Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 21:35:05 -0700 (PDT) From: alex1983la-bottom@yahoo.com Subject: The Party Hypnotist (MM/Authoritarian) Author's rights: All rights to this work, or any parts of it, belong to the author. No use other than what is specified on Nifty is permitted without express permission. Disclaimer: the following is an original story contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography please ensure you do not proceed. The Party Hypnotist By: alex1983la-bottom@yahoo.com I go to a party at a couple's home one evening, where there are about 12-15 men, all gay. I'm a fairly easy-going guy in my 20's, 5'10", brown hair and blue eyes. I have a trim body, 31" waist, and like to keep in shape. My hosts are around 40, and the other guests are all older than me, in their 30's, 40's and 50's. I'm pleased, because I find older men more attractive than guys my own age. Perhaps because they are more comfortable with their own personalities and lives. I find self-confidence very attractive in a man, and often like taking a submissive role in sex. At the party I know only the couple that invited me, Lucas and Tony. I spend my time chatting up the guys, learning their names, and keeping track of which ones are couples or dating and which are single, like me. As the party winds on, a few people start asking Bill, one of the single guests, to do some hypnosis. Apparently he has done this at earlier parties and it was much fun. Bill is about 5'8", slim with dark hair and eyes. He seemed nice to me, but I didn't feel any connection when we talked earlier. Bill has us all sit down I comfortable positions, some on the carpet. I'm at one end of couch. For those of us who have not seen it before, he explains how hypnosis works and what he does. I find myself listening intently to Bill's voice. Before I realize it, I am one of the 4 or 5 who have volunteered to be subjects. He starts taking us under. I don't remember exactly what he was saying. I must have fallen asleep pretty fast. When I wake up most of the guys are in the same place, but I see some of the non-hypnotized guys have moved around, stood up, or refreshed their drinks. Bill starts talking with one of the subjects, and apparently has made him to forget the number 6. The subject counts the fingers on his hand (skipping 6) and when he gets to 10 has one finger left. We chuckle at his confusion and attempts to resolve it, until Bill says a word that lets him remember the number 6 and realize what happened. Bill looks around the room and asks us if we are having a good time. Many call out "Yes!" He looks directly at me and asks if I am enjoying myself. I say, "Yes", too. The trick seemed a bit clich‚, but was amusing. Bill starts talking to the next subject, who is sitting in a large comfortable chair across the room from me, and who seems to be looking over frequently at one of the standing men, whom I remember as Ben. As the conversation continues, Ben moves closer, eventually sitting on the arm of the subject's chair. I whisper to the guy next to me on the couch 'what's going on?" and he whispers back that the guy was hypnotized to think Ben is his favorite actor, Tom Cruise. I smile. I chatted with Ben earlier. I found he had a quick wit and was hear with his partner, Fernando. While I found myself somewhat attracted to Ben, he couldn't look less like Tom Cruise. Ben is in his mid or late 50's, balding, with a beard, a big nose, and a beer-belly stomach. Eventually Ben starts staring intently at the subject, who keeps glancing back up. Ben slowly leans in, looks intently at the subject's lips. The subject can't help but stare at Ben, who eventually kisses him. Immediately after the kiss, the subject yells out "Oh, my God! Ben!" Everyone laughs, because the hypnotic spell was apparently set to be broken by a kiss from "Tom Cruise." Again, Bill asks us if we are having a good time, and then looks directly at me and asks if I am enjoying myself. Again I say, "Yes". The pattern continues with the remaining subjects until I am the only subject left. The tricks seem pretty tame, so I'm not too worried about what suggestion I was given. I'm feeling very relaxed. The guys in the room seem to be enjoying this show quite a bit. I guess they're easily entertained. Several of them have been smiling throughout, often smiling and nodding in my direction, and I am polite to smile and nod back to them. Some have been using their cell phones to take pictures of the demo and of the various guys at the party. Many guys seem to want a picture of those of us sitting on the couch. I'm a bit flattered because a couple of times on of the guys would come crouch next to me or behind me to get his picture with me. Bill comes over to me and sits down on the floor in front of me. The other guys gather around. He again asks if I am enjoying myself. I say, "Sure, this is fun" which gets some chuckles from the other guys in the room. Boy, these guys sure are easily entertained. Bill then says, "We can all see that you are enjoying yourself." I smile, but don't really understand. He then says "Look down." I look down and am shocked to see that my pants are wide open, my underwear pushed down in front below my balls, and I am jerking on my cock, which is very hard! I had no idea I was doing this! I must have been doing it the whole time he was working with the other subjects! This