Enthralled By Sleep

Warning: This story contains sexual activities in which the consensuality is ambivalent at best. If this would hurt you in any way, please do not read it. I would feel very bad if I caused distress to anyone. However if you are a big perv of any gender/orientation/variety this might appeal to you...it made me sweat writing it...also posted this on Reddit r/erotichypnosis

I’d been working for about 6 months cleaning houses getting back on my feet after losing my job. I’d had to downsize quite a bit and was living in a small apartment by myself, having also lost my girlfriend around the same time. It was, to say the least,  a pretty low point in my life and my self worth had suffered greatly. A year before I’d been fairly well off with a pretty girlfriend and lots of friends, parties, everything. The friends turned out to have been hers and the parties…well lets just say I was getting pretty tight with Netflix.  I hadn’t even had any contact with my family in years as we were estranged and mutually happy with the arrangement. I was in fact totally alone in the world. 

As I approached my latest client’s house I noted a large and impressive dwelling: I understood that he was a doctor of some sort. A pretty burly guy answered the doorbell— he probably had about half a foot on me; solidly built with hairy, bulging forearms peeking out of rolled up sleeves. I felt a little intimidated by his size and his apparent wealth.  We discussed the details of what he wanted done as we walked through the rooms. 

In his living room I noticed a fairly large collection of marionettes displayed on one wall. “Those are pretty interesting, do you collect them?” I asked. He looked at me smiling and said “Yes, I enjoy puppets…they’re not like people at all, they do exactly what you want them to do, automatically, with no complaints, do you understand”. I laughed a bit nervously and acquiesced to his statement because honestly the way he was looking at me now and his words were starting to freak me out. “Would you like me to show you how it works?” he asked, and not really waiting for my answer he pulled one down off the wall and began manipulating it, “I pull the strings and the puppet just dances to my whims”. He had it walk across the floor and did a few tricks with it. “Hey, it actually looks a bit like you, doesn’t it?” I looked and in fact it did, it was even wearing similar clothing. 

At this point I was even more freaked out but at the same time I noticed that I was starting to get sexually aroused by his patter and the strange display. It was so weird and perverse I guess it was activating some dormant perversion of my own that I hadn’t known was there. “Great”, I thought to myself, “sinking to another new low today”. He gave me a knowing smirk and then walked the puppet back over to the wall and asked me to get started on my work, which included scrubbing the wooden floor in his living room. As I worked kneeling on the floor, in spite of myself I kept glancing over at the puppets on the wall and swallowing a little hard, still aroused by it all and fighting it.  

After several hours of cleaning I told him I was going to take a lunch break and he offered a chair in the room for me to sit in where I could eat and rest. I ate my sandwich at a leisurely pace and must have dozed off for a moment because suddenly I was awakened by a sting on my shoulder, I started to spin around and saw him withdrawing a syringe from my arm! I must have given a shout and started to jump up when every single ounce of energy and fight drained from me. I felt heavy as lead and could barely keep my head up, let alone stand and fight. He walked around and stood before me; looking down at me— as my vision narrowed to a dark tunnel he seemed to tower above, he took my face in one of his large hands and said “Now it looks to me like you have become one of my little puppets, haven’t you?” He moved my head up and down. “Yes, that is right, and I think you will be a good little puppet, won’t you?” Again my head bobbed up and down, up and down— yes.  He then removed all of my clothing as I sat there, unable to resist.  I started to try to speak and he put his index finger over my lips, sealing them. “No, puppets cannot speak”. He began moving his finger around my lips, around and around and then into my mouth, adding his middle finger, pushing slowly back into my mouth, and then on a little way into my throat. Though I ‘d occasionally fantasized about gay sex it wasn’t something I’d ever pursued before, it just hadn’t been at the top of my priority list, but this…

 “I can tell are going to be a very good little puppet indeed, and now it is time for your show.” He pulled his pants off and stood above me, pulled my head into his crotch and began rubbing his cock and balls all over my face through his underwear, around and around, back and forth. As his cock began to grow, I felt my cock stiffening almost in unison with his much larger cock. It was almost as if his  big cock was directly controlling my own. It had power over me. He then took off his underwear and stood before me with his enormous dick bobbing above, filling my vision. He looked down at me, smiled, reached down and grasped my jaw and opened my puppet mouth. He slowly slid his cock into my mouth and slid it in and out a few times, then slid it further and further and finally down my throat. I didn’t gag because I was a puppet, and puppets don’t gag. He continued to slide it in and out in and out for some time, it filled my mouth and throat completely, stretching my puppet lips. 

