Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 08:40:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hypnosis

   The usual disclaimers apply to this work of fiction. The story reflects
events of a sexual nature between a teen boy, and an adult professional. If
this type of material offends you, or is outside the bounds of the
prevailing law in your area, do not continue reading. Also, should you be
under the legal age of consent, you really shouldn't be at Nifty, period,
even if they do host the best story site on the web! Comments are always
welcome at: storyguy22@yahoo.com Enjoy!



HYPNOSIS


   The music was soft in the background, filling the dimmed room with a
soothing melody. The blackout shades had been closed, baring the harsh
glare of the sunny summer day, and the office was softly backlit by several
low-voltage lamps that had been strategically by a licensed lighting
engineer. His expertise had extracted a small fortune in fees to accomplish
the perfect relaxing effect for the room, but the end result had justified
the cost. The air conditioning was a barely audible, soft hum, as it worked
to maintain the optimum temperature for human comfort, and relaxation. The
office furnishings were made of a cloud soft suede material, and had been
hand made, utilizing the exactly correct amount of stuffing to ensure the
ultimate in human comfort. The flooring was a plush carpet of a soothing
gray tone, so well padded, that even the sound of a falling rock would be
totally muffled. Each of these very expensive elements, and more
importantly, their combined effects, served to create a peaceful Minerva,
that quietly encouraged a deep level of relaxation in the human animal.

   The carefully designed room was the hypnosis center of my Psychiatric
practice, and had, over the years, proved many times to be fully worth its
staggering expense. The practice of hypnosis is tedious at best, a sort of
modern day hocus-pocus, that can, when fully effective, produce amazing,
and highly revealing results. Therapy patients who carry deep seated
demons, buried deep with in their fragile minds, can at times be enticed to
totally lower their physic guard, and let the demons free, while under deep
hypnosis. The occasions wherein the practicing therapist achieves success
in allowing the patient to finally free themselves from said demons are
truly momentous, and nearly as rare, as they are rewarding. I was
personally, and professionally, proud of my higher than average success
rate in this endeavor, when compared to my collogues, and I gave a lot of
credit for that success rate to this special, albeit expensive, room.

   I moved about the room, double checking, ensuring that all relaxation
inducing elements were properly in play, as I awaited the arrival of
today's patient, who would be receiving his first session of hypnosis. The
case was unique in that patient was a young boy, barely thirteen, who had
been the victim of repeated sexual molestation some two years previous. I
had been counseling both him, and his family, for most of the past year,
and the treatment had reached a sort of impasse, where all forward progress
had recently halted, for all intent and purposes.

    The boy had been initially reticent to participate, obviously
preferring to tuck the experience away in some forgotten corner of his
mind. With gentle encouragement, and, if I may say so, skillful application
of my counseling skills, we had made subtle progress, over time. During
recent weeks, he had begun to be slightly more open to acknowledging the
fact that the sexual activity had actually occurred, which manifested a
giant step forward from where we had begun, almost a year ago, when his
initial position had been one of total denial. Even though his eventual
acceptance of the premise that he had been victimized in this way was a
breakthrough in and of itself, I sensed that he was somehow just saying the
words, a sort of playing of the adult game, in the hope that the whole
matter would just somehow go away, if he said the words we adults seemed to
want to hear. Hence the hypnosis session, fueled by the hope that I might,
through this technique, succeed in shattering the psychological barriers he
had erected, thereby setting the demons free, and free the boy's mind in
the process.

