Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 14:14:49 -0700 (PDT)
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The House Boy's Summer
Chapter 2: Shower Power
Part 3: Commit

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I swayed in drunken anticipation, "So you want to do this?"  I asked him
curiously, wondering what exactly was going through his mind.

"Alright," He nodded.  "Stand in front of the stool, in the inspection
position.  I was setting up while you were upstairs, so I'm basically
ready."  I moved over to in front of the stool, putting my hands behind my
head and spreading my legs a bit.  I faced towards the TV, figuring it made
sense to put my ass to the stool and my eyes to the screen where Chris's
porno would undoubtedly play.  "I'm gonna be behind you the whole time," He
said from somewhere over by the bar, "but I don't want you to look at me.
You should try to face forward the whole time, okay?"

"Yes sir," I replied with a nod, wondering what images would greet me on
the screen when it turned on.

"Alright," I heard Chris click a light switch as the room suddenly lost two
thirds of its light, "I'm gonna turn the lights off and start the movie.
Are you ready for this?"

"Ready," I said, confidently puffing out my chest.  Out of the corner of my
eye I noticed Chris set down a small fold out table next to me, within
reach of the chair.

"I'm putting some lube and a beer over here for you," Chris informed me,
"I'll lube the dildo while I'm talking to you, but if you need more it's
right over here."

I looked seductively behind me, but grabbed hold of the beer bottle he had
put out, "Let's get this show on the road," I said, raising my eyebrows
before turning back to face the television, which was now displaying a
bluish video selection screen.

"No problem," Chris replied with a tone that sounded as if I had just asked
him to open a treasure chest, "take a sip of that beer, keep your eyes on
the screen and prepare to be hypnotized."

I took a sip of the beer and waited for a moment as the screen flickered to
black and then started to fade into the image of a bedroom.  There were
two, shirtless, model-quality guys sitting on the bed.  Speaking words I
couldn't hear and giving big smiles of perfect teeth.  It was another blond
and brunette movie, and the names "Luke and Zander" flew onto the screen
identifying them respectively.  They were clearly being coaxed by someone
behind the camera to show off their bodies, as the blond haired Luke
laughed a hearty laugh, but complied by slowly flexing one arm, feeling his
muscle with the other hand.  Even though barely anything was happening in
the video, I could feel myself getting quickly sucked into it.

"How are you feeling, Aaron?"  Chris asked in a relatively monotone voice
from somewhere behind me.

I wobbled a bit, but confidently took a big gulp of my beer as I watched
Zander feel down Luke's chest and abs, "I'm alright," I told Chris, "I
don't think the hypnosis is as strong without sound."

Chris laughed, "Are you concentrating on the screen?"

"Yes sir," I replied, feeling like that was kind of a stupid induction
question.

"That's good," Chris told me, "I want you to concentrate on the screen, but
I also want you to listen to the sound of my voice.  Can you do that?"

"Yeah," I nodded, not taking my eyes off of Luke and Zander as they leaned
in for a first kiss, clearly still being coaxed by some unseen voice.  "I'm
focusing hard on the screen and listening to everything you're saying."

Chris spoke softly and slowly, almost as if he was trying to be soothing,
"That's good Aaron.  Just watch the screen and listen to my voice.
Concentrate hard on the screen and my voice..."

I smiled, drunkenly deciding to tell him, "You've got a nice voice," right
around the time that Luke began to unbutton Zander's pants.

"That's good Aaron," Chris said again, easily returning me to his voice, "I
want you to watch the screen, listen to my voice, and relax.  Take a few
deep breaths: in and out," I followed his instructions as he timed my slow
deliberate breaths.  I was definitely feeling the hypnosis now: my eyes
were glued to the screen, and I couldn't have torn myself away from Chris's
words even if I had wanted to.  I was just thinking that maybe I shouldn't
have gulped my beer when Chris said, "Take a sip of your beer, put it down,
and relax.  You should feel very relaxed right now."

I did as he asked, taking a few more sips of beer before putting it down on
the table beside me.  I was taking slow deliberate breaths now, helplessly
glued to the two muscular guys on the screen in front of me, watching them
make out and stroke each other's dicks.  My dick was also quickly getting
hard, pushing against my jockstrap as it started to get full up.  "I'm
horny," I told Chris, not quite able to think anymore.

"Take off your jockstrap," Chris allowed, "but then return to the
inspection position, don't touch your dick."

