
As I stood up again, Mark pressed his face against mine, and gave
me the deepest and longest kiss I had ever had. I seldom kissed
anyone, as I thought it was a very female and unnecessary act,
but Mark showed me how men could kiss and make it as powerful as
having sex. Mark didn't feel like he could come again so soon, so
he decided to put off fucking me again till later, and I felt my
spirits fall. I was actually looking forward to having his cock
rammed inside me. Again, I was amazed at how a few minutes in my
own chair could so drastically change my thoughts. 

However, Mark decided that he could finger my hole, and jerk me
off at the same time. It was then that I realised that I had made
no move to release the pressure in my own stiff cock. Obviously,
Mark had included some instructions about giving myself pleasure,
or waiting for him to what to do. I bent over the desk, and
waited while Mark lubed up his hand with some gel that I kept for
Andrew's visits. He started off with one finger, and soon had
three buried deep in my ass. Again, the physical feeling was
sensational, and I wondered how I had felt uncomfortable before.
I wanted Mark to fuck me, but instead he kept his fingers in one
end, while he milked my dick with his other. We got quite a
rhythm going, and when I did explode, it felt better than
anything I had felt for ages. 

We ended up kissing some more, and then I noticed it was getting
light outside the office window. We had been here all night, but
I didn't feel sleepy. I felt excited, and had a real buzz from
this feeling of actually being with a man. Mark looked at me, and
seemed quite pleased with what he had done. I don't know whether
he planted a suggestion that I didn't blame him for brainwashing
me, or whether a deep part of myself really wanted this release -
all I knew was that I felt hornier and more powerful than I had
felt in years. 

Mark said he wanted to do a few more things with me before the
weekend was over, but he was worried about my 'nephew' and what
he would do if I didn't turn up. He asked me what I thought, and
I couldn't help telling him all about how I hypnotised Andrew
into being my sex toy and housekeeper. Mark looked at me
strangely, and for a minute I thought he might have guessed that
he, too, had been 'converted', but the blocks I had put in to
stop him from even considering it must have held, because he
shook off his doubts, and started considering what I had told
him. 

He sat in my chair, and had me start doing pushups while he
watched. He said that he was going to get me into shape, and
there was no reason I shouldn't be as big and muscled as he was.
While I panted away, he obviously was thinking of how to
incorporate Andrew into his plans of making me over in his image. 


PART SIX - I GET A HAIRCUT

He asked me again if I was sure that Andrew could be
'reactivated', and I explained about the code word that would put
Andrew back into a deep trance, and open to any suggestions we
cared to make. Mark seemed satisfied, and he had me dress and we
finally left the office. It was after nine on a Saturday morning,
and the city was coming to life. Apparently my doing exercises
had reawakened Mark's sex drive, because as I finished and stood
sweating before him, he decided that it was time to get down and
dirty. He sniffed my wet armpits, and I stripped him of his
clothes. We then undertook to explore each other thoroughly, and
when he finally penetrated me, it was like heaven. And of course,
because we were to be lovers, I returned the favour and gave his
ass as good a working out as he had given mine. 

By the time we emerged into the sunlight, my body was sore in
places I had never thought of, but my doubts about starting this
game were gone. Okay, I had had doubts about submitting to
another man. I mean, I was usually the puppetmaster, and other
men jumped to my demands. But this wasn't really submission. This
was two men totally turned on by each other's bodies. Mark said
that we could go back to my apartment where I could get cleaned
up and we would deal with Andrew, but there was a stop we had to
make first. I said fine, and we both climbed into his beat-up
van. I had no idea where we were going, but I figured it was back
to his place or something. However, he had other ideas. 

We finally stopped at a little barber shop hidden down a side
street on the far side of the city. It looked old-fashioned, with
the barber pole out front and jars of hair oil in the window. I
thought it strange that we had stopped here, as Mark's hair
looked fine. It had gotten mussed when we were in the heat of
passion this morning, but with a few expert passes of his comb,
it was once again swept up and glossy enough to make any old
rocker proud. However, I thought I would follow him in and see
what he was up to (not that I had much choice, what with being
completely brainwashed into being totally bonded to this guy that
I had created). 

As we came in, a middle-aged man came from the back, dressed in
the typical white tunic of the real barber. We were obviously the
first customers of the day, but he greeted Mark like an old
friend. This must be where Mark gets his hair done, I thought,
and so must a lot of other 'fifties junkies, judging by the many
old black and white photos on the walls. I had never seen so many
pompadours and flattops in one room at a time before. I wondered
what the demand was for these old hairstyles, when I caught the
end of what Mark had been saying, and my jaw dropped. He wanted
me to get my hair cut, and he was explaining to the barber how I
had a professional daytime job, so I needed something
conservative during the day, but something I could grease up on
nights and weekends. 