   The chime on the intercom sounded softly, and my secretary announced the
arrival of my patient, and I told her to send him in. I stood casually next
to one of the chairs in a grouping of four, and faced the door. It opened,
and the boy entered, tentatively glancing around, as he closed the door
behind him. His gaze crossed the space between us, and his dark, smoldering
eyes met my own. I smiled, and said, in a low voice, "Hello, Jared, come in
please." He graced me with a small upturning of the corners of his mouth,
and stepped over to my position, and muttered, "Hi, Doctor Rob." As had
been the case of each of our meetings, I was instantly moved by the aura of
sensuality that seemed to surround the boy, and by his extreme cuteness. He
offered me his small hand, and I took it, feeling the now familiar warmth
spread down my spine at his soft touch, and asked him to sit down. We sat
in the comfortable chairs, facing each other, and as we chatted, I let my
eyes roam over his sleek, slim body. He was dressed in a collared,
pull-over shirt, and the smooth skin of his upper chest was revealed
through the open buttons at the neck. He wore shorts, the somewhat baggy
variety that today's youth seemed to favor, and the material gathered into
his lap, precluding any real hint of the boyish treasures that I knew
resided there. His legs were slim, and appeared totally hairless, and his
small feet were clad in ankle socks, and very white tennis shoes. Moving my
eyes to his face, I once again savored his boyish beauty, a definite
sweetness that was captivating. His hair was a soft brown, tending toward
blond, almost, and was worn fairly long, so that it covered his small ears,
and his collar in back. His eyes were hypnotic themselves, dark, and
brooding, and his eyebrows were thick, and matched the color of his head
hair. He had a small button of a nose, and peaches and cream cheeks, the
perfect skin a soft golden tan. He looked directly into my eyes, and
blinked several times, and I was once again amazed at the length, and the
natural curl, of his extraordinary eyelashes. He smiled sweetly, and asked,
his boyish voice cracking slightly, "Are you gonna put me to sleep now,
Doctor Rob?" I chuckled, and replied, "Well, Jared, not really asleep, more
like a very good rest, while you are still awake." He nodded, and mumbled,
"Ok, whatever."

   We stood, and moved to the large, overstuffed sofa at the back of the
room, and I indicated that he should lie down, and make himself fully
comfortable. He settled onto the sofa, and bent down to remove his shoes,
then lay back, and propped several small pillows behind his head. The
immense sofa seemed to nearly swallow the small boy, and I sat down on the
edge of the cushion near his slim hip, and ran my fingers through his soft
hair. "Are you comfortable, Jared?" I asked, and he nodded, a tiny, nervous
smile on his full lips. I dropped my hand onto his satin smooth thigh, just
at the hemline of his shorts, and felt a small lurch in my balls, as I
reacted to the smoothness of his skin. "Warm enough?" I asked, and he again
nodded, seeming to take no notice of the presence of m hand on his upper
thigh. I gave the supple skin a small squeeze, and released it, then said,
"Ok then, Son, shall we begin?" He nodded once more, his dark eyes blinking
several times in his nervousness, and I said, "Just relax, Jared, you will
be fine, nothing to be nervous about." He nodded again, and croaked, "I'm
cool."

   I reached over to the nearby table, and pressed a series of buttons, and
the music instantly changed to a more pulsing piece, gentle, but harmonic
in its repeated beat. At the same time, the small mirror ball that hung
suspended from the ceiling began a slow rotation, the carefully placed orb
sending a steady pattern of reflected light flashes swirling around the
ceiling, and walls. I picked up the small silver baton that rested on the
table, and held it in front of his wide, doe-like eyes, fixed between his
eyes, and the light show that bounced around the room. "Just relax now,
Jared, and follow the silver stick with your eyes, and concentrate on the
movement, and the music." I told him softly. I watched his eyes flicker,
deftly following my hand movements, and said quietly, "Breathe slowly,
Jared, and deeply, just keep concentrating on the silver stick, and feel
the music."

   It took no more than a few minutes, and he was under, his soft eyes
slowly going closed, as an expression of pure serenity came over his face,
and he slumbered peacefully, entering the hypnotic trance with little
resistance. I lowered the baton, and sat very still for the next few
moments, watching him closely, and happily observing him slip even deeper
into the hypnotic state. "Tell me your name, Son." I said, very softly, and
he sighed deeply, saying, "Jared." I passed my palm close in front of his
face, and received a zero reaction, so I asked, "How old are you, Jared?"
He inhaled a breath, and replied, "I'm thirteen." I continued with a few
mundane questions, assuring myself that he was totally under, and that his
mind was open to the truth, then slowly, and gently, began taking him back
in time, back to the events of his eleventh, and twelfth, years, the time
of the sexual activity that had invaded his young life.

