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Subject: M/M Story: Team Hypnotherapy
Date: 17 Jun 1996 20:39:06 GMT
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INTRODUCTION

	With all due apologies to women's groups and the politically correct 
crowd, great sex is about power. Whether the turn-on comes from wielding power 
or submitting to it, nothing raises the level of erotica to a frenzy like the 
moment when raw, animal domination occurs. Unfortunately, we have trained our 
conscious minds to fear and resist power. This may serve us well in everyday 
settings, but in a sexual situation, those defenses can be a real hard-on 
killer.
	Since the conscious mind is subservient to (controlled by) the 
unconscious mind, it is possible to unleash our hunger for power by 
communicating directly with the unconscious mind through hypnosis. When a 
suggestion is accepted by the unconscious mind, the conscious mind has no 
choice but to go along. The trick is bypassing the conscious barriers we have 
erected, and going directly to the point of arousal - after which the libido 
takes over.
	While there are countless references available on the mechanics of 
hypnotic induction, when using hypnosis to enhance sex, a very deep level of 
trust is essential. You're dealing with deep-seated fears and taboos here, and 
plain, vanilla hypnotic techniques may well backfire and/or cause harm when 
sexual defenses are challenged. There is no substitute for professional 
training before undertaking such a task. And, while it is not recommended for 
the novice, sexual enhancement through hypnosis can be both powerful and 
effective. 
	Hypnotic seduction, however, is both unethical and illegal. Perhaps 
that's why the notion is so exciting:

