Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2018 11:53:34 -0500 (EST) From: Freddy E. Subject: Hypnotized at Thirteen chapters 9-10 Hypnotized at Thirteen, Chapters 9-10 Story by Cresive As Usual, please support the Nifty Archive Site!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------- I went down to the garage to help my dad. Of course, he was well into the task at hand and a little annoyed that I had slept late. Putting me to straightening up the yard tools, he went into the house for some coffee. I could hear my parents laughing and could guess that my mom was telling my dad of my wake-up experience. Neither parent was hiding their amusement at the story and I was getting more and more irritated by having to listen to them having a laugh at my expense. Fortunately, I put my anger into getting my job done and I was finished before my dad returned. That was a good thing because the look on my dad's face made my entire body blush with embarrassment. He chuckled and told me to start on another project as he began to organize the tools on the workbench. He just kept laughing and shaking his head which caused me to stew even more. Again, I was able to apply my anger to the job at hand and finished long before either of us expected. Not having another project to tackle I was released from my indentured servitude. I ran to my bike and peddled down the road to get away from my dad's mockery. I was so mad, embarrassed and confused, that before I knew it, I had peddled across town. Our town wasn't that big, so it didn't take too long. Fortunately, my anxiety and humiliation were quenched from the hard ride. It was early afternoon and I didn't have any plans. I rode around a bit to take in my town and the nice weather. I also realized that I was thirsty from working all morning and cycling so hard. Realizing that I hadn't any money with me, I just rode to see if I could find a public water fountain. I found one, but the water was so hot that it didn't quench my thirst so I washed my mouth with some water and continued on. I was really hot and thirsty, so I decided to ride to someone's house that I knew. Unfortunately, I was on the other side of town, and the only person I knew was Mr. Allen. Figuring that I was still welcomed there, I headed his way. When I arrived, I stowed my bike and knocked on the door. A young man, barely older than I, answered and ushered me into the house. I tried to explain that I just wanted some ice-water, but the man shepherded to Mr. Allen's office. I was ushered there so fast, that I didn't even look around the house as I entered. I am sure there was a group at the pool, but I never saw them. While I sat in the room, I had a multitude of feelings wash over me. I was getting horny from remembering my dreams about this place. I laughed as this was the longest I had remained dressed in this office. I was also sporting a very stiff hard-on from recollecting my previous dream. Before I could get lost in my dream, Mr. Allen entered the office and looked a bit startled to see me. He recovered and told me he was expecting another hypnosis patient. In a bit of a hurry, he asked what I needed and I explained that I just needed some water. I told him about having a wet dream, my parents laughing at my expense and leaving the house in such a huff that I rode until I couldn't peddle any more. Mr. Allen gave a quick laugh himself, before empathizing with me and my plight. He asked how my hypnosis was working and did I want another session. I said that I may, but I needed to wait to raise the payment. At this point, Mr. Allen became very serious. He said that I could do some errands for him and that he could pay me with free sessions if I wanted. seeing no down side to this, I agreed and he said that I should go to the kitchen and get some water or a soda so that he could collect some papers that he needed me to deliver. I walked directly to the kitchen where the young man who answered the door was working. Seeing me, he looked puzzled until I said I wanted a drink. He immediately fixed me a soda with ice and watched as I drank it. I was so parched that I downed the entire glass and couldn't help but to let out a belch as I put down the glass. The other boy refilled my glass and I sipped on the drink until Mr. Allen entered the room. He handed me a few manila envelops and even had a cloth messenger back for me to wear while I rode to deliver the envelops. I was excited to be earning some additional sessions as they couldn't do anything but help. The first delivery was to a sandwich shop which was easily accomplished. The second delivery was to the post office and the third was to city hall. I was told to hand-deliver this package to the mayor-and to not leave it with an assistant. After many minutes of fighting and wrangling, I was in the mayor's office about to hand him the envelop. When the mayor looked up, he hesitated, then a look of recognition crossed his face. I don't remember meeting the mayor-except in my dreams-so I didn't expect him to look at me as he did. He told me to close his office door and wait for his reply as he opened his envelop. I closed the door and sat down on a settee he had in his office. I remember the heat of the day catching up to me and asking if I could take off my shirt to cool off in the AC. For some reason, I remember taking off my shoes as well and reveled in the way the carpeting felt on my naked toes. Before long, the mayor had penned a reply and I was told to immediately return to Mr. Allen with it. I put on