   "Jared, do you know who Jim Richards is?" I asked him, and he reacted
with a tiny smile, as he answered, "Sure." I delved a bit deeper, by
asking, "Can you tell me how it is that you know him, Jared?" He repeated
the small smile, his even white teeth flashing into view as his lush lips
parted slightly. "I know him, cause he's one of my neighbors....or he was,
anyhow." I waited a second or two, then, continued, "He isn't a neighbor
now?" I asked, and Jared shook his head slightly, and said, "Nope,
actually, he sort of ran away from home." I pondered that response a
moment, and asked, "Oh, I see, so is Jim a boy like your self, and he ran
away from home?" He shook his head again, and replied, "No, no...not like
that...he's a man...but he still ran away from home!" I waited, letting him
calm down again, then asked, "How old of a man is Jim, Jared?" He gave a
small shrug of his shoulders, and responded, "Not sure....prolly like,
maybe fifty....pretty old, actually." That almost got a chuckle out of
forty four year old me, but I resisted, and returned to my thoughts,
saying, "How well did you know Jim, did you like him at all, I mean, he is
apparently much older than you." Jared was still a moment, then curled that
lush mouth into a wider smile than before, and answered, "I guess I know
him, like, really good....and....for sure, I like him....don't care about
he's old....he's really fun....and....stuff..."

   He seemed to be comfortable with the line of questioning, so I probed a
little deeper, asking him, "Jared, do you know why Jim ran away from home?"
He frowned then, and sighed deeply, then muttered, "Yea I know why." I
waited, then said, "Can you tell me why he did that...run away, I mean?"
Jared tensed slightly, and an unhappy look crossed his face briefly, and he
answered, "Cause...he had to...or else get in a lot of big trouble."
"Trouble for what, Jared, what was Jim going to be in trouble for if he
stayed home?" His slim body squirmed slightly, and his smooth forehead
furrowed, as he replied, "Trouble for doing stuff with me....stuff nobody
else liked him doing." I gave it a small rest, amazed at the free flowing
answers he was giving, and delved deeper still, "What stuff, Jared, what
stuff did nobody like?" He grunted, and quickly answered, "I liked it...me
and Jim both liked it lots...dumb people, anyway!" He had become agitated,
but was, if anything, even more responsive now, so I pressed on. "Tell me,
Jared, what things did you and Jim like that the dumb people didn't like?"
He squirmed a bit, and thought about it, before saying, "Touching...and...
stuff...he liked touching me." Pleased that he seemed to be showing little
stress discussing his experiences, I pressed a bit more. "I see...well...
you are a very cute boy, Jared, and you are also at the age that displays a
certain....vulnerability...that for some reason motivates adults to feel
the need to rub your shoulders, or ruffle your hair, things like that." He
grimaced slightly at that, his full lower lip frowning slightly, as he
responded, "Yea, huh, like how my Grandma is always pinching my cheeks...
jeez, I hate that!" I allowed myself a small chuckle, as I briefly wondered
what is was with Grandma's that made them do that. "But..." he continued,
"that's not what Jim liked doing....it was way different with him."

