Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2016 23:13:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Asd Vasd <adsvasd584@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Jockboy (MM, Auth, ds, hyp)

Hi, I'm Jim.  You probably care what I look like, so I'll get that out of
the way first.  I'm 27 but look much younger.  I'm in shape, but pretty
scrawny.  I have a runner's build, probably because I run 5ks a few times a
month.  But I don't have the muscle definition of your real jock types.
After my last relationship, I decided I wanted a dumb jock to bang.  I've
always had a thing for the big muscular types. So I decided to start going
to the gym to see if I could meet some people.

I was really enjoying the eye candy, and making some new friends.  A few of
the buff guys came over and started `mentoring' me and giving me advice on
how to get some bulk, and better definition.  It was cute, and fun having
them spot me.  But these guys were straight.  Even if I could convince them
to play around with me, they wouldn't let me fuck them, or do any of my
other favorite things with them.  But I kept coming in anyway, waiting for
an opportunity to arise.  And sure enough, one did.

His name was Michael.  He hit 30 a few months back, and had been freaking
out about it a little.  You see, he worked as a pharmaceutical sales rep.
They get hired for being attractive, and as they age they either get moved
up to management or get laid off.  Michael was not going to get moved up to
management.  He had the charisma for it, but not the brains.  Good
decisions, even common sense, were not really his strong suit.  He had just
enough self-awareness to realize this about himself though and was worried
his firm was going to fire him.

I didn't think he had to worry about getting fired any time soon, his looks
were nowhere close to fading.  He had piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw,
though his ears were slightly large on him.  He had a broad muscular chest
with a long tapered torso, and a great 6-pack.  His legs were thick and
strong with amazing calves.  And all of it was covered with a light blond
fuzz.  He had a dumb tattoo on either side of his body, a dragon on one
side, and fire on the other, to match his chinese zodiac he said.  It turns
out he was born in January though, and no one told him that the Chinese
year doesn't start January 1st.  I didn't have the heart to tell him he was
really a wood rabbit, partly because it would embarrass him, but mostly
because I didn't want to see him get a rabbit tattooed on his ass.

Michael had always been very kind and encouraging to me at the gym,
offering advice and support.  We even went out for drinks a few times.  He
paid, I calculated the tip.  I thought he was gay for a little while, but I
think he was just lonely or enjoyed how I complimented his body.  He would
call me and ask for my opinion on current events sometimes, getting an
explanation and taking notes so he could use my opinions to sound smarter
to the doctors on his route. I'm sure his doctors cared about his brains
just as much as I did.





He called me one night, wanting to talk.  He was having a rough time.  He
was worried about losing his looks still, and his girlfriend of two years
had just left him as well.  He was depressed and anxious, and having
trouble concentrating at work, and having trouble sticking to his diet and
workout.  He felt his life was spiraling out of control.  I did my best to
reassure him, but he was panicking (and probably a little bit drunk).  I
suggested he see a therapist for a while.

"I'm not crazy, Jim!  And I'm not talking to some stranger about my life!"
He yelled.

"I know you're not crazy.  Just try to stay calm, everything will work
out."

"You don't know that!  Everything is falling apart!"

"Look, you liked meditation when you tried it before, right?  It helped?"

I had suggested mediation to him a while back, loaning him some guided
meditation CDs.  He told me that he had, and I quote "Found it really easy
to empty my mind." I kid you not.

"Yeah, those were good, but they aren't helping right now," Michael
replied.

"Well, I've been looking into hypnotism for a while now.  I helped a few
friends with some issues.  I could help you too, if you wanted."

"You mean like the swinging watch stuff, that really works?" he said,
confused?

"Yeah, it can really help."

"So you want to mind control my life better?"

"Hypnotism isn't mind control.  Just think of it as a more intense,
personalized guided meditation.  The meditation worked for you, right?.
This would just take it to the next level."

"I did like the meditation," Michael confirmed, "How does it work?" he
asked.

"Hypnotism unshackles your conscious mind, helping you use your un- and
sub-conscious mind to better effect," I explained.

"Huh?"

"Look, your mind is worried and nervous, and doing dumb things to try to
make you feel better but it isn't working.  Using hypnotism, we can make
that part of you quieter and give control to the deeper parts of your mind.
Use those parts to give you the extra focus and calm that you need."

"I guess that sounds cool, man.  But how do I know you won't make me do
something dumb like woof like a dog or something?"