Eventually he withdrew his massive dick, now covered with a thick layer of the slobber from deep in my throat. He easily picked me up and folded my puppet body over a chair, my ass exposed. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass and gently he pushed it in, thrusting it all the way into my body. It felt like my entire body was filled with his thrusting cock. In and out, in and out. The rhythm was hypnotizing me even further. My cock strained and I felt my balls would erupt at any time. On and on it went, and yet I made not a sound, because I was a puppet, and puppets do not cry out. I heard him grunting as he neared climax. Finally he drove his massive dick into the center of me and pumped what felt like gallons of cum into my puppet body, filling it.  Despite the fact that I was a puppet my own dick exploded with cum at the same time. He withdrew and I felt his cum draining down my legs. He stood there panting for a moment, then picked me back up and laid me out on the floor, face up. He looked down at me and said “From now on, you will be able to cum as my puppet, and only as my puppet. Do you understand what I have told you?” He moved my head up and down again. Yes. And furthermore, when you hear me say the words “Down puppet!” you will automatically and immediately return and collapse to this helpless state. Do you understand what I have told you puppet?” My head bobbed up and down in his hands again. 

I must have fallen asleep because I awoke fully clothed some time later. Again he stood above me and asked me to finish the job I’d started, as if nothing had happened between us. I was still woozy and confused and embarrassed so I just started cleaning and finished the job. He then paid me and before I left he said, chuckling, “I will see you again next week…I think that we will put on another little puppet show”.  

When I got home I was confused and felt somewhat humiliated. Had I been raped? After all, I’d never even had sex with a man before, never mind weird perverted drugged puppet sex. Christ!  I just wanted to get back some sense of control over myself. And yet I was already completely horny thinking about what had happened. I got in bed and pulled up some sexy pictures of women and my cock stood directly to attention. I pumped away with all my might, getting closer and closer to orgasm, and yet I found I could not cum, no matter how hard I tried. The next day and for several days after I tried to jerk off, to pictures of men, women doing anything I could think of  but to no avail. I started feeling more and more frightened and I was frustrated to tears. And my cock was always hard, throbbing, insisting, demanding… The day was getting closer…

Then the day had arrived. I’d told myself that I would return because I desperately needed money and I did, though I was pretty nervous. I had made up my mind to have a conversation with him and set things straight in no uncertain terms: I was there to clean his house and that was it, end of story. I had to free myself from this weird situation. I knocked on the door and he answered, a knowing smile on his face. He didn’t appear to be making any inappropriate advances so I decided to just avoid confrontation, clean the place and try to forget what had happened. I worked through the kitchen, bathrooms and other rooms, avoiding the living room with the marionettes. They creeped me out and my cock would also start to stiffen if I thought about them and I really wanted to push it all from my mind. Finally after procrastinating I returned to that room and began dusting. Their dead eyes met my own and I caught my breath and shuddered a bit. He must have crept in quietly because behind me I heard “Down Puppet!” Immediately I collapsed in a heap, unable to move. He stood above me and looked down at me triumphantly. “Well well, you have become my puppet again, haven’t you? And you didn’t even need your shot!  You’re such a good little cock puppet that I’m going to keep you. 

Now, get up onto your knees little puppet.” My body simply obeyed, though obedience isn’t quite the correct term, because it implies a choice. My body automatically responded, and I found myself looking up again at his huge cock bobbing up and down above my head, bobbing and swaying back and forth. I felt my puppet head drifting along with the motion of his cock, my puppet mouth fell open and I felt saliva fill my mouth in anticipation. Again he slid his hard dick into my mouth, deeper and deeper into me. I neither gagged nor struggled and he slid it in and out, in and out rhythmically. Soon, he exploded into my throat, I knew it would please him best to let him cum deep in my throat. I no longer seemed to need to breath either. I realized that puppets do not need air, they simply act on the whim of their owner, whose eyes met my own blank empty puppet eyes in triumph. 

