hypno stories

Normally he wouldnt rush through a session but the crew were already calling for Jack in the distance and the hypnotist couldn't let this opportunity pass up. The hypnotist turned to face Jack and Jack just looked up at him a little confused, "You said you wanted to talk to me?" Jack said with a polite and charming smile.

The hypnotist nodded and brietly sat across from Jack on the coffee table, he held up his hand and snapped his fingers to get Jack to focus on his hand and then held up his index finger and began to move it left and right.

"Just watch my finger Jack- just watch it move left to right, as it passes by your eyes your gonna find yourself feeling so good, relaxed. Your breathing will start to slow, your focus on my finger will become the only thing you care about as its making you feel so relaxed, so good." The hypnotist spoke in a low register and he noticed Jacks eyes following his finger perfectly, the celebrity's shoulders relaxing and chest beginning to rise and fall slowly as he relaxed and steadied his breathing.

"Thats it, perfect." The hypnotist smiled, "in a moment im going to snap my fingers and you will feel so relaxed and will slip into a state where all your focus is on me. Listening to every word I say, hanging off of them. Wanting to do whatever I say."

The hypnotist stopped his finger perfectly infront of Jacks face and snapped his fingers, Jacks shoulders slumped as his arms went limp by his side but the thing that made the hypnotist chuckle was the fact that Jack began to slide off the couch he was sat on from how relaxed he was.

"Thats good, very good. Now in a moment I will count down from 5 to 1. You wont remember me hypnotizing you and will believe that we had a good conversation and you will leave feeling energized and prepared to film your next scene," The hypnotist smirked a little as he looked Jack over before adding, "However, when you are done tor the day you will seek me out, come find me right where we are now, and as soon as you see me you will slip back into this deeply relaxed and obedient state. Nod if you understand."

Jack managed a small nod and the hypnotisr smiled, counting up from 1 to 5 and snapping his fingers as he reached the final number. Jack blinked, a little confusedly as he sat up, smiling. The sound of the crew calling his name now pretty much outside.

"Oh damn, I gotta go to set now- it was good talking to you, man." Jack stood up and pat the hypnotist on the shoulder before leaving him, going to set with the crew member that had found him.

NSFW WARNING

Tom never was the type of person that enjoyed going to peoples weddings but when one of the family friends invited him to a wrdding he couldn't exactly sat no.

He was currently sat in his seat waiting for the reception to start, he had picked out a nice black shirt and jacket with some rather nice grey slacks- and damn did he look good- and was just talking away with his brothers as he waited.

The groom wasnt even at the alter yet so they clearly had time and Tom felt the desperate need to pee. So he quickly excused himself and rushed to the bathroom.

After doing his business, he started to wash his hands at the sink when he heard the bathroom door open and closed and he could see the reflection of the guy standing behind him.

So, of course, Tom turned and before he could open his mouth, the guy stepped forward- causing Tom to step back a little, hands coming onto the sink as he bumped into it- and he said, "You a friend of the bride? God- you look hot as fuck like that."

The mans voice was deep and gravelly, he was wearing a rather nice looking suit and tie and he had light stubble and was a little older than Tom himself, and his voice sent shivers right down Tom's spine for some reason.

"I-I uh- yeah- I am. M'names-" Tom bit his lip as the guy stepped even closer, crowding him right against the sink and his hands come to rest ontop of Tom's on the sink, caging him in.

Tom could catch hints of the man's cologne- it was a strong, musky type smell that reminded Tom of that smell that lingers after a rainstorm- and it made his breath hitch a little as he started to take deeper breaths all on his own.

"I dont need to know your name," The guy laughed as he started to rub circles into Toms pulse points on both his wrists using his thumbs, "Just need to know if you can be good."

Tom's throat was dry as the mans voice was bouncing around inside his brain and making his skin tingle as it melted it like ice. He was speaking so rhythmically and in such a deep register that it made Tom's brain tingle.

Tom didn't even notice the man put his thumb under his chin to tilt it his head up a little so they could make eye contact, Tom biting his lip as he felt a pull by the man's cold grey-blue eyes, "Can you be a good boy for me?"

A full body shiver ran through Tom to the point he had goosebumps all over his skin and he just simply nodded, unable to think of anything aside from being a good boy.

"No, no-" The man leaned closer so he was pressing against Tom, his breath minty and warm against Tom's ear. Tom could feel the man's cock through his slacks and it made Tom start to get aroused as well, "I need verbal consent. Tell me you want this, baby, that you want me...that you wanna be my good boy, say it."