my shoes, exited and peddled my bike to Mr. Allen's house. My ass was killing me, but I figured that I had been on my bike all day and was sore from cycling. I returned to Mr. Allen's house and the young man let me in. I was escorted to Mr. Allen's study-not where he sees patients, but a library or sorts. Mr. Allen took the mayor's reply and looked at me and asked how I felt. I told him I was a bit sore from so much cycling and Mr. Allen gave me a bothered look. He told me to strip so he could make sure I hadn't rubbed something raw that could get infected if I continued to ride home. I was half naked before I realized the other young man was still in the room. Mr. Allen introduced him as his student and not to worry about him. Even though the last thing I wanted was to be naked in front of the young man, I followed orders. Once I was totally naked, I walked over to Mr. Allen who proceeded to give me a once over. He even had me turn around and spread my legs so he could see my bottom without any hindrance. I noticed the young man also had an unfettered view of my body, and my rosebud as I bent over. Even though this caused me great indignity, I complied and remained bent over until Mr. Allen told me to straighten up. I just stood there, naked, awaiting further instructions. I didn't even try to cover myself as the young man continued his ogling of my naked body. After a long while, Mr. Allen told me to get dressed, go directly home and to report to him tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I was a bit confused, but figured I would be told what was going on tomorrow. I did notice that it was very late when I rode home. My parents were a bit miffed at my being away all day, but I told them that Mr. Allen paid me to run some errands for him. Being a small town, my parents were happy that I had found gainful employment and was not getting into trouble. My dad did say he wanted to talk to me, but I said I was beat from all the riding I did. My mom mentioned that she noticed I was walking a bit stiffly and told me to take a warm bath before bed. Thinking that was a good idea, I followed her instructions. The hot bath felt great on my sore legs, and tush. I dried off, and forced myself to put on underwear which for some reason I felt was unnecessary. Figuring the sudden desire to sleep nude was a maturation thing, I made a concerted effort to ignore the desire as I didn't want a repeat of this morning tomorrow. I yelled down my good-night and that I had some more deliveries in the morning, and went to bed. My head had barely hit the pillow when I started to dream about my day. The entire day stood out at different points in the night. I could feel my penis retract into my abdomen when I recalled being caught naked and covered in cum by my mom. I even woke up in a cold sweat from the agony of reliving the experience. I quickly fell back asleep, only this time, I was in the mayor's office. I was reliving the sensation of running my naked toes in the carpet when I realized that I was not only barefoot, but totally naked in his office. I looked up and he looked at me with a quizzical look on his face. Why had I stripped off ALL my clothes?! I looked around, but couldn't find any of my clothes and was unable to cover my naked body. The Mayor came over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me as he eyed my naked form. I may have described this man before, but I am sure I didn't do him justice. He was tall, but squarely-built. He had a certain charm about him that immediately put others at ease. In fact, his infectious smile even caused me to calm down a bit in my dream. Of course, I was totally naked in HIS OFFICE, so I could only calm down so much. The mayor reached out and caressed my body with such assurance it was like he had done it before. Feeling his strong hands on my body caused me to shiver from head to toe. The mayor laughed as he watched my toes curl when he rubbed my nipples. He was such a strong man, both physically and due to his position, that I just sat there and allowed him free access to my body. Tiring of caressing my chest and arms, he looked down and worked some of my pubic hair between his thumb and fingers. At the encouragement of his other hand, I leaned back, exposing more of my crotch to his view. He reached down and grabbed my penis and rolled it between his fingers as well. He then dropped it to the side so he could fondle my testicles. At this point, having such a powerful man fondling me had the expected effect. My cock sprung to life and saluted the mayor! This caused him to chuckle as he ran his fat thumb down the piss slit and massaged some of my pre-cum into my glans. I remained in the same position as the mayor stood up and removed his suit. Even at my young age, I could tell he was wearing expensive clothes. As he removed his starched shirt, I began to realize that I would be able to see him naked! When he was down to a wife-beater and jockey shorts, I paused to take in the scene. The Mayor was an exceedingly handsome man! He took care of his body and it showed. He had strong, well-developed legs that any man would envy. The only flaw on his legs was the tan line from the socks he wore when playing tennis. His feet were pale, but sturdy looking. As I looked up, I caught the jockey's slipping down his legs and watched as his sexy feet stepped out of the underwear. I immediately looked at his newly exposed crotch. His penis was pointing directly at me with his piss slit taking direct aim at my face. His glans was just