   I pondered that for a minute, knowing full well that what transpired
between Jared and Jim Richards had little to do with pinching his
cheeks....well, maybe....but certainly not the cute little pink cheeks of
his pretty face. "Different....different how, Jared...do you feel like
talking about that?" I asked. He shifted slightly, his hand moving to his
waist, and slipping beneath the hem of the Polo shirt he was wearing. I
watched quietly as he moved his hand slowly over the soft skin of his
tummy, the shirt sliding up slightly to reveal his tiny, concave navel. "I
promised I wouldn't ever tell." was his response to my suggestion that we
discuss the finer points of his experiences with Jim. "I didn't mean to
suggest that you "tell" anything, Jared, I only asked if you felt like
talking about it, is all." I replied. I watched, as his hand continued to
explore his now bare tummy, the shirt hem all the way up to just below his
nipples. I shifted, and moved my hand to adjust my growing cock in my
slacks, as I watched his fingers slowly stroke the creamy skin of his
tummy, moving in small circles, and working higher. He sighed heavily, and
mumbled, "Different...like this...feeling all good..."

   Hoping that I had succeeded in diverting his thinking from "telling," to
"talking," I quietly asked, "Like that, Jared....Jim touched you the way
you are doing now, right, and you liked the feeling?" He nodded his head,
and slid his hand higher under the shirt, and back and forth across his
slim chest, obviously stroking his nipples. "Yes, and like this too, and it
feels really good....a lot, really good." I let my eyes drift down to his
crotch, and noted the extension of the slack material gathered there, as
his obviously erect boy cock protruded against the fabric of his shorts. I
once again adjusted my own erection, and pressed on, "Jared, were you
usually wearing s shirt, when Jim touched you like that, or...?" His pouty
little mouth turned up in a small smile, and he shook his head on the
cushion, and replied, "No....or....like...not for very long, anyway." I
watched him toy with his nipples under the gathered shirt, and resisted a
strong impulse to lean over, and lick the buttery soft skin that was his
fully exposed tummy, and said, "You can slip your shirt off, if you'd like,
Jared, it is getting a bit warm in here." His eyes opened briefly, and he
looked at me, then grinned, and said, "You're pretty cool, Dr. Rob!" I gave
him a small wink, and replied, "I think you are very cool, as well, Jared,
and I want you to feel perfectly free to say, and do, anything that you
feel comfortable about, ok, because it is just me, and you, talking,
nothing more." He giggled sweetly, and squeaked, "Cool!" And leaned forward
slightly, then, peeled the shirt over his head. He dropped the garment to
the floor, and lay back again, his hand moving over his soft tummy, and
back up his slim chest. He extended his hand, and slipped his fingers into
his mouth, then, moved to his tiny nipples, and teased them into stiffness
with his slick, wet fingers.

   I sat back, and watched, my cock throbbing, as my eyes drifted over his
naked torso. So smooth, and hairless, not a single blemish visible on his
creamy skin. He lifted his left arm, and placed his hand behind his head,
as his right hand continued to move back and forth between the now stiff
little nipples, and down, to caress the soft tummy. My eyes locked onto his
exposed underarm, so creamy, and totally hair-free. Again, I resisted the
urge to lean over, and lick him there, to inhale the soft boy scents, as my
tongue experienced the wonders of his baby soft skin. "I can tell that you
are enjoying the sensations of your fingers on your skin that way, Jared,
and that's great, just great!" I told him, and he nodded his head slightly,
and said, "For sure, yea, its awesome....only...." he trailed
off. "Only... what, Jared?" I pressed him, and he sighed again, and
muttered, "Nothing..."

   Some minutes passed quietly, and he continued moving his hand over his
satin smooth skin, fingers teasing his nipples, and circling his tiny
navel, his eyes blissfully closed, as he appeared lost in his own world,
and memories. Watching his closed eyes carefully, I let my hand close
briefly around the rock hard shaft of my cock, and stroke it. God, this boy
was turning me on beyond belief, as I sat here watching him gently fondle
his sweet young body. My breath caught in my throat, and a small noise
escaped, as his hand crept slowly down his torso, and his fingers moved
side to side over his tummy, just at the elastic waist band of his now
seriously tented shorts. I gasped softly again, and he extended his slim
fingers beneath the elastic, and moved down, inside of his shorts.