HEAD DOCTOR VISITS THE LOCKER ROOM

	"Men, this is Dr. Raflat. He's a sports psychologist," the coach 
began.
	Groans and nervous snickers could be heard around the locker room, 
where our varsity football team had gathered in full pads before the afternoon 
practice. I could understand my teammates' attitude. Between back-breaking 
exercise, long hours, instrusive physicals and random drug tests, it sometimes 
seemed like being a high school athlete was just one humiliating experience 
after another. Now the coach had trotted out this head doctor, who was gonna 
snap his fingers and make us winners. Yeah, right. 
	I, however, simply smiled contently, knowing the end result would be 
better than what the coach could possibly imagine. 
	Since I've started seeing Dr. Raflat in private therapy, my coke habit 
is under control, and I'm playing the best football of my life. When the coach 
asked me what had turned things around, I told him about Dr. Raflat. 
Apparently, the coach and the doctor had gotten together and decided that what 
had worked so well for me was worth a try with the whole team. Only I knew 
that what Dr. Raflat had in mind went slightly beyond athletic performance.
	"OK, put a sock in it," the coach was saying. "I don't want to hear 
any arguments. The doctor has a program which will help each of you realize 
his full potential. It is used by many of the most famous college coaches in 
the game today, and it DOES work. He'll meet with you once a week for the next 
few weeks, which means we won't be working out on those days..." he paused as 
cheers broke out, "...but anyone who gives him any trouble gets 20 extra laps, 
so you'd better do exactly what he says. OK, Doc, they're all yours." The 
coach walked out of the training room and went to his office to jack off into 
dirty magazines.
	"Alright, guys, the reason I am here is to help you think like winners 
and play like winners. Just as you've trained your bodies to run laps and push 
those weights around, you can also train your mind to react to every game 
situation like a pro. Now, some of the things that we'll be doing here may 
seem silly, but there's a good reason for each exercise. If you do exactly 
what I say, you can get in touch with your unconscious mind, which, when 
properly trained, can make split-second game decisions much more efficiently 
than your conscious mind." The doctor paused.
	"Is there anyone here who doesn't really want to be a winner?" No one 
dared raise his hand. "OK, then let's get started.
	"What we are going to do here is teach our minds to completely relax. 
When totally relaxed, your unconscious mind absorbs and responds to beneficial 
suggestions without the normal screening process of your conscious mind. 
	"Let's say you're an offensive lineman crouched in position. Just 
before the snap, the defense shifts formation. You notice the new formation 
suggests a blitz. By the time your conscious mind reads the new formation, 
decides the blitz is coming and calculates where you need to be to shut it 
down, it may be too late. The ball has already been snapped, you've been 
knocked on your ass and the quarterback has been dropped in the pocket for a 
loss. But let's suppose you've trained your unconscious mind to recognize and 
react to that situation. When the ball is snapped, you go immediately to your 
assigned spot and help stop the blitz. If each of your teammates does the 
same, there's no way the blitz can work. Sound too good to be true? Well, it 
isn't. Let me show you how it works. The experience will be quite pleasant, so 
just let it happen."
	The doctor nodded to an assistant near the light switch, who killed 
the overheads and illuminated a tiny spotlight, which projected a small circle 
on the blank wall in front.
	The doctor's voice became a monotone: "I want each of you to focus on 
that spot. Gaze at the spot, and do not break your focus. Let nothing distract 
you from looking at the spot and listening to my voice. If anything else 
diverts your attention, you will let the distraction slide easily into the 
background, always returning your focus to my voice. As I talk to you, I will 
move around the room and I may touch or move your body in some way to help you 
relax. You will not be surprised by my touch. It will be a signal for you to 
relax more deeply than before. Now that you have been gazing at the spot for a 
while, you're probably noticing that your eyes have become rather tired. You 
may close them at any time. Of course, you can always open them again if you 
want to, but your relaxation will be deeper if you keep them closed. As your 
eyes close, it will become easier and easier for you to use your imagination. 
As you listen to my voice, all the worries and tensions of the day will leave 
your body and you will totally relax. It feels really good to relax..."
	The induction droned on and on until every player's eyes closed, and 
each was resting his head lightly on his shoulder pad. I tried to stay awake, 
because I really wanted to remember the doctor's specific suggestions which 
had worked so well on me in therapy. But the doctor passed by me and gently 
pushed my head to my shoulder pad and told me to close my eyes. Despite my 
efforts, I felt myself slipping deeply into sleep - even deeper than before. 
It felt great.
	In no time at all, the overhead lights came on and we were all shaking 
our heads. Now fully awake, everyone was looking around the room, wondering 
what had happened.
	"There. That was easy, wasn't it?" the doctor was saying. "Sure beats 
running laps, huh?" he grinned. "That's it for today. I want to see only the 
quarterbacks and receivers for a little while longer. The rest of you can 
shower up and head for home."
	As our star receiver, I stayed behind with about ten of my buddies. 
The coach came in and began diagramming some new passing routes on the board. 
Whenever it seemed that someone didn't understand a particular point, the 
doctor would say a few words, then motion for the coach to continue. After the 
rest of the team had showered up and left, the coach finished up and went back 
to his office. We still had not been dismissed, and were getting anxious. "OK, 
let's review what we've learned," the doctor was saying. "The post pattern is 
designed for the long bomb. If the receiver is in position, and the 
quarterback is on target, you've got six points. If either is off, you've just 
tossed your opponents a BONE." He paused after the word "BONE." All ten of us 
stood up, as if on cue, and pulled down our football pants to reveal 
fully-developing hard-ons. I looked around at the shocked expressions on my 
buddies' faces, but no one made a move.
	"Well, it looks like you guys have got the message, all right," the 
doctor grinned, fingering his own crotch. "Let's see the buddy system in 
action." He snapped his fingers, and each player began shamelessly jacking off 
the player next to him. Before long, the sexual energy of ten young, hot 
athletes took over, and everyone in the room was involved in a massive locker- 
room orgy. Jerseys and pads flew off, and pants and tube socks were discarded 
on the floor in the rush to satisfy our collective need. We were so hot, we 
didn't even notice the coach, as he moved around the room snapping pictures.
	For his part, the doctor seemed very content picking up each discarded 
piece of uniform and pressing his face against it, while he jacked off. 
Finally, he ambled over to me, handed me a tube of KY and a rubber, and bent 
over, exposing his pulsating hole. I began by playfully slapping his ass 
cheeks. As my spanking became harder and more serious, his cheeks grew red. He 
started begging me to fuck him. As he pleaded and begged, I sat on the bench 
and stuck my sweating foot up in his face. He began to hungrily suck on my 
toes, telling me how great my foot smelled. All the while, I was teasing his 
asshole with a KY- coated finger.
	"Now sniff my pits," I said. He let out a groan of pleasure and buried 
his face in my musky pit. "You like this athlete's body, don't you, pig?" I 
teased. "Oh, yes," he said. "Then worship my muscles," I commanded.
	After several minutes of muscle worship, he started begging again for 
me to fuck him. After fitting the condom securely on my still-raging hard-on, 
I worked two, then three fingers up into his hole - now desperately pulsating 
with each thrust. I decided he didn't need any more foreplay, so I quickly 
pulled my fingers out and thrust my entire nine inches quickly into his 
sweating, twitching body. After what seemed like hours of savage fucking, I 
felt my balls begin to tighten, and I knew my climax was inevitable. 
Amazingly, my teammates all seemed to be reaching climax at about the same 
time. They let out screams of agony, and we shot our hot loads all over the 
locker room in a massive shower of lust. Then we collapsed on the floor, 
totally relieved.
	The doctor quickly composed himself. "Sleep," he commanded loudly. Ten 
pairs of eyes closed. "Our sessions are confidential," he told us. "You had a 
great practice today, and you will remember nothing else. No one outside of 
this locker room will know what takes place during our time together. When I 
count to three and snap my fingers, you will awake, feeling refreshed and 
relaxed. You will feel like winners, and play like winners. One. Two Three." 
He snapped his fingers. As my teammates shuffled off to the showers, the 
doctor quickly ducked into the coach's office. I pressed my ear against the 
closed door.
	"Damn!" the coach was saying. "That was incredible! Do you really 
think we can get away with this?"
	"Sure," said the doctor. "They won't remember anything specific - only 
that they had one hell of a great practice. Besides, if anyone gets talkative, 
you always have those pictures you can threaten to show to their girlfriends, 
family, etc..."
	"Well, Doc, looks like we're going to give a whole new meaning to the 
term `team spirit'. Next week - the offensive line!"