"Thanks," I smiled, putting my thumbs under my waistband and pushing my
jockstrap to the ground.  I stepped out of the elastic straps and pushed it
gently to the side with my foot, before spreading my legs and placing my
hands back behind my head.  It was definitely more comfortable to have my
dick free and pointing forward, and I found the cool air against it worked
at slowing its growth.

"Aaron," Chris began, "I want you to listen to my voice.  Are you listening
to my voice Aaron?"

"Yes sir," I replied, watching Zander the black haired hunk slowly make out
with Luke's hard dick; slipping his mouth down the shaft all the way to the
blond pubic hair.

"It feels good to listen and to focus on the screen," He told me, and I
agreed that it did feel good, "You feel so relaxed, so safe.  You feel able
to listen and to respond truthfully."

My dick was fully hard now as I admired the porn star skillfully suck on
the balls of his playmate.  I was taking slow deep breaths, so slow and
deep that it took me a few seconds to respond, "I'm relaxed," but then
somehow managed to add on for good measure, "I trust you sir."

"I want to ask you a few questions Aaron," Chris said softly, as if
trotting on a delicate issue, "and I want you to answer honestly.  Each
time you answer my questions honestly you feel good.  You feel so good and
so relaxed, so much more relaxed than you did before.  Do you want to
answer honestly?"

"Yes," I said honestly, causing my dick to jump and my body to slump a bit
in relaxation.

"That's good Aaron.  Try to stand up straight, and try to avoid orgasm.  In
a minute you can sit down, once you're more relaxed."  I straightened
myself up a bit, giving me a more central view of the porn stars as they
flip flopped so that now the blond Luke was sucking on Zander.  "Just focus
on the screen, take slow deep breaths, and listen to my voice," Chris
reminded me, "How old are you Aaron?"

"I'm fourteen," I said with a sigh, happy that he was giving me such easy
questions.

"And how old were you when you first started liking girls?"

I shook my head, "Looking back on it, I'm not really sure I ever did like
girls."  It felt so good to finally admit that, I'm not sure I had ever
said it out loud before.

"Do you know when you first began to like guys?"

I smiled contentedly, taking a deep breath in before saying, "I was
twelve," Chris didn't ask me another question immediately, so I felt
inclined to add, "I was a late bloomer."

"Tell me about your first big crush."

I was a little disappointed that Chris hadn't phrased this as a question,
but still obliged with a reply of, "His name was Henry, really nice British
kid.  He was only at our school for a couple of years; changed next to me
in the locker room for gym.  I made fun of him for playing soccer, told him
soccer was for guys not strong enough to play lacrosse."

"Did you make fun of him for being gay?"  Chris asked.

"No," I let out a short drunken laugh, "I'm not a hypocrite, just stupid."

"You're not stupid," Chris said, not entirely able to mask his disappointed
tone, "your first gay crush is hard.  You shouldn't feel stupid for finding
it difficult to handle.  Tell me, did you ever masturbate while thinking
about Henry?"

My dick jumped at this question, and I found myself wanting to stroke it,
"Yes sir," I said guiltily, "I couldn't help it.  I'd stroke my dick and
think about him in his underwear.  I always wanted the guts to pants him so
I could see his dick, but I never got the courage."

At this point I was pretty much zonked, and I think Chris realized it.
Without missing a beat he had moved closer behind me, "How do you feel,
Aaron, do you feel relaxed?"  He asked, another easy question.

"Yes," I breathed out, "So good, so relaxed."

"I want you to focus on the screen," Chris instructed, "Do you see how much
Zander likes getting fucked up his butt by Luke?"

"I see," I said, watching as Luke's long smooth shaft slid deep into
Zander's slippery butt hole, pausing for a moment before pulling back out
again.

"I'm going to have you sit down soon, but first you're going to have to
take in a whole penis, just like Zander.  It is going to feel so good to
take in this penis, so natural.  You will feel so relaxed when you do it."

I nodded my agreement, feeling my heart pick up pace a bit as my mind and
body prepared for gay sex, "I'm ready," I told Chris, wanting nothing more
than to be enjoying myself as much as Zander.

"Then perch yourself up on the chair, like I showed you earlier.  Place the
entrance to your hole right at the top of the dildo."

I stepped back, keeping my eyes on the screen with the heavenly butt
pounding.  Luke's fat dick was sliding in and out of Zander with such ease,
and Zander was nothing but moans and smiles.  I felt behind me for the
chair, and placed my hands on either side while cautiously finding the
right rung with my right foot.  I lifted myself up using my foot and my
hands, while swinging the left leg around to the other side and perching
myself awkwardly above the dildo, asshole hovering right above its head.

