Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2024 17:10:12 -0600
From: Ebon Artist <ebonart.gallery@gmail.com>
Subject: Holy Therapy, Batman!/A Visit to Doctor Crane

HYPNO Story
Multi-part story - Part 1 of 3 Gay/Celebrity
Holy Therapy,Batman!/A Visit to Doctor Crane

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Dick Grayson poked his head into the inner office and cleared his throat.
"Dr. Crane? I'm here for that thing," he said.

The thin man behind the desk looked up and smiled, then took off his
glasses to clean then. "Yes. Mr. Grayson. Come in and make yourself
comfortable. Right on time, I see," he said. "Don't be worried. These
counselling sessions are just a formality."

Dick was a trim and well-built youth dressed in the Academy uniform: blue
blazer, white shirt, blue pants, etc. It was obviously custom-tailored to
his strong body, but that was nothing unusual in this place of wealth and
privilege. Crane watched the boy closely, watched how he moved and how he
sat. To the layman, Richard was a normal young man, but Crane could see
the power and grace in every step. How these blind fools around him could
have missed it was a complete mystery to him, but also no surprise at
all.

"I don't see why I need to--" Dick said as he closed the door, took
off his backpack, and moved to sit in the chair opposite the school
psychologist. The office was shadowy; the blinds were drawn against the
afternoon sun, and the thick curtains were pulled almost shut. It was
warm in here, almost too warm, and Dick found himself sweating just a
little as he got comfortable.

Crane tapped a control under his desk that locked his steel-core office
door with metal bolts on top and bottom. A `school security' precaution
he'd insisted on when he took the position. Even so, he saw Richard take
note of the soft clicks.

"As I said. A formality. Principal Edge wants me to convey his apologies
for the incident, and to let you know that his policy is that bullying
cannot be tolerated at Gotham Academy," Crane said as he opened the
folder in front of him. Young Grayson had disarmed and disabled two
knife-wielding students who were threatening freshman Edward Fitzhugh
(heir, Fitz-Young Shipping and Freight) underneath the gym bleachers.

"It wasn't bullying. They were going to kill Ed," Grayson said, the
youth's voice confident and calm. Crane frowned just slightly. Richard
had no worries he would face any censure in the matter; such was the
confidence of the ultra-wealthy.

Looking over the file, Crane had to wonder why this boy had never come to
his attention before. Sixteen years old, athletic, moderately popular,
and this was not Mister Grayson's first run-in with bullies or other
disruptive elements in his years here. He wasn't a classic `good kid'
- there were far too many unexcused spots in his attendance record for
that -- but not a troublemaker, either. He kept his head down, so to
speak. Sole heir to the Wayne billions, Dick also wasn't an entitled
little vermin like so many of the other students here. He was quietly
charming, but also distant. This was a young man with secrets, and that
made Crane's skin tingle. He loved prying out the secrets of pretty
young men.

He looked across the desk at the boy. Dick -- Richard -- was a beautiful
young man who would grow into a true heartbreaker, as perhaps befitted
the teenaged `Prince of Gotham'. He was clearly athletic but wasn't on
any teams. Unusual, that. Sports acumen was a clear road to success and
popularity at the Academy, yet Grayson had not taken that road despite
all indications that it would be childishly easy for him.

"So the police have noted. Both his attackers are out on bail, awaiting
trial," Crane said, fascinated by the slight change in Grayson's
expression at that bit of news. Not concern or anger, but a calm
determination. Fascinating. "It seems Mister Fitzhugh overheard them
making plans to rob the school's collection of rare minerals and
gemstones."

Crane closed the file and looked young Grayson in the eyes. They were a
sharp bright blue, clear and alert. The mind behind those eyes was
well-trained, he could see. Grayson's attention did not waver and yet he
was certain he could blindfold the boy, and Grayson would be able to name
books from the shelves behind him. His precious books. They lined the
walls of his office to the point that the other teachers called him `the
second librarian', when they were being kind. Often, they were not.

Yes, he thought. Yes. You will be perfect, Crane thought.

They chatted about the incident and how Dick was feeling about what had
happened, then Crane changed his tone.

"Richard, I'd like for you to lie down on the couch. I want to try
something," he said.

Grayson smiled. "The classic couch, huh? Okay," he said as he got up
and went over to lie down. The boy's muscular body fascinated Crane, and
he had to move carefully when he got up to take the seat by the couch.
Being so close to the beautiful boy made him painfully erect.

"Have you ever been hypnotized, Mister Grayson?" Crane said.

"Yes," Dick replied, and Crane was surprised by the sharp edge to the
boy's voice. Interesting. Certainly, a past unpleasant experience there.
"I don't think it has much value, actually."

"Merely a relaxation technique, Richard," he said as he pulled out his
special penlight and flicked the beam across Richard's eyes. Dick
blinked and squinted as he rapidly moved the tiny bright point from side
to side. It was not merely a prop, but a device of his own invention.
Much more... proactive.