The barber didn't bat an eyelid, so I figured he probably got
that sort of request a lot. I was too amazed to say anything - I
had never thought my little games would go this far. It was one
thing to have a fantasy, and play around in other people's lives,
but this was too close to home. However, that was when Mark's
post-hypnotics really kicked in. 

Suddenly, I was turned on by what was going to happen. It was a
mixture of being forced to do something that deep down I probably
wanted to do, as well as creating a bond between Mark and myself.
When I looked at him again, I wondered why I had never thought of
it before, as I had always liked his hair. My poor overworked
cock made an attempt to rise to let me know it thought we were
doing the right thing, but it was that same cock that got us into
this predicament in the first place. Resignedly, I was led to the
leather chair. 

I looked in the mirror, and saw that I had a fairly heavy five
o'clock shadow, and I realised that I hadn't shaved for over
twenty-four hours. But as I looked at my hair, I realised that it
did look limp compared to the pictures on the walls. It was a
dark brown, and covered my ears and hung down over my forehead. I
had always thought that it looked good, but under the critical
appraisal of Mark and the barber, I was beginning to have doubts.
They finally reached a conclusion about what should be done with
my hair, and Mark leaned against the mirror with his arms folded,
waiting for the change to begin. 

The barber set to with his scissors, cutting bits from off my
collar that looked enormous, and brushed the side hair behind my
ears, exposing them to sunlight in I don't know how many years. I
normally went into the hairdresser and had a trim. I didn't
realise how sexy it was to have your hair cut and pulled by an
expert. Mark just stood there, relaxed and smiling. I saw that
his crotch was also relatively full, and I thought, if this turns
him on, then I guess it turns me on as well. The barber continued
cutting and combing, and if he noticed our meaningful glances, he
must have dismissed it as none of his business. When he was
satisfied with the cut, he went off to get a jar of cream to put
the final touch to my transformation. When he applied the cream I
got such a buzz that I was sure Mark had spent some time on these
subliminal instructions. 

He smoothed it through my hair, and I was so turned on that my
dick almost crawled out of my pants on its own. I was dying to
rub myself, even if it meant revealing my horniness to the
barber, but I still couldn't touch my dick unless Mark gave me
permission. That could get annoying, I thought. Then came an
amazing part. The barber showed us that if I parted my hair like
this, and combed it back like so, I looked like a yuppie with the
'wet look'. I resented the word yuppie, but I had to admit that I
did look like a young executive with a stylish cut. But then, he
said, if you comb it like this.... I couldn't believe it. 

He combed it up at the front and the sides, and suddenly I was
like a rocker myself, with a high pompadour and some hair like
wings at the back. The barber showed me how to change from one
style to the other, and I was entranced by the difference it
made. Not only did I look different, but I felt different as
well. I had never spent that much time looking at myself in the
mirror, as I could always find someone else sexy to look at, but
obviously this new hairstyle brought out the narcissist in me,
because I couldn't stop looking and combing my hair. However, it
wasn't over, and the barber said I obviously needed a shave
(which I did) and he was going to do it so it wouldn't spoil the
effect of the hair. 

Again, he and Mark discussed things, and it turned out that from
now on I was going to grow my sideburns to fit the rocker image,
as well as a moustache. I had never ever thought of facial hair
before, and I had never grown a moustache or beard. It struck me
as something strange, but by this time I was so into this role
that if Mark suggested I should grow a Mohawk, I would. The
barber shaved around my upper lip, leaving the first day's
growth. It would be a week or so before I had anything solid
there, but even the thought of growing one was starting to turn
me on. I felt sorry for my poor penis, trapped in my trousers
with no relief, except to rub away at the fabric. The barber
offered to shave Mark as well, but Mark said he would take care
of it later. 

Then we got up to leave, me looking strange with my 1950 hair and
my 1990 suit, but it still gave me a thrill as I caught a glimpse
of it shine out of the corner of my eye. After I paid the barber,
we got back into the truck, and set off for my apartment. That
was when I suddenly realised that Andrew was going to see me like
this, and I really felt embarrassed, and then I thought about
going to work on Monday, and how people would react, and then the
embarrassment made me get hornier, and I started worrying what I
had gotten myself into, when Mark reached over and placed his
hand on my thigh. 

I suddenly relaxed, as if all my worries had been turned off. I
felt so relaxed and calm, and so much wanted Mark, that I gave
him a dirty smile, and slowly reached for his hidden tool. He
started to protest, but I thought, if he won't let me release my
load, then I'll get him to come. As my mouth descended to his
lap, his dick shot up straight, and he gave a sigh of resignation
as I blew him all the way down Main Street. 


END