Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 13:31:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Grant Colby <colby4347@yahoo.com>
Subject: Days: Hypnotic Games

  This story is a work of fiction based characters in
the television series "Days Of Our Lives" and
"Passions".  Days of Our Lives characters are
trademarks of and copyright Corday Productions Inc.,
in association with Columbia Pictures Television.
Passions characters are are the property of Outpost
Farms Productions and NBC Studios (US).


    It was a slow day at Dot Com. The usual after
school teen crowd hadn't shown up in it's usual
numbers.

    Philip Kiriakis and Mimi Lockhart were seated at a
table together, neither of them saying much. Philip's
mind was on Chloe, as usual, and Mimi... well, did
anyone ever know where Mimi's mind was at any given
moment?

    "We need to get Shawn to tell us the truth about
Jan's baby!" Mimi declared.

    "What truth?" Philip asked. "He's the father. He
cheated on Belle."

    "Philip, there's something he's hiding. I know
there is!" Mimi declared.

    "So what do you want to do about it? Tie him up
and not let him go until he talks?" Philip asked, a
grin spreading across his face. The more he thought
about, the more he was certain that Mimi really
wouldn't mind having Shawn Brady tied up and at her
mercy.

    "No, but I have an idea. I was reading this book
Kevin gave me the other day, and it just made perfect
sense!"

    "What did?" Philip asked, his mind still half
lingering on the image of Shawn tied to a bed while
Mimi had her way with him.

    "Hypnosis!" Mimi declared, sitting back and
smiling proudly at the brilliance of her own idea.

    "What? Are you high, Mimi? Have you been toking
up?" Philip laughed derisively.

    "No! It works, Philip. If we could just get Shawn
under hypnosis, he'd tell us the truth!"

    "And how do you think we're going to get him under
hypnosis?" Philip asked. "Wave a watch in front of his
face in history class?"

    "No! See, I was reading that there are other forms
of hypnosis than just the whole 'you're getting
sleepy' routine. There's this drug that you can give
someone that induces the hypnotic state within
minutes!" Mimi explained, excited at her own superior
knowledge of the subject.

    "Okay. So, where do we get this  drug? Salem
Place? C'mon, Mimi!" Philip shook his head.

    "I don't know. Dr. Evans probably has some. Or any
other psychiatrist. Or, if you had the right
connections, you could probably get it," Mimi mused.

    "Yeah, great. I'll call up Belle's mom and say
'Hey Doc, lend me some of that hypno wonder drug, will
you?'" Philip rolled his eyes.

    "Shut up!" Mimi sighed. She knew Philip was right.
"We could just try it the old fashioned way, I guess."

    "Yeah, good luck with all that, Mimi," Philip
laughed, standing up.

    He headed for his car in the parking lot of Dot
Com. Mimi Lockhart and her nutty ideas! Although,
Philip realized that he wouldn't mind getting Shawn
under hypnosis, just to mess with him a bit. Ask him
things like "How often do you beat off?" and "How big
is your dick?", things that guys would never admit
truthfully in the normal scheme of things. Just so he
could torment him later, if he wanted to.

    Philip got in his car and put the keys in the
ignition. Before he could actually start the car,
though, a pair of hands grabbed him from behind his
seat.

    "What the-" Philip didn't have time to finish his
startled exclamation. A rag soaked in choloroform was
placed over his nose and mouth and within seconds the
world went black for Philip Kiriakis.

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    Things were quiet at the Brady house. Bo and Hope
had taken JT over to Gran's house for the afternoon
and Jan was asleep in her room.

    In his own room, Shawn Brady was laying shirtless
on his bed, his hands behind his head as he stared up
at the ceiling.

    Was he doing the right thing? Was sacrificing his
relationship with Belle in order to save an unborn
child noble, or just stupid? Shawn couldn't decide.

    He loved Belle so much. He wanted to spend the
rest of his life with her, making her happy. But Jan's
baby would have died if he hadn't agreed to pretend to
be the father. She would have had the abortion.

    It was all so complicated. But, that was life.
Shawn had learned that at a very early age, as all
kids did in Salem.

    Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Shawn sighed and
rolled up into a sitting position. For a second he
contemplated letting whoever it was just think that
the house was empty. But then he remembered that Jan
was napping and it was probably best for the baby that
she not be woken up.

    Shawn charged down the stairs, hurrying before the
bell could be rung again. He opened the front door and
looked around in surprise.

    There was nobody there. "Hello?" Shawn called out,
just to be sure. No one answered.

    "Weird," Shawn muttered. As he started to close
the door, Shawn was grabbed roughly from behind. He
felt a jolt of surprise and fear- someone was in the
house!- but before he could even begin to struggle, a
rag dipped in chloroform was placed over his mouth,
putting out all the lights for Shawn Brady.