"I..." Richard said, his voice already slurred, his eyelids dropping.
"I don't..."

"Hush, boy, and look at the light," Crane said, moving the intense
light back and forth, watching Richard's eyes follow it. He smiled as
the boy tried to fight him, but of course lost. Richard closed his eyes
and his head turned to one side as he moved into a deep hypnotic
trance.

"Good boy, Richard. Sleep. Relax. Now... tell me about the incident,
Richard. I know you've been holding back, so what really happened?"

"Bill and Carl," Grayson said, naming the two assailants, "are the
sons of two of Black Mask's lieutenants, and are being groomed to join
the gang soon. Black Mask uses them to scout out any potential scores at
the Academy."

Crane listened, stunned. Black Mask was a major player in the Gotham
underworld. Nothing was mentioned in any report about the boy's
connection but of course there would be none, not with their father's
wealth making certain of it. He'd discerned it almost at once when he'd
interviewed them for the court's psych profile, but had made no mention
of it, either. Having Black Mask owe you a favor was no small thing.

How had this boy found out?

"I was following them, hoping they'd lead me to another member of their
gang, when they confronted Edward. I couldn't let them kill him, so I
stopped them," Richard said, his voice calm and level, his eyes closed
in his hypnotic trance.

"Quite the little hero aren't you, Mister Grayson?" Crane sneered.

Crane watched the beautiful youth breathe, and his smile grew cold and
intense. He'd watched so many of these rich boys succumb to his little
light, and now Dick Grayson was the latest. He'd play with the boy's
cock, get him to cum on himself, then he'd have the boy suck him off.
Humiliating and molesting these boys was his own special pleasure, his
revenge against an unfair system that placed a man of his genius to
minister to spoiled little rich boys. Rich boys who overheard what deals
their wealthy fathers had planned, and passed that information on to
himself -- along with a generous load of their sweet cum.

Bill and Carl were part of his stable of slaveboys now, hypnotized into
compliance. Once his testimony helped exonerate them, they would serve
him admirably. Such handsome and strong boys, too. Much like young
Grayson, here, they were possessed of such potential.

"What secrets do you know, Dick Grayson?" he said to himself as he
reached out, his thin fingers stroking Dick's smooth cheek and jaw.

Crane could resist no longer. He moved his chair closer, reached, and
undid the first buttons of Dick Grayson's shirt. He removed his school
tie, and then noticed Richard was wearing something else underneath his
shirt. Odd. He stood up and leaned over the boy's lean body like a
predatory bird. Soon he'd enjoy this boy's mouth, and more.

His long thing fingers worked at Richard shirt buttons, then he pulled it
open. He staggered back and then fell back into his chair.

Underneath was the bright red vest of Robin, the Teen Wonder. The
skintight material clung to Richard's powerful body, showing off every
mound and curve of hard-won muscle on the teen boy's chest and abs.

"My god," Crane muttered. Nothing about Grayson indicated he was a
cosplayer and this material -- this was not simulated, but actual heavy
ballistic fabric. Crane swallowed, took a drink of water, and controlled
himself.

"Well. This explains so much," Crane said, his voice almost giddy.
"Richard. Get up and take off your outer clothing," he said. "Change
into Robin."

He watched as Richard did just that, taking off his shirt, then shoes and
pants. From a secret bottom in his book bag came the mask, the bright
yellow cape, the gloves and small soft shoes. At last, though, was the
thing that could not be duplicated by a mere cosplayer: the utility
belt.

When he was done, Robin the Teen Wonder stood in his office, head bowed,
ready for Crane's next command.

Crane was still staggering. He was also intensely angry at himself. How
was this possible? How had he never had the slightest inkling that
Richard Grayson and Robin were the same person? It was unthinkable!

And if Dick Grayson were Robin... My God. That meant his guardian Bruce
Wayne had to be Batman.

"Richard - Robin -- listen to me very closely. You are now my willing
and obedient slave," Crane said. "You have no desires except the ones I
give you. You have no thoughts except the ones I allow you."

"Yes sir," Robin muttered.

"You will have no memory of being hypnotized or revealing your secret
identity. We had a short and pleasant chat," Crane said as he stood.

He walked over to the passive boy and stroked his fingers through
Robin's thick black hair, then tilted the masked boy's head up. He
leaned in and kissed the Teen Wonder, shivering slightly as the handsome
boy responded to him. He kissed Robin for several seconds, exploring the
pretty young hero's mouth and sweet, shell-pink lips.

"You're a straight boy, aren't you, Robin? You like girls, yes?"

"Very much, sir!" came the young hero's enthusiastic response.

"Such a beautiful boy... surely you have some attraction to your own
sex, though. Do you, Robin?"