"I-i-" Tom had to swallow, the mans voice had made his head so tingly it was going blank and felt like TV static and it had tunnel visioned on one thing and one thing only in this moment, "I wanna be your good boy."

Tom was moved in a blur, he was positioned against a wooden wall of the stall, grabbing the front of it as his hisp were pulled back and the guy easily unbuckled his belt and worked off his slacks.

"Good boy, gonna make you feel so good for being my little bit of stress relief." The man just let Tom's slacks drop and and pulled down his underwear to have them pool around his ankles as well.

Tom shuddered as he felt the mans hands on his ass and before he could stop himself he let out a low moan as he leaned more on the divider, the man had spit on his fingers and had already pushed two fingers into Tom's ass.

Now Tom wasn't a stranger to bottoming, he and Harrison had often fooled around together and sometimes Tom just played with his ass anyway- but this mans fingers felt like pure bliss, it made his legs tremble and loud moans escape his mouth but those were quickly silenced by a hand around his mouth.

"Shh now, dont want anyone finding us now." The man whispered in his ear as he pushed his fingers deeper and curled them just right so that he hit Toms prostate- Tom whimpering as his visiom blurred a little and he saw stars as his cock throbbed, leaking precum onto the tiled floor.

When the man withdrew his fingers, Tom was breathing heavily through his nose as his mouth was still covered and he was about to make a noise of questioning when the man's cock slowly pushed into him and Tom's mind blanked.

His vision went blurry with each inch and his back arched into it and by the time the man was fully inside him, chest pressed against Toms back, Tom was panting through his nose and his nails were scraping into the wood of the divider.

"Good boy," the man whispered in his ear as he slowly started to roll his hips, "Taking me so well, you feel so good. Youre gonna take my load like a good little slut and then youre gonna thank me for it. Nobodys ever made you feel this amazing so I deserve a thank you."

Tom just nodded a little as his breathing got more heavy, his moans muffled by the big hand covering his mouth and only got more frequent and louder as the man picked up the pace of his thrusts. Rolling his hips faster, making sure each thrust had him bottoming out in Tom and hitting his prostate.

It didn't take long for Tom's vision to white out as his thighs trembled and he came, shooting his load against the divider- it was the strongest orgasm he had ever had and the man just chuckled breathily against his ear, "Look at you, cumming handsfree. Someones enjoying this."

And thats when the man started to be a bit more intense, starting to thrust hard enough in and out of Tom to cause the wooden divider Tom was holding on to for dear life to shake and rattle a little and for Tom to start trembling with slight overstimulation.

It wasnt long till the man came inside Tom, pressing his chest against Toms back as he rolled his hips slower through his orgasm, slowly moving his hand from Tom's mouth to gently hold his throat, tilting his head back as he smirked and muttured, "What do you say, my good boy?"

"Than-Thank you, sir." Tom's voice was raspy and he let the title slip out from how submissive and foggy his head was feeling.

The man just smirked and slowly pulled out, pulling his trousers back on and buckling his belt and leaving Tom to sort himself out.

After about five minutes of straightening his clothes and trying to get the flush of his cheeks to go away, Tom walked out of the bathroom and rejoined his family- squirming a little as he sat down.

And as the groom took his place at the end of the aisle and the classic wedding march started to be played by the wedding band, Tom stood with his family and felt a pit in his stomach form as his eyes widened a little as he made direct eyecontact with the familiar grey-blue eyes of the man who had just fucked him in the bathroom.

Back during Oscar's first season as a driver with Mclaren he had a rather interesting interactiob with a fan that not many people know about or witnessed even though it had happened right there infront of camera's and interviewers.

It was just after the race at Silverstone, he hadn't done too bad- coming in fourth place, just missing podium- but he didn't mind as ut was a good race and like always he had had a good time.

He had just finished an interview and was about to leave the media pen when he was stopped by a random man who looked like he was with some sports channel- so of course he stopped, expecting another interview.

"You did really well out there today Oscar," the guy said with a polite smile, he had to be around twenty five- maybe twenty six- and he was just taller than the driver so Oscar had to tilt his chin up a little to look at his face. "Fourth place, not bad, how do you feel about that?"

"I think I did pretty well, sure maybe if I pushed a bit harder I could have got third but thats neither here nor there." Oscar shrugged a little as the guy nodded, it was at this point that Oscar noticed that the guy didn't put a microphone in his face or even had one.

"I see, I see." He nodded a little, smiling still. "I know from talking with other drivers that even after a race you can still be a bit high on adrenaline and a little tense, so why don't I help you with that?"