   I sat stone still, terrified of somehow breaking the spell of the
moment, worried that the slightest distraction would cause him to stop. His
lithe body shuddered slightly, and a small sound escaped his parted lips,
as his hand reached further still under the elastic. I realized that I had
been holding my breath as I watched him, and released it, gulping in a
fresh supply. I became suddenly aware of my rapid heartbeat echoing inside
my ears, and of a line of sweat coating my upper lip. He shifted slightly
on the couch, and opened his smooth legs wider, as his hand fully
disappeared into his shorts, the elastic waist band now pressed against his
slim wrist. The crotch of his shorts poked out obscenely, as his hand had
obviously closed around his boyish erection, and my eyes were glued to the
slight up and down motion that was occurring inside the shorts. I decided
to risk shattering the moment, and softly said, "I can see that you really
enjoy that part, Jared, and that's very good...is that something that you
enjoyed with Jim, as well?" He lifted his small butt slightly off the
couch, thrusting his hip a bit, as the lump of his hand rearranged itself
within the shorts, and he uttered, "Oh yea....for sure...only....<sigh>"
Throwing all caution out the window, I pressed, "What, Son....yes,
only....what?" He sighed loudly again, and once more muttered,
"Nothing...."

   Jared continued to quietly fondle his cock inside his gathered shorts,
and I was all but biting through my tongue to keep from reaching out, and
running my hands over his so tempting smooth torso, to add to the self
pleasuring that he was giving himself. I desperately wanted to touch him,
this incredibly sexy young boy, to feel the silky texture of his tender
skin, and to lick him, to suck his tiny, tight nipples, and swab my tongue
inside his wrinkled little navel. He grunted softly, and his hand delved
deeper still under the taut elastic. He emitted a small, soft moan, and I
had a digitally clear mental image of his small fingers stroking his
hair-free scrotum, and poking at the grape sized balls within. He groaned
softly again, and squirmed his slim body, rolling one smooth leg sideways,
in an effort to gain more slack in the stretched material of his shorts.
Once more letting my need outweigh my caution, I said, softly,
"Jared...Son...its ok if you want to get out of those shorts."

   His only response was a small moan, followed by a rapid lifting of that
cute little butt, as he quickly moved both his hands to his waist, and
jerked the shorts down his legs, and off. It happened so quickly that I had
to blink several times to be sure it wasn't just my own mental wishful
thinking. He kicked his leg, and the shorts puddled on the carpet next to
his earlier discarded shirt, then, dropped back onto the couch, his two
hands moving as one unit to his briefs clad crotch. I stared, incredulous,
as he cupped his swollen package in his hands, one tightly closed around
his rampant erection, while the other tightly cupped his snug balls. The
briefs he wore where snow white, and tiny, cut high on his thighs, and
clinging, much like a small bikini. He thrust his slim hips, driving his
erect cock in and out of his clutching hand in short little humps, and a
series of groans escaped his parted lips.

   Suddenly feeling emboldened, I reached out, and gently laid my hand on
his firm, smooth, thigh, just above the knee. He jumped slightly at the
contact, and I squeezed his supple flesh gently, saying softly, "Easy,
Jared, relax, just go with your feelings, Son....everything is fine." He
shuddered, and his eyes opened slightly, as he flicked them between my own,
and my hand, where it gently stroked his soft inner thigh, then, closed
again, as he sighed heavily, and mumbled, "Oh man....oh wow....touch me,
Dr. Rob....please....just....like....Jim....!" It briefly occurred to me
that his situational awareness was much too focused for his supposed
hypnotic state, and for one second I wondered if the whole event had been
worthy of his receiving an Oscar nomination. As quickly as the thought
passed through my overloaded mind, I dismissed it, the sum of my senses now
totally and completely centered on the extremely sexy little body before
me.

