BDSM Library - Story: The Hypnotist, Chapter: Part 5

Hypnotist 5

by Emile

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Wow nice place you've got here. Who'd have thought a muscle dickditch like you could afford this? Your wifes family huh? That's a shame, we could have had some bitching parties here once we were done. Now get naked, we don't have long. Oh don't get all bashful, these guys have seen plenty of muscle cunts before. Oh right I should have introduced you - these guys are my trainers. Well, your trainers I guess, I met these sick puppies on the internet and they've worked over a few guys now for me. Reece here is pretty hairy, but I guess you can tell from the matt there above the collar. He really likes being reamed out by guys, which is gross, especially for you. Still he's pretty good at arse work, between his rubber dongs, dick and fist there ain't much your twatlips won't take by this evening. Oh yeah I love seeing your bulging tits, they're so smooth and square, Jason, the second guy, will really love them. He likes to work over a guys upper body - his pecs, arms, really makes you feel it. You know he was once an olympic wrestler, until that drug testing thing really got going. Your tits will be really sore soon. Yeah put the tie back on, it'll give him something to leverage with. Oh and look at your tree trunk legs, really fucking hot against that pink micro thong, your fat steak and veg are bursting out already. Just shuck down the waistband would you? Yeah, bloated and shiny already, just the way I like it. You'll be leaking spooge in no time. Trey will keep you hard, he really loves working over a guys dork and balls, especially someone as gifted as you. Your nads are really gonna glow after this. Of course, we'll start with some mouthfucking training, we don't want to miss that before your wife gets home. Oh quit whining, she'll have to find out somehow. Or was that a grunt, I can't tell with Reece sitting on your face like that.

Okay guys, now get to it. We only have about 2 hours to get that little buff overstuffed calf into pro shape before she gets home. Now I'm gonna whisper some commands to you, try and concentrate, although I know it's hard with an elephant sized reamer being worked up your chute like that. Feel free to grunt as much as you need. Hang on, need to move a little further away, or this slop on the sheets will stain my new jeans. Yeah. Trey, the cock cuff looks a little tight there, his cockroot is almost purple. Oh right, if you say so. You're the expert. It's just he's breathing so hard here I can barely hear myself. Yeah maybe lay off the nut slapping for just a mo'. Okay, well when your pretty little wife gets here, we'll all be waiting in the next room, so it'll just be you, kneeling thighs apart on the bed, jerking off your hard stalk to some gay rag. I've brought a few but I can't decide between "Barely Legal" and "Bound". I mean, I don't want her getting some kinky ideas about some threesome with another guy or something, this has to look hard core arsemuncher. Of course you'll be pretty stuffed still, actually maybe really stuffed, we could always leave on of those rubber monsters rammed in balls deep, anyway, just on the bed, dick slapping facing the door so she sees you dripping junk to gay porn when she walks in. That's when you tell her, get up off the bed, dick still in hand, and tell her that you're into dick now, and you're leaving her. Of course you might need to do it gently - getting up you mule, cause of the rubber cock, not the telling part - I want you to be as brutally callous as possible. Now I'm leaving a viagra on the bedside, we can pop that when her car pulls in the drive. Now boys, why don't one of you take his face hole, and the other one can start feeding some real cock into those moist buttflaps of his. I want to hear your balls smacking against his arse pronto. Now quit whining, this is for your own good.

Hang on, I can hear something in the drive. Okay Reece, fisting'll have to wait. Your breath sounds pretty ragged, wanna cum up his chute... we don't have long. Oh yeah, that sounds like a mother load. Get it? Anyway, okay Jason, just shove all those other dildos in the bag - no I don't care if they're slimy, just do it, you can wipe your hands on the bedspread. Reece you'll have to feed that pink rocket in faster, she's at the door already. Trey, if you could force those pills down his throat while I set up the magazine - okay now showtime, get on your knees and start jerking. Shh that grunt was loud, she's coming up already. I don't care if your balls are on fire, I want hard slapping strokes. Okay guys, through here, this shouldn't take long...

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So your wife left you huh? That's too bad. I guess telling her how much you loved getting dicked up the arse would do it, especially since she was already suspicious of your newly shaved and pumped body and the sudden lack of sex. And doing it with just that pink thong around your knees wouldn't have helped, I mean even when you pulled it up, the strap barely covers your horsecock, you can see the dark root and all, and there's no hiding your fat smooth balls! Especially with that bow legged stance you had. I wonder if she saw the dong before you climbed off the bed. Well like I said, you should be able to take dildos twice that girth by now, I should be able to plug you with elephant sized reamers without so much as a grunt, so it's your fault if you made it obvious you were buttstuffed.

