He sat on stage thinking he wasn’t going to be hypnotized. Mark with his short black hair, preppy looks just sat, and skeptically listened to the hypnotist. He unbuttoned his purple shirt hoping to make himself more comfortable because he really wanted to be hypnotized. Mark always dreamed of falling under a hypnotists spell.
Mark wanted it so bad, but he never believed, it was impossible. He sat there and listened, and watched the hypnotist. Following him around with his eyes, and listening to what it was like to experience trance.
Trance always starts in the eyes, a little glaze, a little heaviness. Mark agreed.
Your body doesn’t have to feel completely heavy. The important thing is to listen, and follow along. Mark agreed.
Your body is not going to melt, you are not going to fall, and you are not going to go blank. Mark Agreed.
Until i say YesSleep, and Mark agreed and was lost.
His head went down, his chin on his chest, and for the first time, the word Sir entered his mind. He continued to listen, and it made him feel good. The hypnotist droned on, and yes, Mark continued to Sleep.
It felt so good. To listen, to respond, and to obey, Yes SLeep.
Finally, Mark opened his eyes again, and what he saw made him so aroused.
He saw another guy who was up on stage with him dryhumping another hypnotized victim.
Mark wanted so much to be the one was being fucked. He wanted to obey, and be bent over so he could feel another man take control of him. He watched, and wished that he was the one bottoming and obeying.
But he was obeying, the hypnotist said something else, and his eyes closed again.
The last anyone saw of Mark, he was sitting frozen, hypnotized with his mouth hanging open, ready to suck, ready to obey.