emerging from his copious foreskin as if it was trying to say hello to me-was I the only person who was circumcised in this town?!. His cock head looked enormous as it waggled back and forth while the mayor removed his undershirt. Behind his glans, was a full bush of hair that was mostly black, but had gray hairs interspersed, especially to each side. He had huge balls, much like Mr. Martin's, but much hairier. I was starting to get a tingling feeling in my balls as I began to imagine what the mayor's penis would taste like. I didn't have to wait too long, because the mayor gave his penis a quick yank as he walked up to me and casually inserted his penis into my mouth. Even leaning back as I was, his phallus had full access to my mouth while he reached down and began to jerk my penis. His cock head WAS big. I could barely fit it into my mouth, but somehow accommodated it. I reached up to pull back his foreskin so that I could see the head up close. The mayor had one of those cock heads that was rounded and bright red when erect. I admired his phallus for a minute before inserting it into my mouth. Geez, the mayor even tasted good! By now there was a bit of precum for me to savor as his penis pushed past my tongue and onto my tonsils. His cockhead was well down my throat by the time his pubic hair was tickling my nose. I breathed in through my nose to take in his musky scent. Even though I was uncomfortable that I was naked in the mayor's office, I was really enjoying the treat I was receiving. My next image was of me on top of the mayor's desk and shaking my ass at him. I felt a strong hand settle my hips as his penis entered my rectum. Again, I was reminded of the enormous cock head as it pushed past my sphincter. I let out a gasp as the mayor entered my body, but tried to stifle it as I didn't want anyone to come into the office and catch me in flagrante delicto. Actually, I was more concerned with protecting the mayor and didn't want to be the cause of some scandal, so I kept as quiet as possible. That wasn't easy, as the mayor really went at my ass with a vengeance. I could barely keep up with the pace his penis was moving in and out of my ass. The high frequency actually made for greater enjoyment. I was being tickled by the fast pace, and I could tell the mayor was really enjoying himself. Just as I thought he couldn't go any faster, his body tensed and he thrust his penis deep into my rectum as he loaded me with his seed. Somehow, I felt like he was sharing some of the prestige of his office as he unloaded his semen into me. I even relished the fullness of his penis in my rectum as he stood and caught his breath. I was almost sad when I felt the large appendage exit my body. Not knowing what to do, I just remained where I was enjoying the coolness of the room air as it caressed my newly exposed anus. A hand slapped my right butt cheek and I was told to stand in front of the desk while the mayor penned a reply. Still naked, I moved to the position and waited while the mayor rode a note. By this time, he was fully dressed and looking official. He rang a buzzer on the right of his desk and a door opened behind the mayor. Alarmed, I jumped as another man walked into the room. Seeing my naked body standing in front of the desk shocked the man, but he regained his composure as he walked up to the mayor's desk. His muscle memory took him to the desk, as his eyes never left my body, and paid especially good attention to my still tumescent penis. The two men exchanged a laugh as each ogled my naked body. I was paralyzed and just remained stoic as the two men perused my naked form. Before I was allowed to get dressed, the other man fondled my penis and balls and almost jacked me off, but the mayor said no. Both men watched me as I redressed, took the envelop containing the mayor's reply and left the office. Once outside the office, I made a beeline to my bike. Even in my dream, I realized what had just happened. How could I ever look at these men, again?! Little did I know. You guessed it! I had another wet dream, but this time, I had my underwear on. I was up early, before my mom could come into my room, and already starting to shower and prepare for another day's work for Mr. Allen. I put on boxer briefs to help ward off chaffing as I did my bike delivery. I had on shorts, a nice golf shirt, new socks and tennis shoes. I wanted to look sharp, but I also wanted to be cool as I peddled around the town. When I arrived at Mr. Allen's house, there were several cars already there. I knocked on the door and the same young man answered and ushered me into the study. I almost screamed when the first gentleman I saw in the study was none other than the mayor, himself. He was armed with one of his ready smiles, but I was shaking to the core hopping my dream wasn't written across my face. I was so embarrassed that I had dreamed about the mayor fucking me and I was sure he could read it on my face. I almost backed out of the room, when Mr. Allen came up from behind and shoved me in. He was happy I was on time and ready to work. He also complimented my choice of uniform, although I wouldn't need it today. Not need it?! He winked at me and said something I didn't catch before he told me to assume my proper dress and posture. My body began reacting before my mind could wrap itself around what I was doing. Before I realized what was happening, I was standing naked, with my hands behind my head and my legs spread wide. This left my cock and balls dangling down as the men in the room walked