Chapter 3: Rising Action
A few days later both men sit awkwardly the video infront of them ready to play . The video starts and the hypnotist appears again.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he purred. "Welcome back. I hope our last session left you feeling... enlightened."
Jake and Sam exchanged a glance, the memory of their mind-blowing experience fresh in their minds. They both nodded, too embarrassed to speak.
"Tonight," the hypnotist continued, "we're going to explore something even more... intimate. Are you ready?"
Sam swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto the screen. "Yeah," he whispered. "Let's do it."
Jake agreed, his voice barely audible.
The hypnotist reveals a sissy hypno file Jake and Sam no longer want to watch looking for the remote as the file begins playing. "Fuck!" Jake cursed as the hypnotist's voice filled the room, a deep, commanding purr that sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't want this, didn't want to be hypnotized again, but his body was already responding, his cock twitching in his jeans.
"Fuck," Sam echoed, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and arousal. "We need to turn this off." He lunged for the remote, but his hand swatted at empty air.
"Looking for this?" the hypnotist asked, his voice smooth as velvet. They saw the remote Sam reached for it but seeing a mindless Jake sliding it into his hole. Sam had moments before he too began listening to the sissy file.
The remote felt so warm, so inviting in Jake's hand. He grabbed Jake's arm, but Jake was already hypnotized, his eyes glazing over as he brought the remote to his ass.
"Fuck, no!" Sam cried out, but it was too late. Jake shoved the remote into his hole, a groan escaping his lips.
"Fuck, that feels so good," Jake moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. Sam watched in horror as Jake started masturbating, his free hand gripping his cock and stroking it furiously.
The hypnotist's voice was a constant drone in the background, his words dripping with false sweetness and sinister intent.
"You want to feel pretty, don't you, my dears?" the hypnotist cooed. "You want to look like a fucking doll, all made up and ready to please."
Jake's eyes were glazed over, his expression slack as he nodded mindlessly. "Yes," he whispered, his voice high-pitched and breathy. "I want to be pretty."
Sam's heart was pounding in his chest, his cock aching and desperate for release.
He couldn't believe this was happening again, couldn't believe he was about to watch his best friend, his fucking alpha male jock of a best friend, turn into a fucking doll. But there was nothing he could do. He was stuck, physically and mentally, as the hypnotist's voice washed over them both in waves of filthy, mind-altering commands.
"That's right, boys," the hypnotist purred. "You want to feel that tight, smooth skin against your fingers, don't you? Sam desperatel resisting then hears Jake’s words encouraging him to let himself become a hypnotized sissy , Sam's cock twitches again, aching with a desperate, painful need. He can feel his defenses crumbling, his resistance melting away like ice under the scorching heat of the hypnotist's voice.
"That's it, boys," the hypnotist whispered, his voice like a dark, sultry caress. "Let go of your hang-ups. Let go of your fears. Embrace your new selves."
Sam's eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling as he gave in. He felt like he was floating, his mind a swirling mess of filthy images and dirty thoughts.
He opened his eyes to see Jake, his once burly, macho best friend, now transformed into a slack-jawed doll of a man. Jake's thick beard had been shaved off, leaving behind smooth, soft skin. He wore a frilly pink tutu that accentuated his thick thighs, and his feet were stuffed into a pair of high-heeled shoes that made him wobble like a newborn fawn. His eyes were blank, his expression slack as he stroked his cock with one hand and fingered his asshole with the other.
"Fuck, Sammy," Jake cooed, his voice high-pitched and breathy.
"You look so fucking pretty. You should be like this too, all made up and ready to please."
Sam felt a shiver run down his spine at Jake's words, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. He could feel his body respond, his muscles relaxing as he let go of his last shred of resistance.
"That's right, boys," the hypnotist purred, his voice like a dark, seductive song. "Let's get you both pretty, shall we?"
Sam felt himself being drawn to the bathroom, his body moving of its own accord. He stood in front of the mirror, watching as Jake joined him, their reflections side by side. Jake and Sam awoke infront of the screen their straight rugby friends behind them stroking their cocks hypnotized. The two bimbos that were Sam and Jake knew their role now help these straight hunks become sissy fuckers too put masters file on and drain their minds and cocks.
Their friends were already hypnotized, their cocks rock hard and throbbing in their hands. Jake and Sam leaned in, their faces inches from the screen, their breaths coming in ragged pants.
"You're going to be so fucking pretty, boys," Jake cooed, his voice high-pitched and breathy. "Just like us."
Sam grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust and malice. "Yeah, and you're going to love it, fucking sluts.
You're going to love being filled, being used, being turned into little sissy fucktoys just like us," Sam added, his hand sliding down to his cock, which was rock hard and leaking precum. He gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes locked onto their hypnotized friends.
The straight jocks behind them moaned in response, their hands working their cocks faster, their eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and confusion.
Jake reached over and grabbed Sam's cock, giving it a rough squeeze. Then Sam and Jake mounted their friends cocks and began rapidly hypnotizing them into their personal dildos .
"Fuck, look at you, all hard and ready," Sam cooed to one of their friends. "You want to be a good little slut for us, don't you?" He pushed the friend's legs wider apart, positioning his own cock at the entrance to his buddy's now gape-ready hole.
"Fuck yeah, we want to use you," Jake echoed, lining up with their other friend. "You're gonna be our little fucktoys, ain't that right?"
Their friends moaned incoherently, their bodies completely under the hypnotist's control. They lifted the jocks meaty sweaty feet and began licking them clean with their tongues, their saliva dripping down, leaving trails of wetness.
Jake positioned his thick cock at the entrance of their friend’s asshole, his eyes locked onto Sam’s. “You ready for this, Sammy?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Sam laughed, a high-pitched, breathy sound that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. “Fuck yeah, I’m ready. Let’s turn these straight boys into our little fucktoys.”
Jake pressed the tip of his cock into the friend's asshole, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way as he pushed deeper.