"Lower yourself down slowly," Chris said softly from behind me, masking the
less important sound of a lubricant being squirted, "Rub your hole back and
forth on the head until you feel properly lubed."

"Yes sir," I said, unable to think about anything but the movie and Chris's
instructions.  I cautiously lowered myself down until my skin made contact
with the hard object.  I found a glob of lubricant waiting at the top for
me, so I spread my cheeks a bit with my hands and used the dildo to rub it
back and forth across my hole.  It was incredibly effective lube, very
slippery and a bit warm.  After only a moment of rubbing, the outside of my
hole felt like it was dripping wet.  I began to push down on the head,
ready to take the rest of that cock inside of me -- ready to feel like
Zander -- but Chris grabbed my sides and held me up.

"Before you do that," Chris said over the sound of squirting more lube, "I
want you to listen to a few more instructions.  Are you relaxed and ready
to hear my instructions?"

"Yes sir," I sighed, placing my hands back on the chair for balance, and
using my butt muscles to keep the lube moving across my hole.

"That's good," Chris praised, "You feel so good and so relaxed.  You are
ready to take this penis, and every inch of it that goes inside of you will
make you feel twice as relaxed as you did before.  You will also be twice
as focused on the sound of my voice.  You like my voice and trust me to
always tell you the truth.  Do you trust me to tell you the truth?"

"Yes sir," was my reply.

"How relaxed will you feel with every inch of penis?"

I sighed, barely able to keep myself from plunging down onto the dildo,
"Twice as relaxed as I was before."

"Good Aaron," Chris told me, "You feel so good, you can lower yourself down
onto the dildo now."

I grabbed my ass with my hands again, pulling my cheeks apart and setting
my hole back on the hard object.  I pushed down with my legs, causing the
head to pop pass the entrance to my hole, and me to involuntarily moan
aloud.  I could feel a slight burning sensation as I went passed the first
inch, but at Chris's coaxing a few deep breaths got me to inch two, by
which point I was so relaxed that I easily slid to twice that amount before
stopping.

"Good job," Chris said, sensually rubbing my lower back, "It feels so good
to slide the dildo into you.  You feel so relaxed.  Take deep breaths,
relax, and push down even further."

I did as I was told, resting for only a few moments until the burning
sensation subsided again, and then pushing down another couple of inches.
I was completely gone by that point, feeling more relaxed and willing to
listen than I ever had in my entire life.  There was nothing in the world
now except the humping guys in front of me, the massive dildo inside of me,
and Chris's voice behind me.  "Mmmm," I sighed, pushing down again and
sliding slowly passed the last couple of inches.  I was taking very deep
breaths as I slid down, ignoring whatever remained of the dull burning
sensation.  As my ass finally made contact with the chair I almost closed
my eyes from the feeling of being able to relax my legs, I hadn't realized
how much I had used them in order to hold myself up.  Somehow I managed to
stay focused on the screen, where the bottom was on his back, with his legs
spread wide, and the top's dick sliding in and out of his willing hole.  I
managed to tell Chris, "I'm sitting down," and then adjusted myself to be
comfortable on the dildo.

Chris rewarded my declaration by reaching around my body and giving my dick
three good strokes.  The action somehow eliminated any discomfort I had
from the dildo, and I found myself thanking him profusely for the attention
-- despite the fact that it was limited.  Chris, however, ignored my
appreciation, and continued to pursue his own agenda.  "You are so relaxed
now Aaron, so relaxed that you can't orgasm.  You're so relaxed, so horny,
but unless someone helps you to orgasm it would just take too much effort."

"Agreed," I sighed wishing I could feel like the bottom in the video who
was now shooting a large gratifying load as the top stroked his dick.  I
definitely would need a top to help me out if I was going to shoot, without
someone's help I would just be left horny.

"That's a good boy Aaron," Chris told me, "it feels so good to listen and
do what you're told."

I chuckled drunkenly, which had the odd effect of causing the dildo to go
up and down on my insides, "I love doing what I'm told, I'm a total
bottom."

Chris was rubbing my shoulders now, and I accidentally found myself closing
my eyes, "You trust me, don't you Aaron?"

"Yeah..." I whispered, slumping my back into his grip, involuntarily doing
a small jump up and down on the dildo.  He responded by reaching around my
naked body and squeezing me gently in a warm embrace.

"That's good," He whispered into my left ear, "I'm glad you trust me.  Why
don't you close your eyes and think about nothing but the sound of my
voice."