    I moved my fingers up and down his inner thigh, reveling in the
incredible softness, and smoothness, of his tender young skin, and leaned
closer to him, my other hand settling onto his smooth chest. I ran my
fingers over his skin, small jolts of electric current flowing into my
fingers, and gently pinched both of his very stiff little nipples. He
groaned, and thrust his small chest upward, as he dropped both his hands to
his sides. I slid my fingers between his nipples, and slid the other hand
higher on his thigh, letting my fingers graze lightly over his snugly
packaged balls. He groaned again, and lifted one slim arm, dropping it
across his eyes, as he sighed deeply, and mumbled, "Umm....oh,
man....please.....just....please...!" I opened my lower hand, and cupped it
completely around his firm ball sac, gently squeezing, as he gasped softly,
and repeated, "Ohhh.....yes.....please....!"

   I fondled his firm balls a bit, then slid my hand higher, and closed my
fingers around his turgid shaft, gauging its girth, and rock hard
firmness. I stroked it, feeling the outer skin gliding smoothly over the
granite hard stalk beneath, and said, my voice ragged, and staccato, with
my shallow, rapid breathes, "Oh Jesus, Jared.....oh, God....your so
incredible...beautiful...so hard....and...hot...!"  I rubbed him a few
times, my mind reeling with the feel of him, his unbelievable hardness, and
the sheer heat emanating into my hand through the thin briefs. He humped
his slim hips back and forth, pressing his aching hardness against my
groping hand, as he continued to make small moaning noises, then, "Damn,
Dr. Rob....oh man....just like Jim....oh wow...!"

   I was sure my hammering heart was going to just explode inside my chest,
as I ran my hands over the incredible boy skin, my face close enough now
that I was dizzy, and light headed, my senses overloaded with his textures,
and the overwhelming boy scent of him. Unable to resist any longer, I
dipped my head, and swabbed the flat of my tongue across his soft tummy,
reveling in the flavors of his buttery skin. He groaned again, and thrust
his slim hips upward, pressing the rock hardness of his cock against my
hand, and I quickly gripped the waist of his tiny brief, and dragged it
down his coltish legs, and added it to the puddle of his clothing on the
carpet.

   I felt my eyes go wide, and I gulped, my mouth rapidly flooding with
saliva, as my gaze settled on his beautiful boyhood. Hard as a nail, it
stretched upward, resting against his sparsely haired groin. I estimated
his length at a good four inches, and it was roughly as thick as my
thumb. The shaft was smooth as glass, with a fairly prominent tube spanning
the length of the underside of it. He was circumcised, so that the helmet
shaped head flared slightly wider than the shaft, and the whole mouth
watering instrument nearly glowed with a healthy pink tone. I watched, and
uttered an audible groan, as it pulsed against his groin, in sync with his
rapid heart beat. His pubes were no more than a small patch of silky hairs
that had begun to sprout at the top of his proud cock, and his ball sac
appeared to be hair free. His balls themselves were fairly well developed,
and hung slightly loose, below the root of his boy meat, and I swallowed
again, as I watched the twin orbs, sway slightly as he opened his legs
wider. I felt my own cock lurch strongly in my pants, then, felt the
dampness at my crotch, as my precum oozed steadily into my boxers.

   A few silent moments passed, the only sound the steady beat of the
music, mixed with our ragged breathing, and the occasional soft moan. I
shuddered strongly once again, and tentatively returned my shaking hands to
his creamy smooth body, once again stroking his torso, as my other hand
slid up the inside of his thigh until my fingertips lightly brushed against
his snug scrotum. His stalk jumped as I contacted his balls, and once more
gently tweaked his small nipples, and he opened his eyes, looking down over
his lithe body, to watch me lightly finger his balls. He inhaled, and
sighed deeply, then croaked, "Ohhh....man, Dr. Rob.....you just
gotta.....please....touch me.....please....touch me....there...!"