Robin frowned and looked to the side, then back to Crane. "Y-yes, sir.
In the showers and elsewhere... and my male companions in the Teen
Titans. Especially Speedy. I can't help thinking about him when I play
with myself."

Crane smirked. The Boy Bowman was of special interest to him as well.
"You play with your penis a great deal, I suppose, at your age. Are you
a virgin?"

"Yessir," Robin said, his gloved hand drifting to the growing bulge in
his thin little trunks. Crane reached down and cupped the teenager's
bulge, felt the roll of the Boy Wonder's balls against his fingers.

"You will no longer feel any inhibitions about sex, Robin. You will find
yourself more and more intensely attracted to other boys and to grown
men. You desire nothing more than to lose your virginity to a man,"
Crane breathed as he slid his hands over Robin's strong body. As his
commands took hold, he watched Robin's thin silk trunks tent up as the
sixteen-year-old's cock grew hard and ready.

"I need to cum, Doctor Crane," Robin moaned as his gloved hand stroked
his bulge. "Suck my cock, sir, please!"

"Glad to oblige, boy," Crane said as he sat and pulled down Robin's
trunks. One hand squeezed one of Robin's ass-cheeks, while the other
took Robin's sleek cut boycock in hand. He was a good size for a boy his
age, six inches and more, his smooth velvet crown large and already wet
with precum. Robin kept himself smooth, he saw. The boy's shaven pubic
hair was just a shadow on his groin. A necessary precaution with those
skimpy little trunks, he imagined.

He took Robin's cock in his mouth, and was rewarded almost at once with
an explosion of the young hero's cum. He licked and suckled the boy's
length as Robin ejaculated, the masked boy softly sighing in his release.
Interesting -- Robin was a premature ejaculator. Excellent. He cleaned up
the boy, then pulled Robin's trunks back up. He wiped his lips and
checked his suit for any stray drops of boy-jizz.

"Excellent, Teen Wonder," Crane said. "You did very good. When you
hear that you are a good boy, you will become very sexually excited and
you will have an intense desire to submit. You may become erect but you
will not cum until a man tells you that you can. Do you understand?"

"Yessir," the masked boy said.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yessir!" Robin said. The Teen Wonder then knelt and put his arms on
the couch. He bowed his head and spread his bare legs, offering his ass
to Crane. Crane pulled Robin's short cape aside and stroked his hand
over that firm and full young ass. Beautiful. He could not stop using
that word when thinking about this teen jock, but it was true. The
teenagers complete and total submission to his will made Crane almost cum
in his pants right then.

Would that I had the time, Crane thought, as he pulled the silk trunks
down. He caressed the smooth skin, then gently teased the young hero's
virgin hole with his fingertips. The soft smooth little entrance flexed
for him, and he felt dizzy. He wanted to fuck the boy right now, this
second, but he could not.

"Get up and conceal your costume once more, Robin," Crane said and
walked to his desk to pour a finger of whisky from his stash while Dick
Grayson got dressed. He downed the shot and then turned to the
now-normal-looking boy.

He kissed Dick Grayson again, luxuriating in the boy's passive
acceptance of his sexual violation. He couldn't resist. He pushed Dick
to his knees, leaned against his desk, and freed his own penis from his
pants. "Suck my cock, boy, and swallow my cum," Crane commanded, then
leaned back and moaned softly as Richard's sweet mouth enveloped his
now-erect penis.

Soon, too soon, he shot his load and then shivered as Dick licked his
cock clean. He made sure the boy's mouth and shirt were clean, then
flicked his penlight over the boy's eyes again. "You are my slave now,
Dick. Your straight-boy ass is mine, do you understand?"

"Yes, master," Dick said.

"Very good, Richard. You will have no conscious memory of anything
except our pleasant chat, but you will remember how good my cock felt in
your mouth and you will have intense, sexually-charged wet dreams about
sucking cock and taking cock. I want you to watch some gay porn on the
internet, and pay attention to how the bottom boys there receive their
master's cocks. You want the same thing, Richard. You want a man to
master your tight teenaged ass."

"I want to get fucked," Dick breathed. "I want a man to fuck my tight
teenaged ass."

"Yes, Richard. Perfect. What a good boy. Now, go, and have pleasant
dreams," Crane laughed. He snapped his fingers, and he watched the cloud
vanish from Richard's eyes.

"We seem to have gone over time, Mister Grayson. I'll of course write a
note for your teacher," Crane said, handing the boy a hall pass.

"Th- thank you, Doctor Crane," Dick Grayson said, blinking in
confusion. He was standing now/He checked his watch, and it was... almost
an hour later. As soon as the concern rose in the teen detective's mind,
though, it was submerged again under Crane's post hypnotic command, and
Dick forgot all about it. He'd had a nice chat with Doctor Crane, and
the matter was at an end.

END of part 1 of 3