"Hypnotism doesn't really work like that," I lied.  "All it can do it let
stuff from your subconscious come up.  You're really the one in control,
you do all of the work yourself.  I'm just there spotting you, making sure
your subconscious doesn't strain itself or let too much out."

"Yeah?  Ok, that makes sense.  You'd really help me out like this?  When
could we start?"

"Of course I would.  We can start whenever you want."

"Tonight?  Could you come over and help me tonight?" Michael asked, almost
pleadingly.

"Sure."





I went over to his place immediately.  He answered the door wearing pants
and a salmon dress shirt.  It looks quite good on him, but even better was
the fact that the shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing off his body.

"Hey buddy, I'm glad you came," Michael said, taking me inside.  "So, how
does this work."

"Sit down on the couch for me and just try to relax."

He got comfortable and I began.  I started by giving him breathing
exercises, having him take very slow, very deep breaths, focusing on
feeling the air enter his throat and lungs, calming him.  Focusing on
feeling the stress leaving his body as he exhaled.  I told him to stop
trying to control his thoughts, letting them come, acknowledging them, and
letting them go again.  I took him through a progressive muscle relaxation
exercise, helping him relax every muscle in his body in turn.  Once I could
see that he was very relaxed, I started the induction.

It didn't take long to turn his conscious mind off.  I tested my control
over him, having him raise and lower and arm.  That was fast.  Could I
control his autonomous body functions as well?  I told him to get an
erection.  I could see the tent start to form in his pants in seconds.  I
was tempted to have him take his pants off right now, but I thought better
of it.  Michael was clearly a very good subject.  I put in my bookmark.
"Michael, when you hear me say the word `Trance' in future, I want you to
come back to this state.  Do you understand?"

"Yes", came his monotone reply.

Now that the basics were taken care of, I got to work.  Most of what I did
was really for his benefit.  I gave him the tools to call up this calm and
fight his anxiety.  I gave him the ability to focus better, have better
recall, to be more confident and charismatic.  Really, I did for him what
should have taken years of therapy and coaching.  So why not put in a
little something fun, just for me?  I'd earned it,

"Michael, you will not be able to achieve orgasm from mastubation. You can
try as much as you want, but your own hands will no longer satisfy you.  Do
you understand?"

"I will not be able to achieve orgasm from masturbation", he repeated.

"Good.  When you wake up, you will feel happy, satisfied, and refreshed,
remembering nothing about what we talked about. Being under is one of the
best feelings you've had. You want to be hypnotized again. When you wake
up, you will immediately thank me, and give me a kind and genuine
compliment. You will wake in 3 . . . 2. . . 1 . ."

Michael woke up smiling.  "Oh wow, that feels . . . good.  Thanks bud.
That really helped.  I always know I can count on you.  I don't have a lot
of people I can count on.  I appreciate it."

"No worries man!  So it really worked?  You feel better?  I haven't done
too much of this before."  I confided.

"Yeah, it worked!  It felt like I only took a nap, but I feel so calm now.
Want to grab dinner?  My treat, it's the least I can do."  Michael offered.

It was good to see Michael back to his old self, so upbeat and charming.
Dinner was tasty (and free for me!) and we both had a great time, talking
well into the night.  The next afternoon he called me to thank me again.

"Hey bud, I just wanted to call and thank you again.  You're a miracle
worker!  I'm still feeling calm today, but even better, I can remember
whole fact-sheets without having to look them up.  I just have to think
about it and it's there!  And my morning workout was amazing!  I was able
to push myself so much harder than ever.  It's amazing!  Anyway, I have to
go, but thanks again buddy, I owe you one."





He didn't call again for two more days.  When my phone did right, I had a
suspicion I knew why.  "Hey Jim.  So you know that thing we did the other
day?  I was wondering, maybe we could do another session buddy?  Because,
one session is probably not going to cut it, is it?"

"Hey Michael, good to hear from you again.  Yeah, I can do another session
with you.  When are you free?"

"Uhh, now?  Can we do it now-ish?"

"Sure.  I'll be on my way in a few minutes.  Is everything ok man?"

"Yeah, I'm ok.  It's just . . . well, we'll talk about it later."





I headed on over.  He was dressed in sweatpants and no shirt.  I was
entranced by seeing his body hair thicken and turn into a tuft right before
it disappeared into his low-riding pants.  Luckily, he seemed a little too
nervous to notice my gaze.