Of course it was hard, I mean difficult, hugging and crying and shit while springing a giant wood, leaking dickjunk into the thin lycra strap. That must've really confused her. But did she try and bring you round? No, just called you a filthy animal eh! A shame, like I said, this would've been a great house for parties, if she'd given you another chance. But you are kind of primal looking now, all wild eyed, tense and uncovered. I bet you were itching to just fuck her then, a shame you had to dump her instead. She'll probably miss the feeling of that thick choad reaming her out every night, well almost as much as you'll miss parting those moist twatlips for a fuck yourself. It must be hard knowing you'll never fuck a woman again... What, oh right, sorry, what I mean is that from now on, you are never going to be able to fuck a woman again. The minute you try and push in that thick fucker, it'll go soft as a wet rag, and you'll get a wrenching pain in your gut. That should do it. Well of course going soft might be a blessing otherwise, since you're permanently so aching hard these days. Anyway, enough talk, we need to go, she only gave you, what was it, 15 minutes to clear out before she came back with the cops. We'd better gather up all your toys, you'll be needing them where you're going. Hey Jason forget about the clothes, he won't need that fancy gear now. Oh for you? Right well just grab what you want now, we've gotta go.

Hey man don't get sad, I made you do that for your own good. I mean with you spending all this time round the gym, she was bound to find out anyway, so I really just saved you time. Getting kicked out is pretty rough - you know she'll get the house now - but I'm sure Charlie's place is nice enough to stay in. Yeah well I'm sure lying cramped in that single bed together beating off each other's dicks for an hour a night would be hard, or hard and sloppy maybe, but I've got to keep you pumped somehow. Which reminds me, since you'll be rubbing precum cockslop all over each other every night, I want you to sleep head-to-toe, just line up your nose with his ballbag before you drop off, you'll have to keep it there all night. It might be a little uncomfortable with his precum bubbling over your lips all night. You'll get real used to the tang of each others musky smell too. If you feel anger or frustration, reach down and pry his lips open, and fuck his throat hard until you feel better. Yeah no cumming, but you will still give him a hard mouthfuck whenever you feel the urge. Oh don't worry about him, I've commanded him to do the same to you.

Anyway I don't like my guys to be single, especially a catch like you, so Cassius will be coming to the gym tomorrow. He's wanted a 'boyfriend' for a while now, although those black kids have such a strange idea of what that means these days.

He was just saying the other day "I been thinking, no bitch has come back like that since I'z in junior high, and its about time I got myself a proper boy again. " We talked about you, and your newfound dickmanship and he was the one that said "I know it's every fagboys dream to get the honour of being my boyfriend." Hey don't cry, it's not like I'm pimping you out to a possessive high school dropout to be his white boy trashbag. Well, maybe. I mean you should hear the descriptions of what his 'boyfriend' would be doing for him - sucking him off on poker nights - polishing off his morning wood - being his trophy at parties - the usual teen shit, only he means it. His idea of a boyfriend was like most of his friends' ideas of girlfriends - bitches you could show off down the street, arm over their shoulder so you could maul their big tits, movie dates where you got them all moist and horny through the flick so you could fucking them in the car later. Like them, he enjoys people gawking at a big black dude and his pretty white hoe, trashy little clothes that covered nothing, their lives revolving around their black man's pole.

But he's gentle, you know, he buys his bitches presents - muscle tanks that barely cover their man udders, strips of fabric barely wider than their nipples, with "Black Cock Lover" printed in bold on the waist. Thick chrome cockrings so everyone can see how hot they are for sex. Tattoos. In fact he really liked tats, stuff like "Black boy bitch", on their pec or the small of their back. But I'd watch him, he has a way of making ink crawl over shoulders, down backs and sides, and of course the best messages across exposed chests and arms. Oh yeah, and in return he expects presents too - the stuff you can afford with what I pay you - stereos, DVDs, the usual shit, with of course the usual thank you fuck for whatever trinket be brought. Yeah, a lot of being his boyfriend will come down to fucking, to being ready and willing to put out whenever, or wherever, he wants. Hey come on, it's just beginning...