Oscar was about to ask what the guy meant when he pulled his phone out his pocket and as soon as Oscar looked at it, his eyes widened a little a bit as a hypnotic spiral swallowed all his attention. The spiral design drawing his widening eyes right to the center and keeping them there, vision blurring at the edges as he couldn't help but keep staring at it- barely registering as the man gently touched his chin.

"Thats a good boy, Oscar. Just keep staring, let each spin of the spiral pull you deeper and deeper into relaxation- into feeling good." The guy gently put his hand on Oscars shoulder- which had now slumped significantly as he started to relax- keeping the spiral in view of Oscars eyes and guided him to a mote secluded area.

"Dropping deeper and deeper, faster and faster. All you can see is the spiral, all you can hear in that pretty little head of yours is my voice. It feels so easy to just stare, to just listen, to just agree with whatever I say- isnt that right?"

"Y-yeah." Oscars voice was a lot more slurred then even he expected it to be, his Australian accent jad thickened and his voice had deepened just a little, if it wasnt for the hand on his shoulder he would be swaying like a branch in the wind.

"Good boy. So easy to listen and agree, listen and obey- the spiral swallowing any and all of your thoughts that might remain." The guy gave it a couple minutes, watching as Oscar's unblinking eyes had dilated and how his chest rose and fell in a relaxed rhythm. "In a moment, I'm going to snap my fingers and you will snap out of this trance but remain completely obedient to me- you will do whatever I say as its so easy to just agree with what I want- and whenever I say the words 'Lights out' you will slip back into trance. You wont have any memory of me hypnotizing you, just that I helped you feel really relaxed."

Oscar gave a brief nod of his head as the words sunk into his sunconscious mind and slotted into place like a puzzle piece and then the guy snapped his fingers.

Oscar blinked confusedly, eyes feeling dry as they briefly watered and he didn't see the man pocket his phone and he rubbed them with his hands for a second before staring at the guy who was smiling at him.

"See? I told you I could help you relax." The guy chuckled as he nodded at him, "You know, it might feel even better if you took off your fireproof shirt."

Oscar didn't even hesitate hands coming up to the hem of his shirt as he started to pull it up over his head and then down over his arms, slowly pulling it off as the guy just grinned at the blind obedience.

Once it was off, Oscar did look a bit confused considering that normally he wouldnt just take his shirt off for a random guy but the guy did help him relax so maybe he knee what he was talking about.

"Uh thanks for helping me out," Oscar said and wanted to say more but the guy just silenced him with a slight wave of his hand.

"No need to thank me, though I think you should join me for dinner tonight. We can discuss relaxation techniques in more detail." The guy smiled as he checked his watch, "Ah I've gotta go, here-" he handed Oscar a piece of paper with a phobe number on it, "text me when youre getting ready and I will tell you where to meet me."

Oscar stared at the piece of paper a bit confusedly for a second before looking up at the mans back as he walked away, calling out to him, "Hey wait, whats your name?"

"Just call me John!" John called back to him without turning his back, it was a fake name but Oscar wouldn't know that yet and eventually wouldn't even need to call him that if John played his cards right.

Oscar nodded to himself and continued with all his post race rituals and what he needed to do and by the time he got back to his hotel room he just wanted to crash in bed, but he didn't as he had to meet John for dinner. He sent a text telling him he was getting ready and after a quick shower he started to get fully ready.

He was in the process of buttoning up a shirt when his phone buzzed on the bedside table and he glanced at it, he was actually going to do this but he found himself smiling to himself...what could go wrong?

Tom has always had trouble sleeping. No matter how many therapists he spoke to, medical professionals he went to, remedies he tried- he always found himself sleeping for only a couple of hours every night.

It always seemed to get worst whenever he was working on a big project. Spider-man movies always causing the worst of it all.

It was a rather rainy night in London- it had been raining a lot lately- and Tom was stood in his apartment in just a pair of boxers and was staring aimlessly out at the London night skyline as rain drops slowly hit his window.

He sighed, "what a great time to stop drinking." Alcohol had always been one of his outs during these sleepless nights. If he got drunk enough that he blacked out and came to hours later in his bathtub still holding a half drunk can of beer then why should he have cared? But it was a problem and he did finally admit it and got himself sorted out.

He ran a hand through his hair as he turned away from the window ans noticed his phone on the coffee table had lit up, showing a picture of Harrison's caller ID. He frowned a little, it was nearly three in the morning...why was Harrison awake?