around admiring my young body. Unlike my dreams, this was actually happening and I was unable to control my body. I am sure I was beet red from head to toe as these older, and fully clothed, men visually inspected me. The first man to fondle me was a rat-faced man, who was much shorter than the other men in the room. In fact, he wasn't much taller than I was at the time. He had a large, aquiline nose with black hairs hanging down from them. He also had very bushy eyebrows that could have used a trim. His nose was so big that it affected his smile and really did make him look rodent-like. I looked down as his hairy hands fondled my soft penis and balls. He made a point of squeezing my glans to open my piss slit before he moved to my backside. He touched me on the middle of my back and I immediately bent over at the waist so he could examine my rosebud. I felt his paws open my butt cheeks to allow him a clear view of my asshole and could even feel my anus pulling apart as my cheeks were spread wider and wider. I hated having this man inspecting me, but I still couldn't command my body to move or defend myself. I remember being repulsed when I felt his tongue lick up my asshole and even enter me. The man tongue-fucked me for many minutes while I stared at my toes and allowed him to do it. When he had finished, I stood straight again, but noticed that the rodent man was now naked and hugging my body as he walked around me. Unlike the men in my dreams, he was unattractive to say the least. His body was covered with disheveled hair that was too thick and too long when it reached his pelvic area. If his penis wasn't so large, I wouldn't have been able to find it in the overgrowth. However, his penis was sticking straight away from his body so it could be easily seen. He touched the middle of my back again and I bent back down. This time however, instead of seeing my toes, I saw his penis as it entered my mouth. My hands were on my knees steadying myself as I fellated the rodent man's penis. His penis was circumcised-I guess there was a least one more in town-and curved to the man's left when erect. Again, not being able to control myself, I began to fellate the man. By this time, I just wanted to end the ordeal, so I went with it and really gave the man a good blow job. I was quickly rewarded with foul smelling semen that I couldn't swallow fast enough. I almost wretched as the man came in my mouth, but I swallowed and tried to keep it to the back of my tongue. This was not to be, as the last couple of shots landed dead center of my mouth and right on my taste buds. Thankfully, the offending penis was removed as I remained bent over trying to rid myself of the taste of the rodent man. Just as I was getting inured to the taste, I sensed fingers entering my anus. Again, I was unable to move and defend my backside so I just stood there, bent at the waist. I couldn't even look up to see how many, or who, the men were circling my naked body. As the fingers exited my anus, I was straightened again, and another man walked up to me for a close-hand inspection. This man was much taller than the last, and much better looking. He was also much older-of course anyone over 40 looked ancient to me at that age. He gave each of my nipples a pert twist which caused me to jump. This caused my cock and balls to bounce which brought a nice round of laughter from the circling men. He then began fondling my penis and balls with his old hand. As he fondled me, he began to lick my earlobes which felt both sensual and galling at the same time. I guess the sensual won out, as my penis began to swell in his hand. He then began to masturbate my expanding penis, in-between running my balls between his fingers. The man walked out of my visual field and when he returned, he too was naked. He must have been an attractive man when he was younger, but age had taken its toll. He still looked okay, but his body wasn't as muscled as the others. His body hair was also sparser and longer than the others. He was also uncut, and his glans looked dulled by age. My back was touched again, and I bent down to take the old cock into my mouth. Copious amounts of precum leaked out from the piss slit as my mouth wrapped around it. Even though his penis was erect, it was no where as stiff as the other men. His pubic hair also didn't tickle as much even though he had plenty of musky aroma around his crotch. As my tongue was working its magic on the aged cock, another set of fingers entered my anus. These were soon followed by someone's cock. Now, I was naked and in the middle of a room while several mature men watched me being taken at both ends. The old cock in my mouth was really leaking precum by this point, so I was constantly swallowing. This worked to my benefit as the old cock began to spew spunk into my mouth as I continued to swallow. The old man's penis was unceremoniously removed and replaced by a younger, stiffer version of the same organ. I just remained where I was as cock after cock deposited its cream into my body. I have no idea how long I was in that room, but the final cock I took in my mouth was that of the young man whom I didn't want to see me naked. By this point, my lips were numb, and my ass was leaking cum down my inner thighs. My body just remained where it was as I continued to fellate the young man. The one thing I remember was how much harder his cock was than the older men who had used me. It felt like an iron pole covered in soft cloth as it went in and out of my mouth. My throat really felt the hard