   I was shaking like a ninth grade virgin, my heart literally pounding in
my ears, and I'm not sure I could have not touched him, even if he had been
saying stop, instead of please. Almost of its own accord, my hand opened,
and captured his snug ball sac, the fingers squeezing gently, then,
separating, to locate, and prod each small orb, moving them within the
confines of the wrinkled bag, as he uttered a low growl. I ran the palm of
my other hand over the smoothness of his chest again, and downward,
dragging my fingers lightly over his soft tummy, as I continued to gently
pummel his sperm makers with the other hand. I dragged my fingers through
his few silky pubes, then wrapped my fingers around his pulsing stalk, and
slid my thumb around the smooth cock head several times. He tensed, and
grunted, and I groaned out loud, as I watched a small teardrop of his
glistening precum ooz from the small, tight slit. Capturing the slick
essence with the flat of my thumb, I quickly spread it over the spongy head
of his cock, eliciting yet another groan from the boy.

   I dropped to my knees on the thick carpet, and positioned the upper half
of my body over him, and bent my head, to swipe my tongue over his inner
thigh. I licked his perfect young skin, lapping my way upward, until my
tongue washed over his snug sac, back and forth, the tip probing each
little nugget as I went. I opened my mouth, and sucked one ball inside,
tugging gently, then moved, to repeat the action on the second orb, before
finally capturing the entire basket in my hungry mouth. I sucked his balls,
coating the pink sac with my flowing saliva, and reveled in feeling his
fingers laced into my hair. Spitting out his firm balls, I licked the
underside of his pulsing cock, moving to the rounded head, and swabbing
over it repeatedly. He was panting now, and murmuring a series of small
noises deep in his throat, and I gripped the base of his throbbing boyhood
in my fingers. I moved the smooth skin up and down, and again licked
repeatedly over the slick head, my taste buds exploding, as I sampled the
nutty flavor of his free-flowing juices.

   Lost completely to my unbridled lust for the boy, I slid the entire
length of his turgid meat into my mouth, taking him until the smooth head
bumped the back of my throat, and my nose was rubbing his silky pubic
hairs. His hips bucked, and his sweet little ass came off the cushion, as
he flexed, and humped himself into my throat. I withdrew slightly, and
moved my head, finding a rhythm, and sucking the delicious boy meat, as my
overflowing saliva drooled out around the rock hard shaft, and down over
his balls. I took his sweet meat repeatedly, base to tip, and back again,
over and over, as he wailed softly, and beat his fists on the couch
cushion. I drooled again, then, slipped a finger behind his swaying balls,
wetting it, and quickly pressing it against his tiny rosebud. He squealed
briefly, then, relaxed his tight resistance, allowing my spit-slick finger
to advance full length into his clinging tunnel.

   I continued to swallow his throbbing young cock, and my invading finger
located his small, rock hard prostate, and plundered it, as I dragged my
finger repeatedly across its firm little center. I matched my fingering of
his gland to the rhythm my drooling mouth was administering to his spasming
boy tool, until he lurched strongly beneath me, and released a long, deep
wail inside his heaving chest. I felt his shaft swell thicker, and jump, in
my mouth, then, erupt, sending several rapid jets of his thin boy honey
over my tongue, and into my swallowing throat. I quickly stopped moving my
finger inside his warmth, and just added a steady pressure against his
small gland, and was rewarded with yet another spasm of his wilting
boyhood, as one final drizzle of his tasty nectar squirted over my tongue.
He went totally limp in an instant, his slim body heaving, as he sagged
onto the cushion of the couch, literally gasping for air. I released his
shrinking cock, and quickly rose up, my hands literally ripping open my
fly, and dragging my drooling erection out through the slit of my boxers. I
grasped it, and furiously pumped it up and down, no more than about four
quick pumps, and my molten load exploded, streaking the panting boy's slim
torso with long, thick, ropes of my discharge, clear to his small nipples.

   Panting like the proverbial steam engine, I milked the deflating shaft
of my cock, and drizzled the last few pearls of my cum onto his now soft
cock, and loose hanging ball sac. Arching slightly forward, I dipped the
head of my cock onto the long strings of my cum that coated his tummy, and
smeared the slightly sticky cream over his butter soft skin, relishing the
tingly feeling at the super-sensitive head of my shrinking cock. He watched
me, and giggled sweetly, a soft flush painting his peaches and cream
cheeks. I chuckled, and shook my head at the wonder of it all, before
stretching forward, to lie along side the boy, holding his lithe body close
to me.