"What's up Michael, is everything ok?  Is the hypnotism still working?
Have there been any side effects?" I asked innocently.  He blushed deeply,
the flush spreading from his face all the way down to his chest.

"Honestly, it worked really well.  I didn't expect it to, but it worked and
I really enjoyed it.  However, I've felt a little . . . tense
afterward. And I haven't been able to properly . . . relax, if you know
what I mean."

"That's ok. It's natural. Sometimes where you play with the subconscious,
it brings some baggage with it. It can . . . feel empowered if you will,
and try to bring other issue to the surface. We just need to think things
through and figure out what's going on. So it sounds like you're having
trouble sleeping? What do you think could be causing that?" I smile kindly
as I misinterpret his reference to 'relaxing'.

"Uhh, no."  Michael said, clearly uncomfortable.  "I was feeling pretty
great, and I decided to have . . . a little alone time.  So I put on some
porn and started . . . you know.  But I couldn't finish.  Didn't matter
what I tried, I couldn't finish!  Do you think the hypnotism could have
caused this?  Can we turn it back?"

"Oh.  Wow."  I do my best to play up the awkwardness of this moment.  "This
could be about a lack of . . .  companionship.  You did go through a
breakup lately.  You haven't started dating since she left you.  So maybe
your subconscious is saying that you are not getting the satisfaction you
need from the porn, that it wants something different?

"That could be.  That's deep man.  I didn't know I was so deep.  But I'm
not sure I'm ready for that.  Can't you just put me back under and
. . . correct it?"

"It's not that simple.  Once you wake these things up, you have to work
through them.  You wouldn't want to undo the other effects, would you?"

"No, I guess not.  But . . . there really isn't anything you can do?"

"Well, I guess I could give it a try.  Trance!"

Michael slumped over instantly and I got to work.  First, I went through
the relaxation again and helped him get into a deep hypnotic state again
and then reinforced the `Trance' command.  Then I took some time
reinforcing everything I had done last time, boosting his focus and calm.
Making him enjoy being under.  And making sure he wouldn't be able to
masturbate.  Originally, I didn't think the masturbation trick would work
on him, not for long anyway.  Hormones are a powerful thing.  But it has
worked.  So while I was in his head and on a roll, I decided to try taking
things one step further.

"You will find yourself unable to achieve orgasm in the presence of
women. You might even find it hard to achieve an erection, but you
definitely will not be able to cum.  Do you understand Michael?"

"Yes.  I will not be able to get hard or cum with a woman."

"Very good.  Also, you will discover yourself becoming aroused by men,
specifically young men.  Lean masculine bodies, deep voices, and manly
smells.  Wake up in 3 . . . . 2 . . . . 1 . . . . "

Michael woke up relaxed.  "Wow, that feels good.  So, were you able to fix
things buddy?"

"I don't know.  I tried, but you never know.  You should probably try to
solve that companionship issue though.  It's time you got over your ex
anyway."

"Yeah, maybe you're right man.  Maybe I'll go to a bar tonight and see what
happens.  You want to come with, be my wingman?  Maybe we can hook you up
with a hot chick too!"

"No thanks man, I'm good", I declined.  "But you have fun.  Tell me all
about it tomorrow."





I got a call from him the next morning.  "Jim!  I need you help!"

"Michael?"

"Yes, please come over buddy, I need your help!"

"I can't man, I'm about to go running.  I'm already dressed and
everything."

"No, no, no, you don't understand.  I need you, please!"

"Ok, ok, I'll come over."



He answered the door before I even had a chance to knock, he must have been
looking for me.  Michael looked like shit.  Well, as bad as someone as
handsome as he was could look.  It looked like he hadn't slept.  "What's
going on, what's the emergency?"

He told me the whole story.  He had gone out the the bar last night trying
to find someone to go home with.  Unsurprisingly, he didn't have much
trouble finding someone.  He described her in great detail, but I'll save
you the time.  She was attractive.  She was skilled.  She was unable to get
him hard.  Michael sent her home and then tried to get himself off.  This
hadn't worked either.  But when he put on some porn, he found himself
looking more at the guy than anything.  That was what finally got him hard.
It still didn't help him cum though.

I feigned surprise.  "Oh wow, so you think you might be gay?  That's not
something hypnotism can fix."

"I don't know man!  I never thought of gay stuff before, I was only into
women.  Do you think my subconscious was hiding it all this time?  Ugh, I'm
so horny I can't think.  I haven't cum for days now!"