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    The blackness began to fade a bit. Slowly, Philip
began to swim towards consciousness, his mind fuzzy.
His eyes felt too heavy to open. He struggled with
that for a few minutes, slipping back and forth
between being halfway conscious and mostly
unconscious.

    Finally, though, he managed to open his eyes a
bit. His mind was groggy, but he tried to focus, to
take in what was going on. He had no idea where he
was, or how he'd come to be there. Casting his mind
back, he tried to remember something... anything.

    Mimi. He remembered being at Dot Com with Mimi.
What the hell was going on? One second he's with Mimi,
the next he's.. where?

    Philip heard a soft groan to his left. Someone
else was nearby! He forced his eyes open wider and
managed to turn his head in the direction of the moan.

    He saw a long, metallic table, like the kind you
see on TV shows. TV shows where they show bodies in
the getting ready for autopsies. The thought gave
Philip a chill as he realized that he himself was
laying on just such a table.

    The moaner next to him was a guy close to his own
age, a dark haired guy that Philip had never seen
before. He looked like he might be Latino. He seemed
to be mostly unconscious, despite the moan. Philip
looked at him for awhile, willing him to wake up so at
least he wouldn't be alone.

    "Help me," Philip felt a jolt rush through his
body, though it was too sluggish to respond
physically. The voice, no more than a weak croak, had
come from the other side of him.

    Slowly, Philip turned his head in the other
direction. He saw an identical table as the one to his
left, with another guy laying on it. This guy was
dressed in shorts, with no shirt on. A silver cross
was gleaming on his bare chest. Philip felt a start of
recognition. He'd seen that chest before. Many times
Philip had found himself almost mesmerized at the
gleaming silver cross bouncing against Shawn's sweaty
upper chest as they played one on one in the park.

    "Shawn?" Philip tried to ask. His own voice came
out sounding rusty and unused, a frog's croak.

    The guy on the other table turned his head towards
Philip.

    "Phil?" Shawn's eyes were filled with fear and
confusion.

    "Yeah. What's going on?" Philip asked.

    "I don't-"

    "Good morning, gentleman." Shawn's answer was
interrupted by a voice from somewhere else in the
room. It wasn't a voice weakened, as their own voices
were. It was a strong, confident voice. "I'm glad
you're awake."

    Shawn recognized the voice. It harkened back to
the hallways at school.

    "Kev.. Kevin?" Shawn croaked out.

    "That's right. Gold star for you, Shawn," Kevin
Lambert grinned as he walked closer and looked down at
his two schoolmates.

    "What.. what's going..." Philip tried to croak
out.

    "What's going on? You guys are about to become my
greatest experiment! Congratulations!"

    "You.. you kidnapped us?" Shawn asked.

    "That is a correct hypothesis, Shawn. Of course, I
couldn't do it on my own. I had to have help. As you
saw on the Island last summer, I do have an impressive
upper body. But I needed someone even more buff than I
am, to make sure you didn't get away," Kevin
explained.

    "Who?" Philip asked.

    "Number one, come out here!" Kevin called out. It
sounded like an order.

    Both boys watched as Brandon Walker came into view
from someone just outside of the room.

    "Brandon? Why?" Philip demanded weakly.

    "Oh, he can't answer you. You see, gentleman,
Brandon Walker was my prototype for this experiment.
That's why I call him number one. He's completely
under my control. As you will be," Kevin grinned.

    "That's crazy," Shawn groaned. "I don't believe
you."

    "I don't have to prove anything. You'll see soon
enough. But, what the heck? Let me show you, anyway,"
Kevin smiled.

    "Number one. Remove all your clothes," Kevin
commanded.

    Shawn Brady and Philip Kirakis watched in shock as
Brandon Walker quickly stripped off his shirt and and
began to undo his pants.

    Soon the hunk stood before them, completely naked.
Philip couldn't help darting his eyes down to check
out the size of Brandon's member. Size always
interested Philip, even in a situation like this. It
was automatic. Brandon seemed to be well hug. The slab
of meat hanging between his legs looked to be about
five inches, soft.

    "Now I'll show you how completely I really am in
control," Kevin declared. "Brandon, get hard."

    Shawn and Philip's eyes both dropped involuntarily
to Bradon's dick. Without even being touched, it began
to rise to it's full length.

    "What... what's going on?" Philip jumped a little
as a new voice broke his amazed attention to Brandon's
incredibly rising cock. The voice belonged to the
third guy in the room, the one one the table to his
left.

    "Ah, good. You're awake, too. Now the experiment
can really begin! Oh, where are my manners. Shawn
Brady and Philip Kirakis, this is Miguel
Lopez-Fitzgerald. He's from out of town. Miguel, this
is Shawn and Philip. The three of you are all going to
know each other really well by the time this day is
over."

 TO BE CONTINUED??