   We lie quietly a while, each recovering his normal heart rate, and
breathing, and finally, I managed to stand, and walk into my office
bathroom. I returned with a wet cloth, and towels, and proceeded to clean
our well slimed bodies, then, dry with the towel. Through all of this,
Jared kept silent, his bright eyes watching my movements, as he shifted his
slim body to accommodate my efforts. Finished, I restored my tattered
clothing, and helped him back into his shorts, and shirt. With a smile, and
a small wink, I opened the drawer of the table in front of the couch, and
dropped the small white briefs inside, then closed it, proudly stashing a
tiny reminder of the day.

   I again fingered the series of buttons imbedded into the table, stopping
the rotating glass ball that hung from the ceiling, and ending the steady
beat of the music, shifting it back to the soft mood music. I helped Jared
into a sitting position, and faced him, looking deeply into his eyes, and
said, "When I count three, Jared, you will waken, very rested, and
refreshed. You will not remember anything that we talked about, or did,
over this past two hours, and you will harbor no further ill feelings
regarding the interlude with a man named Jim Richards. You will, in fact,
have no memory of a man by that name, or of ever having known him." I
paused, letting the hypnotic suggestion percolate, then, asked, "Do you
understand what I've just told you, Jared?" He blinked several times, then,
nodded, his sweet face curling into a heart-stopping smile, and squeaked,
"Yes sir, Dr. Rob, I understand." I nodded, then, held up my hand,
unfurling my fingers one at a time, as I intoned, "One....two....three!" He
blinked several more times, then focused on me, and grinned. I returned his
sweet smile, and asked, "Feeling ok, Jared?" He blinked rapidly a few more
times, and answered, "Sure...really ok, actually." I reached out my hand,
and ruffled his silky soft hair, and nodded, saying, "Good boy, Jared, now,
can you tell me what we have been discussing since you came in here?" His
expression went blank for a moment, then, brightened again, and he
responded, "Just....that weird music...and...that I didn't like it
much...right?" I smiled, once again ruffling his soft hair, and said,
"Exactly right, Jared, exactly right, which is why I changed it to this
music, that you prefer." He smiled happily, clearly oblivious to what had
transpired over the past couple of hours.

   I stood, and walked over to my desk, and picked up the phone. Looking at
Jared, I said, "I'm going to have your Mother sent in now, I'm sure she
thinks that I've decided to keep you forever by now." He smiled happily,
giggling sweetly. I told my secretary to have Jared's Mother come in, and
in a moment, the office door opened, and she walked in, crossing to the
sofa, and sitting beside the smiling and relaxed Jared. She kissed his
creamy cheek, and, with a concerned look, asked how he was feeling, to
which the boy responded, "Awesome, great, way better than before." His
Mother was delighted, and looked toward me with a huge smile, then stood,
and walked to my desk. She impulsively hugged me suddenly, and said, "He's
more content and relaxed now than he has been since...well...you know....I
will never be able to thank you enough, Dr."  I smiled, meekly accepting
her praise, and assured her that success was it's own reward. Jared stood,
and joined his Mother in saying thanks, and the two of them exited the
office. I watched them walk across the outer office toward the door, when
suddenly Jared stopped, said something to his Mother, then, turned, and
quickly returned to my desk. He hurried up to me, and wrapped his slim arms
around me in a solid hug, and tilted his head up, to say against my ear,
"Your awesome, Dr. Rob....and....you touch me way better than Jim ever
did!" With that, he was gone, quickly rejoining his Mother, as they
departed the outer office. I remained standing rock still at my desk,
realization slowly dawning over me, that young Jared had, in fact, been no
more under hypnosis than had I, and, he truly was worthy of that Oscar
nomination, after all.

The End
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