"Look, I've been doing some research lately, and I think I can help you
with the masturbation issues."  I point to a book I brought with me.  "I
think I have a way to fix that.  Do you want to give that a try?"

"Yes, yes please.  If we fix that, we can deal with everything else later.
Thank you so much for helping me with this man."

He slipped into the trance quickly and deeply. He'd taken to falling under
my control like a fish to water.

"Ok Michael, can you hear my voice?"

"Yes" he replied in his entranced monotone.

"Good. I have a few new things for you today. First up, whenever you hear
yourself called a 'Good boy' you will feel warm and safe. You will also
feel a surge of pleasure come over your entire body. Do you understand?

"Yes."

"Good boy."

His already relaxed body slumped a little more and a smile passed over his
lips. He shuddered with pleasure.  I notice him start to sprout a
half-boner. Things were going well.

"Ok, next thing Hugh. You trust me. I am your safe haven. You can tell me
anything you want. You know I would never hurt you or do anything that
would harm you. Anything I do must be in your best interest, by definition,
no matter how it might seem. Do you believe that?"

"Yes." He seemed enraptured, smiling and safe.

"The last thing, and I want you to put this as deep into your mind as
possible. You will not be able to cum ever again, unless first get
permission from someone you really trust. Do you have that one?"

"Yes." He nodded seriously. I started bringing Micheal out of the trance,
assuring him that he will feel calm and rested and full of energy without
memory of what we talked about as soon as he comes out of the trance in 3
. . . 2. . . 1. . . .

"Welcome back!" I give him a playful punch in the shoulder. I found out
some interesting stuff in there, but I think we can put some of it to
use. Anyway, how are you feeling?

"I. . . I dunno.  I feel good I think.  Thank you for this.  I don't know
what I'd do if it weren't for you."

"That's ok, any time Michael.  But this might get a little awkward.  I
don't know if what I did worked.  There are about a dozen different
techniques I can try though, so don't worry.  So, if you want, I can go
home and if it doesn't work, I can come back and try something new the next
day."  I explained slowly.

"Wait, so that could take up to a week?!  I can't last that long!"

Math wasn't his strong suit.  "Maybe even longer", I explained.  "But we
could try something else.  If you wanted you could try here and now.  And
if you encounter a block we can try a new technique right away.  We can be
done today."

I'm not sure if it was the desperation to cum, or the hypnotic suggestion
of trust that did the job, but Micheal barely objected.

"I . . . guess you've seen me in the showers at the gym before.  This isn't
that different right?  I mean, we have to fix this."

"Then get started. This is about you and your head. The important part is
trust and communication. Just sit down and start playing with yourself and
tell me what's running through your head, what is working and what isn't
working."

"Like this?"  Michael pulled his pajama pants down under his balls.  His
cock was already close to hard.  It was about 6 inches long, but thick,
thicker than any I'd seen before sticking up out of a mass of reddish brown
pubes.

"Good boy."  I told him.  The effect was immediate.  He let out a gentle
moan and rose to full mast almost instantly.  I take a wide stance and
stand up right in front of him and make direct eye contact with him. "Now
just tell me what gets you going.  It looks like you're having a good time
right now.  What's getting your blood pumping man?"  As emphasis, I flex my
cock.  Michael breaks eye contact with me briefly to watch.

"I . . . I imagine bodies.  Naked bodies.  Lots of them around me.  They
are all firm and shapely.  They . . . uh, they look like you a little bit."
Michael said hesitantly.

"Really?  Well I did say I would do whatever it took to help you."  I
stripped off my shirt slowly.  Michael licked his lips involuntarily.  Then
I quickly step out of my shorts, leaving me in just my jockstrap.  Michael
stared at the bulge.

"I'm guessing you want me to take this thing off too?" I pulled at the side
of my jock letting it snap back against my waist. "What will you do once I
take it off boy?"

A complex array of emotions runs over Michael's face.  "I would . . .I - "
But I won out in the end.  "I'd suck your dick until you were dry!"

"Good boy!"  The affirmation of his desires along with the suggestion
caused him to almost faint with pleasure. I noted to be more sparing with
that trigger in future, to only give him that when he really deserves it.

I stepped in close and held his face to my crotch. I could feel him
nuzzling his face against my thick cock. "That's enough for now boy."  He
was too lost in his head to obey, so I took his head and pulled it away,
pushing him back into the chair. "I said enough!"  He was a little shaken
by his own desire.