is too much for me. I am quite embarrassed. I decide to stop and leave right away, but I suddenly realize I can't stop my hand! I think I will close my pants, but my hands won't work. I decide to grab a sofa cushion with my free hand and cover up, but that won't work either! I can't even get my legs moving enough to turn away from the guys, let alone get up and leave the room. My hand just keeps jerking and jerking. "What did you do?" I exclaim. This gets some big laughs and a little applause. Bill asks me to explain. I say that I can't stop jerking my cock. He asks me why I would want to stop, if I'm enjoying myself? I'm getting more and more embarrassed because everyone is looking at me as I continue to jerk my cock. I can already feel my face warming up as a blush starts. Some guys start to take close pictures of my cock. Oh No! I realize why there were so many guys taking pictures earlier. My face now feels very hot, and I hear a comment "Look how red he is!" "Please let me stop!" Bill then says that I can easily stop. I just need to remember how. With the word "remember", all of his instructions come back to me. But they're even more terrifying. "I can't stop until I cum!" I say. "That's right," Bill says. "And I can't cum until you give me permission!" "Correct again" says Bill. "Please, I want to stop!" I'm getting very upset. I remember more of the instructions. He told me that when I realized I was jerking my cock, I would feel very horny and very embarrassed. And he was right on both counts. Wow, I really need to orgasm, I think to myself. But I'm horrified of doing it in front of all these guys. Bill remains calm. He says, "You just told me how you could stop." I know an orgasm will be even more embarrassing than jerking off, and it looks like many of the guys have their cells ready to catch the "money shot". I try again to remove my hand from my cock and to cover my crotch with the cushion. My muscles are staining, but without success. I decide that I had better just get this over with quickly, so I say, "Okay, let me cum". Bill smiles. He says I need to ask politely. I almost screen "Please let me cum!" He says to speak more softly and with more respect. I think for a moment, and then say in a moderate voice, "Sir, please let me cum, Sir". Bill smiles even more broadly. "That's better," he says. "So I can cum now?" I ask. He replies "If I'm going to let you cum, I think you should do the same for me." I don't understand. Then I see him rubbing his crotch. "What do you mean?" I say. "You didn't speak respectfully" is all I hear. "What do you mean, SIR?" "You have a very pretty face and mouth. Would you be willing to give me a blowjob?" I can't believe what he just said. There are a couple of gasps from the guys standing around, so perhaps this was not part of his usual routine. I can't believe he would blackmail me for a blowjob. "What if I say 'No'?" I ask, hoping he was just kidding. Bill stands up and turns away as he says, "Then we'll just continue the party." "Wait!" I say, but he starts to walk away. I quickly say, "Sir, please wait!" With this, Bill turns back toward me and takes a step closer, looking at me questioningly. Gosh, I really want this orgasm. I don't think I've ever felt this horny. So I make a quick decision. Was it the right one? "Sir, please let's go into one of the bedrooms. I'll give you a very good blow job, Sir." Bill smiles again. I'm getting tired of that smile. I know inside he's laughing at me. "Wonderful. I'm glad to see you being so respectful, and making such a good decision. Just follow me." And he starts to turn again and walk away, looking back at me. Suddenly, I realize that I still can't move my legs. "Sir, I need help to get to the bedroom, please". He turns back to me and says, "You'll get no help from me." I panic some more. "Guy's, won't you help me?" I say to the crowd. "No Way!" "Not on your life" and similar answers come from the men. My hand is continuing to jerk. My cock is feeling somewhat raw now. How long have I been jerking it? I really need to stop, and I'm still horny as hell. "Okay, Sir, I'll give it to you here." This gets a few catcalls and another round of applause from the men watching. Bill approaches. He stands in front of me with his legs straddling mine, the front of his legs touching the couch and leans forward. He unbuckles his belt and the top button and says, "Unzip me." I realize my hands won't move. There' s only one way. I am able to lean forward a bit, and Bill leans forward, putting his hands on the back of the couch on either side of me. I reach out with my mouth and grab the zipper in my teeth. I get it started, but my teeth slip off. It takes a few more tries to get the zipper all the way down. I can see Bill has a big hard on showing under his shorts. I try to grab the top of his shorts to pull them down, but can't seem to get a grip. Bill seems to take pity on my efforts, or perhaps he's just horny himself. He pushes his pants and shorts down just below his balls. His cock flips outs, pointing upwards. It's not quite a big as I first estimated, maybe 6 « inches. I've sucked larger ones, but prefer to suck this size, as it is easier to get the whole thing in my mouth. "Tell me what you want," Bill says. "I want to suck your cock, Sir," I answer. "I hear the respect, but not the desire." I really want to get this over with. So I yell out "Please sir. Let me suck your cock! I really want to suck your beautiful cock, Sir. Please put your cock in my mouth, Sir." His big, condescending smile comes back, and he says, "Here goes". Into my mouth comes the cock. I am licking and sucking as hard as I can. I really need to orgasm, and the faster I can get him to orgasm, the sooner I can get this over with. I pay no attention to the clicks of cell phones around me, but I hear one guy that seems to be on the phone with a friend, telling him to get a load of this picture. I can't believe it. These pictures are probably going to show up on the Internet soon. After a bit Bill pulls out of my mouth. I wonder if he going to orgasm that quickly. He slaps my face back and forth with his cock, and then holds it in front of my mouth. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He pulls back just a bit so that I can barely touch it with my tongue. I realize how pathetic I look, jerking my own cock and desperately reaching for his cock with my tongue. I look up and see Bill staring down at me with that same smile. At that point I realize I've actual done this many times before, sucking a guy off while jerking on my own cock. Usually I've been on my knees or lying back on a bed with the man's knees on either side my head, rather than sitting up as I am now. And certainly never with an audience. I now recognize that many of those guys had that same condescending smile on their faces, and those experiences were the more intense ones, the ones I liked to remember and jerk off to later. Perhaps Bill was more my type than I realized. The horniness that I still feel makes this sex with him (if you could call it that) bearable, perhaps even desirable. Perhaps if we had met at another time or gone on a date, I would have ended up in the same position. While I hate that smile of his, I realize it is also very attractive to me. Is that possible? Bill interrupts my thoughts, pressing his cock into my mouth once more and I immediately start sucking on it. I again concentrate on getting this to as quick a conclusion as possible. After a couple more minutes I hear him start moaning. I continue sucking hard, ready to take his jism down my throat. But as I feel his cock start to spasm, he suddenly starts to withdraw. Oh, No! I want to tell him 'Don't do that, or things will get very messy!' but my mouth is to busy to speak. He pulls out of my mouth just as the first volley of cum explodes. I keep my mouth open and catch nearly all of it, but the subsequent spray go all over my face. I have to shut my eyes quickly, and I feel some get my eyelids and eyebrows. I feel cum falling on my forehead, then some on my face and neck. His orgasm probably lasts only 5-10 seconds, but the volume is pretty big. His moaning subsides and I feel him straighten up and back away from the sofa. I slowly open my eyes, and luckily the cum on my eyelids is already starting to get sticky and doesn't drip down into my eyes. I see raise his shorts and pants, refasten them, and start to turn away. 'Wait a minute!' I think. I'm still jerking myself off, and am still as horny as hell. I call out, remembering to be respectful, "Sir, please let me cum!" He turns and smiles again. This time, his smile is not condescending, but more of a chuckle. I think he has forgotten about my predicament. "Go ahead," he calls out. That's all it takes for me to start shooting big wads to come. The first shot goes the farthest, almost to my neck. Then two shots travel only to my stomach, which was showing as my shirt had ridden up my torso. With that I hear yet another round of applause (the last for the evening). My hand finally stops moving up and down my cock and I am able to pull it away. I'm exhausted. I see Lucas, one of my hosts running to me with a towel. I don't know if he's sympathetic to me, or just wants to keep the cum off his furniture. I wipe the cum from my hand, crotch, stomach, neck and face. I'm about to give the towel back to my host when someone calls out "There's some in your hair, too." Gosh, Bill really shot a lot! As I head to the bathroom to do a little more cleanup, I notice quite a few big bulges among the guys, and a couple of them have wet-looking spots on their pants. As I reach the bathroom to go in, Bill is just coming out. "Se you again soon," he says cheerfully. I'm quite shocked, as this is the last thing I would want, so I just say "So long" as I head into the bathroom. When I emerge, Bill and some of the guests are already leaving. I wonder if they're going home to jerk off thinking about tonight's events, and realize I will probably be jerking off to it for years to come. As I leave, I get a kiss from my hosts and kisses or slaps on my back from the other guests thanking me for making the party so memorable, and hoping I have no hard feelings. I try to put up a good show, and say it was all in fun, but inside I am still feeling the shame. As I go home, I'm relieved that it is all finally over. Postscript: Bill called my hosts later that night saying he wanted to call me and make sure I was okay. They told him it probably wasn't necessary but gave him my phone number anyway. It turns out that while trying to get me into a deep hypnotic sleep, Bill used some induction exercises that were still embedded in my subconscious, including a trigger word that he could use over the phone. But that's another story.