Andrew was a true believer. A MAGA Alpha Male. He had nothing but contempt for queers and women. Weakness and need disgusted him. But was horny that night so he logged onto a porn site and found the hottest cam girl he had ever seen in his life. His dick was already hard so he slammed the button to start a private session. She smiled at him with the kind of knowing smile he hated but at the same time couldnt resist. Who did she think she was? Stupid bitch.

But she was so hot… and there was just something different about her he couldn't quite place… he just listened to her mutely, he couldnt say why exactly because usually he had to have the upper hand and spewed venom at everyone. But she was different somehow… He started to rub his cock but she immediately stopped to chide him and reminded him that real men preserve their essence and power and maybe he shouldnt give that up so easily. This made sense to him somehow, he'd read somewhere or other that some dudes did this to grow their power so he agreed, nodding his head in assent. She smiled that triumphant smile again and she moved her finger slowly up and down her breast. Her soft sexy voice whispered to him for some time…how long had he been listening to this? But his face slackened, his eyes slowly but surely glazed over… his cock was straining against his pants and he didnt even want to think any more… and God she looked and sounded so good…it was easy to just listen and agree with what she said to him. He nodded his head up and down when she told him to, his heavy glazed eyes never closed though, they were fixed now on hers. She spoke to him, but he couldn't quite understand what she was saying anymore, it didnt matter though, all he had to do was follow.

Then the session ended and he went right to bed. His cock was still rock hard but he knew he had to preserve his essence, to maintain control. Sleep closed in on him almost at once.

The next morning he woke up and couldnt remember what he'd done the night before. "Did I get that fucked up?". After breakfast he saw that a text appeared on his phone and pulled it up. On it was one word "Go" and an address. In a dreamy haze he immediately left his place, got in his car and drove directly to the address in the text. When he arrived at the door he was a little confused. "Where am I?". She opened the door and his heart started pounding, his cock stiffened, "Who is she, I know her don't i?? Fuck, so fucking hot" he followed her watching her perfect ass sway back and forth… drifting forward through the door, deeper in the haze now. She turned to him smiling her little smile of triumph at, then pinned him in his place with her enormous powerful blue eyes, eyes that seemed to expand and become his whole world…a thrilling sense of anticipation filled him, he knew something was going to happen, and his cock ached for it even though he wasn't sure what it would be…

She said another single word then and his face went slack, his eyes went blank…he sunk slowly down onto his knees, and even though a small part of his mind screamed "No!" he slid her bulging panties over her cock took it out totally fixated on it. It was so much much bigger than his own, so hard and thick and he felt his mouth open and he slid his lips over the head, getting it nice and wet it slid in and out of his mouth making its way into his throat, gagging him at first but still it kept moving and sliding in and out rhythmically, deepening his trance more and more…then it withdrew and he looked up at her in dazed awe, tears from gagging had left streams down his cheeks, but he didnt know that. She saw them and laughed softly at him while fixing him again in her stare.

He felt a sense of overwhelming anticipation, he almost knew what was coming…the eye contact created more tension and anticipation, it seemed to go on forever and he ached for her next words. He heard the words, an order…he absorbed it but a tiny part of what remained of his mind tried to howl objections but his body no longer could listen. Instead, his willing, eager body turned around and he presented his muscular jock ass to her, and she told him to ask her very politely for what he desperately craved "Please!" he gasped and she pressed the head of her cock against his ass, teasing him there until again he whispered "Please…please…." She pushed it deep into him as what was left of his former mind slipped away forever and his opinions melted away and he now knew he had found his true place…

I was raised in the Catholic Church, and from childhood up till early teens I was an altar boy. Thankfully I was never abused in any way by any priests and nuns were nice to me. I'm not a practicing Catholic but I still have an inner altar boy who is really good and wants everyone to be nice to each other.