I pulled the jockstrap down slowly until my 7.5 inch cock sprung up and
pointed straight at him.

"Now you can get back here boy. Let's see how talented you are at sucking
cock. Don't worry, I'll coach you through it."

He came towards me, almost in a haze, not realizing quite what he was
doing, just knowing it felt right.  Michael was adorably eager, but
unfortunately that doesn't mean the same thing as good.  But he did take
direction well.  I slowly taught him to keep proper pace, and to use his
tongue well.  He quickly mastered each skill.  I let him take a break,
having him suck on my balls for a while, giving me time to cool down.  It
had the opposite effect on Michael though, causing his poor cock to throb
menacingly.

"Back to my cock now boy." He leaped to it, quickly engulfing it. I could
feel my cum rising. "Keep going boy. Good, good, pay attention to your
tongue-work. Mind the pace. Yes . . . yes . . ."

I couldn't hold back any more and let it shoot into his mouth. I made sure
that the same second the cum hit his throat, the words 'Good boy' hit his
ears. He writhed in pleasure as he sucked down my juices. My lithe body
convulsed with each squirt, leaving me hunched over and lightly kissing the
back of Michael's head as he suckled my now (temporarily) softening cock.
"We should probably take care of you now, don't you think boy?"

"Yes!  Yes please!  My balls are killing me bud!"

I firmly pushed him down so he was lying on ground.  He looked a little
shocked that he did nothing to prevent it.  I lay down next to him, and
look him directly in the eye.

I slowly slid my hand up and down his cock, watching his face so I could
find all the places where it was most sensitive. Once I mapped the
territory, so to speak, I started to really play with his cock. I feel his
warm body next to mine breathing and straining.

"Please, faster!"  He moaned.

"No boy, we do this my way."

Michael moaned, and nodded.  He kept staring right into my eyes, pleadingly
at first, but as time went on the look became loving.

After a good fifteen minutes he started to sweat and even get little
delirious in his low gravelly whimpering.

"You know what I think the problem is boy? I think you don't believe that
you deserve to cum. Is that how you feel? Let's test that theory. Ask me
for permission boy. Beg me."

"Please," he says.  His voice doesn't sound like the cocky jock I first
met.  "Please man, I would do anything to cum.  Let me, please, I'm begging
you!"

"Good boy.  I give you permission.  Cum for me."  I barely got through the
word permission before I felt his body start to spasm. I kept one hand on
his chest, holding his body close to mine as my other hand milked every
last drop from his cock. His orgasm lasted forever, and he squirted 16,
maybe 17 times as I restrained him and kept him from rolling away from
me. But the best part was the grunt that accompanied each new spurt of cum
that sounded agonized and satisfied at the same time.

Once his pleasure subsided, I squooze out a few last drops. His cock was so
sensitive that he twitched as I played with his spent cock.  But he was too
exhausted to protest. Even as his erection faded, I'm sure he felt mine
pressed up against his body.

I pulled his head to face me. "What a good boy." The words triggered a hard
sigh from his pleasure-weary body.  I went in for a deep kiss. "So tell me
Michael. How do you feel about what just happened?"

"It... It was the strongest orgasm... I've ever had..." He responded,
panting. "I... I don't know how to thank you..."

"You learned the best way to thank me earlier jockboy, and you'll have so
many more chances to practice that as my personal cocksucker." Hearing
himself called a cocksucker turned his face crimson instantly. "Hah, too
late to be shy now jockboy. You just swallowed my load and begged me to let
you cum. I'm sure there is plenty more you'll be begging for soon Michael,
so you better get used to it." I scooped all of the cum from his body and
hold it under his lips.  "Lick up all of this mess you've made and admit
that you're my cocksucker. Otherwise I won't let you do any of this again."

Michael looked confused.  He was trying to reconcile his past and his
prejudices, with his new feelings and desires. But we both knew which part
of him would win.

"You're my cocksucker. That's not a bad thing. I take very good care of my
things, and it clearly makes you very happy. So say it yourself so I know
that you understand it."  He licked his cum from my fingers and said the
words that would change his life forever.



Thank you for reading.  I'm taking a break from my other story, `Seduced by
Control', but I will be coming back to that story soon.  Let me know if you
have suggestions for either one.  adsvasd584@yahoo.com