"My eyes are already closed," I smiled, happy that I could anticipate his
wishes, "I'm very relaxed," was my explanation.

Chris coaxed me on, "You feel so good.  You love the feeling of penis
inside of you.

My butt hole practically began beating in time with my heart when he said
this, my dick did a few jumps.  I was filled with the desire to fuck myself
a bit, but with Chris holding onto me the most I could do was tell him, "I
want to be fucked.  Penis feels so good."  He grabbed hold of my nipples
with his fingers, and through a process of gentle squeezing and massage he
pushed them so that they were stiff and pointing outwards.  I might've been
drooling a bit at this point, though I was so out of it that it was hard to
tell.  Chris nibbled on my ear a bit and I accidentally groaned out loud,
"I need help to cum."

This exclamation caused Chris to giggle, "I'll help you cum soon, Aaron,
but first you have to learn how to be a good bottom.  You want to learn how
to be a good bottom, don't you Aaron?"

Of course I had no choice but to answer, "Yes sir."

Chris seemed pleased, "You want to work hard to be a good bottom, you want
to work hard to do what you're told."

"So hard," I said, not sure if I was talking about working to be a good
bottom or the state of my cock.

"A good bottom," Chris instructed, "learns how to control his need to
orgasm, he only orgasms when it is appropriate."

I didn't really understand what Chris was saying, but I still found myself
asking, "When can I orgasm?"

I could feel Chris's hot breath on my ear, "A good bottom does not always
get to orgasm, you're a good bottom, right?"

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't honestly disagree, "I try to be a good
bottom," I assured Chris.

"Then sometimes," Chris went on, "you don't get to orgasm even though you
want to.  You try to orgasm only when it is right for a good bottom to do
so."

Even though this seemed obvious enough, I found myself clarifying with, "I
only orgasm like a good bottom."

Chris giggled again, "A good bottom orgasms when his top tells him it is
okay to do so.

This made perfect sense to me, "I always do what I'm told," I explained to
Chris, "if ordered to orgasm I will."

I felt Chris shrug his body, almost as if I hadn't gotten this exactly
right, but he continued on, "You orgasm when you receive permission.  If
you are pleasuring a top and he orgasms inside you, even with a condom on,
that is like the top giving you permission."

I agreed, "I cum when I am given permission.  A top orgasming inside me
gives me permission to cum."

Chris rewarded this response by giving my cock a short, quick stroke.  "You
feel very ashamed if you accidentally orgasm without permission.  So
ashamed that you must tell your top about it if you do.  You tell your top
even if they punish you, because although you don't like being punished,
you still need it -- it's the only way you can learn to be a good bottom."

I could practically feel the shame that Chris was describing burning in my
cheeks.  It was wrong to orgasm without permission, a good bottom would
never do that.  "I want to be a good bottom," I admitted to Chris, "I want
to learn to orgasm only when I am told."

"Yes, you need to learn that," Chris told me, "but there is more to being a
good bottom than just sex.  A good bottom also takes care of his mind and
his body.  A good bottom keeps a regular routine to work and sculpt the
muscles on his body.  A good bottom tries to do well in school, to learn as
much as he can as accurately as he can."

This actually seemed to make less logical sense, but because the words were
coming from Chris I knew that they had to be true.  I agreed out loud that
I needed to work out, that a "good bottom is good at sex, and being good at
sex means being athletic."  The second part about my mind, however, took a
moment or two to actually sink in.  "I want to be smart," I eventually
found myself telling Chris, "stupid bottoms can't attract a good top."

"Exactly," Chris rubbed my chest in congratulations, "A good top also wants
a bottom who can cook, and clean, and is willing to take care of him
sexually, mentally, and physically."

"Yes," I sighed, now fully understanding where Chris was coming from, "To
be a good bottom I have to take care of myself and my top."

"Exactly," Chris said, "you've done very well tonight, I'm proud of you.
In a minute I am going to give you permission to orgasm, and it will be the
most intense and important orgasm you have ever had in your life.  You will
feel the orgasm radiate from your ass, up your spine to your brain, and
down your legs to your toes.  You will feel it across your entire body."

This sounded amazing, and I knew for certain that I was drooling now.  I
even had to suck some of the spit back into my mouth just to say, "I want
to feel so good, I want to cum so bad."

