>Date: Wed, 22 Mar 1995 12:09:35 -0500 >From: MacBiker@aol.com >Message-Id: <950322120933_57472581@aol.com> >To: HYPNOSEX@bootcamp.liii.com >Subject: The Lecture > >This is a fantasy written my MarkJo342@aol.com and me, (MacBiker@aol.com). >Mark began it, writing the first third or so (the part leading up to the >lecture) and I finished it (the rest). > >It is about hypnosis, man to man sex, and leather. It is about domination and >control, and about trust. It is also about having a shitload of fun, and >should be viewed in that context. Interested? Check it out. > >* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * > >It's 8:00 on a Sunday night. I'm just about to start dinner, perhaps I've >even taken some food out of the refrigerator. The phone rings. When I hang >up, I know that it was a wrong number. It doesn't matter that the clock now >says 8:15. > >I'm looking at the food I'm about to cook. I don't want to cook, I'm bored! > I want to go out, do something exciting, right? I should go somewhere I've >never gone before, someplace hot....suddenly Zone DK (an S/M club around the >corner from the Spike in New York) pops into my head. What a great idea! I >feel so glad that I thought of it. And if I'm going there, I should wear >something hot as well....Suddenly I remember that there's a box in the back >of my closet with some special clothing in it. A pair of leather shorts and >suspenders, a tight t-shirt. I know I'm supposed to save them for occasions >like these. Occasions like what? No matter. If I hustle, and take a cab, I >can make it there by 9. Which somehow seems very important to me at the >moment. > >I go into the club, and it seems like there's a meeting or lecture going on., >so I sit down. There's a bunch of hot leathermen there...masters and their >boys. There's a man, vaguely familiar, at the podium, leather jacket, cap >shades (why? It's not that bright in here....) I really don't notice it >much, I just sit down, content that I made it here by nine. I really had to >be here at nine. > >I'm not really listening to what he's saying...but it probably goes something >like this..."with a subject's cooperation, his responses can be so ingrained >that they go beyond voluntary to automatic, below the conscious level, if you >will...For instance, there's someone here who doesn't even know he's supposed >to be here, and probably doesn't even remember the phone call that brought >him here. I'll introduce him to you now, but first, let me pour myself a >glass of water...." > >When I hear those words, it seems like a great idea to walk up on stage and >take a seat. Once I do I feel entirely relaxed. I don't notice a few guys >move their hands to their crotches, because the idea of having a boy on >automatic pilot has them so hard. They want to see how this man has trained >the ultimate bottom. > >* * * * * * * * * * > >Excellent. My boy is here, right on time, as I instructed him. > >I survey the room. The crowd of leathermen begin to grope themselves as they >consider the possibilities, the fact that complete control of another man is >so possible, and so hot - like incantations and black magic. > >I continue: "My subject is only too happy to be here, even though he is >unaware it was not his idea. Only it is his own idea, because he has allowed >it to happen. Like everything else, hypnosis is a two-way street - a give and >take - a matter of power and surrender. He is currently acting under >post-hypnotic suggestions given to him earlier. Soon, he will be completely >under, and will be even more controllable than he is now." > >I turn to him. "Jim, it's very warm in here." > >He agrees. Immediately he stands, removes his suspenders and t-shirt. Then, >slowly, he slides his leather shorts down to reveal nothing but a leather >jockstrap. > >"Sit down, Jim." He complies. > >"As I said, up until now, Jim has been acting under post-hypnotic suggestion. >Now it's time to put him fully under. I am going to use a rapid induction >post-hypnotic suggestion that I implanted earlier. Jim: sleep now!" (I snap >my fingers.) > >His eyes close immediately and his head drops to his chest. > >"Do you hear me, Jim?" > >"Yes." > >"Yes, what?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You are now deeply relaxed. Deeply relaxed. You are so relaxed your eyelids >will not open, and the harder you try to open them, the tighter they will >stay shut. Try to open your eyes, Jim." > >He tries, but is unable. > >"Stop trying Jim. There is no use - you are too deeply hypnotized - too >deeply relaxed. You can only open your eyes when I command you to. Is that >clear, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"I am going to give you some commands. You will find it very easy to obey >these commands, yet remain deeply hypnotized as you are now. I explained to >you earlier why you're here. Do you remember, Jim?" > >"No, Sir." > >"You will remember now, Jim. Why are you here?" > >"I am here to serve you, Sir." > >A few of the men in the audience have become so hot they can no longer stand >the pressure of their hard dicks pressing against their denim and leather. >Several have unbuttoned their jeans and have their dicks hanging out, >semi-erect; others have pulled their dicks out of their leather jeans and are >beginning to actively stroke them. > >"Jim, your throat is very dry, isn't it?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You need something to suck on, don't you? Wouldn't you like something to >suck on?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Wouldn't my cock be good to suck on, Jim? Wouldn't that be a good thing to >do?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Suck on my cock, Jim. Open your eyes, pop open my jeans, and suck until I >tell you to stop." > >"Yes, Sir." > >He stands, kneels before me, and pops open my jeans. He takes out my >semi-hard cock and begins actively sucking it. It quickly gets completely >hard, and he continues to suck. > >"Lick my balls, Jim." > >He immediately complies. > >More of the men in the audience have taken their cocks out and are stroking >them. They watch with rapt attention, eyes wide. Jim's technique is quite >good, and it isn't long before I feel like I'm gonna shoot. > >"That's enough now, Jim. Stand up." > >He stops sucking, almost reluctantly, and stands. > >"You know what my favorite thing is, don't you Jim?" > >"You like to buttfuck, Sir." > >"You would like me to fuck your butt, wouldn't you?