phallus as it pistoned past my tonsils. Fortunately, he didn't last very long and was soon shooting-as I mean shooting-cum down my throat. I guess the pump on a younger man is a bit more robust. When he had deposited his seed, he had me clean off his penis before straightening me up. He looked down and gave my cock a playful slap, which hurt. He laughed as my body jerked from his manipulation. He then ushered me to the bathroom where he washed my body. Again, his hand touched my back and I bent over allowing him access to my abused anus. He carefully, but thoroughly washed me and told me to sit on the toilet to clean out the cum from my rectum. He stood there and watched until I was finished, whereupon he repeated his cleaning of my inner thighs and anus. I hated having this guy, who was almost as young as I, washing my body. I was also trying to come to grips with what I had just allowed to happen. This wasn't a dream!! I had just allowed multiple older men to fuck me!! These men were business owners, civil servants, etc. I would certainly run into them as I lived in the town. I had already met the mayor!! Oh God!! Did the mayor actually fuck me?! I was escorted on wobbly legs back into the party. At this point, half the men had dressed, but many were still naked or had a towel wrapped around their waist-just like my dream!! I was taken to a bar and given a coke. I could barely swallow the liquid with my sore throat. As I tried to rehydrate myself, I felt multiple hands fondling my genitals or slapping my abused butt. Why hadn't I gotten dressed?! Why hadn't I jumped on my bike and ridden home?! Why was I here and allowing these men full access to my naked body?! Instead of doing what my mind screamed to do, I just walked around the pool area and allowed the men who had raped me to continue to enjoy my body. It seemed important to my body that everyone had the chance to fondle me, or at least ogle my naked form. I even let rat man run his nasty hands all over my body. He took a bit of joy over the fact that my penis sprang to attention when his hands were rubbing my body. Not wanting him to get the wrong idea, I was able to maneuver my body to another, less offensive person to continue the fondling of my body. After an unknown time, people began to dress and leave the gathering. I remained naked until the last person left. At this point, the young man walked up to me and explained what had happened. He didn't give me his name, but said that he was a rising senior at the high school I would be attending next Fall. I was to be his boy for the year. He took hold of and ran my penis around his hand as he explained what had happened to me. I was to take over his duties for the commerce group. The town leaders would meet twice a month and I was to be the entertainment on every other meeting. My brain had already been programmed with the dates and I would not be able to stop myself from attending. The meetings would go much like today, where the men would ogle and fondle my body before relieving their stress. The boy touched my back and I bent at the waist so he could examine my abused anus. He was much gentler than before as he made sure I was okay. This didn't stop him from inserting a finger or two up my ass. He had a chuckle when I jumped in response to the assault. He said I was a good selection to replace him. Not that I had a choice in the matter. He told me to get used to being naked as that would be my uniform. He had watched as I performed to commands from Mr. Allen, so I was fully indoctrinated already. He also said that after my tenure, I would graduate and receive a full scholarship to college, so I need to keep my studies up. These were powerful men and had contacts at many of the major universities in the country and if I behaved myself, they could really catapult my career when I was an adult. I was commanded to straighten up as the other boy was taking pictures for his collection. He had also filmed the entire escapade which he would use for wanking material. During the school year, he would also have me over to watch the film of me being molested so he could watch my reaction. He asked if I had any questions, and I was finally able to speak!! I coughed a few times and asked why this was happening. I was told that the powerful men of the town wanted an avenue for relief from their stressful jobs. I was to provide that relief. I was chosen due to my handsome looks, being athletic and because my I was one of the lucky boys who entered puberty late. Hopefully, the men wouldn't need to have my pubic hair shaved before my tenure was through. In return, I would be granted a college education. As his apprentice, I was to also obey him and serve him during his senior year. My duties to him would be minimal but needed to be met. Of course, I wouldn't have a choice in the matter. With that quick explanation, I was released and told to go home and rest. Even though I had a month before I was needed again, and school was some ways off, I needed to recharge and allow my abused body to heal. Nothing else in my personality would change. If I grew to become an alpha male who enjoyed as many girlfriends as I could gather, that would stay the same. The only difference between me and any other teenager would be my servitude to the town leaders. That, and my full ride to any college I could gain admission. Of course, I did manage to make it into a great university. Fortunate for me, it was also in my hometown, so I continued my adventures with both the town and school leaders...