He answered the phone- half expecting to met with a groggy voice but instead Harrison sounded wide awake when he responded- and said, "Haz? Why are you awake?"

"So I was right," He sounded cocky and Tom raised an eyebrow, "You still cant sleep well? Buzz me in, I'm outside."

Tom blinked and went over to the panel by his apartment door and pressed the small button, Harrison hung up and within minutes he was coming through Tom's door with a smile. "Seriously, you havent found anything to help with the issue yet?"

"Alcohol helped...kinda-" Tom instantly noticed the frown on Harrison's face and he looked away, "but no, nothing else seems to work."

Harrison was wearing a rather nice shirt and he sat down on one of Tom's singular armchairs and smiled to himself. "I have an idea of how I can help, but youre gonna have to sit down and be quiet."

Tom scoffed, "you say that like I talk a lot." But Harrison just smiled a little, motioned to the sofa across from him and put a finger to his lips.

Tom rolled his eyes and sat down as instructed, instinctively leaning forward as if they were about to have a serious conversation. Harrison just smiled, "Nah Tom, sit back- it'll be better if you do that. Promise."

Tom slowly leaned back into the sofa with a raised eyebrow, Harrison smiled and nodded to himself. "Now close your eyes-" the confused look from Tom made him chuckle, "Come on Tom, I'm trying to help you here."

Tom huffed through his nose before slowly closing his eyes, his hands flexed open and closed on his exposed kneecaps and just waited for Harrison to do whatever he eas going to do.

"Alright, now Tom- I want you to just start my taking a few deep breaths. Get yourself into a rhythm where your breathing is nice and deep and relaxing, like when youre led in bed just before you do finally go to sleep." Harrison watched as Tom complied, breathing in slowly through his nose and exhaling through his mouth- his chest slowly rising and falling.

"Good. Very good. Now as your breathing deeply, I want you to focus on my voice but also the sound of the rain against the window." Harrison dropped his voice to a near whisper, so that Tom would need to focus fully on his voice to hear him and in a way that the rain became a nice background to him speaking. "And I want you to picture rain drops, falling from the sky."

Tom had always had a vivid imagination, he could physically see rain starting to fall as if he was looking out his window in the apartment from and they were just endlessly falling. It was actually rather relaxing.

"Now, I want you to imagine that theres a raindrop on a window, right at the very top. And its slowly moving down the window, I want you to watch that raindrop Tom- and as you do I want you to notice that as this raindrop travels down the window, youll find that your breathing will get even deeper...slower...and your muscles will get heavier.."

Tom's mental image of the raindrop was slowly moving down the pane of mental glass, and as it slowly progressed further down the glass Tom found that everything Harrison was saying was happening.

Harrison smiled as he watched Tom's shoulders start to slump and his breathing slow even more. "Good job, Tom...now in a moment im going to count down from five to one and as I do youll see that raindrop slowly fall from your window and into a small pool of water- and as it hits that water, youll fall into a nice, deep, sleep."

"Five...raindrop slowly travelling down the window." Harrison leaned forward, watching Tom closely, "Four...it slipping off the window and free falling, as it falls you follow it down...down...deeper into relaxation."

"Three...the droplet starts to pick up velocity, moving faster and faster, pulling you down faster." Tom's arms had got so relaxed his hands had slipped from his knees and hung loose at his side and he was struggling to keep his head up. "Two...getting drowzier...sleepier...ready to drop off at any moment."

"One...your so close now, on the precipice of sleeping." Harrison smiled as Tom's head was slowly nodding, as if he was generally about to fall asleep.

"And, Zero-" Tom's head lolled forward and Harrison had to catch Tom as his body slumped forward and he nearly fell off the sofa, Harrison slowly led him down on the sofa and dropped his voice to a whisper, right next to Tom's ear. "The rain drop hits a pool of water and as it connects the water ripples out and the water becomes calm...tranquil...nothing could disturb the pool of water in this state."

Harrison slowly put his arms under Tom and hauled him up slowly and gently, being careful as he carried him to his bedroom. "So deeply asleep...so relaxed..." as he set Tom into his bed and tucked him in he made sure his alarm was set, "Now...You wont wake up until you hear your alarm-"

Harrison then realised how dangerous that could be if something serious happened and slowly took off his own clothes, "or if you hear me trying to wake you...until either of these things happen, you will sleep so peacefully...the best sleep you have had in such a long time."

Harrison slowly climbed into the bed beside Tom and slowly and gently brushed a strand of hair of his forehead, he hadnt seen Tom look this peaceful in a long time. "Sleep well, Tom..."

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