"When I tell you to," Chris went on, "you will have a whole body orgasm,
and everything you've learned tonight will sink in and you will know it to
be true.  From now on you will do your best to be a good bottom, won't you
Aaron?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me a question, I nearly shot my load
without permission when I truthfully answered, "Yes, I want to be a good
bottom."

"You are even willing to be hypnotized," Chris told me, "if it means being
a good bottom."

"Yes sir," I said, as it was all I could do to not beg for an orgasm, "I am
always willing to be hypnotized."

"Very good Aaron," I could hear a huge smile in Chris's voice, "Being
hypnotized feels good, being hypnotized is very relaxing.  Whenever you
hear the words 'cum sucker, cock bucket' you will know it is time to be
hypnotized."  I paused again, not really sure why those particular words
would indicate that it's time to by hypnotized, but before I could protest
Chris continued, "Whenever you hear the words 'cum sucker, cock bucket',
you will focus on the person speaking and feel very relaxed, as relaxed as
you feel now.  The more times you hear 'cum sucker, cock bucket' the more
focused you will be and the more relaxed you will feel."

"Yes," I agreed, feeling like I'd agree to anything if it meant I could
reach orgasm sooner, "The words 'cum sucker, cock bucket' make me feel
hypnotized."

"The words 'cum sucker, cock bucket' hypnotize you," Chris corrected.

For some reason I felt like this cleared everything up, "'Cum sucker, cock
bucket' hypnotizes me," I told Chris, knowing that it was true.

"Very good Aaron," Chris said again, "Very good.  Now, when I say 'up --
down' you will slide at least half way up on the dildo, but farther if you
want, and then all the way back down.  The third time your ass reconnects
with the chair you will have the best orgasm you have ever experienced, and
you will become fully awake and aware, remembering everything you've
learned tonight, and knowing that it's true.  Do you understand?"

"Yessss..." I moaned, barely able to contain my excitement.

"Up -- down," Chris said gleefully, letting go of my body just as I pushed
myself halfway up the dildo before sliding merrily back down.  It felt
amazing, being fucked like that, I could barely contain the fluid from
spurting out of my dick.

"Are you gay Aaron?"  Chris asked, and I had no choice but to respond in
the affirmative, "Up -- down," he said, causing me to go for another ride
on the massive cock.  "Are you a bottom Aaron?"  He asked as I reached the
bottom of the dildo again.

"I am a gay bottom," I told Chris truthfully, "I love cock and always do
what I'm told."

"Are you ready to orgasm?" He asked, now standing somewhere in front of me.

I was very truthful, "I need to orgasm sir."

"What do the words 'cum sucker, cock bucket' do?"  He coaxed.

"They hypnotize me sir," I could barely stand it, the good feeling I was
getting from answering honestly was just too much.

"Up -- down," He said, "you have permission to orgasm."

It was incredible, unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my
life.  I was totally fine sliding up on the dildo, but as soon as I started
sliding back down I could feel my insides filling with pleasure.  As the
dildo made its way deeper inside of me I could feel its size radiating up
my spine, going straight to my head which began swimming with sexual
thoughts.  I saw Luke and Zander, fucking, sucking, caressing each other.
I saw Jake's backside, I imagined myself licking up and down his ass crack.
I saw Henry in that preadolescent locker room, drooling at the thought of
seeing and sucking his cock.

As my ass connected with the chair again I couldn't contain myself anymore.
My toes curled, my balls tightened, and I moaned aloud as I felt the orgasm
make its way up the shaft of my cock.  It was an odd sensation, waking up
to the site of Chris's half naked body, his sexy top half stuffed inside
his tight blue jeans.  I was screaming out loud, like a porn star receiving
the fuck of their lives.  My cock spasmed uncontrollably as it squirted
rope after rope of thick cum all over the floor.  I was moaning, and
groaning, and even doing short strokes up and down on the dildo inside of
me.  I was in heaven, and it was probably about thirty seconds before the
orgasm began to subside and I realized where I was and what I was doing.
Everything Chris had told me during our hypnosis session was quickly
sinking from my conscious mind into the back of my head, and I found myself
smiling a drunk and sheepish smile at him.

"That was incredible," I said, happy to see that his lips were also curved
into a big smile, "I had no idea hypnosis could be like that."

Chris slid his arms across his chest, "I'm glad you liked it," He said,
"We'll be doing it again a lot."

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Author's Notes:

That's the end of Chapter 2!  Chapter 3 will be about Aaron's first morning
as a houseboy, but then I'll start skipping ahead to later in the summer.
Got any thoughts?  Comments?  General ideas?  Then send them over to
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