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Slide off your jockstrap and climb into the sling now, Jim." > >He slowly removes the leather jockstrap and climbs into the sling. He places >his legs in the stirrups and his arms at his sides. The men in the audience >are really getting aroused; many are jerking off, several are sweating and >are clearly close to shooting. > >"Are you ready, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"How do you want me to fuck you, Jim?" > >"Deeply, Sir." > >"You want to enjoy getting fucked, don't you Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"And you cannot enjoy getting fucked unless your butthole is totally relaxed, >isn't that true?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You will relax your butthole now, Jim." > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Relax ... relax ... relax ... " > >I slip on a rubber, cover my cock with lube, move toward his parted legs, and >place my dickhead against his hole. He shows no reaction as I press gently >and slip right in. One of the men in the audience groans and shoots his load. > >"You are enjoying this, aren't you Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You will remain deeply relaxed as I am fucking you, but you will experience >each thrust as a new wave of pleasure. You have never been fucked this well >before, have you?" > >"(groan) No, Sir." > >I start pumping, and as I do that, he is clearly having an incredible time. >He breathes deeply and moans softly as he experiences new heights of ecstasy. >Yet, his cock remains limp. > >"Are you enjoying yourself, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Then your dick should be hard, shouldn't it?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Make your dick hard, Jim." > >Jim's cock, lying off to the side, immediately begins to get harder, harder, >harder, until it stands at full attention, throbbing gently. His hands remain >at his sides. > >"Now that your dick is hard, it will remain that way until you come. And you >are going to come shortly, aren't you Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You will remain deeply relaxed, even as you come. Do you understand, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You start feeling a pressure in your groin, Jim. It is your come, getting >ready to shoot out of your cock. Do you feel it, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"It's building, Jim. It's building, building, building. The tension is >growing, growing, growing. You feel the deep pleasure of it, deeper than you >ever have before, don't you Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." He starts to grimace, the pleasure is so intense. > >"I am going to count down from ten. When I say "one", you will shoot your >load like you've never shot before. Do you understand?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >Several more of the men groan and shoot their loads. A few are getting their >dicks royally sucked. > >"Ten. Getting closer. Nine. Closer still. Eight. Pressure's building. Seven. >Building. Six. Closer, closer. Five. Almost there. Four. Almost can't take it >any more! Three. Your balls are churning under the load, but you cannot shoot >yet! Two. The pleasure is intense and almost unbearable ... > >... ONE!" > >A huge splurt of come shoots out of his dick and lands on his chin. A second >one lands between his nipples. He pumps another three or four rounds, then >does a few dry pumps before stopping. His hands remain at his sides; he never >touched his cock once. I lose all control and cum deeply myself. > >Exhausted, I pull out, and dispose of the rubber. > >"Did you have a good time, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"You're all full of come, Jim. You need to wash up. Why don't you take a >shower?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"Get out of the sling, Jim, and step into the shower here." > >He gets out of the sling. Cum is running down his chest and dripping on the >floor. > >"I'll turn the water on for you, Jim." > >He makes motions like he's in the shower, and I pour warm water from a >pitcher over the front of him. > >"Okay, time to towel off." I hand him a towel, and he dries yourself. Some >of the men chuckle. > >"And now, it's time to wake him up. This is the time to give him whatever >suggestions he needs to have for the next session. Jim is already very well >trained, so that isn't necessary here." > >I turn to him. "Jim, please put your clothes back on. You may open your eyes >as you need to. Then sit down please." > >He complies. > >"I am going to wake you up now. I am going to count from five down to one. >When I say, "one", you will awaken. You will feel refreshed and alert, and >deeply sexually fulfilled. You will remember none of this exhibition, and you >will not remember our earlier telephone call. You will only know that you >were here to discuss hypnosis and leathersex in a general sense. You will not >be concerned with any discrepancy in time. Do you understand, Jim?" > >"Yes, Sir." > >"I am going to begin counting now, Jim. Five. Starting to awaken. Four. >Beginning to feel more alert. Three. Feeling even more alert. Two. Almost >awake now. One. Open your eyes, Jim." > >He awakens stretches a little, and looks very content. The men in the >audience look a little dazed, like they can't believe the experience they >just had. > >"And that, men, is an example of how domination doesn't have to happen with >ropes. The mind is all it takes. In fact, whoever said the brain is the most >sensitive sexual organ had the exact idea. With the right technique, and a >cooperative partner, you can practice the black magic of hypnosis yourself, >and discover heights of sexual pleasure you barely dreamed of. Thanks and >good night. Don't slip on the floor on your way out. It's covered with cum."